Porter: "Well it seems like all of the party guests are here."

Killian shoots him an angry look as the rest of everyone continues to argue. Kris stands in the middle of all of the females, not appearing to try and solve their dispute, but instead looking like he is trying to play them all against each other until it breaks down into a fight. None of them take note of Porter until he pushes his way between all of them.

Porter: "Look around this ring! These are your SCW Champions! Or at least the good ones..."

The fans in attendance boo loudly at the backhanded insult at the champions not represented. Porter lowers the microphone and starts to point around the ring. The group disperses reluctantly, each person separating into their own corner of the ring.

Porter: "Now, most of you are probably thinking that there is no way that any of these people can get along. Rightly so. They've done nothing but prove you right since the moment they started pouring into the ring to interrupt each other. However, I don't look around this ring and see people that should be at each other's throats. I look around and I see people that should be on the same page."

Porter spins, taking a moment to catch the eyes of each person that he and his brother had invited out over the last few weeks.

Porter: "Think about it... all of you. Are any of you the mainstream of SCW?"

He turns to Chelsea specifically.

Porter: "You have essentially been Christian and Mark's garbage disposal, but it still took them forever to even give you a fair shot at a championship."

Rotating further, he comes to Mikah.

Porter: "No matter how long you stood on top of this company, people still call you lazy, and say you don't deserve to hold that title."

He does not stop there, coming to Kris.

Porter: "I don't even think I need to explain why you're here...."

This draws a laugh, not just from the crowd, but from every other person in the ring. Chelsea and Crystal are at least nice enough to attempt to cover their mouths and look away. Finally, Porter turns to Crystal.

Porter: "And you... you're standing on top of the Bombshell division right now, but does it not still feel like you are an afterthought? Do you think any of these people would pick you over Melody, Sam Marlowe, or any of the people that they seem to love even though they are less talented than you are?"

Porter waits for an answer from any of them, but gets a hand on his shoulder as his brother steps forward.

Killian: "For all of your accomplishments, the four of you are still in the same boat that we are. We are a new team that nobody really cares about. As good as we may be, nobody is taking us seriously right now. Even worse, with all of the factioning going on backstage, how long do any of you see yourselves hanging onto those championships on your own?"

This time it is Killian waiting for a response, while all of the champion's avert their eyes.

Porter: "So this is why we invited you all down here. You four are the bright spots that we saw in the last month. If you need any proof of how good we are at what we do, think about how many of you were holding titles back when I showed up? We talked to each and every one of you before you had your big moment, because we knew what was right around the corner for each of you. Nobody else in this arena believed it would happen, regardless of what they might tell you to your face. The four of you are Black Sheep, just like we are."

The twins exchange another look before Killian asks the question that they put everyone together to answer.

Killian: "So why not embrace that fact, team up, and crush every other person on this roster?"

Mikah makes a face, clearly thinking about what the duo had said before looking around at the group, her eyes landing on every one of them before landing on Kris. She offers a mock friendly smile and goes to offer him the microphone but then pulls it away from his grasp just as he goes to take it.

Mikah: "Us? All of us, be a team? A team that actually works?"

She looks around at the group of people, before raising her eyebrows and shrugging.

Mikah: "A team that is better than the lackluster group that is known as the Mean Girls? Or for the guys in the group, the Bad Boys?"

She gives them a skeptical look.

Mikah: "While the concept is hard to get behind because there are six of us standing in this ring and two of us have tried to kill each other in the ring on multiple accounts, I can actually see it working."

She reaches up with her free hand and pushes her platinum locks from her face.

Mikah: "Plus, destroying people is always fun; I would know as I did it for nine months."

She smirks.

Mikah: "I'm in."

Adams: "Wow! I didn't see that one coming!"

The idea gets a pop from the crowd, despite the fact that nobody in the ring is particularly well liked. Mikah turns again, holding out the microphone to Kris, but as he reaches for it, she drops it. It falls to the mat, which gets a laugh from the crowd, and an eyeroll from Kris. He bends down to pick it up, and raises it to his mouth, but stops short of saying anything. Instead, he pivots and tosses it to Chelsea, who has to use both hands to catch it since she is caught off guard.

Chelsea: "I am not someone that works well in a group. However, we all have loftier goals. We are better than any of the so called supergroups in or out of this company. Maybe the fact that we don't have the crowds cheering our names is a good thing. We don't need it. And for once, we should work together to get rid of the REAL trash here."

She smirks as she looks over the group.

Chelsea: "I'm in"

Simone: "Chelsea joins Mikah and the Sweete Twins. You think there is any way that Crystal and Kris turn it down now?"

Chelsea goes to toss the microphone back to Kris, but at the last second turns and tosses it to Crystal instead. She handles it well, having seen the way that the rest of them were interacting with one another. The fans seem to quiet down, hanging in suspense of what she was going to say. She really was the outlier, even amongst all of the rest of the group.

Crystal: "You know what I really want to say is that..."

The crowd all begins to cheer loudly and she smiles as she flicks her hair. She looks at her championship and raises it high above her head as the fans cheer louder than before.

Crystal: "What I wanted to say is that someone needs to bring a spirit of positivity to this team and that's where I come in. Nerd culture, Otaku lifestyle, and the hardest working woman on the roster. Yes that's me. For so long even this past week people have been talking me down like I don't matter. They have been talking up other names and shoving me off like I am a Black Sheep. I have been getting jumped by the likes of Evie, by the Mean Girls and would feel amazing to have someone watching my back. So with all things considered... You can count me in!

Adams: "The Sweete's are three for three right now."

Simone: "But Kris is still a wildcard. He didn't seem to take kindly to Mikah's taunting him."

Crystal steps away from the corner and tosses the microphone directly across the ring to Kris. However, unlike everyone else, he does not even make an attempt to catch it. It sails over his shoulder, and outside the ring without him even raising a hand. He turns away from everyone and looks down at the floor, shaking his head. Instead of getting that one, he holds his hand out to Porter, who politely hands him the microphone.

Kris: "I can't say that I'm surprised, but then again, I think I have been the one in on this whole thing the longest. I had one of you two stalking me from the moment Jet City ended. Given everything that has happened to me in the last few weeks, I'm inclined to say no. I don't need to play any of your games. I had my fill of that with the last team I was in."

The fans do not seem to like what he has to say, booing loudly. They always favored his brother more than they did him anyways. The look of shock on Killian's face that Kris was not on-board does not show for Porter. The not-so-well dressed twin walks up to Kris, covering the microphone with his hand so that it cannot pick up what he is saying. He leans forward, speaking so that only Kris can hear him, and it changes the look on Kris' face entirely. He goes from being critical to laughing. He holds up the microphone for Porter to take, nodding.

Porter: "That's what we were all hoping to see..."

He turns away from Kris, stepping towards the center of the ring. Porter holds his arms out to his sides, gesturing at everyone in the ring, but his brother steps up and swipes the microphone from him when he does.

Killian: "Take a really good look at these people. We may be the B team to many right now but over time, you will see the error of that kind of thinking. Move over Bad Boys. Put your corpses back in their coffins, Mean Girls..."

This causes Chelsea to laugh and the other two women to smirk.

Killian: "And any other team that just couldn't hack it. We are... The Black Sheep and we are not here to impress anyone but ourselves and that... makes us more dangerous than any wolves out there."

Black Sheep by Metric blasts through the PA system. The champions of the group join the twins in the center of the ring, each of them raising their championships into the air as the cameras cut away.

The scene opens backstage moments after the show's introduction where we see Steve Ramone and his entourage arriving at the arena, Steve is not happy and it's easy to see why as he failed to win back the Roulette Championship in his home city of New York which is now in the possession of Kris Halc.

Simone: You know the old saying, if looks could kill.

Adams: Steve would be wanted for mass murder.

As Steve is walking around backstage he runs into Ms. Rocky Mountains who stops him in his tracks.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Steve, any thoughts on your failure to win the Roulette Title for the third time.........

Steve: I was robbed! And in my home city no less!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But Kris won the match fairly.........

Steve: THAT IDIOT HAD NO BUSINESS BEING IN WHAT SHOULD'VE BEEN MY ONE ON ONE CONTRACTUALY OBLIGATED REMATCH FOR THE ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP! But apparently, the bosses can only remember that those things exist when it comes to the Bombshell Titles! Mark is not fit to run a bouncy fucking castle, let alone a wrestling promotion and Christian is going to continue to push wrestlers that he has man-crushes into title pictures on rather than award people who deserve it because apparently, all you need to do these days is ask for a fucking title shot at any title you want!

Steve says before grinning as he gets an idea.

Steve: That gives me an idea, our World Heavyweight Idiot had the gall to besmirch the good name of Bloodstock and one of the best metal bands on the planet on Twitter last week and I want to put him in his place! Hell, I've been using a Battle Beast song as my theme tune for so long that that idiot should know about them by now!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What are you.........

Steve: J2H! I don't care when it is or how long I must wait because I want a World Heavyweight Title Match! Now let's see if the idiots in the head office are hypocrites or not!

Steve walks off with his entourage as the scene fades.

Justin: The opening match for this edition of Climax Control is a Standard Rules match with two-time former Roulette Champion Ryan Keys taking on Travis Nathaniel Andrews.

Simone: I feel bad for Ryan Keys on two fronts. The first reason is that Travis Nathaniel Andrews wanted an immediate shot at the Roulette Championship but he's assigned to this match against Ryan Keys instead. That should provide for a very aggressive TNA. The second reason is that although Ryan Keys has accomplished a major milestone in becoming a two-time Roulette Champion I've heard the backstage rumors that he's not happy he lost the Title Belt as soon as he did the second time.

Adams: Keys has, on many occasions, bounced back from a loss to achieve amazing things so there is a chance he will do the same in this match. If he can knock off Travis it will be a major pat on the back for Ryan knowing he can rebound well.

Justin: The first wrestler to make his way to the ring hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and he stands in at 5 feet 11 inches and 180 pounds, please give a rousing Las Vegas welcome for your home boy, RYAN KEYS!!!

The crowd immediately stands to their feed and start cheering in what could be classified as a standing ovation for their home town hero Ryan Keys. I'M MADE OF WAX, LARRY, WHAT ARE YOU MADE OF, by A Day To Remember hits the speakers while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan's entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan is wearing a Black tight tank top with Key Style lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His Key Hole designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words "RYAN" on one and "KEYS" on the other showed off his style. Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of his hometown crowd as he teases them with tearing off his shirt and tossing it out to the crowd where a very happy young female fan obtains a souvenir for the evening. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility and then he waits in the corner for the arrival of Travis Nathaniel Andrews.

Justin: Our next wrestler to make his way to the ring for this match also hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and he stands in at 6 feet 2 inches and 241 pounds, again I ask you to give a rousing Las Vegas welcome for another home town boy, he is billed as THE MUST-SEE SUPERSTAR and he is the true Mister SCW, he is TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS!!!

The arena lights dim as one single golden spotlight shines down onto the stage. Boos are beginning to grow as a video package begins to play on the screen. The boos get a little louder as "Blurry" strikes up over the speakers. Several gold lights begin to flicker throughout the arena as Travis Nathaniel Andrews steps out from the backstage area wearing his signature golden trench coat with his trademark sunglasses over his eyes. Not too far behind him is his personal assistant Shawna Jennings who is carrying her trusty clipboard. Both individuals stop at the top of the ramp while basking in the loud chorus of boos. Travis as his arms stretched out towards the ceiling while showing off a smile. They play the crowd for a time and then Travis continues to smirk while walking shoulder to shoulder with his assistant down the ramp. Every other step she looks up from her clipboard and scowls toward the audience. Travis, however, is basking in the negative responses. He hops up onto the ring apron as Shawna uses the ring steps. He enters the ring followed by her. He walks toward the far turnbuckle, stands on it while opening his arms up while mouthing "You're welcome" which garners more boos. He turns around, removes his trench coat and then he turns in the direction of Ryan Keys to wait for the start of this match.

Adams: Wow! Not a usual thing for two wrestlers to be from the same home town and be facing off against each other. I guess we could say that TNA and Ryan Keys are fighting for bragging rights to Las Vegas.

Simone: I look at it like this. Keys is very popular due to his good looks and the younger people, especially the younger women, adore him. On the other hand while most of the fans boo him Andrews is a very accomplished wrestler. We will have to wait and see how the crowd reacts, and if they change their support, during this match depending on which wrestler gets the upper hand.

Adams: I wanted to make the usual height and weight comparison. I see Ryan Keys is giving up only 3 inches in height, which isn't normally an issue in a wrestling match, but he's also giving up 40 pounds in weight. That weight advantage by TNA may play well for him in this match against Ryan Keys.

Simone: Your point is well taken but as we saw at Into The Void VI even though Dmitri had a height and weight advantage over Jamie Dean it was Dean who pulled off the victory. This match between Keys and Andrews, as with most wrestling matches, will come down to who makes more mistakes and which wrestler is able to take advantage of those mistakes.

Referee Drew Patton makes his way to the center of the ring and he motions for both wrestlers to come to him. He has the two stand on each side of him while he runs down the rules of this match. It is straight up since this is a Standard Rules match. Patton reminds them he will be strict on violations of the rules and he's not afraid to hand out a disqualification for continued violations. Drew checks both wrestlers from their boots to their wrestling attire to endure neither has foreign objects. When Referee Patton is positive that both wrestlers are clean he sends them back to their corners and he informs them to wait for the bell from the Timekeeper before starting the action. Before Travis can turn to go to his corner Ryan reaches his hand out for a friendly handshake. Andrews is surprised by this gesture and his response is to firmly slam Keys' hand away. Travis then turns and walks to a corner to wait for the Timekeeper's bell as does Ryan.

DING DING DING

Jason: Here we go. Time to see if Ryan has the "key" to a successful match against TNA.

Simone: One more pun or play on words and I might shove the key where you don't want it to be shoved.

The Timekeeper rings the bell and Referee Drew Patton motions to Andrews and Keys to start the action. Travis and Ryan approach and Andrews starts hurling insults and talking down to Keys. Ryan stands there with a smile on his face without responding. Travis feel Ryan is mocking him so he lashes out with a slap to the face of Keys. This stuns Ryan for a moment and then he delivers a leg sweep that catches Travis causing him to lose his balance. Andrews doesn't go down to the mat but the fact he's off-balance for a moment causes Ryan Keys to initiate a more aggressive attack. Ryan runs to the ropes to rebound off. He leaps into the air to deliver a hard forearm to the upper body of Travis. Andrews saw it coming and he side steps the blow and he manages to shove Keys hard causing Ryan to fall face-first into the mat. TNA wastes no time in jumping on top of Keys, flipping him onto his back, and making a pin attempt. Referee Patton checks the shoulders of Ryan Keys and when he determines it is a valid pin he goes for the pin count.

ONE...

TWO...

T...

Ryan Keys gets his shoulder off the mat as the hand of Drew Patton was on the way down for the three count. Travis stands up and he's furious with Patton for how slow he was to get into position and make the count. Using the distraction Keys rolls out of the way. TNA is arguing with Referee Patton stating that had he not taken so long to get into position to make the pin count he would have easily won the match since it was a two-and-a-half count and he blames Patton for wasting several seconds getting into position and checking the shoulders of Ryan Keys.

Adams: What did TNA want the Referee to do? Did he want him to make a blind pin count without first checking to ensure his opponent's shoulders were on the mat validating a legal pinning combination?

Simone: All wrestlers have the right to question the intentions of the Referee assigned to their match. You can't always be sure that a Referee isn't being biased. Then again, as I always say, you should never allow yourself to be distracted for any reason and for sure not due to anything the Referee did.

Ryan Keys comes up behind Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Ryan grabs Travis around the body and drags him up and over into a suplex. When Andrews hits the mat Keys holds onto the body of Travis causing the shoulders of Andrews to be on the mat. Referee Patton quickly drops into position to make the pinfall count.

ONE...

TWO...

Travis manages to wriggle out of the pin at the two count. He again gets to his feet to argue with Referee Patton. This time his complaint is why Patton was so slow to start the count when he pinned Keys but when Ryan pinned him suddenly Drew Patton is quick on the count. Patton explains that he could clearly see that the shoulders of Travis were on the at where with the pin attempt on Ryan he had to make sure first. Andrews is livid and he believes there's some coordination and bias going on between Referee Patton and Ryan Keys.

Simone: A Referee is not allowed to start a pin count until they have verified that the person being pinned has their shoulders on the mat.

Adams: Everyone understands that concept but still sometimes we see a Referee make a fast count and other times they are too slow to get into position so it does cause confusion.

While Travis continues to argue with the Referee we watch as Ryan runs to a corner and climbs up to the top of the corner. He waits for Andrews to stop arguing with Referee Patton and when Travis turns around and starts to walk toward him Ryan leaps off the corner high into the air and he comes down with both feet to the chest of TNA. Andews and Keys fall hard to the mat and both men seem to be somewhat injured with that maneuver. Drew Patton seeing both men on the mat begins a ten count to see if either of them can get back to their feet.

ONE...

TWO...

Travis Nathaniel Andrews is starting to stir but he's not to his feet yet.

THREE...

FIVE...

Ryan Keys is starting to stir now and he has managed to get to his knees but he seems not to be able to get to his feet yet. On the other hand Travis has gotten to his feet breaking the Referee's count at five. Referee Patton motions for the match action to continue.

Adams: That seemed like a fair count by the Referee this time.

Simone: But it was not a pinfall count.

It appears as if Travis has had enough of this match and he plans on ending it quickly. Andrews runs over to Keys and he grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Although Ryan is able to stand on his own he's still a little bit wobbly due to the landing he took with that top rope maneuver previously. Travis grabs Ryan by the arm and he whips Keys hard into the mat catching Ryan with a clothesline on the rebound which drives Ryan Keys to the mat. Travis drags Ryan to his feet again and this time he shoves Keys into a corner and then he runs in and hits Ryan with a knee to the face. As Ryan Keys steps out of the corner Travis steps up and motions for his Sin City Mafia finisher. Andrews showboats and brags to the crowd then we see him grab Ryan Keys and nicely execute a Lifting 180 Degree Double Underhook Sit-Out Facebuster Ryan's face hits hard on the mat and Travis flips him over for the pin. Referee Drew Patton quickly drops into position to administer the pin count.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

DING DING DING

Drew Patton calls for the bell from the Timekeeper and this match is over. He walks over to tell Andrews to get up off Keys and he does. Travis and Referee Patton are standing next to the fallen Ryan Keys as the announcement of Patton's decision in this match is rendered.

Justin: Here is your winner of this match, by pinfall, please give a rousing round of appreciation for TRAVIS...NATHANIEL...ANDREWS!!!

As Referee Drew Patton raises the hand of Travis Nathaniel Andrews in victory we watch as Andrews places his boot on the chest of the fallen Ryan Keys. The hometown Las Vegas crowd erupts into a mixed reaction to the win by Travis Nathanial Andrews which is up from the mostly negative reaction he received on his entrance. Drew Patton drops the hand of Andrews and Travis removes his boot off Ryan's chest and then he exits the ring and makes his way up the ramp to return to the backstage area. Before he goes behind the backstage partition he turns to face the crowd and he plays them up for a bit before disappearing backstage. We return to the ring where Referee Patton is helping Ryan Keys get to his feet so he can exit the ring. He is asking Keys if he is okay and Ryan waves him off that he will be okay and the crowd erupts in appreciation for the great effort Keys put into this match.

Simone: That Sin City Mafia finisher, the Double Underhook Sit-Out Facebuster, is a brutal move. I hope Ryan Keys didn't suffer any face damage when he got face planted to the mat by Andrews. After all Ryan is the pretty-boy of Sin City Wrestling, and a favorite of the ladies, and I wouldn't want to see him lose that attention from them.

Adams: Ryan appears to be okay. I don't see anything that would indicate a broken nose or other facial damage. Nothing some ice and a few beers can't resolve quickly.

Ryan walks slowly to the ropes and he exits the ring. The fans are still in major support of Ryan Keys and they reach out to touch him, shake his hand, and give a high-five, as Ryan walks up the ramp to return backstage. As Keys reaches the landing at the top of the entrance ramp he turns back toward the crowd and raises his hand to wave at the crowd to show his appreciation of them in his home town. Ryan turns and walks behind the partition into the backstage area.

Polly Playtime walks into one of the back doors at the Gold Coast Casino, wearing a pretty red dress that is kind of short, but not short enough to show anything off that shouldn't be showing. Draped over her red dress, but with the zipper down, is her opened up hooded sweatshirt. On the back of the sweatshirt it states "Cleaning Up WWW" on the top in a half arch, and on the bottom half in a half arch it states "One Game At A Time".

Polly: "Boys, boys, boys. Take it easy. There is plenty of me to go around, being that none of you will ever have me. You are totally welcome to look and be mesmerized though, of course."

The boys commence crowding her and taking pictures. Polly does not bother trying to escape the circle of her obvious supporters, but begins modeling for the cameras, teasing them quite a lot, until eventually some of the boys back away, leaving her a little bit of room to move on towards the area where her locker room will be. A few of them follow her, clearly not having had their Polly fill yet for the evening. She looks over her left shoulder and sees them, but keeps walking. She talks back to them too as she goes.

Polly: "Go ahead and keep taking pictures of your REAL SCW Bombshell Internet Champion. I may not have the championship belt, but after tonight against Mikah, it will be official. I will have it again, while Mikah will just continue on being the pathetic one of the two of us. Seriously boys, am I pathetic?"

With that Polly spins around to see what they are all doing. They are all shaking their heads no, definitely not wanting to get to Polly's bad side.

Polly: "Good answer boys, because in reality, I'm not the one that's hiding at every single chance she gets. I'm not the one sitting back in the shadows just hoping that I'm not going to have to defend my championship. I'm not afraid to step up and challenge someone while I'm the champion. I may be evil and cruel, but one thing I absolutely HATE is when someone is clearly ducking. Tonight though she won't be able to duck. Tonight she won't be able to hide. Tonight Mikah WILL lose the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship belt back to me!"

All the guys following her all nod in agreement. Polly turns back around and continues on her way down the hallway, all the way until she reaches the room assigned to her. The boys have followed her all the way here. She puts her hand on the knob, which is when she turns her head back to the left, to see them all still standing there.

Polly: "As much as I adore the fact that you are entranced by me and clearly are in love with me, I cannot let you come in with me. My privacy is something that will never be violated. Sorry boys. But, you can wait out here if you'd like..."

Polly opens the door and enters in, quickly closing and locking the door. The boys all scurry to get up as close to the door as possible. On the other side Polly is already beginning to change. As she ends up at a certain stage, she looks underneath the door. She grins maniacally, knowing full well now that the guys are all still there, so she moans, definitely teasing them.

Polly: "Mmmm... OHHHHH!"

All the guys stay right where they are as the scene shifts into the wrestling area to the commentator table.

Adams: "Crap! I'm missing out! I want to be in there!!!"

Simone: "Absolutely NOT!!! You're staying right here, with me."

Adams: "NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Simone: "While I make sure my partner stays here, Polly Playtime will be out here later, using her rematch bid to try and take back the Bombshell Internet Championship from Mikah. It's a tall task."

Adams: "A tall task that my girlfriend can and WILL totally handle! You just saw the near future two-time SCW Bombshell Internet Champion just now!"

Belinda sighs as her partner clearly has googly eyes. The cameras then pan around the crowd before fading out.

The camera opens up just outside the Gold Coast Casino. A town car pulls up, even as the show is just beginning, and as the driver gets out walking to the back door to let his passenger out, the door swings open, and the passenger takes it upon themselves to get out. A woman- a plus-sized, busty blonde woman- steps out with a bright smile on her face.

Simone: Who is that?

Adams: I have no idea!

The woman reaches into her cleavage and pulls out some cash, along with a small piece of paper, holding it to the driver. He stares at it for a moment, reluctant to accept any "boob money."

Woman: Thanks sweetie. Call me and maybe next time I can give you a ride, yeah?

Adams: Oh dear God...

The driver blinks and offers her an awkward and almost embarrassed smile as he puts the cash and the piece of paper, into his pocket. The woman then slings her oversized purse over her shoulder and heads towards the entrance.

Simone: I have no idea who that woman is, but something tells me we'll find out shortly!

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as there's two masked man known as Lord Raab with the internet title on hos shoulder and Samuel McPherson walk down to the ring and while Samuel holds the Internet title on his shoulder and stands in the middle of the ring, Raab goes to the announcers table to grab a couple of microphones before he goes in the ring to pass Samuel one and he waits for his music to stop and speaks.

Lord Raab: "It's been some journey for me, let me tell you. At first when I was placed in the Blast From The Past tournament, I got pissed off at Henry for signing me up under my nose because of a reason I'll explain in a bit and when he said it was for my own good on learning to trust women and work with them, I had no choice, but to accept the offer because I did need to get rid of my insecurites I had towards woman due to my past."

Crowd booed Raab, not that he cared anything on what he said and he speaks again.

Lord Raab: "My main goal for the tournament on trusting Evie Baang without attacking her and my fears of trusting women no longer being there has been achieved, being the main reason why I was in the tournament in the first place. I hear a lot of guys in the back saying I'm the number one contender for the SCW World Heavyweight title. How wrong are you guys because I won't be contending for the belt as I've been the SCW World Champion before and I'm happy with that one title reign I had."

Of course it was kinda mixed messages to the crowd, half of them were booing cos of them hating Raab and Samuel so much and cheers because of Raab not wanting to be a SCW World Heavyweight title contender as he speaks.

Lord Raab: "Plus I'm the Internet champion right now so it's only fair to give one man who came so very close on being a SCW World title contender in the battle royal when Jamie Dean won the chance a while ago, a guy who most people are afraid of because of him slowly improving each match he has and being the future of SCW. You're next SCW World Heavyweight title contender is Samuel McPherson."

Samuel McPherson: "Yaarrp."

Just as that announcement was made with Samuel being victorious, Lights Out by POD plays over the sound system as J2H walks out of the curtain, with the SCW World championship over his shoulder and stands on the ramp shaking his head with a microphone in hand. The music stops as he says this.

J2H: Whoa, did I just hear that shit right?

J2H walks down the ramp, waving his finger towards Lord Raab and Samuel.

J2H: I really fucking hope I didn't just hear what I thought I just heard.

He reaches the steps and climbs up them, stepping through the ropes and in to the ring, standing in front of Raab and Samuel.

J2H: I was gonna come out here later and remind people how amazing I am because two weeks ago, not only did I beat a guy who needed help to become a world champion, not only did I defeat a guy who spent five minutes as a champion and not only did I defeat, that backstabbing son of a bitch who couldn't defend a title for more than one match, but I proved I was the greatest wrestler that ever lived, but then I thought I heard you say you was turning in to a chicken and giving the championship match to that one word wonder over here.

J2H firmly points at Samuel.

J2H: Now tell me I didn't just hear that.

Samuel McPherson: "Yaarrp."

J2H shakes his head as he looks at Samuel.

J2H: Time for you to learn a new word, and that's naaarrpppp because that you messed up little freak is not gonna happen.

J2H grits his teeth and shakes his head toward Samuel as he looks towards Raab. Raab takes a step forward towards J2H but J2H puts his hand up.

J2H: First off, never get that close to me again without brushing those teeth, because your breath stinks of dead animal, and secondly, I've come out here to remind you of something Raab.

J2H runs his hand on his chin as he looks at Lord Raab.

J2H: It's no secret that you'll be done with wrestling soon, hanging up those boots, buying a ticket to the events like these worthless people, having Samuel become the money making in whatever....

He points back and forth between the two men.

J2H: .... this is. We know you're gonna go and play the woman in this thing while Samuel plays the man and makes all the money while you sit at home like a third place trophy wife, we all know it, we all see it and you've said it yourself, it's all about the achievements before you go home and start baking cookies, and cleaning the house and whatever else it takes for you to be the perfect little wifey, but clearly Samuel has all the brain cells this week, because you're over looking an achievement that no man in SCW has EVER had.

He smiles towards Lord Raab with an arrogant smirk.

J2H: You want to be remember for something here, don't you? There's something you can be remembered for but you're too stupid to see it. Would you like a hint, here's a big hint for you.

J2H points at the Internet championship and back to the World championship.

J2H: No man has ever been World champion and Internet champion at the same time Raab. That would be a career first, that would be something no man has done in SCW. I know the rules, that only one title can be held at a time, but for just a couple of weeks Raab, you can have the chance of being the only man to ever hold the top two belts in SCW, but you wanna piss away the chance of doing something no one has done before. This means your IQ is about the same number as your shoe size for not seeing this.

J2H points to the side of his head.

J2H: Wouldn't you like the chance to have both belts? Now you don't look like a man who will turn down the chance to do something like that, so I'm gonna forget I heard you give your shot to Samuel, these people are gonna forget you even said it, because these people don't wanna see J2H Vs Samuel for the World championship. What these people want to see is J2H Vs Lord Raab, champion Vs champion, winner take all!

The crowd cheer at this as J2H looks around at them.

J2H: That's what the want to see Raab. They don't wanna see the one word wonder over there, they want to see everything on the line and that will give you the chance to become a double champion.

J2H points at Lord Raab.

J2H: Now I know you have a tough title defence later and I've been in the ring with that vampire son of a bitch and he pushed me to my limits, he pushed me beyond my limits, so if you're lucky enough to beat him, I'm gonna give you one week to make up your mind. I'm gonna give you one week to choose if you really want to give the shot to Samuel, or if you Samuel.

He points at Samuel.

J2H: Are man enough to let your wife here have the chance to do something no one has done before. Let's see which one of you two really is willing to sacrifice for the other. One week Raab.

He holds up one finger.

J2H: Good luck tonight, cause God knows, you're gonna need it.

A smirk crosses J2H's face as Light's Out starts to play, J2H pointing to his World title before backing up and out of the ring.

Simone: J2H just challenged Lord Raab to title Vs title should be retain tonight.

Adams: If that happens, that could be one of the biggest matches ever in SCW history.

Simone: Tag team action up next!

Adams: And I can't wait to see the debut of The Sweete Twins!

Simone: Black Sheep...

Adams: Huh?! Where?!

Simone: Not actual Black Sheep, Jason! That's their tag team name!

Adams: Ooooh...Weird!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team match!

The crowd delivers a huge pop as all eyes fall on the curtain.

Iain Sayn Nun by Ogyola X then starts to play.

Justin: Introducing first...Coming to the ring at a combined weight of third two and a half stones. Members of the Elders! Jon Dough!

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

Justin: And his tag team partner Eyesnsane!

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

Simone: The Elders looking ready as always but this could be a must win for them, Jason. Going up against a debuting team and losing could set them back if they want to go after the tag team titles again.

Adams: Yeah! And it could give the Sweete Twins a huge step towards the tag titles!

Simone: Black Sheep!

Adams: WHERE?!

Simone: Ugh...Why do I bother?

All the lights in the arena go out as "Black Sheep" starts to play. Through the build up of the song a thin red line write a single word on the titantron: SWEETE. Two men come from behind the curtains, and stop at the center of the stage. Porter is on Killian's left and they look out at the crowd for a moment, soaking in their reaction.

Justin: And their opponents...Weighing in at a combined four hundred fifty pounds..From Montreal, Quebec, Canada...Porter and Killian Sweete....Making their SCW debut...BLACK SHEEP!!

Adams: I can't tell who is who!

Simone: Porter is on the right. Killian is on the left.

Adams: Oh..How can you tell?!

Simone: Porter's ring gear is lighter blue than Killian's. Look.

Adams: Oooh..Gotcha!

They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth with one another. The last few steps to the ring, Porter takes at a run and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Killian instead chooses to take a different route, climbing the ring side stairs and walking along the apron before stepping between the ropes and entering the ring. Porter is met in the center of the ring by his brother as their music fades.

Simone: Looks like the Elders have already decided Jon Dough will kick things off. Let's see what Porter and Killian decide to do.

Porter and Killian discuss for a moment, a brief moment, who will start the match. Eventually Killian steps through the ropes and to the ring apron as Porter turns around to face Jon Dough. Eyesnsane has already taken his place on the ring apron as they all wait for the bell to be rung. The referee for this match, Holly Wood, stands between both men and once ensuring they are ready, she calls for the bell to be rung!

DING! DING! DING!

Jon Dough immediately lunges at Porter, going for a quick clothesline, but Porter ducks! He spins around and hits Jon with a quick boot to the lower back and Jon stumbles forward before Porter takes him down with a one-handed bulldog! The crowd cheers loudly as Porter takes an early advantage over Jon Dough and delivers a leg drop over the back of Jon's head! Porter rolls Jon over onto his back and goes for the first pin!

ONE...

TWO...

Jon Dough kicks out!

Simone: That could have been embarrassing for the Elders. Porter is doing a fantastic job early on.

Adams: Yeah and Killian is just watching quietly!

Indeed, Killian is watching on quietly from the ring apron as his brother continues to work on Jon Dough. Porter has pulled Jon back to his feet and he whips him across the ring, going for a drop kick but Jon skids to a halt just short! Porter drops back down to the canvas but he stays on his stomach as Jon Dough leaps over him, running to the opposite set of ropes! Porter kips up back to his feet just as Jon goes to clothesline him right back down to the mat but Porter bends back and just avoids it! He gets back up and takes Jon down with a neckbreaker before jumping right back to his feet as the crowd cheers even louder this time!

Simone: Wow! What a display of athleticism by Porter!

Adams: I think I'm gonna like these guys!

Simone: Well..at least Porter. We've yet to see Killian in action just yet!

Jon Dough is holding the back of his neck as Porter turns around. Just as Porter turns his back towards Eyesnsane, Eyesnsane dashes through the ropes and lays Porter out with a hard forearm to the back of the head! The crowd boos viciously as Holly backs Eyesnsane back to his corner as Porter is now holding the back of his head!

Adams: Cheap shot by Eyesnsane!

Simone: And he's proud of it, apparently.

Eyesnsane steps back through the ropes to the ring apron as Jon Dough pulls himself back to his feet with help from the ropes. He holds the back of his neck for another second before he reaches down and pulls Porter back up to his feet, hitting him with a uppercut that sends Porter stumbling back! Jon follows it up with a right shot and then a spinning kick until Porter stumbles back against the opposite set of ropes, just near his brother! Killian makes the blind tag, which Holly acknowledges but Jon Dough is none the wiser! Porter rebounds back and when Jon Dough attempts a big boot, Porter catches his leg, spins him around and then steps to the side as Killian comes out of nowhere with a discus punch to Jon Dough!

Adams: Whoa! I almost forgot Killian tagged himself in!

Simone: That's a way to make an entrance into the match.

Porter steps through the ropes to the ring apron as Killian quickly gets to work on Jon Dough as Eyesnsane watches on impatiently from his corner!

Simone: Jon Dough really needs to make a tag if he and Eyesnsane want to stand a chance against Porter and Killian.

Adams: Yeah but Porter and Killian are not letting up against him!

Killian pulls Jon back up to his feet and Jon is already clearly exhausted. Killian goes to lock him in a side headlock, setting him up for another move to follow, but Jon gets a burst of energy and starts to fight back! He elbows Killian in his side a few times until Killian releases his hold and Jon then backs away before he delivers a dropkick that sends Killian right through the second rope and crashing to the floor outside! Porter looks down at his brother from the ring apron and lets out a sigh as Jon drops down to a knee, trying to regain his composure as Eyesnane reaches into the ring, calling for a tag!

Simone: Jon Dough is a little too far away from Eyesnsane, but he has the advantage he needs to get the tag! I can't even see Killian!

Adams: I see his hand!

Indeed, Killians hand has reached up to the ring apron as she shakes it off and tries to gather himself. Jon has gotten back to his feet as Porter watches his brother slowly try and get back into the ring. Eyesnsane is chomping at the bit to get tagged into the match just as Jon turns around and looks in his direction! He stumbles over towards their corner just as Killian slides into the ring under the bottom rope and Jon leaps towards Eyesnsane, making the tag!

Simone: Eyesnsane wasting no time!

Eyesnsane dashes through the ropes as Jon Dough rolls under the bottom rope and outside to his corner! Eyesnsane hits Killian with a running knee to the face just as Killian was getting back to his feet! Killian crashes right back down to the canvas as Eyesnsane goes for the cover!

ONE...

TWO...

Killian gets his shoulder up! Eyesnsane doesn't seem to happy as he slams his fist down on the canvas before kneeling over his opponent as he starts a series of hard right shots to the head, trying to wear down Killian! Killian keeps his arms up, though, blocking each shot, and further frustrating Eyesnsane! Killian eventually manages to get one fist up and clocks Eyesnsane square in the nose! Eyesnsane collapses backward, holding his nose as Killian rolls back and away from Eyesnsane!

Adams: Uh oh! Eyesnsane could be in trouble!

Simone: Could be?! I think Killian just busted his nose!

Holly leans down and checks on Eyesnsane just as he pulls his hand back. Indeed, a fair amount of blood is seen not only on his hand, but pooling from his nose as he gets back to his feet, glaring at Killian! Killain smirks, but only briefly before Eyesnsane rushes towards him! Killian catches him and gets his arms wrapped around his waist before delivering a belly-to-back suplex, further stunning Eyesnsane! Killian then kips up back to his feet as Jon Dough rushes the ring, attempting to take Killian down as Eyesnsane had done to Porter! Killian, however, sees him coming and hits him with a big boot that sends Jon Dough right back down to the mat before Killian kicks him out of the ring!

Simone: Well that backfired!

Adams: Wait...where is Porter going?!

As Killian reaches down and pulls Eyesnsane up to his feet, Porter rushes around the ring, making sure Jon Dough doesn't attempt to save the match again. Killian sets Eyesnsane up and then delivers a Swinging Inverted DDT! Eyesnsane goes complete motionless as Killian hooks the leg and Holly drops down for the count!

ONE!

Jon Dough quickly tries to slide back into the ring to break up the pin but Porter catches his leg and pulls him back on the outside!

TWO!!

Porter hits Jon Dough with a DDT on the outside before he jumps back to his feet!

THREE!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman here are you winners via pinfall...BLACK SHEEP!!!

Porter slides back into the ring just as Killian has gotten back to his feet. Holly stands between the two as their music hits, and raises both their arms in victory as they receive a loud chorus of cheers from the crowd! A dejected Eyesnsane rolls out of the ring, joining Jon Dough and the two make their way backstage a few seconds later, with Eyesnsane still holding his nose.

Simone: What a debut from Porter and Killian!

Adams: Black Sheep!

Simone: You finally got it right!

Adams: Got what right?

Simone: Ugh...nevermind.

Porter and Killian celebrate for a few more moments before the exit the ring and make their way backstage.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the now former Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco sitting around backstage and as per usual she is listening to music, namely the new Alestorm album "No Grave but The Sea".

Song: Fuck you, you're a fucking wanker, we're going to punch you right in the balls! Fuck you, with a fucking anchor, you're all c*nts, so fuck you all!

Simone: Err, wow, I would like to apologize to any parents who just heard the most profanity in a single sentence in SCW history and had their children subjected to it........

Adams: Why would anyone watch a wrestling program with their kid?!

The song (Fucked with an Anchor) ends and just as the next song (Pegleg Potion) starts Jessie is approached by Ms. Rocky Mountains who has a bemused look on her face as Jessie pauses the song.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That chorus makes me glad that we don't have to deal with the censors.

Jessie: Eh fuck the censors, preferably with an anchor!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Err, right, Jessie coming up soon you are facing off against one of the two women who challenged you for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Into the Void in the form of Veronica Taylor, she has pledged to teach you a lesson in class, any thoughts?

Jessie: If anyone needs a class it's that idiot! In fact, I've got the perfect one for her, "how to quit your wrestling career that's going down the drain faster than you go down on your boss and return to being an obnoxious supermodel 101".

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's a bit of a mouthful.

Jessie: Not the first time she's taken a mouthful for the sake of her career.

Simone: OH SNAP!

Adams: SOMEONE GET VERONICA TAYLOR SOME ICE FOR THAT BURN!

Jessie: But tonight, she'll have to settle for taking a beating from me! I kicked her ass once to get a title opportunity and this match will be no different as I send Veronica to the bottom of the pack where she belongs and go on to challenge Chelsea for the title that I never lost.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But you did lose it.

Jessie: But was I pinned?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: No.........

Jessie: Exactly! Now if you excuse me I'm off to put an obnoxious supermodel in her place!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.

The camera moves backstage to see part of the backstage area roped off with ropes made of garlic, and several crosses spread throughout the set up. Mz. Holly Wood steps up to the area and looks around, raising an eyebrow as she inspects the scene. She throws her hands up in the air as she turns on her heels to walks away. Suddenly, she is stopped by the sound of an all too familiar voice.

Mickey: Oi! Yer on time!

Holly takes a deep breath as she turns around to see Bad Boys Mickey Carroll and Dax Beckett standing there, wrapped up in garlic and holding crosses as they look around the area, almost appearing to be scared, or acting like it at least. Holly walks up to them, pinching her nose as she shakes her head.

Holly: ?Scuse me, but ummm... What's going on with all of... this? And where's the beefcake center of this delicious international sandwich?

Dax: The better question is, why the fuck did you show up on time? We specifically asked for someone to show up early. That way, James Tuscini wouldn't find a way to show up.

Holly: Uh, what?

Dax: It's a well known fact that Italians never show up on time. Look, we got a solid five minutes before he shows up, so let's get this shit on the road.

Holly blinks as it slowly dawns on her. However, Mickey impatiently wrestles over the microphone, dragging Holly into his arms as she bends right over, causing Mickey to nearly let go. However, he just barely wins this tug of war as Holly leans back up.

Mickey: Two weeks ago, at Into The Void 6, we won our match against The Elders to become the number one contenders to the Sin City Wrestling World Tag Team Championships. The crowds celebrated in the stands, they cheered our bloody names. They became excited for the tag team revolution.

Crowd: Boooooooo!!!

Mickey: It is upon ye lot. Yer welcome... But, there is one thing that needs to be addressed. And that is the attack from behind on the greatest tag team to ever step foot between the ropes of the six sided ring. Two cowards ?ave come and tried to make us look bad. Unholy Alliance...

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Mickey: Yes, obviously they are the worst. But what they did was uncalled for. It was nothing more than an act of cowardice, jealousy at it's finest. Me boys and me were made to look like a bunch of plonkers after the greatest moment of our collective careers. Those bastards will pay for what they've done, and I don't mean by continually going out to the ring and embarrassing themselves. Choking on every opportunity presented to them. I mean we're gonna put our boots so far up their arses, they'll be missing teeth.

Holly: But also...? You attacked not only them, but the Elders two weeks before that to cost both teams the opportunity to go against Team BJ for the tag team titles, so...?

Mickey: And, yer welcome. We saved ye from another boring, predictable battle.

Mickey nods his head as Dax steps up next to Mickey, grabbing a handful of his backside as he looks around, holding a cross out to repel any imaginary sighting of Dmitri. He then leans down to the microphone while keeping his eyes locked onto the camera.

Dax: Look, I'm just gonna cut to the fuckin' chase here. We did what we had to do to force management to look at us. Apparently wrestling skills weren't enough, so we had to do what we had to do to break up the monotony! We attacked two teams who got endless opportunities at the tag belts, and we proved that we deserve the title shots more than anyone else. We beat The Elders, and now we get a shot at Team BJ.

Holly: Now that's what I'm talking about, baby boy. Do you have any words for Team BJ?

Mickey laughs and shakes his head as he is ready to speak up. However, Dax takes the microphone and steps in front of Mickey.

Dax: Yeah, I got something to say to those two posers. You're in for the fight of your lives. You are the prime example of what's been wrong with the tag team division here in SCW. You use the tag titles to decorate your shoulders while you have nothing else going on. The second something looks promising, you jump off of them as fast as possible, like they are infected or something. Well, newsflash. They are! You've done it. I'm not going to give some kind of speech about how we're the cure, because that's boring, and that's not what Bad Boys are all about. But, what I will promise you, is that the games are officially on, boys. Bad Boys are thirsty as fuck right now for gold. But we want to stir it up before we drink. Expect to go through hell before we get our title match, because we have a point to make to every challenger that comes after you. Bad Boys have come to put in the work, and we take it very seriously. If... no, when we win the tag titles, everyone who has their sights set on them needs to know that we're not some pushovers like they've come to expect from this division lately. We're the Bad Boys for a reason, and our heel game gonna be on fleek. Sorry, not sorry.

Mickey: What the bloody ?ell was that about, Dax?

Dax: We're sending a message, Mickey me boyo! Unless you wanna puss out because your high school sweetheart is part of the opposition?

Mickey: Sod off...

Holly tries to get the microphone back, but Dax is too busy bickering with Mickey to even respond. Holly eventually gives up as she finds herself tangled in the ropes of garlic. Mickey and Dax argue with each other as they walk off of the scene. As soon as they disappear from the screen, Giani Di Luca comes strolling onto the set with his sunglasses on, and his pearly white teeth on display.

Giani: Eyyy... Hey, where is everybody? Don't we got a backstage segment scheduled er somethin'? Aww, damn... Am I late? Some assholes set up plates of spaghetti underneath boxes that fall on ya when ya go to eat ?em...

Holly: I guess some stereotypes are true...

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Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall...

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 opponent.

Justin: And her opponent... from West Palm Beach, Florida... Veronica Taylor..

Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

DING DING DING!

Impatient to get the match going, Jessie approaches Veronica and knocks the compact mirror from her hands before stomping on it, Veronica looks down at the mirror in shock and clenches her fist and looks up at Jessie and glares at her before driving a knee into the stomach of Jessie, which the ref signals for the bell. Veronica gives a little bit of trash talk towards Jessie but Jessie responds with a boot to Veronica stomach. Jacob Summers quickly moves the broken mirror out of the ring.

Simone: Aggressive start by Jessie, who just want to get going.

Adams: And Veronica responds right back and well... this turning into more of a brawl than anything else.

Veronica then responds back with a forearm, but Jessie responds with one of her own they go back and forth a couple more times with Jessie hitting a much harder one, which stuns Veronica, which from this Jessie grabs Veronica's head and throws her down to the mat. Veronica quickly climbs to her feet, as Jessie is momentarily distracted by the ref who was chastising Jessie for the hair pulling as Veronica grabs Jessie and throws her down to the mat. Jessie then slow makes her way to her feet, for only Veronica to grab some hair and slam her down to the match again. This time Jessie rolls out of the ring, as Veronica raises her arms up to celebrate and smirk, as boos and jeers fills everyone ears. Jessie paces a little as Jake and Shane approach her to give her some encouraging words. Veronica climbs out of the ring and goes after Jessie. Jessie decides to run and gets half way round, where she turns and attempts a clothesline but Veronica ducks and hits one of her own.

Adams: Very back and forth in this match.

Simone: And neither making very big hits.

Adams: The clothesline?

Simone: Nah... just enough to stun.

Veronica smirks as looks down at Jessie and throws some insults her way before stomping on Jessie before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring. Veronica then follows in and goes for a pin...

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout...

Simone: See... not enough to put Jessie down. Veronica has to work harder.

Jessie kicks out and quickly sits up a little disorientated but Veronica grabs Jessie and locks in a headlock, Jessie quickly begins to fight, as she grips at Veronica arm as she slowly manoeuvres herself to get to her knees and then fights to get to her feet, as Veronica keeps the headlock in place. Once to her feet, Jessie drives an elbow into Veronica's stomach, but Veronica is quick to respond and boots Jessie in the stomach. Veronica then grabs Jessie around the head to place in another headlock.

Adams: Veronica tries to wear down Jessie, but Jessie easily fights out of it, but Veronica is straight back on her.

Jessie quickly begins to fight and throws a couple forearm shots to Veronica's torso, as Jessie then lifts Veronica up but Veronica counters and goes over Jessie's shoulder and lands on her feet, as Jessie charges forward and then charges and goes for a clothesline, but Veronica counters and boots Jessie in the stomach before grabbing Jessie and lifting her up before slamming her down. Veronica climbs back to her feet and mocks Jessie, as Jessie crawls away.

Simone: Veronica is really trying in this match.

Adams: She always tries but always falls short.

Simone: Anyway... Jessie needs to get back into this match.

Veronica returns her focus to Jessie, where she bounces off the ropes and charges at Jessie but Jessie grabs the middle rope and Veronica sails through it and down to the mat. Jessie climbs to her feet, as she looks down at Veronica who lays on the mat. Jessie takes a few steps backwards and waits and watches, as Summers approaches Jessie and tells her to stay where she is before starting his count.

Adams: Jessie is back in this and surprises Veronica.

ONE...

TWO...

Summers counts, as Veronica begins to move and slowly climbs to her feet, where she approaches the apron and as she does, Jessie charges and hits a baseball slide on Veronica. Veronica falls back down to the mat. Jessie smirks as she climbs out of the ring, where she approaches Veronica and grabs Veronica by the hair and pulls her up and then sets up and hits a snap Suplex. Veronica screams out as she arches her back as Summers shouts at Jessie to bring it back into the ring.

Simone: And surprises Veronica again with that baseball slide.

Adams: Jessie is getting back into this match... and hits a beautiful snap suplex.

Jessie ignores him, and goes back to Veronica, where she picks her up and this time hits a DDT onto the mat. Summer begins his count...

ONE...

TWO...

Adams: Nice DDT. That'll slow Veronica down.

Jessie lifts Veronica up and throws her back into the ring.

FOUR...

Jessie follows close behind and goes for a pin...

ONE...

TWO..

THR... Kickout...

Simone: It slowed her down but not enough, as she just kicked out.

Veronica barely kicks out, as Jessie shakes her head and tries for another pin...

ONE...

TWO

Kickout...

Adams: And again... Veronica keeps herself in this match.

Jessie climbs back to her feet and pulls Veronica up and whips her into the turnbuckle, but from the Suplex and DDT Veronica crumbles down in the corner, however, Jessie backs away before charging and hitting a cannonball onto Veronica. Jessie rolls away and stands to her feet, where she grabs Veronica's legs and drags her to the centre of the ring.

Simone: Jessie really dominating in this match now... as she pulls out a cannonball, which is a new one for her.

Adams: Now going for a pin...

ONE...

TWO...

THR... Kickout...

Adams: How did Veronica Kickout!!

Simone: I don't know.

Jessie slaps the mat in frustration, as she climbs on top of Veronica and begins to hit forearm smash after forearm smash until the ref forces Jessie away. Jessie climbs back to her feet and approaches Veronica once more, but this time Veronica somehow surprises Jessie with a quick rollup.

Simone: Veronica with a quick roll-up.

ONE...

TWO...

Kickout...

Adams: Almost catches Jessie off guard

Jessie quickly rolls away with surprise etched across her face, as Veronica somehow manages to roll herself towards the ropes and grabs the bottom one, while Jessie climbs back to her feet and heads over to Veronica and grabs her and pulls her up, but Veronica surprises Jessie once more with a vicious bitch slap, Jessie stumbles back holding her face. Veronica moves forward towards Jessie and hits a backstabber.

Simone: Where is Veronica finding energy?

Adams: Jessie should have an ended it early.

Simone: perhaps.

Veronica slowly makes her way to feet, as she looks down at Jessie and then hits a model pose elbow drop to the sternum of Jessie. Veronica climbs back to her feet, as Jessie holds her chest. Veronica moves back in and grabs by the hair and pulls her up and with still a handful of hair, Veronica toss Jessie across the ring. Jacob Summers quickly moves in and admonishes Veronica for the move, however, Veronica just rolls her eyes at him and ignores him before moving back towards Jessie as she crawls towards the ropes.

Adams: Veronica flirting with the rules.

Simone: Flirting? More like making it damned obvious that she is playing dirty.

As Jessie reaches the ropes, Veronica grabs Jessie and pushes Jessie against the ropes throat first with her boot, as Jacob Summers quickly moves in and tells Veronica to release the hold, but she ignores him and continues, however, Jacob begins to count Veronica out and gets to two and Veronica releases the hold and backs away, as Jessie coughs and splutters.

Simone: Come on disqualify her already.

Summers checks on Jessie, as Veronica heads to the corner and grabs her diamond necklace, she then approaches Jessie, where she grabs Jessie and pulls her up to her feet, where she then wraps the necklace around her throat as she goes for the Exed out, but Jessie has other ideas and she pushes herself and Veronica backwards into the turnbuckle, which loosens some of Veronica's hold, but Jessie continues to fight and she swings her elbows back and connecting, which forces Veronica to release the choke and drop the necklace.

Adams: Veronica tries to finish it but Jessie fights back and forces Veronica to let go and drop her necklace.

Jessie takes a few steps forward as she briefly rubs her throat before looking over her shoulder to see where Veronica is before hitting a pele kick, which connect with boot hitting Veronica's head. Veronica drops down to the mat, as Jessie slowly moves to the ropes and uses them to get back to a vertical base.

Simone: Great ring awareness from Jessie and what is she going to do now?

Jessie turns and grabs Veronica's foot dragging here away from the ropes, before walking to the turnbuckle, where she begins to climb them to the top. She then looks down Veronica before hitting the Wall of Death (450 splash), she then goes for a pin.

Adams: Wall of death!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

DING DING DING!

Simone: Jessie beats Veronica, as Veronica chalks up another loss.

Justin: Winner of this match by pinfall... Jessie Salco!

Jessie music hits over the p.a, as Jacob Summers helps Jessie to her feet and raises her hand in victory, as Jake and Shane join her in the ring.

---

The scene opens up backstage, to find one half of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions Ms Evie Baang. The young, hot Aussie can be seen walking down one of the back hallways with her championship draped over her right shoulder, displaying it proudly.

Adams: Oh no, it's never a good thing when we see Ms Baang on TV.

Simone: Are you implying you don't like the young Aussie Jason?

Adams: Oh, No... I never said that, I love Evie... I just fear for the safety of others when she is around.

Evie has her wicked smirk plastered on her face as her dark red lips part showing her white teeth that glow in contrast to her olive skin, black hair and hazel eyes. She is dressed in his typical wolf inspired ring gear, white the tight long black pants and the fur hoodie that looks like Ghost from Game of Thrones has been skinned and made into a hoodie jacket just for her enjoyment.

Adams: I wonder what she's up too.

Simone: Why don't you go backstage and ask her?

Adams: I'm good.

As Evie rounds the nearest corner, she doesn't get far before she is rounded up by the sound of footsteps behind her. She doesn't turn to look straight away at who is behind her, as she waits for them to make their presence known.

HS: Ms Baang.

The cameras swirl back to see one half of the owners of Sin City Wrestling Mark ?Hot Stuff? Ward. He is dressed head to two in a black suit, white a light blue collared shirt. He doesn't waste any time, as he knows time is money as he eats up the distance between Evie and himself while his starts speaking.

HS: Just the Bombshell I've been looking forward.

Evie rolls her hazel eyes before she reluctantly turns around to face her boss with a forced smile on her face.

Evie: Don't call me that.

HS: Call you what?

Evie takes a step up towards Mark Ward with an intense look in her eyes.

Evie: I'm not like the rest of your bombshell's so don't label me like the rest of them.

Hot Stuff just looks down at Evie with a confused look on his face before he continues.

HS: Well okay, should I label you with the rest of the freaks?

Evie just smirks but before she can speak he cuts her off, his attention shifting to her tag team championship over her shoulder.

HS: I need to speak with you about, what you decision is going to be in relation to your tag team championship. Since you won the Blast from the Past with Lord Raab that gives you the opportunity to face Crystal Millar for the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship... however we have had some people up in arms about the fact, you could poteintally become a double champion...

Before Hot Stuff can continue Evie Baang holds up her right index finger to stop him.

Evie: If you're about to tell me I have to make a choice.

Evie grabs on to the tag team championship that is draped over her shoulder and she looks down at it before looking back up to Hot Stuff.

Evie: Consider it made.

Evie hands the championship back to Hot Stuff and without waiting for him to speak to her once more, the Aussie just spins on her black pin point heels and walks off leaving the boss standing in the hallway with one half of the sin city wrestling bombshell tag team championships in his hands.

---

We're taken to the area in the Gold Coast Casino where the slot machines are located. The roving cameraman comes upon James and Pinky and he focuses his camera on them. We see James and Pinky playing slot machines that consist of getting either certain combinations of bars or three 7's. Both James and Pinky are dressed in blue jeans and black athletic shoes. The difference is that Pinky is wearing a red pullover shirt while James is wearing a blue pullover shirt. As we watch them play we see they both consistently hit winning combinations of bars and occasionally they hit three 7's and win a bigger jackpot.

James: Uncle us winning so often on these slots reminds me of my wrestling career in Sin City Wrestling. While others rarely win I win often.

Pinky: I noticed that too. By the way have you noticed this guy to my right? While we're winning jackpots in three out of five spins that poor guy is lucky to win a few chips once every ten spins. I think he's about ready to fly off the handle and get violent.

James: You're making stuff up Uncle. I seriously doubt that guy will...

James is cut off in mid-sentence as the man to the right of Pinky, who is not winning on the slot machine, is starting to yell and scream at the machine. He's also pounding his fists against the machine and trying to rip it off the stand it is on.

Man to the right of Pinky: You f*cking son of a bitch! Give me my money back! I've put several hundred dollars into you and all I get if five coins here and there? What's up with that? Look at these two guys to my left! They're winning every other spin. I demand you give me my money back or I will rip you off your foundation and throw you into the fountain!

Security runs up to the man and they grab him and start to drag him away from the slot machine he is abusing and threatening. The man demands to be let go as he wants the slot machine to give his money back. Security places handcuffs on the man and tell him to shut the f*ck up and that they are going to bring him outside and hand him over to the police to be arrested. Before they can turn the man away from the slot machine he was playing we see Pinky drop some coins into the machine the man was playing, pull the handle, and the wheels land on three 7?s causing the machine to pay out to Pinky a huge amount of coins. The violent man goes ballistic.

Man to the right of Pinky: You asshole! You're stealing from me! I put several hundred dollars into that slot machine! Had Security allowed me to pull the handle one more time that jackpot you just won would be mine! That's my money! Hand it over to me now!

Pinky flips the man the middle finger as Security drags the fool away and they bring him to the police for arrest.

Pinky: His money my ass! Some people don't want to take their time and relax and let their rewards come to them. They want to be like Steve Ramone, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and Rage, and demand stuff be handed to them. To hell with everyone! You work hard James to earn your way into Title contention and yet others in Sin City Wrestling are like that bonehead who lost a month's salary arguing with a slot machine. Sheesh!

James: You're right Uncle. That man is a perfect representation of wrestlers like Steve Ramone, Travis Nathaniel Andrews, and Rage. The three of them expect everything to be handed to them. They put their money in the slot machine and if the machine doesn't pay them back they demand the money back. In the sport of wrestling you don't stand there and demand shots at Championships. You must earn your way into contention. Then, just like the man at the slot machine who got hauled away to the police, they want to verbally and physically attack everyone else for their own failures. The concept in gambling has always been to never gamble more money than you can afford to lose. The concept in wrestling has always been earn your way into Contention and don't whine when you lose unless, of course, your opponent gets interference to cheat you out of a win.

Pinky: Rage you need to realize that you did NOT lose to Jeremiah Hardin due to interference on the part of J2H. All J2H did was make his way to the landing at the entrance area and you decided to put your attention on J2H instead of keeping your attention on your opponent Jeremiah Hardin. That's your fault. You allowed yourself to be distracted. Hardin cannot be blamed for taking advantage of your distraction. Stop blaming everyone else for your failures.

James and Pinky look at the buckets full of coins they have. They estimate they put about $300 into the slot machines and have collected around $800 in coins for a net gain of around $500. They high-five each other and then they walk their buckets of coins to the Cashier to cash them in. After cashing in their coins they again high-five each other over their success and they walk out of the casino to return to their dressing room to get ready for James' match against Rage..

---

Simone: I'm being told there seems to be some sort of commotion going on backstage. We have a cameraman standing by.

Adams: Oh goody! I love a bit of drama!

The camera opens up backstage where we see the same unfamiliar plus-sized blonde woman from earlier. Several security guards are blocking her, as she is trying to get into the backstage area where all of the SCW workers, Superstars and Bombshells are buzzing away.

Woman: Okay, look. As sexy as all of you are, I'm being serious guys! I have a meeting with Mark Ward and Christian Underwood! You're going to make me late, and trust me, a woman being late is never a good thing!

She attempts to step forward when one of the security guards holds his hands up and tries to block her, and he does so, but in a very embarrassing way. His hands immediately grip her rather large chest in the process and he quickly pulls his hands away, embarrassed! She looks down at her chest for a moment and then back up to him with a playful smile.

Woman: Honey, if you wanted a handful, all you had to do was ask! I do enjoy them being played with.

She gives the security guard a wink, and he just runs his hand through his hair, speechless. One of the other security guards, however, speaks up.

Security: Miss, I'm sorry, but the backstage area is for SCW personnel only. And we don't see your name on the list anywhere, so you'll have to leave.

Woman: Well I'm telling you there is some sort of mistake because I was just called for a meeting earlier today! Bobbie...Bobbie Dahl! Go find Mr. Ward or Mr. Underwood and ask them, because I'm not leaving. You'll have to throw me out.

Simone: Bobbie Dahl? Is...is she serious?

Adams: Interesting name. But...I really don't think the security guards are going to do what she so clearly wants them to do.

The woman, now identified as Bobbie Dahl, stands her ground. She folds her arms firmly in front of her chest and grins at all of the security guards, as if wanting them to put their hands on her and toss her out! They all look around, reluctant to do this and her hands drop to her sides.

Bobbie: Oh come on! Not one of you wants to cop of feel?! Sheesh, help a girl out here would ya?!

She pouts her bottom lip out and before anyone can say another word, Christian Underwood appears on the scene.

Christian: What the hell is going on here?!

He looks at the security guards first, asking them and when they step to the side, Bobbie Dahl steps foward with a big grin and he nods.

Christian: Oh...Of course. Hello, Miss Dahl.

Bobbie: See! I told you! You guys were trying to make me out as some crazy ring rat or something, trying to bust my way backstage.

Christian: Your services aren't needed here, gentleman. Miss Dahl, come on and follow me.

Bobbie skips past the security guards, sticking her tongue out at one, while grabbing a firm handful of another's ass, taking him by surprise in the process! She winks at him before she follows proudly behind Christian Underwood.

Adams: Please don't let that woman near me!

Simone: Are you kidding?! I need to get her number from that driver from earlier now, because what I wouldn't give to have her sitting next to you just once!

Adams: You wouldn't dare...

Simone: Oh just watch me, Jason.

---

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

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.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Richmond Va 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!!!!!!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: And his opponent.

Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place. With that being said Bullet For My Valentine "Your Betrayal" began to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicking it all off and it was something the thousands in attendance were able to recognize from the start. Didn't take long at all for those fans to begin to change their tune. They went from being excited for action to completely and utterly loathing the show. All because of who was about to make their to the ring.

Only a few seconds had passed since the song began to play. That's when the curtain could be seen being slowly pulled back. Stepping out a moment later happened to be none other than the man known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling himself, Calvin Harris. Seeing the man caused the crowd to uproar again, but this time with louder boos and jeers. All of them hoping that this was going to be enough to get him to go away. However they should've known better than that. Standing center of the stage, Calvin looked around the ring with this smug smirk on his lips. The type of smug smirk that would make people want to knock it right off his expression.

That being said Calvin found himself stretching his arms out to either side of him. Almost like he was encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. For this was something that actually motivated him and something that actually drove him. Like puppets the fans gave in booing even louder and vocally expressing their hatred for him anyway that they could. After a few moments he lowered his arms back down at his side and began to slowly make his way down the ramp.

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

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

Calvin took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.

All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.

Adams: This match should be interesting Belinda.

Simone: And why is that Jason?

Adams: Because Calvin Harris is returning, after leaving...

Simone: Is there anything else you can do after leaving?

Adams: I don't understand.

Simone: I'm not surprised.

DING DING DING!

The bell sounds as Calvin Harris and Jeremiah Hardin, step towards each other in the centre of the ring. It doesn't take long for the returning Calvin to come out swinging as he plants his right fist square on the jaw of Hardin. Hardin the former World heavyweight champion staggers backwards taken by surprise, but he doesn't have any time to recover as Harris sets off and goes to work. Harris places Hardin in a side headlock and Hardin tries his hardest to wiggle free but Harris just applies more pressure. Hardin steps back into the ropes and bounces off them and he tries to push Harris off him but Harris turns it into a running bulldog, planting the former champions face to the canvas.

Simone: That has got to be getting under the former champions skin.

Adams: I don't know Belinda, but I can go up in there and ask him for you?

Simone: SIT DOWN JASON.

Adams: Geez, I was just trying to make you happy and get the answers you were seeking.

Calvin is straight up to his feet and he walks over the former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight champion like he's a floor mat before he taunts out to the fans who are giving the returning Calvin Harris a mixture of Boos and Cheers.

Adams: Wow, they really love him for returning but really hate him because, well sometimes he's a bit of a donkey.

Simone: a bit of a donkey?

Adams: You know what I meant.

Calvin doesn't waste his return moment as he sets straight back to work, launching himself towards Hardin who is now back on his feet and the returning superstar takes down Hardin with a cross body take down. He doesn't let up once the former champion is fallen Calvin leaps up to his feet and dashes towards the ropes, using them for a springboard as he comes in with a leg drop across the throat of Hardin. Hardin tries to roll out of the way but he is unable to, but he is able to roll out of the way before Calvin tries to hook his leg going for a sneaky pin fall.

Adams: That would have been a really short match.

Simone: No one likes short, matches.

Adams: Agreed.

Hardin and Harris make it back up to their feet and both men run towards each other, they collide in the middle of the ring and the two lock up and the power struggle begins. Hardin gets the upper hand and he backs the returning Harris into the ropes before he slices his forearms across his chest three times with echoing chops. The Sin City Wrestling fans, let out loud wooo's as he does so egging the former champion on. Hardin grabs onto Harris' hand and whips him across the ring and upon his return he catches Harris and looks for a pop up power bomb. However, while Harris is up in the air he starts slamming his elbow into the crown of Hardin's head, refusing to go down with the power bomb. Hardin staggers back into the ropes and Harris snakes his way around Hardin dropping the former champion to the canvas with almighty tornado DDT.

Simone: Harris is dominating Hardin here.

Adams: I shouldn't be giggling at what you just said but I can't help it.

Harris leaps back up to his feet and he quickly darts towards the ropes before he comes rushing back in towards Hardin. Jeremiah has him scouted as Harris is running back to take his challengers down Hardin steps up and slams him back on his spine with a thunderous spear. The Sin City Wrestling fans leap up to their feet in shock form the impact of Harris' spine hitting the canvas and Hardin's wastes no time in making the cover.

ONE.....

TWO.....

NO! Calvin gets the shoulder up and off the canvas, breaking the pinfall.

Adams: That was close.

Simone: That could have been an embarrassing return.

Calvin gets back up to his feet and so does Hardin and the two superstars rush towards one another, Hardin is the first one to act and he slams the lights out of Harris with an uppercut. The returning superstar hits the canvas with a thud and the former Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion makes the cover looking to put this one away.

ONE.....

TWO.....

NO! Calvin Harris somehow, someway manages to put his foot up on the bottom rope breaking the pin fall.

Adams: He's like Jesus.

Simone: What? How so?

Adams: Always in the right place at the right time.

Hardin looks upset as the former champion gets back up to his feet and makes his way over towards Harris, who should be knocked out but as Hardin steps to close, Harris trips him up and rolls him up for a small package style pin fall. The referee drops to the canvas to makes the count.

ONE.....

NO! Hardin fires out of the pinfall, but Harris doesn't seem to mind as he just backs away from the former champion with a smirk. The Sin City Wrestling fans are clapping for the favourite in this match up as Hardin looks down at Harris who is clapping himself and taunting the Big Tiger. Hardin Rushes towards Harris but Calvin ducks out of the ring and runs around to the other side before he slides back into the ring under the bottom rope and he quickly blindsides Hardin with a running high knee to the face. Hardin tumbles to the canvas and Calvin Harris looks to be finding his momentum. The Sin City Wrestling fans are behind him as Harris rushes towards Hardin once more as the former champion staggers up to his feet but Harris knocks him back into the ropes before yanking him into his chest, he picks up Hardin and snaps him over his shoulder for a suplex before he delivers another two perfect suplexes.

Adams: Look at the strength in Harris, what a machine.

Harris pulls Hardin up to his feet via his head before he signals for his finisher. Calvin Harris wraps Jeremiah Hardin up in the Package Piledriver.

Adams: The Art of Betrayal.

Calvin slides over and makes the cover and the referee makes the count.

ONE.....

TWO.....

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the ladies in the arena go wild.

The Sin City Wrestling fans are torn as some rejoice the return of Calvin Harris, while others boo him as his gets his arm raised in victory. Calvin's theme hits the airways and he celebrates in the ring, while Jeremiah Hardin is left to lick his wounds.

---

The Bombshell Internet Champion is seen backstage, walking through one of the hallways with the championship slung over her right shoulder. She stops for a moment, looking at one of the promotional posters on the wall before rolling her eyes and continuing down the hallway. She was already sporting her purple wrestling attire for the night, clearly having changed from the opening segment that she'd been a part of. She turns down another hallway, heading towards the catering area and steps through the open doors to see a few Superstars and Bombshells scattered around, but not many that she had an opinion on. She walks over to one of the coolers and grabs a bottle of water before spinning around to see none other than the SCW Roulette Champion and stablemate, Kris Halc sitting there. She smirks and adjusts her bra-like top before walking over and sitting down across from him.

Mikah: "How does it feel not being first?"

She offers him a small smile as she crosses her legs underneath the table and then leans back a bit. She plays with a loose string on the top for a moment before looking over at Kris. He shrugs, and tries to play like he is not even the least bit bothered.

Kris: "If you can't be first, be last. That way the fans actually remember what you say. By the time I was talking, they had already forgotten you were in the ring."

Mikah raises an eyebrow and tilts her head to the left.

Mikah: "Or perhaps they were tired of listening to people talk and were completely tuning you out by the time you got to speak..."

She offers him a smirk before glancing down at her top and tugging at the string, ripping it off of her top.

Mikah: "So they realistically probably remember what I said more than what you said."

She unscrews the lid from the bottle of water and raises the bottle to her lips and takes a sip, her eyes still on Kris. Her words probably would have flustered any other person, but Kris was used to this game by now.

Kris: "I doubt it. They were probably exhausted by all of the entrances and females bickering. People tend to remember the beginning, zone out in the middle, and pay attention to the end. You were all up in the middle. I was the high note we ended on."

She just gives him a look before setting the water bottle down on the table and leaning back.

Mikah: "I mean, if that helps you sleep at night, then by all means go with it. But just remember, I was first."

She winks at him before once against adjusting her top, pulling at the bottom of it.

Mikah: "Everybody wants to be first, Kris. It's engraved in our personalities ever since we were in preschool, fighting over to be the line leader. But I will always be the one who went first."

She grins proudly at him. He is less focused on her words now though, and is paying attention to her difficulties with her attire. He points at her top.

Kris: "You know, you might be a lot more comfortable if you just take that off. Is that what you actually came over here hoping that I would tell you?"

She looks around the room before looking at him and holding a hand over her heart.

Mikah: "I must be mistaken. Your name is Drake Green now?"

She looks him over with a raised eyebrow.

Mikah: "Wow, Drake...you look awfully different..."

She gives him a look. He winks, at her, leaning forward and swiping her bottle of water, stealing a drink from it.

Kris: "I know. It's like I became infinitely more adorable overnight."

She looks at her water bottle that he had just swiped from her and took a drink from. She eyes it before eyeing him over.

Mikah: "It's adorable that you think my husband is adorable."

She bites on the corner of her bottom lip for a minute.

Mikah: "Plus, if I did remove my top there are way too many people in this room that'd see me topless. And that's not something I want to deal with.."

She leans forward a bit.

Mikah: "But you however..."

She winks at him before reaching over and taking the water bottle back and taking a drink from it herself. Kris finishes her sentence for her.

Kris: "...potentially."

He lets the comment sit for a second, trying to bait her into a response. She does not break though, so he follows it up.

Kris: "I mean otherwise, we wouldn't have been playing this game about it for a few weeks, right?"

She shrugs her shoulders slightly.

Mikah: "Of course. I mean, there's nobody else that I'd rather potentially put my marriage in danger for."

She winks at him before twisting her wedding rings around her left ring finger, her eyes still on him.

Kris: "Well once you make a decision, I'll be here more than happy to admire the view."

He laughs, and stands up from his chair, extending his hand out for her to take so he can help her up.

Kris: "You have ass to go kick though. To be continued?"

She puts her hand in his, allowing him to help her up.

Mikah "Most likely. We're bound to see more of each other in the next few weeks or so, right?"

She winks at him before turning to walk away before stopping herself and turning back to face him.

Mikah: "And you can take that in whichever way that you want."

She flashes him a smile.

Mikah: "Think about that. I have to go help Pathetic Polly make a career change."

She spins back around, exiting the room. The camera focuses back on Kris for a moment, catching him watching her leave a little more intently than he probably should be.

Kris: "That girl is poison..."

He chuckles, raising his hand to the camera to push it away, grabbing the bottle of water from the table, and heading out in the opposite direction.

---

Rage and Kittie are seen backstage before he's scheduled to head to the ring for his match aginst James Tuscini. Rage is seated in a chair, leaning forward with his elbows propped on his knees and his head buried in his hands. Kittie is jabbering away, talking to him, but he is not listening to her as he tries to focus. His phone suddenly starts to ring from inside his jeans pocket and he pulls it out. He looks at the screen and doesn't recognize the number. He quickly sends the call to voicemail and sets his phone down on an equipment box next to him. Kittie has her arms folded as she stares at him.

Kittie: Are you even paying attention to me? Who just tried to call you?

He shrugs as he leans back and sinks down into the chair.

Rage: No, I'm not paying attention to you. I'm trying to focus on beating James Tuscini in a little while, so go ahead and get pissed off at me. And I have no idea who called. I didn't recognize the number.

Kittie rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Kittie: Whatever. Look, try not to worry about Tuscini too much, alright? I'm not saying you should underestimate him, but you can take him no problem. We both know that.

Rage: Kittie, I don't fucking know anything these days, alright?! Normally I'd be confident going up against a guy like Tuscini, but I'm not feeling too great right now going into this match. So please don't try and give me a pep talk or some shit.

Kittie frowns as Rage shakes his head.

Kittie: Excuse me if I'm only trying to help you. You need to relax a little bit, but I guess that advice is stupid to even suggest because you can't even do that.

Rage: You're right. I can't. Because I'm about to walk into what should be an easy match for me, and I gotta try not to embarrass myself more than I already have somehow! I gotta live with Lord Raab challenging J2H for the fucking World Heavyweight Championship, while I'm tossed back to the back of the damn line and it's all my fault!

Kittie: You're not the one who lost that match at Into The Void, Rage...

Rage quickly shoots a glare at Kittie and pushes himself up in the chair.

Rage: I may as well have! I couldn't stop Drake from losing the damn match for me, so it's still a loss for me in my eyes. I'm sick of this shit Kittie.

Kittie: Yeah I know you are, but don't just give up. Take some time to figure shit out and get right back to it.

Rage laughs and shakes his head. He's about to respond when Pussy Willow walks on to the scene and he throws his hands in the air, letting out a frustrated growl.

Rage: Oh this just keeps getting better and better.

PW: Well hello to you, too, Rage. Mind if I get--

Rage: Yes! Yes I fucking mind! No interviews. I have nothing to say about my match against Tuscini, so don't even bother asking!

Rage then storms off down the hall as Pussy Willow and Kittie both watch, confusion written all over their faces. Kittie, however, just shakes her head as she looks at Pussy Willow.

Kittie: The shit I have to live with everyday...

Kittie is about to follow off behind Rage, but his phone starts ringing just behind them. Kittie and Pussy both turn and look towards the phone and Kittie walks over, grabbing it. She, too, does not recognize the number but she takes a risk and answers it anyway.

Kittie: Hello?...No, this is his wife. Who the hell is this?

The person on the other end speaks for a few seconds and Kittie's eyes suddenly go wide.

Kittie: What?!...Holy shit...

Kittie quickly ends the call and runs off in the direction Rage went, hoping to catch up to him. Pussy Willow stands back, confused, but she winds up walking down the hall in the opposite direction.

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Holly Wood leaps over the ring ropes to enter the ring, prepared to officiate the next match. As her 'hip hop' music fades, she rubs up against a chuckling Justin Decent before taking her place in the corner.

Justin: Our next contest at Climax Control is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the dangerous form of Rage steps from behind the curtain to a loud round of booing from the crowd.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing three hundred pounds ... Rage!

Rage stares directly at the ring, refusing to acknowledge the fans booing and heckling him as he starts walking slowly down the ramp towards the ring. Once there, he stops just outside the ring and grabs a hold of the second rope. He pulls himself up to the ring apron and then steps over the top rope into the ring. He looks around the crowd with a dark and almost demonic look in his eyes as he turns to face the back, waiting for his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent...!

No More Mister Nice Guy by Alice Cooper begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark. We watch as red, white, and green, spotlights flash around the entrance area. We see James Tuscini, along with his Uncle Pinky del Ferrando, who doubles as his Manager, step out from the backstage area and James plays the crowd by waving and flexing his muscles.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Uncle Pinky! From Duluth, Georgia in the Atlanta Metro Area, weighing two hundred and forty pounds ... James Tuscini!

James and Pinky make their way across the landing and then they head down the ramp to the wrestling ring. Along the way James acknowledges the crowd by giving high fives and shaking hands while Uncle Pinky flirts with the older ring rats. When James and Pinky arrive at the ring James climbs up the ring steps, then he walks along the ring apron, then he ducks through the ropes into the ring where he makes a trip around the ring to play the crowd some more before settling into a corner to await the start of the match. His Manager, Pinky del Ferrando, takes a chair at ringside.

Adams: Matches like this are exciting! Both of these guys are former champions, about to have it out!

Simone: Rage is a former three-time World Heavyweight Champion, and James Tuscini a former two-time Roulette Champion. This could easily have been a Main Event anywhere in the world.

Holly, already having checked an uncomfortable Rage, just finishes checking on Tuscini, making an "Ooo!" face towards the camera. She steps back and Tuscini clears his throat, sharing a 'look' with Uncle Pinky as the bell is called for.

DING DING DING!

The two men circle the ring, sizing each other up, before they lock up collar and elbow style. Almost immediately Rage uses his size and power to his advantage and shoves Tuscini down to the canvas. Rage goes for a fist drop on the exposed grappler but James rolls out of the way and Rage ends up punching the ring mat.

Adams: Oo! I bet that didn't feel good.

Rage gets to his feet, massaging his clenched fist, and the two circle again. They get set to lock up again when Rage quickly scoops Tuscini up by the waist and runs him back against the near corner. Rage throws three right handed blows into James's head, stunning him, then goes for an over handed shot but again Tuscini dodges it and Rage punches the turnbuckle instead!

Adams: Rage isn't having much luck with those punches, is he?

Simone: No indeed.

Rage grits his teeth in pain, holding his hand as Tuscini grabs the hurt hand and twists his arm, then slams the hand again into the top turnbuckle! Rage falls back against the ropes, holding his hand, and James goes to work on the larger man, throwing stiff forearm shots into his head and chest! Rage brings him up short with a hard knee driven up into his ribs, then Irish whips him into the corner! Rage gets a full head of steam and charges in after him, but Tuscini brings up both feet to greet him right in the mush!

Adams: Damn! Rage is just not on his A Game tonight!

Rage staggers back, and Tuscini comes running off of the ropes and connects with a clothesline, but the larger man does not go down! Rage stumbles back, stunned and disoriented! James then climbs to the middle rope of the near corner and as Rage turns around, Tuscini leaps off and connects with the second straight clothesline, but once AGAIN -- Rage remains on his feet!

Adams: Does he go down!?

Simone: Not just yet! But he's damn sure close to it!

Indeed as Rage is trying to remain upright, staggering and stumbling back! Tuscini then goes to the middle turnbuckle behind his opponent, then jumps off for a ...

Adams: BULLDOG!

Simone: And finally the big man goes down!

The flying bulldog does its job and Rage goes down, driven face first into the canvas! Tuscini rolls him over onto his back and covers Rage!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Rage POWERS him off and Tuscini ends up landing on top of Holly!

Simone: Oh my...!

The capacity crowd laughed heartily as Holly rolled around on the mat with James; the startled wrestler trying to disentangle himself from the flighty transvestite official, and Holly trying to prevent him from doing so! Tuscini ends up on his back with Holly on top, posing for the fans but s/he shrieks in surprise and jumps out of the way, just in time for Rage to drop a diving elbow into Tuscini's chest cavity!

Simone: Finally! Rage hits one!

Adams: And he has Holly Wood to thank!

Rage grabs Tuscini and drags him roughly to his feet, throwing him into the ropes and jumps for a high knee right to the face, sending him crashing back down to the mat! Tuscini starts to get back to his feet and Rage comes off the ropes again with a second high knee to the face, laying Tuscini out! Rage then peels him up off of the mat again into a double underhook position. Rage lifts him into an upside down position, then crashes forward....!

Adams: Implant Buster!

Simone: Wait ... is it still apt to call it that when it's a man performing the move?

Adams: Pectoral Pulverizer!

Rage throws Tuscini over onto his back and covers him, hooking the near leg!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
James gets his shoulder up!

Rage stares at Holly who shrugs impishly, then stands up and pulls Tuscini up along with him to a vertical base. Rage sends him into the corner with an Irish whip and dives in after him for a spear -- but James moves and Rage goes flying between the top and center turnbuckle, crashing into the steel ring post!

Simone: Good god! Rage hit so hard the ring shook! He hit his head ... or did he hit his shoulder??

Adams: Rage is so damn big he hit both at the same time!

Rage slumps out onto the apron, tumbling through the ropes. Tuscini is right on him, grabbing him by his hurt arm and he twists it, then jams it across the top rope! Rage growls in pain and sinks to the ringside floor! He rests back against the ring apron -- right up to the point Tuscini careens into his back with a baseball slide, sending him tumbling down to the floor! Holly tries to intervene but Tuscini brushes past the official and climbs through the ropes, dropping to the floor.

Adams: Oh this isn't good!

James pulls Rage up but Rage breaks away from him and stuns him with a spinning back fist that knocks him against the barricade!

Simone: And it looks like Rage is back in control.

Rage grabs James by the arm and goes to send him into the steel steps but Tuscini manages to counter with a reversal and Rage is sent crashing into the steps instead!

Adams: Or not!

Simone: What the hell is going on with Rage!? It's like his mind can't focus on this match or his opponent!

Adams: It's almost like he's trying to channel anger that's not there any more.

At the count of seven, Tuscini rolls Rage back inside of the ring and quickly follows him in, just beating the count by the referee. Tuscini grabs his opponent by the legs and quickly intertwines his own legs within Rage's, dropping the mat with the larger man caught in a Figure 4 Leglock!

Simone: Oh my! He has Rage locked in tight!

But before James can really put any pressure on him, Rage powers his way closer to the ropes, grabbing them to break the hold! Holly calls for it and James holds on as long as he can while the referee counts...

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...

And James finally breaks before he can be disqualified! James is right on him again, grabbing him again by the legs and dragging him to the center of the ring. James steps through his legs for a Sharpshooter, but this time Rage powers him off and kicks him halfway across the ring!

Adams: Down but not out!

James is right back up and goes after his opponent, wasting no time and Rage clobbers him from out of nowhere with an uppercut to the chin! Tuscini goes down like he was shot!

Simone: Shame we can't say the same for James Tuscini!

Rage then stalks his opponent and drops down, straddling his sternum and grabbing him by the head and starts unloading on him with fist after fist to the head as Holly counts!

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...

Rage stops and gets to his feet, dragging Tuscini up along with him where he grabs him by the throat with both hands and lifts him up into the air, off of his feet! Again Holly counts!

ONE...
TWO...
THREE...
FOUR...

And Rage dumps him to the mat! Rage then comes off of the ropes and drops a guillotine legdrop across Tuscini's throat and face! Rage leans over with a lazy cover.

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Tuscini gets his shoulder up!

Adams: Serves you right! What the hell kind of cover was that!?

Simone: No good getting angry at Holly. It was your own fault!

Rage pulls James up and mockingly pats his cheek, before going for a short-arm clothesline ... Tuscini ducks the blow and as Rage spins around from his own momentum, James dumps him right on his head with a belly to back suplex!

Simone: And yet again Rage's distractions cause him to lose control of the match!

James drags Rage up from behind and leans down with Rage's back draped over his own...

Adams: No way! He is NOT...!

And James displays some serious strength, picking the three hundred pounder in the Human Torture Rack!

Simone: Oh yes he IS!

Adams: I can't believe it! He has Rage in the Human Torture Rack!

But it does not last long! Tuscini can't maintain the hold and Rage drops to his feet behind James! Rage then buries a fist into Tuscini's kidneys, sending him staggering forward in agony! James turns around and is the victim of a big boot right to the face! Rage stalks the ring, hands on his hips and staring out at the jeering fans, then down at his opponent.

Simone: He's wasting time -- again!

Rage finally reaches down and grabs James, tearing him back up and sets him up into position for a powerbomb.

Adams: Oh if he hits this...!

And Rage lifts him up high --- only to have Tuscini get free and land on his feet behind him! James has his arms locked in Rage's own and drops to his knees...

Simone: Backslide!

Tuscini uses his feet for all the pressure he can as Rage's legs kick wildly!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
THREE!

DING DING DING!

Simone: What the HELL!?

Adams: NO WAY!!

Simone: I don't believe it!

Neither does Rage who is on his feet with an expression of complete SHOCK on his face as Tuscini rolls from the ring, joined by Uncle Pinky who raises his arm in victory!

Justin: Here is your winner -- James Tuscini!

The crowd is surprised but cheers never the less as Tuscini and Uncle Pinky back up the aisle, all smiles as Rage stares at them in complete disbelief!

Adams: I don't know what's more surprising! That James Tuscini just pinned the former three-time World Champion ... or the fact he did it with a BACKSLIDE!?

Simone: Either way, this has got to be considered something of an upset, and has to be James Tuscini's biggest win to date!

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The scene opens up backstage to see Odette and Melody Grace backstage talking, they look to be deep in conversation as the cameras pan in to see Odette holding her tag team title in her hands looking down at it in deep thought. It doesn't take long for Pussy Willow to appear on the scene with microphone in hand.

Pussy: Odette I was wondering if I could get your thoughts on Evie vacating her half of the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championships?

Odette looks a little destressed about question as she turns her attention back to her title belt, while Melody looks on concerned.

Odette: My thoughts? I feel like I have been shot in the heart...

The Aussie frowns before she turns it upside down into a smile.

Odette: I'm joking, Evie and I spoke about this... I'm cool with her decision... but I also have a decision of my own to make... so if you don't mind...

Odette hands her tag team championship belt over to Pussy who grabs onto it, unsure with what to do with it.

Odette: So Mark Ward came to me, with this idea... and well I'm going to accept his offer. I'm vacating my tag team championship, because I know that it will be coming home with me again next week. Its okay, once the match is announced you'll catch on.

Pussy looks at Odette before she looks at Odette.

Pussy: I'm sorry I'm confused.

Odette: aren't you always? Don't stress yourself Pussy but keep my belt nice and warm because she'll be coming home with me next week.

Pussy: But, who will be your tag team partner?

Odette just looks over her shoulder towards Melody with a bright smile on her face. Melody who was off with the butterflies turns to see Odette smiling at her and before she can say a single word Odette points towards her best friend Melody Grace.

Odette: This girl. So this time next week Pussy, you and the rest of Sin City Wrestling will be looking at the NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions... and well? Who's going to stop us?

With that said and done Odette walks off leaving a confused Pussy and Melody behind.

---

When the cameras cut backstage Scott Oliver is standing by backstage with Roulette Champion Kris Halc. The champion had already been quite busy at Climax Control, but he could not deny his favorite interviewer a chance to talk to him. The Roulette Championship is hanging over his shoulder, nearest to Scott.

Kris: You can touch it if you want to...

Scott, his head up in the clouds, had not noticed that the cameras had started rolling. The cameraman snaps his fingers as Scott raises his hand to touch the title. The sound makes him stop before laying a finger on it. At least slightly embarrassed, he withdraws his hand and stiffens up before addressing the camera.

Stoner: I'm standing by with the new SCW Roulette Champion, and member of The Black Sheep, Kris Halc!

Kris shrugs.

Kris: Yup....

The interruption causes Scott to have to focus to remember what he was going to say. It was possibly Kris' favorite part of every one of his interviews with him.

Stoner: You have been on a roll since coming back in October. First we saw Jet City run all over the tag division, and now you are holding a singles title and just joined one of the most impressive lineups that have ever been seen in SCW. The Black Sheep already hold four championships in SCW, and they are only getting started. What is next?

Kris smiles, always enjoying when others are talking about him. There was one thing that was more important to him than anything that The Black Sheep were doing though.

Kris: What is next is breaking the 150 day record for holding the Roulette Championship. Being a part of a group is awesome, but I have been there and done that. I was part of The Nobodies. I was part of Jet City. This group thing, I know how to do. Let me ask you a question though, what happens when I join a group?

Scott looks confused, not exactly understanding the question.

Stoner: As part of The Nobodies you held the Internet Championship. Then you held the titles for the entire time that Jet City was active....

Kris cuts him off again.

Kris: Exactly. On both of those occasions, I more or less held a title for the entire time that the groups existed. This isn't going to be different. The Black Sheep, as fun as it is going to be, is motivation for me. Motivation to not fall short of the marks that I have set for myself before now. I'm breaking the record for the Roulette Championship, and then Christian and Mark can have it back.

The look of confusion on Scott's face grows.

Stoner: They can have it back?

Kris claps Scott on the shoulder and nods.

Kris: By the time I break this record, there's only one thing stopping me from being an SCW Grand Slam Champion. That's the endgame for me. We just have more than a hundred days to go until I get there.

Kris steps away from Scott, but the interviewer has one more question before he lets him slip away.

Stoner: What exactly did Porter Sweete say to you when it looked like you weren't going to join the group?

Kris laughs, still backpedaling. Scott Oliver was almost the perfect person to ask that question, even though he would not be exactly sure what it meant.

Kris: He told me that I needed to lighten up...

The champion turns, walking away from the interviewing space and rounding a corner as the cameras fade.

---

Justin Decent is standing in the center of the ring, ready to announce the next match. Just as he raises the microphone to speak, however, the crowd issues a mixed reaction as someone jumps the barricade and runs up to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope!

Simone: What the hell?! Who--

Adams: Is that...Alexis Staggs?!?!

Simone: Oh for God's sake! What is she doing here?!

Indeed it is Alexis Staggs- formerly Alexis Edwards- that has unexpectedly entered the ring! Justin Decent stares at her confused for a moment as she walks up to him, demanding the microphone. He shakes his head but hands the microphone to her before exiting the ring, allowing her to speak her mind. The crowd gives her a mixed reaction, unsure of why exactly she is here. She walks to the center of the ring, and looks around with a determined look on her face and she raises the microphone to speak.

Alexis: Helloooo SCW fans! Did you miss me?!?!

Again she receives a mixed reaction, causing her to frown a bit. The frown quickly fades and she waves it off, letting out a laugh.

Alexis: Ahh who am I kidding. It doesn't matter if you missed me or not, because I'm not out here to make my triumphant return to the six-sided ring. I'm not out here to do what so many others have done and make a return and automatically demand a shot at the top title or some shit.

Simone: Well...it certainly seems like it's heading that way.

Adams: Shhhh, Belinda. Let her speak!

Simone: As if I'd be able to stop her?

Alexis lowers the microphone for a second as the crowd quietly chatters amongst themselves, wondering why she's here. She smiles wickedly and laughs before she raises the microphone again.

Alexis: No, I'm not coming back to wrestling, but after watching a few things just a few days ago, I did decide to come out here and make a bit of noise. After all, that is something I love to do, as you all well know, and let's just say, one person in particular deserves to be called out on something many of us could have seen coming after Into The Void!

Simone: Again...what is she talking about?

Adams: If you'd let her talk we'd be able to find out!

Alexis receives more boos than cheers this time as she continues to speak.

Alexis: You see, it seems we once again have a lazy champion on the roster. It's pretty damn obvious that, once again, a certain Bombshell gets her hands on the title and history is going to repeat itself and the Silver Screen Queen is going to be the lazy champion we all know and love to hate. Ain't that right Crystal?!

Alexis turns towards the backstage, looking into the camera as if speaking directly to Crystal.

Alexis: Now, don't get me wrong, my former Nobody BFF, Celeste North, didn't exactly put in much effort into her promo work this week, either, but the things she said...it all suddenly made sense after I watched Crystal's promo. I mean, I don't know about any of you people, but as the World Bombshell Champion, I was expecting Crystal to say a little bit more than she did, especially after that performance at Into The Void. I mean DAMN! She really brought it for that match, am I right?!

The crowd cheers as Alexis nods, almost sarcastically.

Simone: Is she TRYING to make Crystal Millar angry?

Adams: I hope so...

Alexis: But then again...that is what Crystal does, isn't it? Same damn thing happened during her last title run, right?! She won the title and wasn't on the shows for how many weeks afterwards? And when she had a non-title match, it's like she didn't give a damn, right?! No, she didn't. Crystal Millar only shows up when she needs to and that's when she's defending the title, or when she's trying to win won. Otherwise it's like she's giving a big F you to everyone. Because she's selfish. And she's no kind of champion at all. She doesn't deserve that belt!

Alexis finally receives some cheers, but her attitude still receives some boos as well.

Alexis: And the people who actually bust their ass week in and week out, constantly get shit on by Crystal and the high horse she rides in on all the damn time! I don't know about you people, but I'm looking forward to Celeste beating her ass shortly, and if Celeste can't get the job done, I know for a fact that Evie Baang will at Summer XXXTreme. Because, we all know that Crystal will still have the title then. Because she'll--

The crowd suddenly boos as a group of security guards appears from behind the curtain and makes their way to the ring.

Alexis: GIVE CELESTE A TITLE SHOT!

Alexis quickly drops the microphone and rushes out of the ring as security tries to chase after her. But she jumps the barricade and runs into the crowd again, quickly disappearing and getting as far away from security as possible.

Adams: Well...that was interesting.

Simone: And I'm pretty sure that Crystal Millar will have a few choice words to say in response to that.

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Simone: At Into the Void VI Crystal Millar won back the World Bombshell Championship in a hotly contested match against Polly Playtime and Melody Grace and whilst the former champion certainly has her rematch clause someone else has her eyes on the top prize in the Bombshell Division tonight as the leader of the Mean Girls Celeste North is taking on Crystal in a non-title match.

Adams: Crystal might not need to worry about Polly as she is challenging Mikah for the Bombshell Internet Championship in the match immediately after this one but if there's one person she has to worry about its Evie Baang as the Australian Bombshell won the right to challenge Mikah for the title when she won the Blast from the Past Tournament at Into the Void and they already had a confrontation after Crystal won the title at Into the Void.

Simone: Then again, it goes without saying that the top champion in any division has a huge target on his/her back, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall!

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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

Justin: Introducing first!

I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring boos of the crowd are deafening. She isn't alone as her husband Jonathan comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to pie face the crowd. The crowd boos loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Jonathan stays attached to his wife.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, she is the reigning SCW World Bombshell Champion "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 her opponent to come out.

Simone: The title's not on the line tonight but a win over a tough competitor like Celeste will make people take notice.

Adams: On the flipside if Celeste wins tonight she'll have yet another challenger to worry about!

Justin: And her opponent!

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 Decent: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Beverly Hills, California, she is the leader of the Mean Girls, "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, sinking down as her crew leaves the ringside area.

Simone: So, far Celeste only has one title reign to her name which, ironically, was ended by the faction she's in charge off!

Adams: I wonder if Celeste realizes that she could use that fact to challenge for the Roulette Title because Veronica hasn't exactly had a lot of luck winning that title back!

SCW's senior referee Drew Patton calls the two women to the middle of the ring and asks Crystal to hand the title over to him, she does just that but makes the mistake of taking her eyes off of Celeste just long enough for the former Roulette Champion to spear Crystal to the ground prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the match is underway in typical Mean Girl fashion!

Adams: If it was typical Mean Girl fashion the other Mean Girls would be at ringside already as Celeste demonstrated twice during the Blast from the Past Tournament even though she never signed up for it!

Drew admonishes Celeste for her cheap shot but she isn't paying any attention as she continues to stomp away at Crystal before backing up and, in a surprise move, calls out for her finisher already.

Simone: She's going for the Homicidal already?!

Adams: Who does she think Crystal is? Some nobody Bombshell Mark picked up from some indy fed?

To Celeste's credit she manages to hit the first couple of steps to her finisher but when she goes for the Bulldog Crystal counters it into a Back Suplex which she bridges for the cover

ONE

TWO

And Celeste kicks out, both women get to their feet where a brawl ensues in the middle of the ring and at first things seem even as the two women trade blows in the middle of the ring and at first it seems like Crystal's experience edge over Celeste earns her the advantage in the brawl as she backs up and goes for a clothesline only for Celeste to duck under it proving that she was playing possum and hits Crystal with a snap DDT when she turns around! Celeste goes for a cover on the champion.

ONE

TWO

And Crystal kicks out!

Simone: Two near falls and one finisher attempt already! These ladies are going balls to the wall in this match!

Adams: I thought ladies didn't have balls down there.........

Simone: Not what I meant and you know it!

Celeste is the first one to her feet and she drags the champion up with her by Crystal's hair earning her the ire of the referee in the process but Celeste doesn't even get a chance to roll her eyes at Drew because Crystal is able to break free with a European Uppercut that sends Celeste stumbling back to the ropes forcing her to let go off her hold on Crystal's hair in the process, Crystal goes to clothesline her to the floor but Celeste telegraphs it hitting Crystal with a rope assisted dropkick using the momentum to flip onto the apron in the process, Crystal gets to her feet only for Celeste to hit her with a Springboard Clothesline from across the ring!

Simone: Wow! I think Celeste got more air time than Micheal Jordan there!

Adams: Showing your age a bit there..........

Simone: Watch it Jason!

Adams: Err, but yeah even the harshest critics of the Mean Girls have to be impressed by Celeste's show of athleticism!

Celeste goes for a cover!

ONE

TWO

Simone: And Crystal kicks out!

Adams: Look at the look on Celeste's face! She can't believe it!

Celeste starts an argument with Drew over a slow count but Draw is having none of it, the argument goes on for a couple of minutes and is only broken by Celeste being rolled up by Crystal!

ONE

TWO

And Celeste kicks out! But rather than let Crystal press the advantage any further the leader of the Mean Girls rolls out of the ring to regain her bearings and come up with a new strategy for dealing with Crystal.

Simone: Celeste is getting frustrated at the fact that Crystal is refusing to stay down!

Adams: Love her or hate her, not only is Crystal a champion for a reason but her last reign lasted a very long time!

Celeste doesn't get much of a restbite from the action as Crystal hits her with a running dropkick through the ropes that sends her to the outside in the process, Crystal then picks up Celeste and heads back into the ring after her before Drew's restarted count can even hit three where she goes for another cover.

ONE

TWO

And Celeste kicks out!

Simone: Same can be said for Celeste as she is showing great tenacity in this match!

Crystal shakes her head and decides to end it.

Simone: Looks like it's time for some Lights, Camera, Action for Crystal!

Adams: And if it hits it'll be lights out for Celeste!

Crystal drags Celeste to the corner where she climbs up to the top rope, she takes a moment to pose for the crowd before going for the move.........

Simone: CELESTE GOT THE KNEES UP!

Adams: Crystal took too long posing for pictures!

Sensing her opportunity Celeste immediately rolls up Crystal.

ONE

TWO

NO! Crystal kicks out in the Knick of time! Celeste pounds the matt three times in frustration before she calls for her finisher again.

Simone: She's going for the Homicidal again!

Adams: As the old saying goes, second times the charm!

Celeste waits for Crystal to get to her feet and when she does she goes for the Homicidal but Crystal reverses the bulldog again this time by grabbing hold of the top rope as Celeste is going for the running part of the move sending her flying, Celeste stumbles to her feet and Crystal seizes the opportunity to hit Celeste with her finisher.

Simone: That's a Wrap! Crystal doesn't use that move often but when she does it's something special!

Adams: Stick a fork in Celeste, she's done!

Crystal goes for the cover

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, the World Bombshell Champion Crystal Millar!

Simone: Impressive showing by both women but in the end Crystal's desire to prove herself as champion won the day!

Adams: Even so, Celeste has to be in contention for a shot after that showing, wonder what this'll mean for Summer

Treme?

Crystal celebrates with championship on the ramp whilst Drew checks on Celeste.

---

Chelsea Payne is set up backstage with a microphone. She gives the camera a smirk. The roulette title is firmly secured around her waist.

Chelsea: "I am taking a few moments to address my recent acquisition of the Roulette title. The thrilling feeling of proving people wrong including the champion... I mean former champion. Now I don't know when Jessie is going to want her re-match but whenever that is, I will be waiting. Personally I don't think she deserves it but I am a generous champion."

Her smirk widens.

Chelsea: "Nobody thought I had what it takes to acquire a championship but yet here I am. No doubt Jessie is going to cry about how she wasn't pinned for me to win but, turnabout is fair play. I was denied this title because someone cost me what I rightfully earned. How does it feel Jessie?"

She laughs a little before continuing.

Chelsea: And then we have Mercedes.

She clicks her tongue.

Chelsea: "I guess I can admire her wanting to protect her group members but when one of them fails as badly and regularly as Veronica... I have to wonder how much longer before they realize how badly she is dragging you all down. You talk about all the titles within the group but not the fact that Veronica can't hold on to it. So I guess when you talked about being disappointed that no one could break your reign as roulette champion she has to be included in that."

She smiles still.

Chelsea: "Right now, Black Sheep hold four titles in SCW and Mean Girls currently hold zero. When was the last time you held a title Mercedes? But you know what? I nor anyone else cares about your record. Like I said, it's quality over quantity. You can be the best champion without being the longest reigning. So although I plan on keeping this for a long while, regardless of when it changes hands, I will be known as the one who breathed life back into it."

She relaxes a little.

Chelsea: People can doubt my legitimacy all they want, fact is this business is full of people who do whatever they need to do to succeed. Judge me and just like all the others, you will have to eat your words."

She blows a kiss before walking away.

---

J2H is seen backstage with Melody Grace, the two deep in conversation.

Melody: So are we going out after the show?

J2H: That we are, we've got some stuff to celebrate. You'll be a champion again in no time and well, if that freak Raab keeps the belt and makes the right call, I'll be making history soon.

Melody tugs on his arm, looking at him with a smile.

Melody: Maybe we can sneak out early?

J2H: I got just one more thing to take care of and we'll be gone. It shouldn't take too long.

Before the two can continue, Pussy Willow appears on the scene.

Pussy: Hey guys!

Melody: Work mom!

Melody looks excited but a blank look appears on J2H's face.

J2H: No, just no.

J2H tries to shoo her along but Melody pulls on his arm.

Pussy: I only wanted to ask you about Steve Ramone's comments earlier.

J2H and Melody look at each other with a slightly confused look on their faces and back at Pussy Willow.

J2H: What comments?

Pussy: Just after the show started, Steve Ramone made some comments about you.

J2H: What did the idiot have to say?

Pussy: Well, he challenged you to a championship match for your title.

J2H scratches his head and bursts out laughing.

J2H: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... championship match? HAHAHAHAHAHA. Pussy, it's not April the 1st anymore. Nice try though.

Pussy stares at J2H with a blank look on her face.

Melody: I think she's serious babe?

J2H lowers his eyebrows as he looks at her.

J2H: Are you serious? And what does he think has earned him the right to this after he couldn't beat Kris Halc and walk away with a Roulette title a couple of weeks ago? Kris Halc is a talented guy and Ramone proved once more that he is indeed fucking useless, so what makes him think he can jump the line and get a shot?

Pussy: Something about a tweet you made about a band and festival?

J2H: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I bash a band no one in the world other than Steve Ramone cares about, and a festival for overweight, wannabe bikers who look like they need a good wash and he thinks he can use that to get a title shot? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! How clueless is he? He's been around long enough to know this is the post Blast From The Past cycle, which means little people who don't win the thing, don't get to make demands like that. Next time you see Steve Ramone, tell him fuck Battle Beast, fuck Bloodstock, tell those morons there what a shower looks like, and fuck ever dreaming of becoming a world champion while I have the belt. Guy can't even win the Roulette title. I'd take on anyone they want to put me against, but I don't even think the staff are stupid enough to reward that loser. Nice try Ramone and thank you Pussy for giving me a needed laugh!

J2H walks away with Melody as the camera cuts elsewhere.

---

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a singles match for the Bombshell Internet championship!!

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in. 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.

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

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

Justin: And her opponent!! Standing in at 5'8 and weighing in at 110 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!! The Internet champion!! Mikah!!!

DING DING DING!

The bell rings as Jasmine holds the Bombshell internet title up high in the air before handing it to the ringside time keeper. The two ladies circle each other as Polly goes for an arm from Mikah as the veteran Bombshell manages to reverse the armbar that Polly tried to put on her and turns into an hammerlock. Pulling hard on the arm as Polly tries to reach between the legs for the legs of Mikah but fails. She then reaches over head and grabs the neck of Mikah and forces this way to push herself and Mikah into the turnbuckles. Forcing Jasmine to demand Mikah to break the hold, what she finally does. Polly waits for the moment that her arm is released as she drives an elbow into the face of Mikah and that causes Jasmine to warn Polly who just smiles and turns her head and grabs the hair of Mikah and hair mares her into the middle of the ring before jumping on the second turnbuckle and jumps forward with an elbow in the back of Mikah's neck. She then pushes Mikah on the canvas for the three count as Jasmine starts to count

One!! Two!!

Mikah manages to kick out as Polly runs to the ropes and comes off with a grabbing the head of Mikah and rolls through while jumping over her. Forcing her to snap backwards and hit the canvas hard. Polly runs to the ropes and comes off with a running dropkick into the face of the champ and goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Thr....

Another kick out from Mikah as Polly runs to the ropes again and comes off with a moonsault towards Mikah, but the champ rolls out of the way as Polly crashes on the canvas.

Simone: Smart way to avoid the moonsault from the champion

Adams: Indeed Brenda, let's see whether Mikah can come back into this match.

MIkah immediately takes advantage of the given situation as she grabs the head of Polly and delivers a Face Plant on the canvas before dropping a knee into the side of Polly's head and to the neck area of the challenger of her championship belt. She repeats the move a few times before she grabs the head of Polly and puts her on a front face lock on the canvas as she puts all of her weight on her neck. Cutting off the oxygen flow to the brain as Polly is trying to get to her feet and counter the move. Jasmine is checking on whether Polly is still able to continue as she pushes herself to her hands and knees. Trying to get to a vertical base once more.

Adams: I'm curious what Polly will come up with next!!!

She gets to a sitting position on her knees as she drives a forearm into the midsection of Mikah, who follows it up with an elbow right between the eyes. She then follows it up by grabbing Polly by the hair and pulls her to her feet for a reversed neckbreaker. Spinning Polly around and is about to go for the move, but Polly manages to put her foot under the bottom rope and hook her tip of her boot with it. Causing Jasmine to see it and break it as Mikah is not happy. She jaw yaps Jasmine for a bit before charging for Polly, who pulls the top rope down while she falls on her back. Causing Mikah to fall to the outside due to her own momentum being used against her.

Simone: Smart move from Polly, not many like this strategy but it is effective nonetheless!!

Adams: And against a champion like Mikah, you need all the momentum that you can get to win in this match and take home the gold.

Polly slowly get to her feet and sees Mikah down, trying to slowly get to her feet as Polly runs to the turnbuckles and jumps on the top turnbuckle before jumping off right away with a splash and takes down Mikah in the process. The crowd get to their feet as they are enjoying the impact of the move and what Polly is trying to win the match and take home the Internet championship belt.

Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Polly gets to her feet right away, looking around the fans before turning her attention towards Mikah. She grabs her by the hair and drives her head into the side of the ring. She then repeats the move several times before Jasmine slides out of the ring to check on Mikah while Polly walks around screaming to the fans that she wants her title back.

Simone: I hope Mikah is okay, if she is too seriously injured Jasmine may just stop this match and hand the title over to Polly.

Adams: That's right Brenda, but knowing Mikah. She is a tough cookie and she will not want to see the match end like that!!

We can see Jasmine ask Mikah if she's okay and if she remembers where she is. Mikah nods and answers her correctly as Jasmine tells the match will continue. Causing Polly to charge into Mikah straight away, not giving her time to respond to the running knee into the face of Mikah that causes the fans to gasp. Polly bitches at Jasmine while grabbing Mikah by the hair and rolls her back in the ring as she knows that she can't win the title on the outside.

She quickly hops on the ring apron as she grins and taunts the fans before going inside the ring and goes for a nonchalant cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Thre....

Mikah pushes her shoulder off the canvas on time, causing Polly to react in shock. Not believing what is going on and that she managed to break the three count like that. Jasmine is showing that it is only a two count, that will only infuriate Polly even more. Turning her attention towards Mikah again and runs to the ropes and goes for another Moonsault. This time Mikah doesn't roll out of the way but...

Adams: She got Polly with the knees!!!

Lifting herknees up just in time for the counter o the high risk move, she slowly gets to her knees and we can see the angered look on her face. Holding her hand to her face to check if everything is okay before grabbing Polly by the hair and slaps the taste out of her mouth before following it up with the reversed neck breaker and drops Polly hard on the back of her neck. Mikah goes for the cover as Jasmine starts to count.

ONE!

TWO!

Thre....

Polly manages to get her shoulder up, this time it is Mikah that questions the count of the referee but Jasmien shows it is just account of two. MIkah grabs the head of Polly and lifts her up for a Snap suplex and drops her hard on the canvas. The fans applaud her as others boo the internet champion. She turns her attention back to Polly as she sets her up for another Snap Suplex, but this time Polly manages to block it before pushing Mikah into the turnbuckles. Driving her shoulders into the midsection of the champion before executing a Monkey Flip out of the corner, wanting Mikah to fall flat on her back. But the champion manages to land on her own two feet as Polly gets to her feet and wobbly turns around. Only to be met by a big boot in the midsection and then follows it up by setting Polly up for a Dangerous DDT. Wanting to lift her up, but again Polly blocks it and counters it with a small package roll up.

Simone: WOW!! Will this be it???

Jasmine goes for the count as we can count along with her.

ONE!

TWO!

Thre....

Adams: NO!!!!

Mikah manages to kick out at the final moment, causing Polly to get up at the same time as Mikah. Who is just a tad faster than Polly and blasts a kick to her head and sets Polly up once again for the Dangerous DDT and this time drives her hard to the canvas before going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match and STILL SCW Bombshell Internet champion.... Mikah!

Simone: GOOD GOD!! Mikah retains!!!!

Mikah is on her back, now feeling the effects of the match even more as she feels her back of her neck from the blows she suffered earlier while Jasmine hands her the championship belt as she slowly gets to her feet and rolls out of the ring before walking off still champion.

---

Backstage in the Gold Coast, just outside of the Grand Ballroom where Climax Control was being held, a long booth has been set up with a multitude of SCW merchandise on it, available for fans to purchase. And the fans were making full use, crowding around and buying everything from posters to t shirts to video games -- and a little bit of everything in between. But there was a special additional appearance this day, as at the very end of the table stood the reigning SCW World Tag Team Champions, none other than Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean, the aptly named Team BJ.

(Apt only if you DON'T ask 'the Cockney King that is!)

And although they are provided chairs for their comfort, neither Ben nor Jamie make use of them as they have no time. They are far too busy keeping up with the fans' requests for autographs and photo ops, a request that Ben in particular is only too happy to oblige in. Mister Jordan was never one to shy away from the chance for a selfie with a fan! Ben just finishes signing his name to a glossy 8x10 of Jamie and himself, and passing it to Jamie to sign, and he leans over and offers his hand to the fan, a young boy of roughly eight years of age.

Ben: And you'll be watching us next week, right?

Ben raises his eyebrows inquiringly, and the boy is just so star struck that all he can do is bite on his fingers and nod silently without saying a word, earning a bright smile from Ben. Jamie finishes with the photo and slides it over towards the lad who grasps it with eager fingers. Jamie leans in.

Jamie: Cheering for us, I hope?

Again, the boy nods and the child's father steps up, holding up his smart phone.

Father: I know he's not a big talker but he'll regret it if I don't ask if he can get his picture with you guys?

Ben: Well I'd have been insulted if you didn't!

Ben promptly reaches his arms over the table and scoops the boy right up off his feet, drawing a bright grin that could melt any heart. Jamie picked up the World tag title belts from where they rest on the table and drapes Ben's own over the boy's shoulder, allowing him to hold onto it, while holding his own up. Ben and Jamie smile and pose with the young fan in Ben's arms and the father happily takes the picture that will last a lifetime of memories. Ben sets him down and before the boy can run around the table to rejoin his father, Jamie brings him to a halt and stuffs an oversized Team BJ shirt over his head as an added bonus. The boy hurries around the table as fast as he can, dragging along with him...

Ben: Er, 'scuse me, mate?

The father looked down and chuckled as the boy looked up with wide eyes.

Ben: Can I have me belt back?

The fan looked down into his small hands and indeed he did still have Ben's half of the tag belts in his grip, dragging the ten plus pounds of championship gold along behind him. ben looked to Jamie and shared a laugh with him before addressing the fan again.

Ben: Unless of course you're going to team with this one...

He jets a thumb at Jamie's direction.

Ben: Next week?

The boy shakes his head 'no' and struggles to lift the belt up for Ben to retrieve and Ben accepts it and gives the boy a wink before his dad leads him away. The champions turn to continue their fun times with the fans when a voice draws their attention.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Charming as always gentlemen.

Miss Rocky Mountains approaches the champions, adjusting her glasses as she arrives at the table.

Jamie: Don't tell me you want a selfie with the champs?

Miss Rocky Mountains smiles.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Only if I get to sit on both of your laps while I do it.

Ben smiles while on the opposite, Jamie visibly shudders.

Miss Rocky Mountains: But business before pleasure. Now I overheard you mention your tag team title defense next week in West Wendover, Nevada?

Ben: You heard right.

Jamie: Been a damn long time since I got to team with this hot piece of...

Jamie is brought up short from saying what he was about to say, his eyes roaming the lobby and spotting too many youngsters out and about. He clears his throat and finishes.

Jamie: Wrestling action? Ben here was uber busy in the Blast From the Past so we didn't really get much of a chance to defend the titles, but we'll be there with bells on.

Jamie looks at ben and smiles.

Jamie: Wanna know where and how many?

Ben shakes his head no.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Well, the Bad Boys are currently your number one challengers, and word is that they'll be scheduled for their title shot at Summer XXXTreme in July, but next week you're set to defend against the Members of the Elders.

Ben nods.

Ben: Right, two blokes Jamie an meself are pretty familiar with. Had more than one go around with Jon an' Eyesnsane. Beat them a couple times, they won one against us...

Miss Rocky Mountains: Ending your first title reign as I recall.

Jamie: Boy history always looks worse when you remember the facts.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Sorry.

Ben: Point is, we're looking forward to the match and meeting the lads in the ring again. They deserve it. Matter of fact, they're scheduled against that new team... Black Sweetes?

Jamie: Black Sheep.

Ben: Right. So I'm pretty sure they'll show everyone out there why they're getting a title match.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Well guys, the thing about that? That match just took place a lot earlier and ... Porter and Killian Sweete won.

Jamie and Ben stared at Miss Rocky Mountains.

Jamie: You're kidding.

Miss Rocky Mountains shrugs.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Sorry, but I'm really not. it was strange, too. It was almost like they put no effort into this match.

Miss Rocky Mountains, Jamie and Ben each looked into the camera and ben nodded knowingly, jetting a thumb towards the busty reporter.

Jamie: Well, that's unexpected! But I guess that means the Tweets, er, Sweetes, will be in line soon for a shot.

Ben: or they're replacing the Elders in our match next week.

Jamie: Or the match is non-title now.

Jamie and Ben look at each other.

Ben and Jamie: Who books these messes!?

---

Bobbie Dahl is seen in an "office" backstage, seating in a chair looking directly at "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward and Christian Underwood. Christian has his arms folded, with a look of uncertainty on his face as Mark has a comical look as he watches the two of them. Bobbie is staring at Christian, clearly liking what she sees, and a few moments later she licks her lips and winks at him. He pushes himself forward in his seat and slams his hands down on the desk separating them.

Christian: Jesus Christ! That's not going to work on me! I'm gay and licking your lips like that won't make me offer you a damn contract!

HS: No, but it'll get me to.

Bobbie smiles and points to Hot Stuff.

Bobbie: He's the smart one. Come on Christian...

She puts a serious amount of emphasis on Christian's name, winking at him again.

Bobbie: The two of you called me here for a reason. Obviously you want to offer me a contract. I mean, why wouldn't you?

Christian: Maybe because I want talent on our damn roster and not...

HS: Not someone who can squash her way through the Bombshell Division? Literally? No offense...

Bobbie waves it off with a laugh.

Bobbie: None taken, Mr. Ward. It's the truth anyway. When you see what I have in store for the Bombshell Division...well, you won't regret it.

Christian laughs and shakes his head.

Christian: See that's the thing, Bobbie. We watched that audition tape you sent us, and I have to say...I saw nothing in it that made me anxious to sign you. Nothing at all.

Mark smacks Christian's arm and Christian turns his head and glares at Mark.

Christian: What the hell was that for?

HS: If you don't offer her the damn contract, I will. This woman could shake things up in the Bombshell Division and you damn well know it!

Bobbie: Again, quite literally.

Mark and Christian turn to look at her as she speaks up and then shimmies and shakes her goods right in front of them! Christianjust shakes his head and Mark chuckles.

Christian: Christ! She can't wrestle! You saw the video!

Bobbie: Neither can several of the other Bombshells on the roster, but you offered them contracts, didn't you?

Christian shoots Bobbie a glare as she bites back at him. Mark chuckles again.

HS: I'm liking this woman more and more.

Christian: Word of advice, Bobbie...If you want to get anywhere in this company IF we offer you a contract, talking to me like that won't help you any.

Bobbie shrugs.

Bobbie: Has anyone ever told you you're a lot sexier in person? And even more so when you're angry?

Bobbie licks her lips and winks at him again. He finally throws his hands up in the air and stands up from his chair, looking at Bobbie before giving Mark a stern look.

Christian: Once again, I'm gay and not interested in what you're trying to offer. The answer is no. No. A million times NO. Get her out of here and DO NOT offer her a damn contract! Now, if you'll excuse me, one of us has a show to run.

Christian walks around the desk, heading towards the door. He walks just past Bobbie in the process, and when he does, much like she did to the security guard earlier, she grabs a firm handful of his ass! Only this time, she gives in a nice squeeze! He jumps forward and turns around and glares at her.

Christian:Hands off, sister!

Bobbie: Sorry. I couldn't help myself.

Christian then storms out of the office as Bobbie turns her attention back to Mark. He's grinning from ear to ear.

Bobbie: I've squeezed a lot of asses in my time, but that one? That one was niiiiiiiice.

Mark smiles and laughs as he holds out a packet of papers to her.

HS: Consider yourself the newest member of the Bombshell Division, Bobbie.

Bobbie smiles widely as she stares down at the contract.

Bobbie: Seriously?! Holy shit! But...he told you not to offer me a contract!

HS: And when have I ever listened to him? I live to piss him off, and regardless of what he thinks, I think you're going to bring something fresh to the Bombshell Division. God knows we need it.

Bobbie snatches the contract off the desk and jumps up and down, and her chest nearly smacks her in the face in the process! She has to stop herself and then holds her "puppies" down, looking at Mark amused.

HS:Bloody hell, woman. Be careful or you just might knock yourself out with those things!

Bobbie: Been there. Done that. Comes with the territory with these babies.

Mark just shakes his head as he stands up.

Bobbie: Anyway...thank you so much Mr. Ward! You won't be sorry, I swear! I can't wait to show everyone just what I'm capable of.

HS: Oh, I trust they have a slight idea. Welcome to SCW, Bobbie Dahl.

Bobbie: Fuck yes! I can't wait to tell Artie!

Bobbie turns around excitedly and runs out of the office. Mark just stands there, shaking his head, but with an amused smile on his face.

HS: Oh the chaos that one is going to cause...Sometimes I just can't help myself.

Mark continues to shake his head as he sinks back down into his seat, smiling and anxiously anticipating the reaction that will follow from signing Bobbie Dahl.

---

Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Internet championship and is your main event of the night!

Justin stops, putting his finger in his ear.

Justin: Ummmm, but first, introducing your guest commentator....

Simone: Our what now?

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.

Simone: Oh god!

Justin: He is the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, he is J2H!

The confident champion starts to walk down the ramp with the SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, moving around the outside and towards the commentary table. He moves next to Jason Adams and climbs on the table, raising the championship above his head before jumping down. He takes a seat and sits down.

Adams: Welcome to the commentary table and thank you for not kicking over my coke when you climbed on it. Christian makes me pay for my own now.

J2H: Well Christian is like that. Can we roll out the two freaks? I got plans with Melody after the show and I don't wanna sit here longer than I have to.

Justin: Introducing the challenger....

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 up. We see a candle burn on the titan tron as his name emerges. His eyes is piercing through the entire arena, as if he is searching for someone to drain his blood from.

Justin: From Moscow, Russia, weighing in at two hundred and seventy five pounds, he is 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.

Justin: And his opponent....

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as 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.

Justin: From Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the SCW Internet champion, he is Lord Raab!

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.

DING DING DING

Dmitri and Raab move towards the center of the ring and Dmitri motions for the belt around his waist but Raab drills the bigger man with a huge shot to the head, catching the vampire by surprise and sending him rocking backwards. Raab stands in a boxing stance and drills Dmitri with a quick jab to the jaw, followed by a hook to the body and a cross right, sending him flying to the canvas.

Adams: How's your boxing skills these days, J?

J2H: I'm no Errol Spence Jr, but I could knock that masked freak out.

Raab moves over to the stunned Dmitri, reaching down and picking him up. Raab grabs him by the wrist and tosses Dmitri in to the corner, the Moscow natives back bouncing off the ring turnbuckles and Raab follows in with a huge clothesline, squashing Dmitri against the turnbuckle. Raab take him by the wrist and pulls him out with a short arm clothesline, knocking Dmitri to the canvas. Raab drops down to the canvas and locks on a front facelock, before lifting his knees, planting them to the head of Dmitri.

Simone: And your MMA skills?

J2H: I don't need MMA skills cause I would never have let myself get put in that position to start with.

Raab finishes off his assualt on Dmitri's head with a final knee to the top of it and pulls him on to his feet. He lifts Dmitri up and plants him with a spinebuster, the ring shaking on impact as the two hundred and seventy five pound Russian is driven in to the mat. Raab spins around on to Dmitri and Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Dmitri gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Close count right there.

J2H: Really? I've been in the ring with Dmitri and that wasn't close at all.

Raab pulls Dmitri to his feet but Dmitri cuts him off with an elbow to the gut, before catching the German with a sharp uppercut, knocking him backwards. Dmitri charges in and catches Raab with a knee to the gut, forcing Raab to crumble to the floor.

J2H: The fuck was that?

Adams: Knee to the gut, which might hurt more if Raab had a bad Chinese or something.

Dmitri pulls Raab to his feet and lifts him up, slamming him down with a body slam before jumping in the air and planting him with a fist drop, catching Raab on the top of his head. Dmitri pulls Raab to his feet and stands next to him before pulling him backwards with a side Russian leg sweep.

Adams: Russian leg sweep from a Russian vampire!

J2H: Really went there, huh?

Simone: He goes there so much, he has an apartment there.

Dmitri sits up and looks over at the ropes before moving towards them. He pulls himself up on the top rope and crouches down, waiting for Raab to get back to his feet. As he does, Dmitri dives off the top rope with a huge clothesline, taking Raab off his feet! Dmitri scrambles on top of Raab and Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Raab kicks out!

J2H: That one wasn't close either before you say it.

Dmitri sits up and looks around the ring, pulling Raab to his feet and dropping him with a sharp DDT, the German's head bouncing off the canvas. Dmitri sits up and looks at Raab and pulls him to his feet, taking a wild swing at him, but Raab ducks and wraps his arms around him from behind and lifts him over with a German suplex!

J2H: No joke about a German doing a German suplex, Adams?

Adams: Hmmmm, didn't think of that one this time.

Dmitri holds the back of his head and Raab moves on to his knees. He pulls himself to his feet and waits for Dmitri to get back to his feet. As he does, Raab moves in and locks up Dmitri's arms and starts to headbutt him repeatedly. He releases his arms and Dmitri stumbles away but Raab charges at him and catching him with a huge clothesline, knocking him down to the canvas. Dmitri looks dazed as he returns to his feet and Raab hooks up his head and arm before lifting the bigger man over him with a head and arm suplex, crashing Dmitri's head in to the canvas! Raab sits up and looks around and pulls himself to his feet. He holds on to the ropes and charges at Dmitri as the Moscow born vampire stands to his feet and connects with a huge spear, knocking Dmitri off his feet! Raab quickly pulls himself on top of Dmitri and goes for the pin. Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Dmitri kicks out!

Simone: That never say die attitude of Dmitri's is kicking in.

J2H: He's meant to be a vampire, which means he already died and is apparently already dead.

Adams: Hahaha, he got you there.... Wait, if he's already dead, does that make him a zombie too?

Raab runs his hand over his head in disappointment and moves next to Dmitri, wrapping his legs around his neck and trapping his head and his arm.

Simone: Raab with the triangle choke on Dmitri!

Dmitri waves his free arm around, indicating that he is still conscious and tries to wiggle free, slowly pulling his arm out as Raab tries to tighten the hold. Dmitri pulls his head through Raab's legs, escaping the hold and quickly spins around with a one hundred and eighty degree jump and plants a fist in to Raab's face, quickly catching him by surprise. Dmitri starts to reign shot after shot at Raab's head and face, wildly swinging at him and connecting. Dmitri returns to his feet and pulls Raab with him, grabbing him quickly and planting him down with a sidewalk slam, causing Raab to instantly hold his back.

J2H: The nineties just called Dmitri, they want their move back.

Adams: Really? I didn't hear your phone ring.

J2H: Might wanna see a doctor about that.

Dmitri stands back to his feet and pulls Raab with him. He lifts the smaller man up and puts him in a shoop slam position, putting him over his shoulder and charges with him, dropping him down with a powerslam. Dmitri looks up and around as he gets to his feet, moving backwards against the ropes and waiting for a few seconds. Dmitri takes a deep breath as Raab slowly gets to his feet and stands with his back towards Dmitri. Raab slowly starts to turn around and Dmitri charges at him, lifting his leg and catching him on the jaw with an almighty big boot, the sound echoing around the arena as Raab falls to his back.

Adams: There's big boots and there's that!

J2H: Meh, I give it a three out of ten. That's an improvement of two from when he hit me with it.

Raab lays on the floor and Dmitri goes for the cover. Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Raab barely gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Wow! I thought this one was done.

Dmitri gets to his feet and looks down at Raab. He waits for Raab to get to his feet and moves in closely, locking on a Tongan Death Grip!

Adams: Vampire Bite!

Raab screams out in pain, but adrenaline kicks in as he grabs hold of Dmitri's hand, prising his fingers from his throat. Raab lifts up a leg and kicks Dmitri in the gut, breaking the hold. Dmitri stumbles away and Raab runs towards him. Dmitri ducks his head and lifts Raab over with a huge back body drop, sending the Internet champion flying in the air and with the help of gravity, crashing down hard on his back! Dmitri moves back against the ropes and points to his arm.

Simone: Dmitri could be looking for the Nosferatu!

Adams: He's put many big opponents down with that move.

J2H: I'm bored, anyone else bored? Time to liven things up a little bit.

J2H removes the headset from his head and drops it down on the table.

Simone: Oh where's he going?

Dmitri waits for Raab to get to his feet and looks to charge towards his, but J2H grabs his foot, tripping the Russian and sending him face first in to the canvas while Jacob's eyes are on Lord Raab. Dmitri gets to his feet and turns toward J2H, hissing towards him, his fangs showing as he looks down at the SCW World champion, but J2H fakes a yawn at him. Dmitri turns around, only to be kicked in the gut. Raab hooks up his arms and lifts him up, dropping him with a double arm brainbuster!

Simone: Killerbuster!

Raab quickly covers Dmitri and Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, AND STILL SCW Internet champion, LORD RAAAAAAAAAAB!

Adams: Lord Raab retains!

Simone: You might not have been saying that if J2H wasn't here at the time.

Lord Raab is handed the Internet championship as he looks up the ramp to see J2H smiling and backing up the ramp. J2H holds his finger up, mouthing the words "one week" to Lord Raab.

Simone: What a way to end the show. That's all we have time for, join us next week as the action continues. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone. Good night everybody!

The camera fades out with Lord Raab holding the Internet title above his head, looking up the ramp towards J2H, who holds the SCW World championship above his head.

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Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Andy, Marge, Jenny, The Lord MK, Court, Erik, Fizz, Kris, Chelsea, Crystal, Britt and Polly. Also thanks to to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!