The scene opens backstage to find the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions Melody Grace and Odette Stevens standing in front of a camera with microphones in hand. They both have their championships draped over their shoulders, while they are sporting "Disney Dolls" T-Shirts. Odette however has her belt covering the word dolls as she is no behind this tag team name one bit but to keep Melody happy she is being a good sport. It doesn't take long for the fans to die down from cheering allowing the champions the time to speak.

Melody: Thank you kind people of Fort Defiance, Arizona.

Melody stops as the fans let out another loud cheer once again as she plugs their city. However, Odette isn't waiting for them to die down their cheers as she gives Melody a nudge to continue.

Melody: I would just like to thank you all for your love and support when it comes to believing in me and without you, Odette and I wouldn't be the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions. So, once again thank you.

Melody blows the fans a kiss before she starts back up again.

Melody: We have gathered you all here today, to announce the official day of birth of the newest tag team on the scene and hereby announce that we shall be known as the Disney Dolls.

Melody smiles proudly while Odette tries her hardest to stop her eyes from rolling.

Melody: We would also like you to know, that all monies that Odette and I will receive from our time as being champions and from the sales of our merchandise will go towards The Disney Worldwide Outreach Program, a program that supports other charities such as Make-A-Wish Foundation, Starlight Starbright Children's Foundation, Toys for Tots, First Book and Boys and Girls clubs of America.

The blonde stops talking for a moment before she continues on, letting her words sink in.

Melody: All very important charities... ones that are very close to our hearts. Now, I know you're all asking how you can help? Well that easy, all you need to do is purchase the NEW Disney Dolls range that Sin City Wrestling will be releasing tonight right after the show... and ta-da... the magic of money will be turned into the magic of giving to those who cannot give themselves a little pick me up or granting a wish to some of those who do not dare to dream.

Melody stops again and points to her bright blue shirt that she is wearing that is part of the Disney Dolls range.

Melody: Thank you for your time and I know together we can make a difference. Now, I'll hand the spotlight over to Odette who has some very big words to say to our competition.

Melody side steps but stays in the view of the camera before she turns to Odette who is waiting with microphone in hands.

Odette: We probably should have done Melody's bit last, instead of mine but hey... let this be known to all the female tag teams out there, The Boss Ladies, The Angel Clan, The Mean Girls, The Fallen, The Ba-Ba Black Sheep.

Odette screws her nose up while Melody hols back a giggle.

Odette: Sorry, mum life sometimes just comes out. Now where was I? Oh all the female tag teams in Sin City Wrestling, please line up and give us some damn competition. It's about damn time; we shake things up in the world of tag teams... oh and just because the name states we are dolls, don't confuse that for the fact that we could still kick your arses, with one arm tied behind our backs. Now step up, or step aside, but know one thing is for sure; Team Hero's record is ticking away and we are the ones that are going to end it.

Odette just winks at the camera, before Melody comes back to the spotlight and waves at the fans before the scene fades off to ringside.

The bikini clad Bombshell Internet Champion is seen walking along poolside dry as can be before she spots Stoner walking into the area, dressed in his usual attire for the shows. Mikah rolls her eyes at the man before walking over to him.

Mikah: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you think you're doing?"

Mikah places her hands on her slender hips, looking at the interviewer.

Scott Oliver: "I just though---"

Kris, a drink in his hand, comes around from behind the interviewer, clapping his hand on his shoulder.

Kris: "Stoner! I thought I told you not to move last week."

Scott shakes his head, not entirely comfortable with how close Kris is to him with as little clothing as he is wearing.

Scott Oliver: "You never came back."

Kris looks comically confused as to why that is a problem.

Kris: "Well not yet... So what are you doing here?"

Scott Oliver: "I couldn't just stay at the arena. The show was over."

Kris does not seem to understand the problem.

Kris: "I'm sure we will be back there at some point. We will catch you then."

Stoner is clearly unsure whether or not he is supposed to be taking Kris seriously. He opens and closes his mouth a few times without finding a response before Mikah inserts herself into the conversation.

Mikah: "As nice as it would have been to have left him at the arena last week, I think it's illogical to have even think he would stayed there. After all, none of his co-workers seem to know how to follow directions, what makes you think he would, Kris?"

Mikah raises an eyebrow at the host and then flashes a smirk in Stoner's direction.

Mikah: "And I'm sure he doesn't have any good questions to ask anyways. And plus, I don't remember putting him on the list to be able to step foot in here? How'd you get in?"

She narrows her eyes at him before moving her eyes over to Brody, who was still standing where Mikah had ordered him to do so. Kris shakes his head, knowing the answer, but offering it only to Mikah like the interviewer was not standing directly in front of them.

Kris: "Stoner invisibility. When you're as baked as he is, you slip under everyone's radar. You're not threatening, or imposing in any way. It's like you live in a blind spot."

Turning back to Stoner, Kris notices his eyes wandering around all of the ladies at poolside. He raises his right hand and snaps his fingers twice.

Kris: "Hey buddy! You're here for me, not the eye candy...."

Stoner freezes, caught in the act, but with Kris things were never that simple. He points his middle and index fingers towards his eyes and then to Stoner's.

Kris: "My eyes are up here, but hers..."

He moves his hand across to Mikah, dipping down from her face to her chest, but staying safely away from making contact with them.

Kris: "...are down here."

Mikah scowls at Kris and smacks his hand away from her chest.

Mikah: "Asshole. And don't you dare be looking at my chest, Stoner or I'll file a sexual harassment complaint, understand?"

Mikah narrows her eyes at the man before giving Kris a dirty look and pushing her hair out of her face.

Mikah: "How would you like it if everybody chose to stare at your crotch at every given minute? Hm?"

Mikah raises an eyebrow, ignoring Stoner again. Kris motions down to what could barely be described as shorts, and shrugs his shoulders. She waits for some kind of verbal response which allows Kris time to play to the fans at home by comedically looking from the Mikah, to his crotch back and forth.

Kris: "You know you like it."

Before she can protest, Kris turns back to Stoner, cutting off any objection she might raise by monopolizing the frame of the camera and bumping her aside.

Kris: "So what can I do for you Stoner?"

It was a question that Kris asked him almost every time they crossed paths, but it amused Kris to watch him struggle to find the answer every time.

Scott Oliver: "Well a few weeks ago you for-- joined The Black Sheep with a handful of other champions in SCW. How do you think that they are going to do against The Monstimals? Are the twins better than Raab and his husband?"

Mikah shoves Kris so that she is back in the frame, but it does not stop Kris from answering the question.

Kris: "What the twins want to do with the tag division is on them. I am hands off. I don't know what their plan is, but I know that they are damn good. I've seen The Monstimals up close from the commentary table, but I think the Black Sheep are good enough to win. I think the Bad Boys need to pay attention. Team BJ needs to be paying attention."

He chuckles, cutting himself off, and again playing to his attire.

Kris: "Specifically The Sausage King Jamie Dean paying attention to me, because clearly that's what I dressed up to make happen"

Mikah frowns and scowls at Kris, folding her arms over her chest.

Mikah: "Maybe you should be asking Jamie to see his boobs instead, if he's so important.."

Kris: "Pft. I see them every week on this show, and they are glorious."

Mikah tries to respond, but an idea strikes Kris. He holds up his index finger to Mikah and turns back to Stoner and the camera.

Kris: "You want an announcement, Stoner? Here you go. I hate The Bad Boys. Okay, maybe not that big of an announcement, but it needed to be said. I hate all of them.... But... one of them appear to be a little less of a bastard than the others last week. Mickey Carroll didn't seem totally sold on his brother-husbands or whatever the hell they are beating up Ben Jordan. If he felt so broken up about it though, maybe he shouldn't have beaten down Jamie Dean, who would have otherwise kicked their asses before they could put Ben down."

Kris holds up his hands, pleading innocence.

Kris: "Now I know I said I don't care about the tag division, but that shit just doesn't sit right with me. By my count, Jamie Dean is worth doing a favor for, and even the least dickish man-baby in the Male Mean Girls is still a member of the group that I despise the most, I feel the need to make him atone for that beating."

Scott Oliver: "So you're booking Mickey Carroll vs Jamie Dean for Climax Control?"

Kris nods in agreement.

Kris: "Oh yes, but that's not even the fun part. Since Mikah so astutely pointed out that we would all like to see a little more of Jamie Dean, we are going to make this match fun for me. Let's make it a tuxedo match. I am the Roulette Champion though, so let's actually make it a hardcore tuxedo match."

He sarcastically rolls his head towards Mikah, a smile on his face.

Kris: "Happy?"

She glares at him and flips her hair over her right shoulder with the back of her hand before walking away from Kris and Stoner, with nothing else to add.

Outside of the arena we see Eyesnsane drinking beers. Next to a grill he has just placed the cover on. He sits down in a folding chair next to the grill. Then he lifts up a can of beer and chugs it down. Eyesnsane throws the can down while leaning back in the chair and putting his feet up on a cooler just in front of him.

Eyesnsane: Oh, I suppose I'm supposed to care there is a camera here right? Well I'm off tonight and all this company did was pay for me to travel here. That said I'm going to just sit right here. Cook the meat I've thrown on the grill and continue to chill.

He leans forward moving his feet as he reaches into the cooler and grabs another beer.

Eyesnsane: Although, You can't beat the amount of paid time off I've been given by this company which served me well as I have had to spend my time elsewhere winning titles. I have no problem telling you all that John and I were and are hands down the best men's tag team on the roster. Ben and Jerry can have the belts, that does not make them great.

Eyesnsane pours some beer out of the can onto the ground, then raises the can up above his head.

Eyesnsane: To the podcast! Heh, and guys who are not afraid to show the world they like teddy bears.

He then chugs the remainder of the beer.

Eyesnsane: Oh, don't let me forget to address all you haters that are going to say that perhaps my effort is lacking. Now the easy thing to do for me would be to laugh at that, considering while being tag champion here I have held titles and set records elsewhere at the same damn time! We'll just put all that aside. John and I first got here and rant through the tag team division like water through a net. I'm sitting here a former SCW tag team champion and while some would say that's not saying much it's more than some other folks have accomplished having been with the company twice as long as me.

Eyesnsane reaches into the cooler and grabs another beer as he stands up and lifts the lid off of the grill as smoke rises up and dissipates in the air. As the shot fades to black

Backstage, Sam Marlowe can be seen walking along the hallway with a young girl who is smiling as she chatters away at Sam. The pair are dressed in matching Sam Marlowe tshirts and jeans. The young girl has a cast on her arm and a teddy bear in the other. Suddenly from down the hallway comes a shout from Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: Sammi! Wait up!

Sam Marlowe stops and turns to find her friend rushing up with a cameraman and smiles in welcome. The little girl sidles behind Sam who puts a comforting arm around her shoulders.

Sam Marlowe: Hey Pussy, what's up?

Stopped for a moment, Pussy holds up one finger as she catches her breath. The cameraman films the pair, cutting out the little girl for the moment. Pussy straightens and then brings the microphone to her lips as Sam can be seen looking off screen to reassure the little girl.

Pussy Willow: Sam, I have to ask...aren't you going to be doing anything with Kris Halc who is hosting tonight's show for his birthday? All the bombshells and superstars seem to be involved.

Sam Marlowe: Oh wow...Happy Birthday to Kris, hope he has a great one! I saw the memo but I had already made plans with Merry here...

Sam motions downward to the little girl who is brought into view on the camera as she shyly waves. Sam's smile widens as she continues to speak.

Sam Marlowe: Merry wrote to me when I was in Fort Defiance as the Bombshell champion last year and after the show there, I went and met her and we have been penpals since. She heard I was coming back with Sin City Wrestling and we talked about getting together a couple of weeks ago but then she fell and broke her wrist and was worried that we couldn't get together. I told her that wasn't going to be a problem, right Merry?

The little girl nods vigorously, her shyness fading slightly as she moves out from behind Sam and stands beside her. Pussy smiles at the girl and leans down slightly to ask her a question.

Pussy Willow: Nice to meet you Merry. You like Sam here? Is she your favorite?

Merry nods and a grin spreads across her face as she and the bear squishes a hug against Sam's hip.

Sam Marlowe: Awww thanks Merry.

Pussy Willow: Do you mind if I talk to Sam about something serious Merry? Then she is all yours.

From behind Sam and Merry, her parents can be seen coming into view and Merry rushes over to them after Sam gives her a nod and a whispered comment. Straightening back up Sam moves closer to Pussy in a very confident pose as the interviewer brings the microphone up to her lips.

Pussy Willow: Sam, I have to ask...lately you have been on a roller coaster ride here in Sin City Wrestling. You made it to the finals of the Blast from the Past but last week came up short against Chelsea Payne. Can you explain what might be going on in that mind of yours?

Blushing slightly, Sam's lip curls into a half smile as her hand comes up to brush through her red curls.

Sam Marlowe: What can I say Pussy? I mean come on, just because people have ups and downs in their career doesn't mean that there is anything going on. I will admit I have been half assing it for the last little while but when it comes down to it, I think I let things get to me and that was affecting how I was in the ring. But I have had an epiphany...

Pussy pulls the microphone back with a confused look.

Pussy Willow: Is that a baby elephant?

Sam lets out a guffaw of giggling and puts her hand on Pussy's arm.

Sam Marlowe: No Pussy, it's a eureka moment. I said to myself, ?Self, have fun in Sin City Wrestling. Get back to the Sam Marlowe you were when you first came into the company and that Sam didn't care about the drama or the ridiculousness of everyone needing to live their lives like they need the validation of everyone else. I am done dealing with that and I am getting back to the real Sam Marlowe.

Pussy Willow: But Sam, who is the real Sam Marlowe?

Sam smiles as she winks at Pussy.

Sam Marlowe: I don't know yet but I can't wait to find out!

With that she gives a quick salute to Pussy and the camera as she backs away towards Merry and her family. Pussy is left standing there with a surprised look on her face as Sam and Merry and her family disappear around a corner.

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

Monster and Animal I Have Become (mash up) by Skillet and Three Days Grace play over the sound system as Samuel McPherson and Lord Raab come through the curtain with Henry Losak behind them as they walk side by side together to the ring, ignoring the fans as they step over the top rope together while Henry goes through the middle rope. Raab and Samuel do a holdup in the ring with the fans booing on them as Henry steps out of the ring with Raab and Samuel stand in the ring waiting for their opponents

Justin: Currently in the ring is the team of Samuel McPherson and the current Internet champion Lord Raab!! The Monstimals!!!

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. Just before the words start a pyrotechnic explosion of red blasts all around the giant screen at the top of the stage. Two men come from behind the curtains, and stop at the center of the stage. Porter is on Killian's left and the look out at the crowd for a moment, soaking in their reaction.

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.

Justin: And their opponents!! The team of Porter and Killian Sweete!! The Black Sheep!!!

Simone: Two established names in the SCW, one of them the number one contender and the other team of new names that got a great way to start their careers in SCW!

Adams: Indeed, the question will be is this Belinda. Where's the mindset of Lord Raab at?? This match?? Or his title shot??

DING DING DING

The bell rings as the larger Samuel McPherson starts off the match against the fifteen minute younger brother Killian Sweete. The two men circle each other as Samuel slaps his arms to psyche himself up for the match as Killian shakes his head and Jacob Summers tells them to get the match under way. Samuel walks towards Killian and wants to grab him by the head, but the smaller guy sidesteps and bashes away at the back of Samuel with some stiff forearms but that has not much effect on the larger man. Who turns around and grabs Killian by the head and bashes him with a stiff forearm of himself causing Killian to be send into the ropes and then follows it up by clotheslining down Killian Sweete. Raab is applauding Samuel as the big man stares at Killian, who slowly gets to his feet. Ignoring his brother's hand as he screams at him that he has got it in the bag.

Simone: Quite unorthodox to neglect a tag from your partner.

Adams: He said he got it, I'm sure he has somewhere.

The two men walk up towards each other and lock arms, Samuel pushes Killian in the ropes and goes for a big boot. But Killian sidesteps and follows it up quickly with a shotblock into the back of the other leg of Samuel. He then grabs the leg and drives his knee into the back of the leg and follows it up with an elbow drop in the knee joint of Samuel before locking him in a single leg grapevine. Pulling hard on the leg as it causes more damage to the knee of Samuel. Who retaliates by grabbing the hair of Killian, but only to have Jacob telling to let go off the hair as it is illegal. This causes Samuel to drop back on the canvas partially also because of Killian pulling harder on the leg of Samuel. Jacob stares at Samuel, looking if he wants to give up to the hold, but the hold is stopped quickly as Raab charges in and kicks Killian in the spine. Causing him to let go off the hold as Jacob warns Raab to get back on the ring apron.

Simone: Good strategy from Raab, making sure that the injury doesn't get worse in the early goings of the match!

Killian gets up, looks at his brother who stands there in the corner waiting for a tag. Looking at him with a look why he didn't got in the ring to stop Raab, only to have Killian tell him that he thought he got it. Causing Killian to wave it off and turn his attention back to Samuel, who has gotten up to his feet and blasts Killian into the jaw with an open hand. Sending Killian staggering into the ropes as Samuel grabs Killian and whips him in his corner as he follows it up with a running clothesline. This sends Killian down into the corner as Samuel tags in Raab.

Adams: Now that is tag team wrestling!!

Raab grabs Killian by the head and drives series of elbows to the side of his head before grabbing him by the head and whips him to the other corner and runs at him with a running clothesline. This time Killian sidesteps and follows it up with a Reversed neckbreaker on Raab as he staggers back from the corner. Killian goes for the cover, but only gets a count of one from Jacob as Raab manages to kick out with authority. Killian gets to his corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle as he measures Raab for an elbow drop off the second rope when suddenly Porter tags him in and walks over to Raab without even looking at his younger brother. Who looks at Jacob with a look of shock, the camera's can be seen as Killian asks Jacob if this is legal or not?? Only to be responded by a Jacob yes answer.

Simone: That won't sit well with Killian Sweete that's for sure!!

Adams: Well it's better for him that he gets a moment to catch his breathe Brenda!!

Porter bashes away at Raab, he then runs to the ropes and executes a running single knee into the back of Raab. That sends the bigger man into the turnbuckles as Porter climbs through the ropes and grabs the head of Raab as Jacob starts to use the five count after warning him and Porter falls to the outside. Causing Raab to hit the ropes hard with his throat and then falls backwards. Porter jumps on the apron before jumping on the top rope and jumps off for a leg drop off the ropes. Only to have a two count from Jacob as Raab manages to get a shoulder up on time.

Simone: Porter sure has got the match turned around for his team

Adams: I'm sure that we will see some good tag team strategy from these two in this match!!

Porter grabs the head of Raab and sets him up for a Double Underhook DDT, but Raab drives him into the turnbuckles with authority. Following it up with series of shoulder blocks into the midsection that causes Porter to let go off the hold that he had on the number one contender for the World title and current Internet champion. Raab butts the head of Porter, that sends him down to the canvas before tagging back in Samuel. The two men whip Porter in the ropes and go for a double boot. That sends him down to the canvas with authority as Samuel goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

We can see Killian attempt to put his foot in the ring before the count of three could have happened, had it not for Porter to get his shoulder up in time. Causing Killian to retrieve his foot and holds his hand around the tag rope of the ring as he looks at the crowd and smiles at the people, telling that Porter has the match well in hand. Only to be met by a mixed reaction from the crowd as they are more at hand of his brother Porter Sweete.

Simone: I don't know if we ever saw a more odd tag team than this one??? And we have had quite a few didn't we??

Adams: Sure did Brenda, I mean every tag team that was formed with Brother Grimm scared the shit out of me!!!

Samuel tags back in Raab as the two men set up Porter for a double chokeslam, again Killian is tempted to set foot in the ring. But when he puts his leg through the ropes and is about to push his upper body through, he stares into the eyes of the two monsters that hold his brother up high in the air and he pulls back, telling the camera that it wouldn't be smart to run into the ring with these two men head on. The two big men from the Monstimals choke slam Porter down as Raab goes for the cover. But Jacob isn't looking at his direction as he had walked up to Killian as he was arguing over the fact that Samuel was longer in the ring than five seconds. Turning his attention to the fans to get their approval as Raab charges in on him and pushes Killian off the ropes. He then turns around and lifts up Porter and goes for another chokeslam. Only to have Porter to escape his grip and land behind Raab and hits him with a neck breaker as he puts both hands around the chin of Raab and puts his head into the neck of the Internet champion and drops to his knees. Causing Raab to hit the canvas hard. Porter falls on his back as well and holds his head in pain before crawling over to Raab after a count of four. He covers Raab, does not hook the leg and Raab pushes his shoulder off the canvas at the count of two and three quarters. Porter looks amazed as he cannot believe what just happened. He shakes his head and measures Raab for his patented finisher the Beautiful Finale Disaster Kick. Watching Raab getting to his feet, but just as he goes for the kick it is Raab that manages to sidestep. Causing Porter to hit Samuel on the outside as Raab then grabs Porter and spins him around before dropping him hard with a massive chokeslam. He then goes for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

The bell rings as the match has ended in a victory for the Monstimals

Justin: The winners of this match!! Lord Raab and Samuel McPherson!! The Monstimals!!!

Simone: Raab and Samuel win.

Adams: This will keep the momentum up for Lord Raab as he heads towards the biggest match of his career.

The camera moves to the food tent where Despy and Mikah are seen chatting at a table. Despy has a plate with a mountain of food on it where Mikah is just holding a bottle of water. She smiles at Despy before setting the bottle of water down on the table.

Mikah: That is a lot of food. . .where do you put it all?

She looks at Despy and pokes him in the side to see if he even had room for all the food he's consumed. She grabs her bottle of water and takes a sip before setting it back down. Despayre himself is having just a spot of trouble as he has a seemingly endless mouthful of Chow Mein. He is both trying to chew and slurp the noodles from the plate and into his lips, but as we said -- it is seemingly endless! He glances up toward his feminine type galpal Mikah and with a Herculean effort, inhales the last bit between his lips. He chews for a moment, then swallows and smiles to her.

Despayre: Dad always asks me the same thing! He says I eat more than him or Rage... you know. When Rage still hung out with us.

He then gleefully stabbed his fork into a portion of the beijing beef and lifted it to take a nibble before he went on.

Despayre: He just made me promise not to get the rice ... or use chopsticks, during Kris's party. He says I tend to cause chaos with the two combined.

He giggles and shakes his head.

Despayre: Such a kidder!

Mikah chuckles softly to herself before looking around the tent at some of the others that mingled in and out.

Mikah: I think you'd have done just fine with rice. Plus, the rice is the best stuff!

She grins at him before glancing at the opening of the tent and out to where the pool was located. She had yet to get in and was actually thinking about keeping it that way.

Mikah: And I don't see your dad being such a kidder. He's kind of intimidating. Just a little bit.

She gestures a bit with her hand and holding her index finger and thumb a little bit apart to indicate a little bit before offering him a smile.

Despayre smiles and waves a hand elaborately.

Despayre: Oh don't let him make you feel that way! It's all just a great big, ol' act. Dad is actually...

Despayre pauses, eyes wide. He stands up and looks first one way, then the other. Once he is assured the coast is clear, he nods and sits back down. He leans across to Mikah and whispers, finishing his thought...

Despayre: A great big ol' teddy bear!

He nods as he picks up a chopstick, that's right; as in singular. He stabs it into a piece of sweet fire chicken.

Despayre: He's always saying lots of funny and silly things. Just like how I cause mischief with chopsticks. But just one? I'm just...

Well, he was about to say ?fine' as he whips the chopstick up, a dollop too quickly and the piece of chicken sails off of it and goes flying off-camera. There's a small crash and Despayre's eyes open wide and he covertly shoves the chopstick back beneath the table and tries to put on an air of innocence. Mikah giggles a bit and offers Despy a smile and presses a finger to her lips to indicate a shh-ing motion.

Mikah: Don't worry, we'll blame that on somebody else. It can be our little secret.

She squirms in her seat before seeing the Birthday Boy strolling into the tent with ease a smile plastered on his face. Mikah simply crosses her arms over her chest as he walks over and sits down at the table with Despy and Mikah.

Mikah: I'd say we could blame it on him, but I don't think blaming the birthday boy would be very nice.

She smirks a bit.

Kris smirks back and adds a sarcastic "Oh ha ha" for good measure, before he turns back to address Despayre.

Kris: I'll pretend I didn't hear that, and besides...

He holds out a large, plastic bowl filled with a tasty treat out to Despayre.

Kris: I have a duty as host to guest and brought Despy here something I bet he'll enjoy.

Despayre's eyes brighten.

Despayre: Something special for me? But YOU'RE the birthday boy! You really shouldn't have oughta done it. What is it? What what what?

Halc takes a handful of the snack from the bowl before he pops a few between his lips, and confidently passes the bowl over to Despayre. Despayre happily does the same, digs his hand into the bowl and pulls out a fistful. He himself is about to pop one into his mouth when he finally sees what he's holding...

Teddy grahams!

Despayre's eyes go wide and he S-L-O-W-L-Y looks up at Kris.....

And suddenly from outside the tent, all party goers hear all hell break loose inside of the tent! Shouts! Crashes! Bangs and such! The tent flap flies open and Kris tears out at top speed with Despayre right hot on his heels, giving chase and Mikah bringing up the rear, chasing after Despayre chasing after the birthday boy!

The backstage area can be seen, most notably the door to Mark Ward's office. It's not but a few seconds before the familiar blonde figure of Polly Playtime can be seen approaching it, and then knocking on it. However there is no answer. She knocks again, but when there is no answer, she turns the knob and walks in, seeing that Mark isn't here. She looks around curiously and then suddenly hears her iPhone ringing in her skirt pocket. She pulls it out of her pocket and then looks at it, seeing that "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward has just Skype'd her.

HS: I don't have much time, but I heard you wanted to speak with me, so I'll make the time for you Polly, as I like you. You're not afraid to challenge yourself, which is why we have given you the opportunities that you've gotten.

Polly goes and sits in the couch that is in the room and makes herself comfortable, responding to Mark's message.

Polly: Thanks for that, but if you haven't noticed, I haven't been successful as of late with leaving the ring with victories, so if we can, I'd like to hold off on my contractual rematch for the World Bombshell Championship... until I can win, say, five matches. Crystal deserves to have me coming back after that championship at the top of my game.

Polly waits for a bit, as she then sees her boss's reply.

HS: Okay, we can do that. Being that I know you like challenges, do you have any certain opponents in mind?

Polly: That's the other reason for why I wanted to speak with you, as I do. You won't need to find anybody else for me to face either.

HS: Okay. Who are they?

Polly: As you know, I'm all about opportunity. That said, first up, Alana Allure. Second, her partner, Song.

Polly keeps her attention fully on her iPhone, though she crosses her legs When no response comes, she adds in more.

Polly: Third, I know she is just debuting here tonight, but the one that wants to make headlines, Cadence Carter. If she wants to try to make headlines, well, let's just say between you and me the headlines will have a picture of her down on the mat, having lost to yours truly.

HS: Fair enough. And the last two?

Polly: Sam Marlowe. I have not yet gotten to prove myself against her, being the only time I was in the ring with her, Amy Marshall cheated and Sam just double teamed me, because they both KNEW I was a threat to the both of them. And finally...

Mark is undoubtedly waiting for the last name on his end, and then from Polly, it comes.

Polly: That bitch Mikah!!! This time around I don't care if it's for the Bombshell Internet Championship or not either. She's ducking all the top challengers by giving excuses, and has gotten lucky against me twice now. This third time will be the charm, as she won't make it through me inside... HELL IN A CELL!!!

Polly's eyes close and she licks her chops. She opens up her eyes after a pause and continues to type.

Polly: Ohhhh. Then I'll be ready! I hope I get to face them all. GAME ON!!!

HS: I'll see what I can do Polly. Just, take care of yourself, okay?

Polly: Oh don't worry. I am, and I will. Thank you.

Polly slowly rises and then slowly walks out of the office that was meant for the boss, even though he is obviously unable to join his roster here in Arizona tonight. As she goes she moans some more, really hoping she gets what she wants.

The action in the ring was taking a quick break when the cameras found themselves cutting elsewhere. Specifically found themselves cutting to the parking lot area of the arena. A very faint "Help Me" could be picked up by the camera's audio. Quickly the cameras turned to where the sound of the voice had come from. Right away they managed to catch a glimpse of a man that was lying on the ground. Blood dripping from his mouth and reaching out for the camera crew. Out of the blue someone could be seen coming into the view of the camera delivering a kick directly to this man's face. For that brief second or two the figure stood over the man who laid on the ground holding their face after being kicked. That being said the figure turned themselves around to reveal themselves as Calvin Harris. There was this sadistic smirk spread across his lips. Not to mention this look in his eyes that resembled that of a psychopath.

Calvin Harris: I came back at Into The Void and I ended the career of Laki before it could begin. Instead of giving me the respect that was earned. Mark and Chris, you both chose to put me up against Jeremiah Hardin. You thought it would be some type of punishment to put me in the ring with a former SCW Heavyweight Champion. The thought didn't even so much as cross your mind that I'm a changed man. It didn't cross your mind that I was a man on a mission.

Shaking his head from side to side in clear disappointment.

Calvin Harris: In that situation you left me no other option but to continue on with my crusade agaist Sin City Wrestling. I climbed into the ring with Jeremiah and then I nearly ended his career. I took the so called Tiger down with ease. Some might even say that I indeed did end his career because he hasn't been seen since. Then again after the damage that I did to him, I wouldn't expect him to want to show his face again. Probably doesn't look the best anyway, but even after I did that. After I took on one of your so called best. Once again Mark and Chris, you didn't think about doing the right thing. You didn't think about apologizing for how you had treated me. You sure as hell didn't even think about giving me the respect that I have deserved. You once again ignored me. You ignored my actions and decided to put me in the ring with Joshua Acquin. Again, almost as if it was meant to be some type of punishment.

The look on his face said it all. He was just not happy with the decisions that were being made. At this point the fans that were sitting in their seats were beginning to boo with everything they had in them. Their hatred for Calvin was very obvious.

Calvin Harris: Now the thing that confuses me is this. Joshua has been apart of the roster for quite sometime, but in his time being part of the roster. The man has never truly accomplished anything. The man had never truly proven himself worthy of working for the company. Not at any point had Joshua ever proven to be a threat. So, the logic of thinking that putting me in the ring with him as a punishment is laughable. Much like it's very laughable that Joshua even thought for a second that he could get even with me because I quote unquote stole his spotlight. But as you people have already saw. Joshua wasn't a challenge. I beat the ever living shit out of him and called it a day. Once again my point had been proven. Once again the crusade continued. Once again I had dominated whatever the two of you put in front of me. Yet again, there was no respect given. Once again you chose to ignore me.

A bit of rage could be heard in the sound of his voice at that particular moment. Seemed that he was growing more and more irritated by the second with the story that he was telling.

Calvin Harris: If anything you chose to disrespect me even more by not putting me in a match this week. You just took me right off the show. I even got the emails where I was told that I didn't even need to come out this week because I was [b][i]"Not Needed"[/i][/b] as the email put it. And what you didn't bother to take into consideration was how that would make me react. You didn't bother to think about what the consequences were going to be of you trying to stop me from continuing on with the way I needed to do things. You didn't think of what kind of hell I could bring you if you attempted to stop my crusade. You did what you wanted to do because you feel you have all the power in the world to do so. Yet, you're about to find out who has the real power...

There was such an enraged look in his eyes when he made that comment. Calvin briefly turning himself around as he reached down and grabbed a hold of that man that he had punt kicked in the face. He placed the man in a headlock as he turned them both to face the cameras.

Calvin Harris: You might be able to hide behind the fact that you put someone else in charge this week like a couple of cowards the both of you are... but that isn't going to stop me from doing what I need to do. You won't put me in the ring to take your roster out one by one. Then I'll start taking your fans out one by one.

Male Fan: Please stop!

Calvin Harris: Oh, I'll stop whenever I finally get the respect I deserve.

He tightened that grip on the headlock causing the man to start turning a light shade of blue in the face. It was very apparent that he was cutting off the oxygen supply.

Calvin Harris: All this man wanted to do was join his buddy out there in the stands. All he wanted to do was show up and enjoy some professional wrestling, but you two robbed him of that. The way you both chose to act towards me, the action you took by not putting me in the ring caused a reaction of me not allowing one of your fans to enjoy the show. The disrespect that the two of you showed me. Caused me to show the lack of respect for the people that are directly responsible for SCW continuing to exist. You two forced my hand to do this. All of this that's been happening could have been avoided if you had just given me the respect that I have deserved, but you refuse. That is the biggest mistake that you could make.

Calvin released the headlock on the man. Right away the gasping could be heard coming from the man as he was finally allowed to breathe after being in such a tight headlock. That being said Calvin quickly shoved the man's head between his legs. There was a panic from the man as he tried to waved his arms and tried to pull himself out of the position but he was locked.

Calvin Harris: Maybe now you'll learn your lesson.

With those words leaving his mouth Calvin hooked the man's arms and lifted him directly into the air. Then without any hesitation at all Calvin proceeded to deliver ART OF BETRAYAL to the fan on the concrete pavement of the parking lot. For a second or two Calvin sat there with the man's head planted against the pavement between his legs. His eyes remained locked on those cameras with that rage in them. Then he proceeded to push the fan over and it was clear he was unconscious. Cameras found themselves zooming in on the fan just laying there. Before finally having no other choice, but to cut back inside the arena where a very upset crowd was.

The SCW screen comes to life and the face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen, his face very close to the screen - not in high quality as usual for segments away from the arena, but in more of a low quality Skype call. A conflicted look crosses his face as he looks down the camera, the cheers in the arena getting louder as people pay attention to him on the screen.

Ben: Alright people!

An unusual less cheery tone comes from the Cockney as he looks down the camera, the sound not as clear as usual.

Ben: Now I would have loved to be with ya there in Arizona, but as you lovely lot know, I'm back home in England at the mo, back in ol' blighty and it's not all by choice at this point. Thing is people, I wasn't meant to be on screen today, I was giving a little time to recover from having me nut used as target practice.

Ben points to his head.

Ben: But hey ho, the wonders of modern technology and all these video apps have got me there on ya screen to look at ya.

A slight smile crosses his face.

Ben: First off, massive thanks to Eves for coming all the way over to this place to check up on me, it's appreciated, and good luck in ya match later.

Ben holds a thumbs up to the camera

Ben: Second of all, last week something bad happened, me own mate stood there and watched his new buddies smack some steel off me dome, leaving me with a proper banging headache. I mean seriously thumping, that's lead to the point where me eyes go wonky and I dunno who the bloody hell is standing in front of me. It never had to be this way, but Mickey, you coulda stopped it.

Ben bites his lower lip.

Ben: You could put ya hands up and pulled them away but ya didn't. Part of me gets it, people don't wanna rock the boat when it comes to new mates, I understand all that guff, but you stood there pal. Tonight, I hear you saying sorry and it might just be my clouded head here Mickey, but I ain't sure anymore that this ain't some kinda plan for you guys to mess with me. See now I ain't the kinda guy who likes to do most things over the phone as you know Mickey, I'm more of a sit down, face to face fella, usually over a pint, but as a pint don't seem likely for a while, thanks to me brain being a little bit puffy, I'm letting you know I'm gonna be turning up next week, and have a little chin wag with you face to face.

Ben smiles as he nods to the camera.

Ben: Until then son.

Ben nods again to the camera.

Ben: I'm gonna sit here with me nan, she says hi by the way Mickey, and watch the rest of the show. You lot in the building enjoy and I'll be back at an SCW show in seven days. Have a good night people!

Ben winks as the scene fades to black.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat No disqualification no count match... Introducing first...

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

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

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

Justin: And her opponent...

"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!!!"

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.

Justin: And the final participant in this match... from Berkshire, England... Kate Steele.

Grow up by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.

Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.

DING DING DING!

Evie leans against the ropes, as she surveys the two women in front of her... As Polly moves in towards Kate and begins hurl insults towards Kate, but Kate just as much back and they get into each other faces, as Evie smirks and enjoys the pushing shoving until they turn to see Evie and then they both charge but Evie uses the ropes and shoves them both away with her feet. As they both stumble away, Evie moves in and grabs Polly and throws her out of the ring before approaching Kate, as she swings at Evie but Evie ducks and hits the rope and as she comes back Evie hits a hurricanrana before quickly getting to her feet and rushing to Kate and pulls her up and then quickly rolls her up for a pin...

Simone: Interesting start by Evie, as she throws Polly out of the ring and focuses on Kate.

Adams: Good start by Evie ? Eliminating the biggest threat in this match.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Kate kicks out with ease, as she and Evie climb back to their feet and approach each other, however, Evie quickly delivers a kick to the stomach of Kate before turning and heading to the ropes and heads towards Kate, but Kate grabs Evie around the neck and locks in a headlock, and throws Evie around a little with the headlock in place, however, before Kate can slow Evie down, Evie grabs Kate's head and hits a jawbreaker, which sends Kate down to the mat, as Evie rolls herself out of the ring to get some air, as Polly climbs back into the ring and charges at the rising Kate, but as she gets closer, Kate throws a high elbow at Polly who stumbles away a little holding her face as Kate leaps onto the middle rope and hits a flying chuck kick to Polly sending her down to the mat, as Kate then grabs Polly and goes for a pin...

Adams: Evie attempts a pin... but it's far too early and Kate now is now on the attack and locks in headlock, but Evie manages to escape with a jawbreaker, which stuns Kate.

Simone: Here comes Polly who tries to take advantage of the situation but fails to do so and Kate take Polly down and goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Kate climbs back to her feet and approaches Polly, where she grabs her arm before bringing down her weight across Polly's arm and shoulder, before grabbing Polly's arm once more but this time she locks in a fujiwara armbar and cranks back on it, as Polly screams out as she reaches out with her foot to get to the rope but obviously with no count outs the ref doesn't do anything. Evie meanwhile outside the ring, climbs up onto apron and then onto the ropes, where she hits a top rope dropkick to the back of Kate, which releases Kate's hold on Polly.

Simone: Polly kicks out with ease, however, Kate is back on Polly and tries to make her tap out with that fujiwara armbar.

Adams: But never turn your back on the third person in this match as Evie comes flying in with a dropkick to the back of Kate.

Evie climbs to her feet and grabs Kate and rolls her out of the ring and goes for a pin on Polly...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Adams: Cheeky attempt from Evie to capitalise on Polly being down and recovering from the armbar.

Polly kicks out, as she rolls away a little and shakes her arm, but it's only for a moment as Evie crawls over to Polly but Polly surprises Evie with a slap to the face, which Evie falls backwards on her ass holding her face in surprise, as Polly quickly crawls to the ropes and grabs them and pulls herself to her feet, as she again shakes her arm before turning and approaching Evie and grabs her by the hair pulling her up and once more slapping her face. Evie stumbles back and Polly follows up with a dropkick before dropping down and going for a pin...

Simone: Polly is showing why is she a former Bombshell champion and hungry to be back at the top.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: Incoming Kate!

Kate comes in and breaks the pin, as Kate climbs back to her feet and grabs Polly pulling her up to her feet and goes to throw her out of the ring, but Polly lands on the apron and quickly rushes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle, however, Kate turns to see Polly and charges to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle where they begin to trade shots as Evie who has recovered from the slaps to the face and the dropkick climb back to her feet and watches Polly and Kate trade shots for a moment, as Kate then grabs Polly's skirt waist and prepares for a Suplex. Evie rushes in and climbs under Kate and turns and grabs Kate and at the very same time, Kate suplexes Polly and Evie powerbombs Kate to the mat.

Simone: Kate is back in this match and tries to despatch Polly but doesn't and Polly lands on the apron and climbs the rope.

Adams: And bang!! Holy (Beep)!

Simone: I can only apologies for Jason's language... but it was a spectacular move.

The crowd stand to their feet and roar in approval of what just happened inside the ring. Kate, Polly and Evie all lay on the mat for a moment catching their breath, as the ref checks on all three ladies before standing back to what would unfold next. Evie who didn't suffer in the move crawls over to Polly first and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Thr... Kickout...

Adams: Evie goes for a pin on Polly... but somehow Polly kicks out and now Evie tries to do the same on Kate.

Polly kicks out, as Evie then moves to Kate and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Thr... Kickout...

Simone: and Kate kicks out as well... how is Kate and Polly still able to kick out?

Kate also kicks out, as Evie slaps the mat in frustration as she looks around at the ref and tells it was THREE! on both accounts but the ref indicates it was close but they both kicked out. Out of the corner of Evie's eyes, she spots Polly rolling out of the ring before turning her attention back to Kate and crawls to her and goes for another pin...

Adams: I think Evie is realising that she needs to do more.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Evie lets out a growl as she climbs to her feet and grabs Kate by the hair, pulling her up where she whips her into the corner and as Kate stumbles out, Evie grabs Kate around the waist and hits a belly to belly Suplex. Evie climbs back to her feet once more and stomps on Kate a few times before pulling her up again and then lead her to the turnbuckle, where she hoists her up onto the top turnbuckle before placing Kate onto her shoulders as she looks for the Toxic Maid. Moving to the centre of the ring she fails to see Polly entering back into the ring and Polly moves quickly and chop blocks Evie's knee and Evie crashes down to the mat, dropping Kate in the process.

Simone: Evie getting a little frustrated in this match as she focuses on taking Kate down and now looks finish this.

Adams: Polly is back in the ring and chop blocks Evie's knee, taking Evie down with Kate crashing to the mat.

Simone: that could end a career.

Evie screams out in pain as she rolls away holding her knee, but Polly is quickly back on Evie and grabs Evie by the leg dragging her to the centre of the ring before hitting an elbow drop to the knee that Polly had just chop blocked, Polly climbs back to her feet and does it again to Evie's knee, before dropping down and goes for a pin...

Adams: Polly begins her focus on Evie's knee and then attempts a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Polly shakes her head, as she stands to her feet and stomps on Evie a few times before hitting an elbow drop. Polly climbs back to her feet and this time she heads to the ropes and climbs to the middle rope, where she goes for the Perfect Play (Middle Rope Sommersault), however, Evie moves at the last moment and Polly crashes to the mat.

Simone: Which Evie kicks out... and Polly isn't too impressed and this time she looks to end this match but comes crashing down to the mat and not hitting Evie.

Evie rubs her sternum, as she grabs the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, where she hobbles over to Polly and kicks her out of the ring. Evie then hobbles over to Kate, who is beginning to recover and Evie grabs Kate and pulls her to feet. As Kate and Evie come face to face, Kate surprises Evie with a forearm smash, which Evie stumbles away. Kate then goes after Evie and grabs Evie but Evie surprises Kate with a forearm smash of her own and from their they trade shots back and forth.

Adams: Looks like Polly is out of this match now... and it's between Evie and Kate as they begin to trade shots.

The trading of shots continues for a few moments until Kate drives a knee into Evie's gut before hitting a leg sweep, which sends Evie down to the mat, Kate then quickly moves in and grabs Evie's injured leg as she attempts a Boston crab, but Evie using her free uninjured leg, she kicks out, which forces Kate to let go. Kate turns and comes back to Evie and grabs Evie pulling her up but Evie shoves her away and as Kate comes back at her, Evie hits a high elbow to Kate who stumbles away, Evie then moves in and grabs Kate hand and whips her into the turnbuckle and then following it up with a corner spear.

Simone: It's back and forth here between Kate and Evie... I'm not sure who want to win here.

Evie grabs Kate and lifts her up onto the turnbuckle and then lifts her up onto her shoulders, which she hobbles to the centre of the ring, where she hits the Toxic Maid (Air Raid) and goes for a pin...

Adams: Looks like it's Evie who wants to win.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Simone: And she does it.

Justin: Winner of this match.... Evie Baang!

Evie's music hits over the p.a, as the ref helps her to her feet and raises her hand in victory.

The cameras stay focused on the ring after Evie's victory over Polly Playtime and Kate Steele. Evie is smirking down at the two fallen Bombshell's before she yanks her hand away from the referees. Heading over towards the corner of the ring, the Australian calls for a microphone and Justin is quick to hand one over to her. Here theme cuts off the personal address system as Evie makes her way back into the centre of the ring. Her eyes were on the bodies of Kate and Polly before she turns to look up at the ramp way, smirking at the fact that a mob of SCW staff have already gathered in case something goes out of hand.

Adams: Looks like Hot Stuff is protecting his staff before something pops off?

Simone: Pops off?

Adams: I'm street, deal with it.

Evie smirks at the security at the top of the ramp before she runs her tongue across her dry yet deep blood red lips. Turning to look back down at the fallen Polly she makes her way over towards her, seeing the security flinch as she makes her moves. The Australian lets out a chuckle before she draws the microphone up towards her lips to speak.

Evie: Easy there puppets, I can promise you there will be no blood spilled today.

Adams: Yeah, nah, I don't believe her.

Simone: I don't think anyone does.

Evie steps towards Kate who is stirring on the canvas and the Australian looks down at her as if to pity her.

Evie: I hope you were watching Crystal... or Christina Rose... or absent champion, whatever name you're going by these days. For this is just a taste of what's to come your way.

Evie's attention shifts back up to the fans as she speaks looking down the lens of the camera.

Evie: Here's the thing little Miss Silver Screen Queen... I think you've confused yourself with what your biggest issue is in Sin City Wrestling right now, I see that your attention has been divided so let me remind you of whom you're facing at Summer Xtreme for your World Bombshell Championship. Believe it or not it's not Alexis Edwards, so please for the sake of us all, stop talking about her. Your obsession is endless and has no bounds, but trust me... the more you speak of her, the more you will end up like her. Ask Alexis, what it's like to face me? Ask Alexis what it's like to step inside a ring, surrounded with barbwire. Instead of trying to wake the dead Crystal, you should be trying to learn from them.

Evie looks at Polly and Kate who are stirring, below her.

Evie: Let the actions of others, show you your fate and know that regardless of how much you want to prove the world wrong this time round. The world will only deliver what everybody knows, you're weak, pathetic and the way to flip and flounder around will only cause you to drown in this sea of pretend that you live in. You think these fans support you? After everything you have done to them? After all the turns you have slapped them with. With all the back and forth you have pulled them through? They don't want to see you shine; they want to see what everyone else wants to see... a cancellation.

She turns at the sound of the fans cheering her, something she wasn't used to but something she wasn't going to play off. She hated them, they just happened to agree with her.

Evie: So continue to talk as if you're the mightiest champion of all, hell, steal the lines of Melody Grace if you want to. I mean, wasn't it her that said only weeks ago that every match she would be in would be for her championship? It's funny how the loudest ones, who claim to be independent, always seem to be the ones that flock together and herd like sheep. You're a follower Crystal, a weak incompetent follower and at Summer Xtreme, a new leader of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell division will be crowned, while the black sheep... will be tossed out, over ruled and thrown to pigs.

She walks around the ring a little before she decides to wrap this one up; her voice was harsh and cold from her accent making her point drive home.

Evie: It's time to come out of hiding little lamb, it's time to face your fate and this is your fate.

Evie points at Kate and Polly, before she drops the microphone letting it hit the canvas with a boom before her theme cracks on over the speakers and the Aussie makes her way towards the backstage area

Meanwhile, backstage, the cameras go to find Bad Boys members Giani Di Luca and Dax Beckett standing outside of the Men's Locker Room, a cigarette in between Dax's lips as he stands next to a "No Smoking" sign. A member of the venue's maintenance team walks by and stares at him. He lifts his sunglasses up from his face and squints his eyes at the maintenance man for a second, waiting for him to say something. When he doesn't, Dax takes a step forward and clears his throat.

Dax: You... uh...? See something you like? Are you staring at my tasty man bits?

Maintenance Man: No...? I'm just wondering if your sunglasses are making it hard to read signs.

Dax: Are you calling me illiterate? Are you saying that I don't know how to read signs, such as "No Smoking" or "KY Jelly Doesn't Go on Peanut Butter Sandwiches"? I can read those signs, but I don't give a fuck, and I do what I want! Fuck outta here, bruh...

The maintenance man just stares at Dax for a moment until Dax flicks his cigarette on the ground and lunges at him in a playful, yet menacing manner. The maintenance man pushes his cart away as he mutters something under his breath. Dax starts to go after him, but Giani holds him back with surprisingly little effort.

Giani: C'mon, bro. We got a date with the ring right now. People's gotta hear what we got's to say.

Dax: Fuck that ring right now! None of those fans deserve to see us up close and personal. They don't deserve to see all this sexy in one ring. They don't get to see the Bad Boys give yet another epic ring promo. Instead, they get to see us back here where they all want to be, laughing at Steve Ramone before he goes out to the ring to embarrass himself rather than waiting to do it when he steps inside of the ring.

Giani: Truer words ain't been spoken in a long time, dawg. And since Kris Halich is hostin' this show, he don't deserve to feature us at our best. The fuckin' Roulette Champion gets to host a show? What kinda sense does that make? I held that title, plus the tag AND World... somethin' the kid ain't never gonna hold.

Dax: Fuck you! Don't make fun of our host like that. It's totally unnecessary. He does a good enough job of doing that on his own. Besides, after what Mickey just did a bit ago, we're never going to hear the end of that shit. Fucking embarrassing, and you know Kris REACHER is going to do what he does best and REACH! Reach around and tug that little bit to get a couple cheap pops on Twitter later tonight. Thanks for that, Mickey. Plus now? The entire world knows he's got a hardon for Ben Jordan. He's got a tiny soft spot deep down... in his asshole, for that crippled piece of Cockney crap!

Giani begins laughing at Dax as he goes on and on. He holds a hand up to stop Dax, while also trying to stop his laughter. He crashes into Dax, hugging onto him as he tries to gain control of the situation. He finally leans off of Dax as he catches his breath.

Giani: Naw, naw... waitaminute there, kid. Let me capitalize on this thunder so that Kris is seen as, not a scene stealer, but a swagger jacker. Here's my impression of Mickey. You ready?

Dax: Oh, I'm ready, bruh! Let's see how you do with impressions.

Giani gets down on one knee as he holds his fingers up in front of him. He eyeballs Dax, and uses him to measure the proper height before he begins gently twisting and cupping.

Giani: Oh me gawd, Benny boyo. Lemme cradle yer bollocks to make up fer what me Yankee husbands did to yer arse. Please don't hold it against me, mate... love! I'm sorry! No, no! Please don't yank yer fuckin' bawls from me ?ands. At least let me kiss the right! THE RIGHT! I LOVE YE BEN! I WANNA CARRY YER CHILDREN! YE GAVE ME ME FIRST WET DREAM!!! COME BACK!!! LOVE ME, BEN!!! LOVE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Giani falls to the ground, pretending to cry his eyes out as he furiously pounds at the mat. Meanwhile, Dax nearly doubles over as he laughs like a hyena at this display. They cause a commotion as a stagehand comes out of the locker room to let the participants of the next match know that their time is close. They nearly trip over Dax, who would explode on them if he weren't so hysterical with laughter. Giani looks up at the ceiling, and in very dramatic fashion, he continues wailing and pleading with God in a hysterical fashion.

Dax: Holy fuck! That was like spot on shit right there, bruh! Half way through, I was like... "MICKEY! When did you get here?!" It's like "The Academy Award goes to... GIANI DI LUCA!!!" You should be an actor, sir!

Giani: BENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!! Okay, I'm done. But yeah, it was freakin' embarrassing. Mickey is lucky that we like him enough not to throw him to the fuckin' wolves for that shit.

Dax: Holly was right, though. Just because we went with the moment and switched targets, doesn't mean that he can blame it all on us. If he felt that strongly about it, he could have literally done fucking anything. He could have said something, or tried to stop us. But no. Instead, he stood there like a fucking pussy ass deer in headlights like...

Dax freezes, and widens his eyes as he gently shakes. He pretends to be scared and stunned as he looks around with a dumbfounded look on his face. Giani points and laughs.

Giani: Ya bein' too nice to him. He looked way more clueless when he just stood there and watched us bash his best friend over the freakin' head with two chairs. He didn't say shit until we set it off on Twitter. If anything, he owes us an apology for snappin' at us when all we did was showed him that his friend ain't nothin' but a guy who used to keep him around as muscle, and nothin' more. He needs to focus more on what he's got at home instead of what he can't ever have...

Giani looks right at Dax, who laughs. However, Giani is being very serious as if to tell Dax something more than what his words are saying. It goes over Dax's head as he pretends to understand despite his actions saying otherwise.

Dax: I know we didn't bust his balls nearly hard enough in front of the cameras, but should we just go ahead and bail him out of the security office?

Giani: Nah, let him sit and think about what I just said. Let him stew in it for a few more minutes, bro.

Giani nods his head, waiting for Dax to pick up on something, but finally gives up. He rubs the bridge of his nose as the two begin walking off.

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The feed cuts to the back for a final time where the party is in full effect from the roster members joining after competing earlier in the night. In the center of the frame is Stoner, making his rounds and attempting to talk to the guests. From behind him, breathing heavily having finally lost Despayre in his mad sprint through the arena, Kris hops over the gate, without opening it, just to spite the two large individuals manning the entrance. As he crosses to Stoner, he snaps his fingers at one of the crew members and is thrown a towel that he catches without breaking his stride. He wipes away the sweat from his face as he gets to Stoner's side.

Kris: "You know, I got one more for you. It's a career night for you tonight sir."

Stoner wheels around in Kris' direction, being caught off guard by him.

Scott Oliver: "Why are you out of breath?"

Kris takes a deep breath, exhaling slowly and finally being able to catch his breath.

Kris: "You know, for a guy that hasn't competed in a while Despy is all kinds of in shape still. I don't have much time. He could be anywhere. Now I know how people felt in Vietnam."

Scott Oliver: "Despayre is not Asian though."

Kris waves the comment away.

Kris: "Irrelevant."

Stoner tries to search any of the comments for what could be considered a "scoop" of any kind but seems more lost than anything.

Kris: "That's not the important part. The important part was all the running, hiding, and crying in closets gave me time to think. The Mean Girls. This numbers advantage thing that they have perfected over the last few years is annoying and played out. I'm tired of the attacks. I think everyone buying tickets might be too."

Scott Oliver: "So what are you saying?"

Kris: "I'm saying if Jessie Salco fails to beat Chelsea Payne for the Roulette Championship, she's going to be involved in a six woman tag team match at Summer XXXtreme. Devona and the Metal and Punk Connection against The Mean Girls. Let's see what happens when the playing field is level."

Stoner nods in approval, and goes to move along to spread the news.

Kris: "But let's make it a little more fun. For shits and giggles let's make it a---"

His attention is pulled away from Stoner as Mikah walks past them, a drink in one hand and her Ray Bans in her other hand. Just as she passes one of the fake palm trees, it snags the tie of her strapless bikini top and her eyes widen as the tree comes crashing down, taking her top with it. Instead of finishing his thought, Kris leaps forward as the camera turns to see what the commotion is, taking the towel off of his shoulder and wrapping it around her. The whole exchange happens so quickly that the top gets pinned to her midsection under the towel. Without allowing her time to protest, Kris holds the towel against her back with one arm, bending down to sweep her legs out from under her with the other and taking the few short steps into the catering tent away from the guests and cameras. Stoner looks around confused, and the party seems to stop for a few seconds while people try to figure out what happened. Not seeing anything but Stoner next to a turned over palm tree, they go back to their conversations. The camera hands awkwardly on Stoner, who hangs his head, and makes his exit as the feed cuts away.

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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 Rage steps out from behind the curtain, with Kittie by his side.

Simone: It looks like Rage wasn't lying yesterday when he tweeted out he would be at the show tonight, but I wonder what he has to say.

Adams: I don't know, but it should be scary! Wait...does he look a little different to you?

Simone: Physically, no, Jason. But he appears a lot calmer than usual.

Rage's usual angry glare has disappeared from his face as he and Kittie start walking their way to the ring. They receive a mixed reaction from the crowd, though Rage ignores it for now as he is focused solely on the ring. Once they make it to the ring, Kittie walks up the steel steps, while Rage pulls himself up to the ring apron and then steps over the top rope. He then puts his foot on the bottom rope, and pushes it down as he lifts up the second rope, allowing Kittie to enter the ring.

Simone: Well that was...nice of him.

Adams: Rage? Nice? That's a bit of an oxymoron!

Simone: That's quite a big word for you to use, Jason.

Adams: I know, right?! Do I get a cookie?!

Simone: ....no.

Rage walks across the ring as Kittie stands in the center, and he asks for a microphone, which Justin hands to him a few seconds later. His music dies down as he walks back over to Kittie, standing next to her. The crowd quiets down, quietly wondering just what Rage has to say. He looks around the crowd for a few moments, deciding how he wants to say what is on his mind, before he finally brings the microphone up to speak.

Rage: I gotta be honest with all of you right now. Hell, I gotta be honest with myself, which I guess is why I'm out here. For as long as I can remember, every decision I've ever made has been driven by one huge factor. A factor I've never been one to hide, as you all have seen from my time in SCW over the past five years.

The crowd talks in hushed voices, wondering what Rage is talking about. Kittie stands by him, quietly, letting her man speak.

Simone: I'm not sure what is going on here, but I have a weird feeling about all of this.

Adams: You and me both, sister! I think he's going to go Fifty Shades of Ape Sh--

Simone: Jason!

After pausing for a few seconds, Rage brings the microphone back up to continue speaking.

Rage: Anger. Unadulterated blood-boiling rage...That is what fueled me for so long. Sometimes it got me places. I won't lie and say that it didn't help lead me to the success I've achieved in my career, but I also can't say that it didn't cause me a lot of unnecessary bullshit throughout the years either.

Simone: Why is he talking about it in the past tense?

Rage runs his hand over his head and lowers his head for a moment. He takes in a deep breath and almost hesitates in continuing but Kittie places a reassuring hand on his back and it apparently gives him the courage that he needs.

Rage: I gotta admit, over the past few weeks, I've considered calling it quits. And for good reason. I was pretty damn close to calling Mark and Christian and walking away because I felt that I had done all that I could do. I mean, I'm a three time World Heavyweight Champion. A two time Tag team Champion. A two time Internet Champion. And, sure, all those title reigns might not be as long and successful as say J2H holding the World Heavyweight title for over a year, but they've all meant something to me. And they've all meant something to at least one other person...

Rage against hesitates as he lowers the microphone, taking another moment to gather his thoughts. He squeezes the microphone in his hand, growing visibly upset.

Adams: What did I tell you?! He's losing it!

Simone: I...really don't think he is.

Rage: I'm not quitting! Do you hear me?! I'm not giving up! I don't care what it takes. I don't care how long it takes...I'll make my way back up to the top. And I'll make something of it this time, because this time..I've got something much more important motivating me and I'm not going to let her down.

The crowd starts chattering louder this time.

Simone: I...imagine he means this new found daughter we are hearing about...

Adams: Rage has a daughter?!

Simone: Weren't you watching earlier, Jason?! Geez....

Rage: As of right now...from this moment on...Rage is no more. He's gone and he's never coming back. That part of me is simply no more.

He looks around the crowd as they all get eerily quiet and with one more reassuring pat from Kittie, he lifts the microphone one more time.

Rage: From now on you can all call me by who I really am. I am...Jake.

He then tosses the microphone down without another word as he takes Kittie by the hand again and leads her over towards the ropes. They exit the ring the same way they entered, and they make their way backstage as the crowd remains in a stunned silence.

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Minutes before the main event of the evening, the unusually quiet J2H leans against a wall backstage, dressed in his wrestling clothes and holding the SCW World championship over his shoulder, Ms. Rocky Mountains walks past him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You've been quiet tonight J, are you ok?

J2H snaps his head around to face the reporter, his eyes narrowed as he looks at her.

J2H: What? A guy can't be quiet just one time at an SCW show without it being questioned? Miracles do happen you know, you should have worked that out when Crystal Millar actually showed up!

Some of the fans laugh at this comment.

J2H: Miracle that she remembered people called her the worst champion known in the history of SCW being as she don't know if she's meant to be a good person or a bad person anymore. I can talk about her telling me to keep my nose out of her business, I can talk about her not being a leader, but like most of the male population already has done, fuck her, not worth the time. Have you bothered Steve Ramone for being more quiet than usual? No. I got what I wanted.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What was that?

J2H: My title vs title match with the also quiet Lord Raab. Did you bother him to be noisy? No, you never. I still got things to torture that ape with but right now, I got to focus on what's about to happen next.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Your match with Tuscini?

J2H rolls his eyes.

J2H: Well aren't you a little genius tonight. Yes my match with Tuscini! The man is deluded if he thinks he can get my belt away from me. The man has had too many roulette matches, getting hit with weapons and shit if he honestly believes he stands a chance against me. The guy has zero, and I mean zero sense. These people should be thanking me for this match, because it brings an end to this circus that this show has been. If they give the Roulette champion this for his birthday, they might as well give me the company for mine, but I do have a little present for Kris Halc, and that's taking his little rival Tuscini and making him the latest victim to fall at my feet. Don't worry Tuscini, you can take comfort in the fact that you would have been beaten by a man who is not long away from becoming a double champion.

J2H walks away from the camera and towards the curtain as the camera switches back to the arena.

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We see James Tuscini, along with his Uncle-Manager Pinky del Ferrando and Dmitri, in the hallway in the backstage area walking toward the entrance area. James is in his wrestling attire ready for his match with J2H. Pinky is wearing a black business suit with white shirt and red power tie. Dmitri is wearing his trademarked black leather pants with matching boots, a belt with a demon skull as the belt buckle, and a white blouse that has the top buttons open.

James: Thanks for your support. I was surprised when I received the announcement that J2H requested me as an opponent and offered to put the World Title Belt on the line. J2H didn't have to do that. Management didn't force him to do that. So I consider it an honor to be in this position. Here's the deal. Pinky you are always at ringside with me to lend support and to keep people from interfering in the match. That's what I want you to do. Under no circumstances are you to initiate any type of interference because when I win this match, and the World Championship, I don't want anyone claiming the only reason I was able to do that was because you interfered in the match to cause J2H to lose.

Pinky: You know I've never instigated interference in any of your matches and I'm not starting with this match. I know what my job at ringside is and I'll stay out of your match with the exception of stopping someone from interfering in the match.

James: Dmitri you're my closest friend after my Uncle Pinky. I realize that J2H interfered in your match against Lord Raab for the Internet Championship and it was a travesty. However I don't want you to get revenge by interfering in my match tonight. No matter how you feel about J2H, no matter how upset you are at being screwed out of the Internet Title Belt by J2H, I want you to remain backstage and not come to ringside. I have to make sure there is no enticement for you to interfere in my match. The only exception would be if there are so many people running to the ring to interfere in the match that Pinky needs help to fend them off then make an appearance and take some people out.

Dmitri: Although I prefer to be at ringside standing beside Pinky I'll honor your request. I'll be watching the match and if I need to come down to help Pinky kick some ass then I'll be there in a flash.

James: I hope you can hear me James. For me our match tonight is more than who ends up holding bragging rights in Sin City Wrestling. Maybe you hate me and everyone else on the Roster and that's your right to feel that way. Although I've mentioned this before I'll do so again so the world knows where I stand. I admire and support you, Rage, and Steve Ramone, as you three are wrestlers I admire for your accomplishments, your aggressiveness, and your ability to take the hits and dish them out. Whether I admire you to the ends of the Universe is not relevant to our match tonight. I again thank you for offering me this opportunity and I'll do everything in my power to prove to everyone that I'm World Champion quality. You've also heard me state whether I win or lose, that as long as I perform as 100 percent, and there's no interference or cheating in the match, I can hold my head high knowing I continue to respect and honor the sport of wrestling. You gave me this opportunity to face off against you for the World Championship and I'll not disappoint you. I sincerely wish you the best in our match and however the match turns out so be it. Pinky...Dmitri...in a short time you will see history made.

As the three approach the hallway where the entrance area is located Dmitri holds back to honor the request of James Tuscini to not make the entrance with him and Pinky. We watch as James and Pinky continue down the hallway toward the entrance area.

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Simone: It's time for our Main Event and it's a big ONE! as J2H defends the SCW World Heavyweight Championship against two time SCW Roulette Champion James Tuscini!

Adams: James has been turning heads in SCW since he made his debut last year and whilst he does only have the Roulette Title Reigns to his name he should be a worthy challenger to J2H and you can bet that everyone in the back who has their eyes on the belt is watching this ONE! closely!

Simone: Especially Lord Raab who won the right to challenge J2H for the title at Summer XXXTreme when he and Evie Baang won the Blast from the Past Tournament! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event of the evening! And it is for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship!

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

Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Duluth, Georgia he weighs in at 240ibs this is "The Italian Dragon" James Tuscini!

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.

Simone: James is looking confident going into this match!

Adams: He has every right to be! After all, it wasn't that long ago when Jeremiah Hardin and Polly Playtime shocked the wrestling world by winning their respective divisions top titles so anything can happen once that bell rings!

Justin: And his opponent!

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 with Austin Parker.

Justin: Being Accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker. From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy-five pounds, he is the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, he is J2H!

Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. 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, stepping up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to his opponent, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Simone: Normally it would be the challenger who would be at a disadvantage here but James is 65ibs heavier than J2H!

Adams: Then again J2H has defended the title against Rage and he makes J2H look like a newborn baby by comparison!

Jasmine orders the two men to meet in the middle of the ring so that she can explain the rules to them, once the two men nod to confirm that they understand J2H holds up the title briefly whilst doing some trash talk to James before handing the title over to Jasmine who holds it high above her head for a few seconds before going over to the ring ropes to hand it to a stage hand, however no sooner than she turned her back on the two men does J2H throw a cheap shot at James who wastes no time in returning the favor escalating things into a brawl which prompts Jasmine to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And tonight's Main Event is underway!

Adams: Grab some popcorn folks because this is going to be a wild ride!

At first Jasmine tries to restore order to the match but it's no use as the two men go at it with reckless abandon with fists flying all over the place, after a few minutes J2H is backed up to the ropes and James backs up before clotheslining J2H to the outside of the ring and James doesn't even wait for Jasmine to start counting J2H out before he gives chase! Once he is out of the ring James grabs J2H by the head and rams it into the apron a couple of times before hitting him with a clothesline for good measure!

Simone: James is really taking the fight to J2H here!

Adams: He'd better watch out though! J2H's bodyguard and Austin are on their way!

As James rolls J2H back into the ring (breaking Jasmine's ten count at the count of five in the process) Austin and Simpson make their move only for Pinky to hold them off by threatening them with the chair that he was sitting on just a moment ago! The TWO! men back off whilst in the ring James goes for the first cover of the match

ONE!

TWO!

And J2H kicks out at the count of two!!

Simone: We almost had a new champion in record time!

Adams: And I'd love to be a fly on the wall for when Steve Ramone reacts to that considering his history with James!

James shakes his head in disappointment at not getting the job done before picking up J2H only for the champ to gouge at the challenger's eyes sending him stumbling back and before Jasmine can admonish him for the blatant cheating J2H gets up on James's shoulders and executes an Huricanrana! This time it's J2H's turn to go for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And James kicks out! Rather than pick up James immediately though J2H starts stomping a mudhole in James before stepping on his head and scraping his eyes a move that makes Jasmine warn him but it's clear that J2H could care less.

Simone: Why should J2H care about the rules? He won't lose the title on a DQ.

Adams: If he did James would've hit him with the belt as soon as the bell rung!

J2H does a couple of more moves, namely a straight kick to the spine and a double knee drop, before picking up James and whipping him over to the far corner where he goes for a charging to James's face only for the challenger to duck out of the way at the last second causing J2H to land knee first onto the turnbuckle, seeing this James grabs J2H by the knee and executes an elevated knee breaker and then follows that up with a leg lock submission.

Simone: And now the challengers in control!

Adams: This is bad news for J2H as one of his finishers is a jumping kick and one of his signatures is a Frog Splash!

J2H screams out in pain but refuses to give up the match instead trying to break the hold by punching away at James, however this doesn't work and as soon as J2H realizes this he changes tactics by countering the leg lock into a roll up.

ONE!

TWO!

And James kicks out letting go off J2H's leg in the process, however it becomes clear that James's submission work has paid off as J2H is visibly limping and James tries to go in for the kill by tripping up J2H and locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab by grabbing J2H's bad leg but J2H manages to resist the takeover attempt and goes for an enziguri only for James to duck, realizing what's about to happen J2H quickly bails from the ring hoping to slow down James momentum.

Simone: J2H most likely came into this match expecting an easy defense but that has backfired big time!

Adams: And now J2H is consulting with Austin and Simpson! Wait, what's James doing?!

Indeed, to the surprise of everyone James, who is not a high flyer, climbs up to the top rope and waits for J2H and his entourage to turn around, when they do James leaps from the top rope and hits all three men with a diving cross body flattening them all and bringing the crowd to their feet! James picks up J2H and rolls him back into the ring where he goes for a cover

ONE!

TWO!

And J2H kicks out just barely in the nick of time!

Simone: James almost won his first world championship and who'd have thought that he'd do it with a crossbody to the outside from the top rope?!

Adams: That's how much winning the title means to James, he's willing to go outside of his comfort zone to win the title!

James picks up J2H only to be hit with a kick to gut as J2H sets him up for a flip piledriver, however the strength difference between the two men becomes apparent as J2H can't even pick James up for the move much less get him off his feet and James is able to fight out of it before delivering a kick to the gut himself and hitting the champion with a traditional Piledriver in the middle of the ring! By this point Austin and Simpson have recovered on the outside as James goes for a cover

ONE!

TWO!

And Austin gets on the apron just in time to distract the ref!

Simone: Austin Parker may have just saved J2H's title reign!

Adams: And neither James or Jasmine are all that happy about it!

Jasmine is the only one to do anything about it as she tries to use her power as the ref to force Austin off the apron whilst James picks up J2H only for the champion to low blow him! The crowd are booing J2H like crazy but J2H couldn't give a shit as he goes behind James and restrains him whilst James calls out to Simpson. Simpson enters the ring with a chair in hand, James barking out orders. he charges at James ready to cave his skull in....... only for James to duck at the last second and for the chair shot to hit J2H!

Simone: J2H's scheme has just backfired in the worst way possible and now we might have a new champ!

Adams: Look at the look on Simpson's and Austin's faces! They look like they've seen a ghost!

James goes for a cover hooking both legs for equal measure!

ONE!

TWO!

J2H KICKS OUT!

Simone: I can't believe it! J2H looked completely out of it and James had both legs hooked including the bad one!

Adams: It had to be instinct! There's no other way! And now James is calling for his finisher!

James sits there is shock with his jaw firmly planted in the ground but none the less he calls for the Demon Monster Chokesalm and drags J2H's barely conscious body over to the nearest turnbuckle, however no soonerr has James reached the top rope has J2H sprung to life and fights his way out of the chokehold and goes for a Superplex only for James to push him off! James then goes for another cross body..........

Simone: THE GOLD STANDARD! J2H just shot James out of the air with his finisher!

Adams: Stick a fork in James, he's done!

J2H goes for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!!!!!

DING DING DING!

Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL SCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION J2H!!!!!!!!!!!

Simone: What a match and if this doesn't solidify James's status as a future world champion I don't know what will!

Adams: Lord Raab will just have to do that much better if he hopes to dethrone J2H at Summer XXXTreme!

Simone: What a match, what a night, J2H is STILL the heavyweight champion. That is all we have time for, so join us next week as we roll closer towards the supercard.

J2H celebrates in the ring, holding up the title in the air. He points to a sign in the stands with the word Summer XXXTreme V written on it as the show end.`

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Thank you! To Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, Gerrit, Polly, Dustin, Jenny, Andy, Kris, Erik, Mercedes, Annie, Eyesnsane, Britt, Calvin Harris, Marge, Chelsea, Court. Also thanks again to Annie for the match banners, for everyone who roleplayed and from all of us here, Happy Birthday Kris Halc!