Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Pinky Del Ferrando...

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

Justin: From Duluth, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is James Tuscini!

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

Justin: And his opponent...

Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit's the ring.

Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is Jon Dough!

He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as the two men circle each other, seizing each other out before locking arms for the very first time this match. The bigger and heavier Tuscini gets the edge over Dough when he grabs him in a side headlock and whips him over his hip to the ground while holding on to the headlock. Jon Dough manages to get to his knees again and quickly attempts to get to his feet. There he pushes Tuscini in the ropes, but gets dropped down to the canvas as Tuscini wins the battle of the shoulder block. There Tuscini grabs the legs from Dough as he sets him up for the figure four leg lock, but Dough manages to reach for the ropes. Forcing Patton to tell Tuscini to let go off the old. James Tuscini grins as he backs off, turning his attention towards his tag team partner as he tells Dmitri that he has the match in the bag.

Simone: It's still early in the match, you haven't won anything

Adams: Indeed, but I'm sure that Tuscini has something up his sleeve!!

Dough gets to his feet, stares at Tuscini. Who wants to attempt a test of strength with Dough. Extending his hand up in the air and waits for the answer of his opponent. Hesitantly accepting the offer, where suddenly Tuscini kicks him in the midsection just at the moment that Dough extends his hand. Forcing him to drop to the ground while Tuscini has him down with one hand. Slapping the face with his other to anger and insult his opponent who tries to get back to one knee. Using the cheers from the fans as he slowly gets back to his feet and surprises Tuscini as he reverses the grip that he had on Dough in a Hammerlock behind Tuscini's back. Tuscini tries to reach behind him, but Dough leans his head back between the shoulder blades. Making it impossible for Tuscini to reach him. Dough grabs Tuscini by the head from behind and drops his neck across the knee as that causes him to snap his neck off the knee of Dough before Jon Dough goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Tuscini manages to kick out at two, holding his neck as Dough places his hands around the chin and pulls back on it while driving his knee in the back of his neck and pulls hard on the chin. Putting more and more pressure on the painful neck of Tuscini, who is trying to free the grip around his chin.

Adams: Nice way for Jon Dough to have countered the hold that Tuscini had on him.

Tuscini is arguing with Drew Patton that Dough pulled his hair, Patton looks at Dough who is shaking his head and saying that it isn't so. Causing Patton to be unable to do anything because he didn't saw what Tuscini was claiming. We can see Tuscini trying to get back to his feet, slowly rising to a knee and then another. Forcing Dough to let go off the hold as he pulls him up to his feet and whips him in the ropes. There he sets Tuscini up for a clothesline and drops the former Roulette champion hard. He goes for the cover as Patton goes for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Again Tuscini manages to kick out at the count of two, he slowly gets up as Dough runs to the ropes and comes off with a kick to the spine of Tuscini before lifting him up to his feet. He sets him up for his Fameasser as he runs to the ropes. When he wants to come off the ropes it is Dmitri that stops him by grabbing on to his ankle, forcing Jon Dough to stop and turn his attention towards Dmitri as this gives Tuscini time to get to his feet. Patton turns his attention, not knowing what happened as Dough is warning the former Internet champion as Eyesnsane turns around the corner and wants to confront Dmitri. Only to be stopped by a warning from Patton when suddenly from behind Tuscini low blows Jon Dough in the middle of the ring.

Simone: Oh come on!!!

Adams: The ref didn't see it Belinda, so he can't disqualify Tuscini!!

Tuscini goes for the cover, while Patton is still communicating with both Eyesnsane and Dmitri before turning his attention back in the ring and quickly goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Dough manages to get his shoulder up in time, still in pain from the low blow that he endured by Tuscini as Tuscini grabs both legs and spreads them as he stands over him and delivers a headbutt to the lower region of the midsection of Dough before pulling him up to his feet and whips him in the ropes, there he catches Dough and delivers an inverted Atomic Drop. Then he goes to the ropes and comes off with a running clothesline before going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

Somehow Dough manages to kick out to much of the shock of James Tuscini, on the outside we see Dmitri getting in the face of Eyesnsane. Both men are still arguing over what happened earlier in the match as Dmitri suddenly gets surprised by a right hand from Eyesnsane. Causing the vampire to grab his chin and feels the effect of the blow before grabbing Eyesnsane by the throat and whips him in the barricades before going for a clothesline. But Eyesnsane manages to duck and hiptosses Dmitri over the guardrail into the crowd, this causes the crowd to go wild from excitement. This causes James Tuscini to be distracted from what just happened and takes his eyes off Dough as he gets to the outside of the ring and follows Eyesnsane to help his tag team partner.

Simone: James needs to focus on his match!! Or else he will be counted out!!

Adams: you are right!! And Patton is already at the count of three!!

Tuscini grabs Eyesnsane from behind as he didn't know that Tuscini was behind him. We see Dmitri get back up and sees that Tuscini is holding on to Eyesnsane as he grins and gets over the security railing. At this moment we are at the count of six as Dmitri goes for a big boot. But just as he wants to connect it with Eyesnsane, he hits Tuscini as Eyesnsane gets out of the way. Dmitri is irate as he wants to help Tuscini but Eyesnsane stops him.

EIGHT!

NINE!

Somehow Tuscini managed to roll back in the ring just before the count of ten, breaking the ten count in the nearest of margins as the fans can't believe it. Dough has gotten back to his feet and grabs Tuscini by the head and lifts him up, he then puts him up in his signature move

Adams: Dough Drop!!

Just as he hits the move and goes for the cover the lights go out and we hear a chair shot from somewhere in the arena as we can't see anything.

Simone: What the??

Adams: Did someone just pull out an electricity cable???

The Titan tron suddenly opens up when we see two figures standing there in the back, the same two figures that attacked the Members of the Elders last week. A spotlight can be seen on Jon Dough in the middle of the ring, staring at the two figures as he is demanding them to come on down the ring and face him.

Figure one: I heard you fools thought that we are the Bad Boys?? I heard you fools assume that we are anyone except those who are the nearest and dearest to your hearts.

Adams: What the??

Figure one: Well I am not so sure about near to your hearts..., but rest assured Jon... we are near... VERY NEAR!!

Suddenly the lights go out once more and we hear a big time crash in the middle of the ring, when the lights come back on we see both James Tuscini and Dmitri in the ring. Jon Dough is unconscious in the middle of the ring, while Eyesnsane is on the outside with a chair next to him, clearly he was the one that got a chairshot blasted across the face. James Tuscini goes for the cover as Dmitri gets to his corner and demands Patton to count to three

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Patton calls for the bell as he reluctantly raises the arm of the member of the Unholy Alliance.

Simone: But who are these two men that are on the titan tron???

Suddenly the two men are gone on the titan tron as Dmitri grabs the microphone and laughs while staring down at the beaten down and defeated Jon Dough.

Dmitri: You still think it was the bad boys Jon?? You still think that it was someone else except me and James here???

Adams: OH GOD NO!! It was the Unholy Alliance!!

Simone: But why??

Dmitri: For TOO LONG!! Have we been off the radar when it came down to tag team wrestling, not ignoring the defeats and matches that we did have. But there is only one team that is meant to destroy people, and me and James have had a long hard talk. And we had agreed that we are going to take measures in our own hands.... And you boys?? You are just the beginning!!

Dmitri hands the microphone to James Tuscini, but before that he could talk to them it is Eyesnsane that runs into the ring with the chair and tries to hit both of them, but both Dmitri and Tuscini escape the ring as we see Eyesnsane stare them down as slowly Jon Dough gets back to his feet.

Simone: Summer XXXtreme is just getting more and more XXXtreme!!!

On the screen out in the arena, an image of a decent sized cage can be seen. There is no one around, but all we can see is that the person holding the recording device being used is not able to keep it steady. After a few moments we can hear giggling and then the recording device swings around, to reveal Polly Playtime, in her trademark pink skirt and pink strapless tube top with paw prints on it.

She holds her iPhone with her left hand and then swings the door to the cage open with her right, before willingly stepping inside. She also willingly closes the door. Through the bars she slips her iPhone through and records herself behind the bars, before offering up the explanation that is on her mind.

Polly: "Hey, Mikah, pretty soon there will be an all-important alliteration attached to your own name. Because after the rest of us disembark off the Princess Cruise on the heels of Summer XXXtreme, you will be Meaningless Mikah. Why is this you ask? Oh, it's simple. You see, cages are my second home. I LOVE being inside them, because I know that whenever I am in one, I will have a helpless opponent locked inside along with me, a helpless opponent that will end up taking a beating from me! I may be small, and you may just scoff and laugh and throw pointless repetitive insults at me, but at Summer XXXtreme, none of that will matter. I have been in a cage here in Sin City Wrestling before. Everyone knows who my unfortunate opponent was, and she got destroyed. The same fate awaits you at Summer XXXtreme."

Polly pauses as she now slowly sits down on the floor inside the cage that is in the room. She holds the iPhone up as far as she can outside the bars, and has it looking down right at her, as she now sits Indian-style.

Polly: "Since you seem to want to play the talking game, I invite you into my playpen, that being the Hell In A Cell cage. This is not the real thing, but you need to be reminded that you are not going to last around here forever. That cage, it is going to be the beginning of the end for you. Inside it I WILL take the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship from you, as the pure accident Kris Halc watches on. On the Cruise, that is just the tip of the iceberg, but you will getting far more than just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what I can do! This time is already different Mikah, and you know it. I watched yours and Kris's...er... Kris's and your talk show, and I can already sense it. You are scared. You are just trying to hide it, much like how you try to hide from defending the Bombshell Internet Championship against anyone and everyone. You are also just trying to dismiss me and laugh, but you should know better."

Another brief pauses follows, before Polly delves back in.

Polly: "Mr. Halc should too. He is only mad at me due to one loss, when in the end, things worked out for the both of us. We have both gained the notoriety that we wanted, so he shouldn't be so mad. But that's a whatever, if he wants to hold hatred towards me, he will find out the hard way that he is missing with the wrong girl. I offered the olive branch, but since he doesn't want it, if he does one wrong thing against me, he will get exactly what he deserves. But first, it's you that needs to be humbled, you that needs to be humiliated, and you that needs to have EVERYTHING taken away from you! You are the one that most desperately needs to hear the words YOU LOST yelled right into your ear. Tonight, in the grand scheme of things, is only just the beginning. Summer XXXtreme is the night that will lead to your end Mikah."

Polly grins and flashes her teeth before closing her eyes and moaning. Then on the screen is nothing.

Simone: "Okay, that was a scary and blunt message, all rolled into one."

Adams: "I agree. It will be Polly's second Hell In A Cell match here in Sin City Wrestling, but something tells me after that, that she is XXXTREAMLY knowledgeable when it comes to competing inside cages. This might be the one time where Mikah might be at a disadvantage."

Simone: "We will find out if that is so out on the high seas. For right now, I'm actually creeped out."

The scene opens to a familiar site backstage at Climax Control where we see SCW's resident metalhead and Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco sitting on a crate backstage and listening to a new metal album that she's gotten this week, in this case it's the new Dying Fetus album "Wrong One to Fuck With".

Simone: Last week's Climax Control was filled with controversy for that young lady! First her stable's theme music played during Mercedes Vargas's match against Mikah which ultimately cost Mercedes the match and then Jessie took advantage of the Roulette Rules stipulation to win her third Roulette Title!

Adams: Which she is set to defend at Summer XXXtreme in three weeks' time! And you can bet good money that Chelsea Payne will be first in line for a shot!

The album ends and rather than play another album Jessie turns to the camera.

Jessie: The album I just played is called "Wrong One to Fuck With" by the Technical Death Metal Band Dying Fetus and when Chelsea gets her rematch for this she'll find out why I'm the wrong one to fuck with the hard way!

Jessie says as she hoists the title over her shoulder.

Jessie: Don't get me wrong, kicking Mean Girl ass will never get old but the same can be said for winning titles and I did just that last week! Oh sure, your buddies can make excuses for you all they want Chelsea but at the end of the night I outsmarted you and I'm sure you're already asking for another shot as I speak but it's like I said on Twitter, I'm a fighting champion and if you want to get humiliated at your first Summer XXXtreme in three weeks' time go ahead and cash in your title opportunity! We'll see how badly it ends for you as when I beat you at Summer XXXtreme Chelsea I'll have already beaten your first reign's length and broken any hope you had of winning the title as long as I'm champ!

Jessie adds before smirking.

Jessie: Speaking of Broken Hope, that's the next band on my playlist! See you at Summer XXXtreme Chelsea and I hope you bring some sun tan lotion because, as you demonstrated last week, you can't handle the heat of being a champion!

Jessie starts playing "Mutilated and Assimilated" by Broken Hope as the scene fades.

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

Lights begin to flicker as a video package starts playing on the large screen. Murmurs from the crowd begin to surface when the opening riff from "Bad Girls" starts to come over the PA system. A slight infliction comes out of the audience when Belinda Warwick steps through the curtain with her new tag partner Jordan Monroe and her sister Kirsten Valhalla. Belinda stands on the stage as the crowd is going absolutely crazy.

Justin: Making her way down the aisle being accompanied by Jordan Monroe and Kirsten Valhalla, she is one half of The Boss Ladies. From Vancouver, Canada, she stands 5 feet 11 inches tall, please welcome Belinda Warwick.

The three ladies slowly make their way down the ramp as the crowd is going nuts. Kirsten Valhalla and Jordan both slide into the ring as Belinda grabs a hold of the middle ropes and pulls herself up onto the ring apron. She steps through the ropes like most men do as the crowd chants her name. She stands in the center of the ring and slams her right fist into her left hand before turning her head to get ready for what comes next.

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

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

Justin: Introducing.... From Queensland, Australia...Weighing in at one-hundred twenty-six pounds...Odette Stevens!!!

Odette takes in the moment before she charges her way down towards the ring. She slides into it under the bottom rope before she jumps up to her feet. The SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champion makes her way up to the turnbuckle, climbing up and raising her title aboce her head before jumping down. The ref checks Stevens and Warwick for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING!

Warwick and Steven's circle the ring for a moment, as Stevens rushes in but Warwick lifts Stevens up, showing her strength but as Stevens comes back down, Steven drives an elbow into Warwick's shoulder before following it up with multiple elbow shots before turning around and hitting a high elbow to the face of Warwick, but Warwick doesn't flinch and instead shoves her away into the ropes. Stevens bounces off the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt from Warwick before turning and Stevens begins to hit Warwick over and over with more forearm shots. Warwick blocks the last one before grabs Stevens head and hits a headbutt.

Simone: Odette comes out quick and begins to fight... but Warwick isn't fazed by the shots pretty much stops Stevens with a headbutt.

Stevens stumbles away and into the ropes as Warwick checks her nose, before moving back in and goes for Stevens but Stevens moves out of the way and Warwick ends up in the corner, where Steven moves in and corners Warwick, where she then begins to punch and hit Warwick and then climbs the middle rope to her a better angle where she hits a single shot before Warwick pushes her off.

Adams: Stevens is trying to get the advantage on Warwick... but Warwick is too strong.

Landing on her feet, Stevens stumbles a little before moving back in and hit two standing dropkicks to the body of Warwick, but Warwick stands firm and Stevens grabs Warwick's hand and goes to whip Warwick, but Warwick blocks it and reverses the whip, sending Stevens chest first into the turnbuckle and as Stevens stumbles backwards, Warwick clubs the back of Stevens hard, which sends Steven's down to the mat.

Simone: Stevens is trying to get on top of this match, but Warwick isn't going down.

Adams: She just has to prevail.

Stevens holds her back, but before she can react or even recover, Warwick grabs Stevens by the hair and moves her away from the ropes. Warwick lifts Stevens up and then places her on her shoulder before dropping Stevens down across her knee with a backbreaker. Stevens holds her back as she gasps for air as Warwick climbs back to her feet and then hits a boot to the back of Stevens.

Adams: That power and that backbreaker.

Simone: Odette is struggling here.

Warwick bends down and grabs Stevens hair before pulling her up for only Warwick to bring Stevens back down with another backbreaker across her knee and keeps her there and bends her further by pushing her head back. Stevens grimaces in pain as she grabs at Warwick's hands, trying to break the hold but with no luck as she also fights the urge to tap out. Fighting the pain, Stevens manages to get one of the knees up and begins to strike Warwick on the side of her head several times, which forces Warwick to let go and shove Stevens off her.

Simone: No-one should bend that way... that is un-natural.

Adams: Somehow though, Odette managed to fight out of it and force Warwick to release the hold.

With Warwick distracted slightly, Stevens climbs back to her feet and as Warwick turns, Stevens leaps on the middle rope and hits a flying chuck kick to Warwick's face, Warwick drops to a single knee. Stevens quickly climbs back to her feet and bounces off the ropes and hits a shining wizard, which ends with Warwick on both knees. Stevens shake her head and as she holds her back for a moment contemplating the next move, in which then hits a DDT, which this time sends Warwick down to the mat.

Adams: Odette really pummelling Warwick with those kicks.

Rolling Warwick over, Stevens goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Simone: Good attempt at catching Warwick off guard there.

Warwick kicks out. Stevens screams in Warwick's face to stay down, as she climbs to her feet and stomps on Warwick a few times before turning and climbs the ropes, which she prepares for the OD spiral, however, as she leaps off, Warwick gets her knees up and Stevens crashes down on Warwick's knees. Stevens rolls away holding her stomach, as Warwick takes a moment to stretch her legs.

Adams: I sense Odette is getting a little frustrated in this match.

Simone: And that frustration has ended up with Stevens crashing into Warwick's knees.

The ref checks on Stevens before looking at Warwick and then starts to count...

ONE!

TWO!

Warwick moves to the ropes and grabs them and pulls herself up and moves to Stevens, who is still trying to recover from the backbreaker and the failed OD spiral. Warwick grabs Stevens and pulls her up, where she whips her into the turnbuckles and goes to follow up with a splash, but Stevens moves out of the way and Warwick hits the turnbuckle chest first. As Warwick backs away from the turnbuckle, Stevens hits a leaping reverse STO, which sends Warwick down to the mat.

Simone: Odette even though battered and bruised manages to be one step ahead of Warwick... but she needs to do more.

Stevens climbs back to her feet, where she backs away before running towards Warwick and hitting a baseball slide to the side of Warwick, which forces Warwick out of the ring. Warwick drops down to the mat outside the ring holding her side. Stevens meanwhile inside the ring paces and watches and waits for Warwick to get to her feet but also taking the moment to suck in some air and stop her body from seizing up.

Adams: Stevens I think is planning to go flying, but also taking a few extra moments to recover.

Warwick grabs the ring apron and climbs to her feet holding her side, as Stevens bounces off the ropes and dives through them with a suicide dive catching Warwick and sending her down to the mat. Stevens climbs back to her feet, where she looks down at Warwick and then climbs the apron and follow up with a standing moonsault.

Simone: Stevens is getting more and more into this match and shows off her impressive athletic agility.

Stevens climbs back to her feet, as she climbs back onto the apron and climbs back into the ring breaking the ref's count of three. Stevens climbs back out and drops down to the mat where she pulls Warwick up into a sitting position, where she begins to kick Warwick over and over, before backing up and then hitting a dropkick to the body of Warwick.

Adams: Stevens is punishing Warwick hard here.

As the ref reaches their four count, Stevens climbs back to her feet and moves to Warwick, where she uses all her strength to lift Warwick up and roll her partly into the ring. Stevens then climbs back into the ring herself, where she moves to Warwick and grabs Warwick by the arm and drags her to a corner, in which Stevens then back away and then charges in and hits a cannonball senton.

Simone: Just pin her already and finish this match.

Stevens rolls herself away from Warwick and climbs back to her feet as she smirks and before grabbing Warwick's arm once more and drags her away from the corner, as Stevens turn and begins to climb the ropes to the top, where she again prepares for the OD Spiral. Looking down at Warwick, Stevens leaps off and hits her finisher before making the pin...

Adams: Here you go... Stevens has stopped messing around and looks to finish this.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: And she does.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Your winner of this match... Odette Stevens.

Odette's music hits over the p.a, as she slowly climbs to her feet and raises her arms in victory.

Ring announcer Justin Decent is standing inside of the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! It is now my distinct pleasure to introduce to you, the official hosts for the Summer XXXTreme V Cruise and Supercard! Back together for the first time in over two years...!

The crowd EXPLODES with cheers the moment the realization hits them!

Adams: Oh my god... OH MY GOD! Gabriel and Despayre! They're the hosts for Summer XXXTreme V!?

Simone: What an announcement! Sinful Obsession back together for Summer XXXTreme V! If this doesn't make the world tune in, nothing will!

Sam Marlowe: Cyn I don't want to hear it! Why don't you just leave me alone!

Cyn Marlowe: I wish I could Sammi but you need the help I am offering. Desperately! Didn't you see that I was the one that inspired you to win? It is thanks to me that you beat Otaki tonight.

The Marlowe sisters can be seen walking into view, Sam holding her jacket, sweat still covering her face and her red curls still plastered to her face as she moves down the hallway. Cyn still looks puts all together as she trails behind her sister, a smug look on her face.

Sam Marlowe: Cyn, regardless of what happens out there I don't need you to be here especially if all you are going to do is treat me like you always do. I mean I had enough of that before and now that I haven't had to deal with it for the longest time, I don't want to go back to that Sam Marlowe. So go home Cyn.

Cyn Marlowe: You don't mean that Sam, I am sure that once you think about it, you will realize you need me. And if I am not here, how are you going to go on with turning around such a bad record. People don't see you as someone they should be backing. Now with me leading your career like I said I think we can...

Sam turns on Cyn in the middle of the hall and stops the other red head in her tracks.

Sam Marlowe: Cynthia, I want you to listen to me and listen well. I am done having you as that poison in my ear. I am done with the BS you keep putting me through. This is the final straw. You are not wanted or welcome when it comes to my career here in SCW. So leave me alone!

Cyn's mouth drops open as if she is about to speak but Sam storms off towards the bombshells locker room leaving Cyn to close her mouth and fluff her hair like she just wasn`t embarrassed by her younger sister.

The camera moves back to see Mickey Carroll pacing in the hallway, clearly nervous as he starts to take a few steps toward the aforementioned interview area. However, for each step he takes forward, he takes almost as many back. He tries to shake it off a bit until his head raises, to see someone else doing exactly as he is doing. He closes his eyes and glares at the skinny young nerd with fire in his eyes.

Mickey: What the bloody 'ell are ye doing there? Are ye makin' fun of me? Huh? Are ye mockin' me because ye thinks I can't go back and 'ave a proper sit down chin wag with Ben?

Artie: Huh? Oh, um... no... I was, well... just so nervous, I didn't even see you there. See, I'm, well... supposed to go see a man about a job.

Mickey: I didn't ask for yer life story, Archibald.

Artie: It's um... Arthur. Artie works too. But, so does Archibald?

Mickey holds his hand up, an annoyed look on his face as he goes back to pacing and ignoring Artie. Artie shrinks back a few steps, trying not to pace too. However, his nervous nature kicks in and he starts doing it anyway, while squeaking quietly to himself to stop.

Artie: Ohhh, he's getting madder and madder... Just stop... Hammer time. Whooooa, whoooooa whoa whoa whoooooa-oh my goodness...

Mickey raises an eyebrow as he stares at Artie once again. He stops and stomps his work boot angrily against the ground as he points right at Artie. Artie screams like Kevin McCallister from Home Alone, when Mickey wraps his arms around Artie, going as far as to kiss his cheek during the short, but firm embrace.

Mickey: Ye know what, mate? Yer absolutely right. It's not like I'm a little chicken shit like yerself. I'm a man of strength, and conviction, and I got plenty to say to Ben Jordan! Unlike ye, Archie, I got the stones to go through with it. Thank ye for bein' such a pathetic little knob, yet finding me actions disgusting enough to still mock me.

Artie: Okay, you're welcome. But... I actually find most of what ye just said to be pretty... hurtful? No, it's fine. You mean well. Probably not...

Mickey gives Artie a firm smack on the behind as a sign of gratitude, despite Artie finding it rather uncomfortable. He lets out a loud "Wooooo!" as he places his hands behind him to guard his backside.

Artie: Can I get a little dinner first? That finger was a little trigger happy...

Mickey: Oh, and one last thing, Archie? If ye ever mock me again, I'm gonna boot ye so hard in the knickers, the crowd's gonna shout "What a screamer!!" No, seriously, yer bollocks will pop out of yer mouth and tickle the wall.

Artie: That's alarming, but again...

Mickey finally has himself psyched up enough to go through with it. He starts walking down the hallway, as Artie holds up a hand to try to get his attention, though without much effort in the process.

Artie: I really do need to go see a man about a job. Bobbie told me that this was my week... But, maybe I shouldn't... Oh god, what am are you doing, Archie?!?

Artie turns and takes off running down the hallway in the opposite direction of Mickey, who is heard whistling cheerfully as he disappears.

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Simone: In just a few weeks will we see one of the most storied Bombshell rivalries continue as the Metal and Punk Connection and Devova are set to do battle with the Mean Girls in a Six Bombshell Tag Team Match.

Adams: Up until last week Jessie Salco was part of that six-bombshell tag but after she won the Bombshell Roulette Championship back from Chelsea Payne she was replaced by Kate Steele, coming up next, we will see a preview of that match as Amy Marshall takes on the leader of the Mean Girls Celeste North.

Simone: And it is a safe bet to assume that this will get heated quickly! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down, the titentron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall, Kate Steele and Jessie Salco wrestling before Kate and Amy make their way down to ringside with Devona alongside them.

Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied by Kate Steele and Devona, from Juneau, Alaska she is the Punk Princess Amy Marshall!

Kate gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in, Devona climbs into the ring normally and the three women wait for Amy's opponent.

Simone: The Metal and Punk Connection are showing strength in numbers here.

Adams: Considering that their music cost Mercedes her match against Mikah last week, unintentionally or not, I think it's safe to say that that's a wise decision, no chance of the Mean Girls getting the jump on them!

As Jason says this the viewers at home are shown a replay of the closing moments of the match between Mercedes and Mikah from last week's Climax Control ending after Mikah's pin-fall victory, once the clip has finished the lights in the arena drop down and "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins playing. The ring crew brings out a wooden plank, meant to resemble the Mean Girls Runway of yester-year, fastening it tightly to the ring, as it looks like it will fall apart at any minute. Before they can even disperse, the curtains open, and Celeste is wheeled out onto the ramp in front of a podium. A spotlight appears on her as a man dressed in a potato sack walks out behind her, helping her down onto the stage. She is dressed in a pair of red hot pants and a Mean Girls tank top tied just above the navel, and an opened hooded jacket. She has red streaks in her hair as she slightly pulls back her hood to show off her face and the obnoxiously sparkling tiara on her head, taking a drag from the cigar in her right hand, behind her are her Mean Girls teammates Mercedes and Veronica and even in the dim lighting you can see that Mercedes has a scowl on her face.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Beverly Hills, California and being accompanied by Mercedes Vargas and Veronica Taylor, she is the leader of the Mean Girls, "Queen C"... CEEEEEEEEEELESTE NORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTHHHH!!!

She struts along the "runway" slowly, showing off everything she's got, a cigar in her hands. She takes a puff of it and winks as she exhales slowly. She then flips her hair from side to side seductively as men wearing dress suits and potato sacks over their heads line the runway, taking photos of her. Celeste takes a puff from the cigar before dropping it to the arena floor. The first hooded man holds the ropes open for her as she enters the ring. She struts around to the music for a moment, shedding her black hooded jacket. She puckers up her lips as she blows a deadly kiss to the fans, living her Mean Girls fantasy before moving to the corner, sinking down as her crew leaves the ringside area.

Simone: As the old saying goes, if looks could kill than the look Mercedes is giving the Metal and Punk Connection could kill a grizzly bear!

Adams: The bosses have never confirmed if it was a producer mistake or the Metal and Punk Connection had their music play on purpose but it's clear that Mercedes blames them for it!

It doesn't take long for Jacob to issue an ultimatum to the two groups of Bombshells on the outside, any interference from either side that he catches will result in the match being thrown out and they agree the Mean Girls being especially reluctant about it, as soon as Jacob calls for the bell Amy and Celeste charge at each other starting an all-out brawl!

DING DING DING!

Simone: Was there really any other way for this match to start?

Adams: Other than Celeste getting a cheap shot in? And if you think this is chaotic wait until their match at Summer XXXtreme!

The brawl continues for a few minutes with neither woman backing down and they seem to be evenly matched for the most part, a few minutes pass and Celeste telegraphs a wild right hand which Amy ducks under and uses the advantage to back Celeste up to one of the two sides of the ring that isn't occupied by at least one Bombshell from either faction, however this time it's Celeste that takes the upper hand as she grabs Amy by the waistband and throws her throat first into the middle rope.

Simone: We haven't had a single pin-fall attempt yet and we've already seen them go back and forth!

Adams: Even if Celeste had to cheat to do it!

Amy lays on the middle rope trying to catch her breath but doesn't get much of a chance too as Celeste runs across the ring and jumps on Amy's back causing her to spring off the ropes, it's then that Celeste goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

Celeste gets her feet on the middle ropes for extra leverage!

TWO!

But just before the three count Jacob spots her cheating in the act and stops the count (even though Amy still kicks out on instinct), Celeste tries to argue that she wasn't cheating but Jacob's having none of it but before she can be ordered to focus on the match Amy surprises the Mean Girls leader with a roll-up!

ONE!

TWO!

And Celeste kicks out! Rather than let the veteran Bombshell press the advantage however Celeste rolls out to a neutral side of the ring in an attempt to slow down Amy's momentum but the Alaska native isn't about to let her get away with that.

Simone: As we have seen many times, Amy is most comfortable when she's in the air!

Adams: Her frequent flyer miles must be massive!

Amy gets the crowd riled up before charging across the ring and hitting Celeste with a suicide dive that brings the crowd to their feet! Jacob's count reaches five before Amy gets up dragging Celeste up with her and throwing the Mean Girls leader back into the ring but before she can follow her in Mercedes makes a bee-line for her whilst Veronica provides a distraction for her, not that it helps much as Kate and Devona come to their teammates aid and Mercedes backs off realizing that she's outnumbered, once Veronica realizes that their plan she hops off the apron with a warning from Jacob whilst Amy slides back into the ring only to be met with a running knee to the gut from Celeste which she follows up with a Brainbuster and a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

And Amy gets the shoulder up in time!

Simone: The Mean Girls showing their underhanded tactics here even if their original plan backfired.

Adams: Even then you could make the argument that Celeste was merely taking advantage of Any's distraction!

Rather than go for another cover Celeste locks in a Dragon Sleeper on Amy in the middle of the ring keeping the pressure on tight as the Metal and Punk Connection (plus Devova) and the Mean Girls cheer on their respective teammates, sensing that Amy's starting to fight back Celeste wraps her legs around Amy's midriff and drops to the side dragging the Punk Princess down with her and Jacob gets into position to see if Amy's passed out once she's stopped moving.

ONE!

Amy's arm goes limp.

Simone: Amy won't be defeated like this!

TWO!

Amy's arm goes limp again whilst her teammates cheer her on and the Mean Girls celebrate their assumed victory.

Adams: I wouldn't be so sure!

Jacob goes to check Amy's arm for the third and final time.........and this time she starts to fight back! First by unwrapping Celeste's legs from her midriff by force and then by fighting her way back to her feet! Celeste tries to slow the veteran Bombshell down but Amy's having none of it and once she's on her feet she counter's Celeste Dragon Sleeper with a Death Valley Driver! Amy goes for a cover on Celeste!

ONE!

TWO!

And Celeste kicks out just as Veronica was getting ready to get back on the apron to break up the count! However, that move caught the eye and the ire of Amy's teammates as Kate and Devona charge over before they start brawling with Veronica and Mercedes respectively, all four women seem to be on equal footing and none of them are backing down!

Simone: It's all broken down at ringside! When I said that we had a preview for the Six Bombshell Tag Team Match I meant it!

Adams: Especially considering that Amy and Celeste have started brawling in the ring! If this was a Six Bombshell Tag I think Jacob would've thrown out the match by now!

Indeed, Celeste and Amy have picked up where they left off at the start of the match with a wild brawl and this time they have learned from their mistakes earlier in the match though this doesn't stop them from making new ones such as Amy letting down her guard just long enough for Celeste to wind her with a dropkick to the knee followed by a Shining Wizard! Celeste then follows that up with a pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

And Amy kicks out! Celeste can't believe it but decides that the time has come to end it.

Simone: Could we be seeing Celeste go homicidal?

Adams: I don't think the bosses want this to turn into a snuff film!

Simone: Not what I meant!

Celeste hits the first two parts of the move but when she goes the Bulldog Amy shoves her off, Celeste notices that security have started pouring out to break up the brawl at ringside and she turns around.........right into the Bad Girl!

Simone: Mean Girl? Meet the Bad Girl!

Adams: I'm surprised you haven't used that joke sooner but stick a fork in Celeste, she's done!

Amy goes for a cover whilst eyeing the out pour of security guards coming down the ramp.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here's your winner, "The Punk Princess" Amy Marshall!

Simone: What a match! If their match at Summer XXXtreme is anything like this then the fans are in for a treat!

Adams: And the security guards will really earn their paychecks!

Amy surrenders peacefully to the guards as the brawl on the outside is broken up. As Amy's music plays over the p.a, Amy moves back to the ring and heads towards the corner, where she asks for a mic, which one is handed to her. Amy moves back to the centre of the ring and looks down at Celeste, as her music dies down.

Amy: Is this what the Mean Girls have come too? is this one of their best?

Amy wipes her forehead and shakes her head.

Amy: If this is how the mean girls operate... on their back. Then Devona, Kate and myself have no need to worry. The only person that has to worry is Mercedes. Mercedes you better start giving pep talks and kick your fellow mean girls into touch, because right now... i am not impressed and i bet Delia is wondering why she recruited losers.

Pathetic.

Amy drops the mic, as her music plays once more and she climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp to the backstage area.

---

As the camera moves backstage, Ben Jordan is seen sitting at a table with a Summer XXXTreme VI backdrop in the background. Pussy Willow is seated next to him, and an empty seat is seen next to her. Ben takes a sip from his pint of Guinness, though his patience seems to be almost as low as the bottle. He sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose.

Pussy: I don't know what to say, Ben. He said that he would be here any minute. That was quite a while ago.

Ben: Sounds like Mickey. He's typically late. He'd be late to his own funeral

Pussy: If I've learned anything since he's been back, it's that there is no such thing as typical Mickey...

Ben: Isn't that the truth?

As soon as all hope is lost, Mickey Carroll pushes from behind the backdrop for Summer XXXTreme, and despite his lack of popularity, the crowd cheers loudly. Ben looks around for a second, seemingly surprised by the eruption from the fans. Finally, he spots Mickey, and gives a nod. He reaches down into a nearby cooler and places two fresh Guinness on the table. He pops the caps off, and then slides one toward Mickey.

Ben: Have a seat, mate.

Mickey: I'd really rather not... The pint, that is. Been clear and sober for two months now, thanks to, um...

Mickey pauses, trying not to say the names of his lawfully wedded husbands. He even goes as far as to hide his wedding band from sight as he slowly pulls out the chair to have a seat. Mickey nods his head slowly as he tries to make himself look at Ben, or even in Ben's direction.

Mickey: So... how's yer mum? It's been a bit since I last seen 'er...

Ben: Same old, same old, it's one of the certainties in life and that's the old girl will never change.

Pussy: If I might be able to move this along, since the start took much longer than anticipated... Ben, Mickey... is there anything you would like to say?

Mickey: Christ, woman! Ye don't 'ave to go in for the kill so quickly. Let a couple-uh old chaps catch up, first, yeah?

Ben: To be fair Mickey, this song and dance has gone on for a bit now, time to get it sorted now.

Mickey: Please, Ben. Don't jump to any conclusions. Let me say me peace before ye judge me.

Ben: You can say what you want mate, but what can't speak can't lie. We all saw you hanging back, ya know? You coulda stopped those two from doing what they did. No conclusions here son, just want to know why ya did it.

Mickey is surprised at how calm Ben is being about this situation. Instead of saying anything further, Ben goes back to nursing his fresh pint. Mickey pulls out a cigarette and lights it as his vice. He takes a drag and then rests his hands on the table.

Mickey: Look, I wasn't very excited about coming down to the ring that night. I really wasn't. And when we was already set to go, ye pulled out the Union Jack, and we was already on our way down the ramp. The plan was to rough Jamie up a bit, 'ave a little fun with 'im. I certainly didn't know that chairs were in the plans, and I definitely didn't know that ye was in them, either, short of them keeping ye back to show Jamie that we meant business. Was it the friendly rivalry we hoped for? No. I wasn't for it, but Dax and Giani said that if I didn't do it, they wouldn't let me in the ring to prove me worth. They would take the tag titles for themselves. Something about Dax and Dying Breed, and The Elders...

Pussy: The loyalty test. They wanted to see where you stood, going into a battle with your life long best friend.

Mickey: Precisely! I figured I could get away with knocking Jimmy Jams around a bit to get them off of me back.

Ben: I get that, proving loyalty is a big deal, I understand it.

Mickey: I'm glad. I really am. There's still a chance we can 'ave that friendly rivalry we talked about.

Ben: Nah mate, you see the problem is with loyalty, is that it works in more ways than one. All those bloody years I had loyalty to you when everyone else said bollocks to ya. You put ya loyalty with two fellas that you've knocked around with for five minutes, over someone you grew up with. I think those two have bollocksed up a friendship that lasted donkeys.

Mickey's relieved look instantly fades as he finds a way to turn an even more pale shade of white. He stumbles on trying to speak for a moment before finding his footing again.

Mickey: Honestly, I've talked to them, and they are truly sorry for what they done, mate. I honestly believe that they are.

Ben: Cut the crap Mickey, I've already had enough of that to last me the next five lifetimes. All I wanna know, and I wanna know proper honestly, why let them put me out for weeks? Why let them lay me up, waking up at stupid o clock with blinding headaches. I get the rivalry thing, I get they wanna get me goat up, I even get why they did what they did to Jamie, I don't like it but I get it, but I don't get why you'd stand there and let them smack my head like a cricket ball after all we've gone through

Mickey is sweating a little bit as he takes another drag from his cigarette. He fidgets with the cigarette for a second, completely avoiding eye contact with Ben. He tries to find a way to speak convincingly to cover up whatever is going on in his head, but he isn't successful with it at all.

Mickey: The truth is... See, the truth? It's a funny thing. Much like the past is downright hysterical at times. We 'ad lots of good times, Ben. Lots of laughs, lots of ups, and some downs. It's to be expected when yer mates since knee high. We went through anything and everything together, mate.

Ben: And that is exactly the reason why I don't get it.

Mickey: Just... hear me out, Ben. We went through some rough times, and ye will always 'ave a place in me heart. I don't care how it sounds, as it's just the way it is. We're mates, through and through. I went away to her majesty's finest for 4 years. I missed out on 'aving a little rugrat running around when I took the fall for the both of us. I don't regret it, because ye mean that much to me. Someone as ugly as me isn't going to be nearly as Orange Is The New Black popular as ye would 'ave been.

Mickey takes another drag from his cigarette as he and Ben share a light laugh, though it is not as hearty due to the underlying tension between the two.

Mickey: Point is, I showed ye how loyal I can be. We went on to become the best thing out of ACW next to Simon Jones 'imself. We was the team to beat. Of course, ye became more popular, and 'ad legends lining up to team with ye, and I was left out. I hurt. I 'ad me little lashing out moment, and we worked past it, yeah? Things was never the same, but we made up for it. So I went out there, and wanted to just 'ave a little fun with Jams. As I got started, I was blinded with rage. Remembering, for just a second, that someone else 'ad once again taken me place. I became jealous. Forgive me, because after the fact, I knew just how bloody stupid that was. I regretted it the second I finally stopped. But, what 'appened when I looked away and saw me mates roughin' ye up was what surprised me. I didn't see ye lying there with them ready to smack ye with two chairs. It wasn't Ben Jordan I saw, but instead Jordan Williams. I knew me eyes was playin' tricks on me, but I couldn't move. I couldn't stop it, because I wanted to see it play out. The second they got ye, I came back, and couldn't do a damn thing about it. The thud was so sick, it nearly made me toss me breakfast then and there.

As if a true testament to his statement, Mickey visibly looks sick just thinking about it. He pauses, feeling ashamed of himself, along with feeling sick to his stomach. He shakes it off as best he can before continuing.

Mickey: I heard it echo in me 'ead for an entire week. I was so mad at Dax and Giani, I didn't go home for two weeks. Even then, I can barely look at them now, and I resent what they did. Honest to God, it's the truth. I couldn't even hurt ye when I was mad at ye a couple of years ago. I ran off from SCW because of it. I finally got me 'ead back on straight, and 'ave been thinking a lot about things. A lot of things 'ave come into perspective...

Mickey seems a bit relieved, but still quite anxious as he fidgets with the remaining cigarette. He takes a puff before leaning down to put it out on the bottom of his shoe. He then looks Ben straight in the eye. Ben seems unsure of what's to come of this.

Mickey: Ye was with me when I got Tessa, and you got Emma. Ye saw how things with Tessa was just one giant mind fuck, and I was there when Emma 'ad to go away. We always supported one another. It took me eight years to realize that maybe it was a sign. Maybe all of this... was a sign, Ben. Ben, look at me...

Ben raises an eyebrow as he looks over to Mickey. Mickey reaches his hands out for Ben's, but Ben doesn't afford him the luxury. Instead he stands up, and Mickey does the same, a bit of a hopeful smile on his face. Pussy scoots back before removing herself from the situation entirely.

Ben: Look, Mickey... I think I what ya getting at with this, and...

Mickey: Ben, I need to say it. I need to finally say it. I love ye, Ben Jordan. I always have.

Ben: Right back at ya son but not....

Mickey: No. No, see, ye don't understand. I love ye, not just like a brother. More like...

Mickey leans in slowly, closing his eyes as he tries to make contact with Ben. Instead, Ben steps out of the way, and accidentally nudges Pussy Willow into Mickey's line of fire. He kisses her a few times before the realization comes over his face, and he slowly opens his eyes. At first, he is shocked. He looks over at Ben, who almost looks apologetically to both Pussy and Mickey.

Mickey: But... I...

Ben: I'm sorry, Mickey, but I don't love you like that. And no offense to you, but I never will. I wasn't built like that. As long as you've known me, you know it's not been in me DNA. All I can ever be to you is a friend, and...

Mickey flips the table over angrily as it skids across the floor, and the bottles crash against the concrete. Pussy quickly ducks entirely off screen as Mickey picks up his chair and throws it toward the camera. The cameraman dodges it as Mickey kicks Pussy's chair away from him. He is shaking with anger as he walks up to Ben, who doesn't even flinch. Mickey almost gets nose to nose, but he's certainly lost that loving feeling, and it might just be gone, gone, gone...

Mickey: I WENT TO PRISON FOR YE, BEN! I GAVE UP ME LIFE! I CAME TO THIS GOD FORSAKEN SHITE STAIN OF A WRESTLING PROMOTION... FOR YOU!!! PANDERING! Always pandering to these arseholes in the crowd! I forgave ye for everything! EVERYTHING! AND...

The usually proud and emotionless Mickey tries to relax his posture as he looks away from Ben. He thinks that the few tears in his eyes are hidden from everyone, but the dead silent arena watches as they slowly fall to the floor. He fights them away as he looks back up to Ben, who is tense, but still unmoving.

Mickey: And... ye can't even try? I mean, I didn't think I was... yeah... but, maybe I am? Maybe it could work? C'mon, Ben. Be-e-en...

Mickey tries to force a comfortable laugh, but it doesn't seem to comfort anyone, least of all himself or Ben. He pats Ben on the arm, playfully. As torn up as Ben is to see his friend so distraught, he can't give into this.

Mickey: Ben?

Ben: I'm sorry, mate. It doesn't work that way. You of all people should have learned with Tess. But good luck on Sunday, yeah?

Ben sees the unhinged look in Mickey's eyes, and he brushes past Mickey, not wanting any trouble with him. As Ben starts to disappear from view, Mickey scoops up a broken beer bottle neck and raises it up, the crazy look appearing once more. However, this time, much to everyone's surprise, Giani charges in and wrestles it from Mickey's hands, cutting open his own hand in the process.

Giani: FUCK! Bro, stop it! It ain't worth going to jail over again...

Giani pulls his Bad Boys tank top off and wraps it around his hand as he looks at Ben as if Ben was crazy for still standing there. Dax comes into the shot to help hold Mickey back as he begins screaming.

Mickey: I LOVED YE, BEN!

Dax: Bruh, seriously! Get the fuck outta here before I decide to let Single White Female loose on your ass!

---

In the ring, a table is set up with three micophones, a clipboard and a pen on top of it.

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and through them, before picking up a microphone from the table, the fans cheering as the music fades out.

HS: Been a while since I came down to the ring and spoke to you all but I think I still remember how these things are done. With Christian being too lazy to come down here anyway, someone's gotta do it.

Hot Stuff looks around the crowd.

HS: In two weeks time, Summer XXXTreme V, SCW will once again do something we've never done before. For the first time ever, one man will walk out with both the Internet and The World Championship belts. One man will write their name in history as the first.

Hot Stuff holds up one finger.

HS: Now me, I find these public contract signings pretty boring but I don't write the preview for the show, so it was advertised and now it's gonna happen.

Before Hot Stuff can say any more...

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 the SCW World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder. 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 the table and picks up a mic as the music stops.

J2H: For once, I agree with you, these things are fucking stupid. Everyone knows I'm gonna be facing that freak anyway. Right now, I should be sitting in the back, getting ready to face Steve Ramone later, but no, you want to throw down the added distract of something like this?

J2H looks at Hot Stuff with a shake of his head and then to the back.

J2H: I should be looking forward to kicking the ass of a man who can't even get my name right. I'm not James Huntington Hawkes the second idiot, I'm the third and if you did your fucking research, you'd know I NEVER called myself the Brat Prince.... Christian Underwood called me that repeatedly, I never called myself that. As for calling me "Hunty", sounds like something Veronica Taylor would say.

J2H looks towards Hot Stuff and moves towards the table. Reaching down and signing the contract he turns to walk away but...

J2H: There ya go, signed are you happy?

J2H walks towards the ropes and puts a foot through but....

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Samuel McPherson and Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at J2H, causing J2H to back up. Samuel joins him in the ring and Hot Stuff picks up the remaining microphone, moving it towards Raab. Raab slowly reaches out for it as his music slows down.

Lord Raab: "Surely you aren't this fucking dumb James. My reasoning is because I don't want to be remembered as the guy who defeated James by pinfall or submission in a boring original match, I want to beat the living shit out of you. Of course you never heard me saying I want my last solo's match to be rememberd by me competing in a violent match, but I did say you're gonna be my fucking bitch and this deathmatch is the way to end your worthless SCW career once and for all."

J2H: Would you just shut up and sign the fucking contract you freak? We all know I'm gonna beat ya anyway, could you make it official so I can focus on Ramone? I don't give a fuck why you want a deathmatch, we all know it's because you're not very smart, we all know it's cause you think you can hurt me, but you can't. Sign the contract so these people don't have to sit there and listen to you.

Raab looks down at the table, looking at the contract. He reaches for the pen and signs his name on the contract, before dropping the pen on the table and raising the Internet championship belt about his head.

HS: It's official. Champion Vs Champion has been signed.

J2H walks around the table towards Raab and Samuel, a smile on his face.

J2H: You just made the biggest...

J2H stops mid sentence and as quick as a flash, slams the championship belt in to the head of Samuel!

Adams: What the hell?

Samuel falls to the ground and J2H drops down and rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring. Raab looks down at his fallen husband and outside the ring to the smirking J2H.

Simone: There was no need to do that.

J2H taps the side of his head as he backs up the ramp, leaving Raab torn between the well being of Samuel and revenge. He looks down at Samuel, reaching down to him as J2H backs further away.

Adams: J2H is trying to play head games with Raab with that attack.

Simone: Not the smartest thing to do considering in two weeks, there will be no DQ and Raab is now more than motivated to rip J2H apart.

The camera cuts elsewhere as Raab helps Samuel to his feet.

---

Justin: The following Mixed Tag Team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!

"I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?"by A Day to Remember plays while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan's entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan's wearing a Black tight tank top with "Key Style" lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His "Key hole" designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words "Ryan" in one and "keys"on the other showed off his style.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing one hundred and eighty pounds ... Ryan Keys!

Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of the crowd as he teases them with tearing off his shirt and tossing it to the side. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility before the match starts.

Simone: Ryan Keys, former two-time Roulette Champion and ... apparently incredibly flexible.

Adams: I can do that but I don't wanna.

Simone: The last time you tried your leg got stuck and we had to call an ambulance.

Adams: Boy was THAT embarrassing!

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

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

Justin: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the girl that loves to play... Polly PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

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

Adams: Poor Ryan, imagine drawing the short stick and teaming with Polly Playtime!

Simone: Yes but to play Devil's Advocate, Polly is a high skilled and successful wrestler. She has proven that time and again as a former Internet and World Champion.

Adams: Yeah and she knows it too! That's the bloody problem.

Justin: Introducing their opponents...

All the lights in the arena go out as "Black Sheep" starts to play. Through the build up of the song the stage flashes with a mix of orange, and turquoise lights. Mikah makes her way out onto the stage through the left curtain, one hand on her hip the other holding the Bombshell Internet Championship to her shoulder. Simultaneously, Kris Halc comes through the right curtain, his Roulette Championship around his waist, albeit upside down, so he can read it.

Justin: Coming down to the ring, the Bombshell Internet Champion Mikah and the Roulette Champion Kris Halc, The Black Sheep!

Both of them stop at the center of the stage, Mikah putting her back to Kris before rolling her hips and whipping her hair over her left shoulder, raising her championship in the air. The cameras move up the ramp, rotating around behind the duo to see the word "PURE" across the back of Kris' jacket. They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth with one another. As the approach ringside, Kris pulls the strap on his title to loosen it, taking it off of his waist and tossing it over the ropes and into the ring. Two quick steps later he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Mikah, on the other hand, jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron. Kris scoops up his championship, but does not head towards the corner as usual. Instead he comes to the ropes near Mikah, sitting down on the middle on to lower it. The fans pop as Mikah considers it, before stepping over the middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit in front of him. As soon as she is into the ring, Kris sprints across the ring and leaps up onto the middle turnbuckle of the far corner, raising the Roulette Championship to mixed cheers and boos.

Simone: Before the match, the two teams flipped a coin and it was decided the Bombshells would begin this match.

Adams: Yeah? Why's Polly on the outside then?

Indeed, the camera catches Polly stepping through the ropes, despite the orders from Drew Patton to get back in. The cocky young woman all but ignores the official,, fluffing her hair and turning to the jeering crowd with a bright smile and waving to them.

Adams: Ryan looks a little confused.

Simone: And Mikah looks upset.

Kris Halc is on the apron in his own team's corner, as Mikah is anxious to begin. But Ryan is looking around, a little lost as Polly shoos the official away and continues to ignore his demand she start -- when Mikah finally is fed up! She darts across the ring and grabs Polly by the hair and brings her in the hard way with a flip over the ropes!

Adams: Well that's one way to get things started!

DING! DING! DING!

Mikah is on the attack, pouncing on Polly and grabbing a handful of hair with one hand and drilling her skull with shots with the other! Drew tries to get Mikah off, and finally Polly puts both feet into her opponent's body and kicks her off! But Mikah is unrelenting and is right back up and goes after her and before Ryan can escape the ring, Polly is hiding behind him as Mikah tries to get to her THROUGH him! Ryan tries to step aside but Polly is stuck tight behind him and the former champion loses his balance and topples to the canvas! The trio rolls around, with the Bombshells scratching and clawing and poor Ryan just trying to get the hell out of there!

Adams: And look at Kris! He's loving every minute!

Mikah's teammate is almost on his backside from laughing so hard! Now Ryan is face and chest down and the two women are brawling on top of him, trading forearm shots back and forth, each exchanging blow for blow!

Adams: Wow! This is a little rougher than I was expecting between these two birds!

Simone: Considering what they'll be competing in in two weeks time, perhaps they're just getting ready!

Finally Mikah slaps Polly hard across the kisser, knocking her off of Keys' back and poor Ryan scrambles out to his corner as Polly gets to her feet and slaps Mikah right back! Polly grabs Mikah by the arm and sends her into the ropes and swings wildly but Mikah ducks! Mikah then rebounds off the far side of the ring and comes back, leaping onto Polly with a Thesz press! Lefts and rights from Mikah as Kris cheers her on, right up until Polly throws her off! Polly staggers to her feet, holding her scalp and screeching at Drew about Mikah's illegal rule infractions!

Simone: One of the Bombshell division's biggest rule breakers, complaining about someone else breaking the rules!

Mikah then comes in at her but this time it's Polly who sweeps Mikah's legs out from under her! Polly is then on the attack, straddling her waistline and slapping her back and forth with lefts and rights! Polly then grabs two handfuls of her hair and shakes her head, slamming the back of her skull into the mat! Polly then grabs her by her blonde locks and drags her to her feet. Polly Irish whips her into the ropes and tries for a clothesline but Mikah ducks behind her for a Crucifix roll up!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Polly kicks out!

Mikah stands up as Polly scrambles to her feet and falls back against the ropes. Mikah moves in but Polly quickly brings a boot up into her midsection and then drags her around into the ropes by the hair when she double open hand chops her in the sternum, then rakes her nails down Mikah's face! Polly then wraps both hands around Mikah's throat and chokes her as Drew counts against her!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! ...

But Polly breaks and gets briefly in the official's face and laughs, "I know the rules!"

Adams: She knows them, she just breaks them!

Simone: And she's not complaining now when it's her doing it, is she?

Polly finally breaks as per Drew's demand, and she then takes two big handfuls of Mikah's hair and tosses her the length of the ring in a 360 tailspin! The crowd gasps as Mikah sits up, grabbing her scalp in pain! Poly then jumps into the ropes and comes off with a low dropkick that knocks Mikah flat on her back! Polly suddenly with the cover and she hooks the leg!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Mikah gets her shoulder up!

Polly slaps her hands together rapidly, demanding a faster count! Polly then pulls Mikah up and goes for an Irish whip but Mikah reverses it! Mikah comes off and Polly goes for a boot, but Mikah catches her foot and blocks it!

Adams: That doesn't leave Polly in a good way!

And Mikah suddenly takes Polly down with a Dragon Screw!

Simone: And that could have hyper extended her knee!

Mikah grabs her legs immediately and steps through, going for a Sharpshooter, but Polly fights madly to get to the ropes! Mikah is forced to let go, and before she can move in again, Polly quickly tags Ryan in, whether he likes it or not!

Adams: Awww! Just when it was getting good!

Simone: And now both men have to enter the ring.

And both do, as Ryan slowly steps in as Kris enters himself with his ever present cocky smirk.

Simone: If Halc isn't careful, Ryan Keys is fully capable of slapping that arrogant smirk right off of his face.

As both women make their exit, the two men slowly circle the ring before locking up, collar and elbow, in the center. The two young studs struggle and strain until Ryan slowly gains the upper hand and backs the champion up against the ropes. But just before he can break, Kris reverses their spots and has Ryan pinned against the ropes. Kris draws back a fist as if to drill him, then smiles and pats both hands on Keys' chest. Halc steps back with arms out and a smile on his face.

Adams: Clean break? Who woulda imagined?

Kris then turns back and Ryan lays him out with a huge forearm shot!

Simone: And Ryan keys may be a nice guy and a little (lot) scatter brained but he isn't playing Kris's mind games!

Kris jumps back to his feet, only to get knocked right back down again with another forearm! Kris is back up once again and Ryan backs him into the ropes and sends him into the ropes at top speed! Halc comes off and attempts a spinning roundhouse kick but Ryan causes a few ooh's and ahh's from the women 9and men?) in the crowd with the Matrix evasion! Kris turns around and eats a dropkick! Then another! And as Halc is struggling to get to his feet, Ryan dashes off the ropes and performs a low-level Hurricanrana, practically DDTing him with the maneuver!

Simone: Interesting move there by the soon-to-be challenger!

Ryan with the cover and he hooks the inside leg!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Halc gets his shoulder up!

Adams: That move really scrambled Kris's brains!

Simone: But he still had plenty of sense to kick out.

Both men return to their feet and Ryan doubles him over with a boot to the gut, then goes for an Irish whip but Kris reverses it! kris goes for a back drop but Ryan turns around quickly and uses the move to land on his feet behind Halc! Halc ducks a wild swing from Keys and sweeps his legs out from under him and goes for a cover!

ONE!.....

Ryan kicks out!

Kris then pulls Ryan's legs out from under him and somersaults over into a bridge!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Ryan rolls back through until he is kneeling on top of Kris's shoulders!

ONE!.....

Kris kicks out!

Simone: A LOT of near falls from these two!

Kris surprises Ryan with a European uppercut, followed up with a sit-down jawbreaker! Kris goes to send him into the ropes but Ryan reverses it! He goes for a backdrop but Halc leaps over him for a sunset flip! Ryan hangs on, trying to remain upright when Kris goes the unconventional method and reaches up, grabs a handful of the back of Ryan's trunks and...

*YOINK!*

The crowd cheers!

Simone: Oh my...!

Adams: We're live! Are we live!? Can we edit that!?

Simone: Why the hell would we want to??

Ryan goes down in the sunset flip!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Ryan kicks out!

Kris continues the attack as Ryan struggles to "fix" himself but isn't given the fair chance to do so! Kris grabs the 'butt bare' Ryan Keys and sends him into the near corner but Keys springboards to the top and back off...!

Simone: Moonsault!

Adams: Emphasis on the 'moon' part!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Kris kicks out!

Ryan finally rolls off and fixes his trunks, giving Kris the chance to tag out!

Simone: And just when things were getting interesting.

Jason slowly turns his head to look at Belinda.

Simone: Shut up.

Mikah steps in, as does Polly, and the two get confrontational in the center of the ring, trading insults back and forth!

Adams: And heeere we go again!

Polly then surprises everyone by raising her hand, challenging Mikah to a test of strength. Mikah frowns and looks at her as if she's crazy. Mikah turns to Kris and points at Polly, then smiles and shrugs indifferently. Mikah cautiously raise her hand and the two Bombshells' fingers interlock. They then start to raise their other hand to do the same when Polly suddenly rakes Mikah's eyes, then kicks her in the midsection!

Adams: Never thought I'd see the day someone would be able to use the same tricks Mikah uses against her!

Polly ducks behind Mikah with an arm wrapped deeply around her throat from behind. Polly sits on the top turnbuckle and lifts Mikah from her feet in a dangling choke hold as Drew counts!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Polly lets her go just long enough to break the count, then does it again, picking her up off her feet by the throat!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

And Polly dumps her to the mat! Polly giggles fiendishly, looking to the fans and blowing them a mocking kiss...

Simone: Pay attention you twit!

Because Mikah is back to her feet and she knocks the taste out of Polly's mouth with a right hand! Mikah then jumps to the middle turnbuckle and brings Polly off the hard way with a super belly-to-belly!

Adams: That may be it for Polly!

And an immediate cover!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Kick out by Polly!

Before Polly can try to recover, Mikah ducks behind her in a double chicken wing and brings her over with a tiger suplex!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

THR-KICK OUT!

Simone: Mikah almost ended it with this onslaught!

Mikah smiles and brings Polly up and sends her into the far corner. Mikah poses, then charges right in after her but at the very last minute, Polly moves out of the way and Mikah crashes hard through the top and middle turnbuckle! Polly then slips up from behind and rolls Mikah into a schoolgirl with a big handful of tights!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

THR-KICK OUT!

Simone: Oh so close!

Adams: And Polly is mad!

Polly is throwing a fit on the mat! She grabs Mikah by the hair and slams her face into the corner once, twice, three times! Polly then snapmares her over by the hair and traps her in a body scissors!

Adams: Think we'll see a submission?

Simone: Mikah? Submit? I think she'd sooner tongue kiss Simon Jones.

Polly squeezes for all she's worth but Mikah will not give in! Polly, getting frustrated, grabs her by the hair and starts shaking her head wildly while still trapping her in the hold!

ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

And Polly stops, but Mikah is looking angry. She slowly rolls from side to side until she manages to turn around on her knees, but still in the scissors. Mikah manages to stand, leaving Polly hanging upside down and Mikah falls back....

Adams: Slingshot!

And Polly is sent flying FACE FIRST into the corner! She slowly turns around and extends her hand, near enough to allow Kris to tag in.

Simone: Good ring awareness there by Polly.

Adams: Or just plain dumb luck?

Kris jumps in and moves to catch Ryan by surprise, but Ryan springboards off the top rope to nail him full on with an incoming dropkick! Ryan drags him up into a front facelock, turns him into position for a Hangman's Neckbreaker and adding a little hip grind for added cheers.

Adams: Cheap pop!

Simone: But it works, er, worked!

And he brings him down with the neck breaker! Ryan with the cover!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Kris kicks out!

Ryan pulls him up, scoops him up and body slams him. Ryan then backs up several steps and does a hand stand right into a legdrop. Ryan with another cover!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

Kick out!

Ryan sends Kris into the far corner, then gets a running start and hand springs into a back elbow -- only Kris manages to grab him around the waist from behind, pivot around and --

Simone: German suplex!

Adams: And right on the back of his head!

Ryan flops on his back, then sits up, his eyes completely glazes over!

Adams: I don't think he's all there! I know that look!

Simone: You are that look!

Kris then comes off the ropes with a spinning back kick, sliding right into Keys and laying him out!

Adams: Did you hear the sound of that shot!?

Kris with the cover!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

THR-NO!

Adams: Foot on the ropes! Drew sees it!

Simone: Lucky for Ryan!

Kris then drags his opponent up into a front facelock and uses the ropes as a means for a Tornado DDT, only Ryan manages to block it and bring him up and over instead with a Northern Lights Suplex!

Adams: Exhibition!

Simone: But his body gave out! He couldn't bridge after landing on his head!

Now both men are down and their partners rally for the tag! The crowd is clapping and stomping as Ryan rolls over and crawls to his corner to tag -- when Polly retracts her arm and drops to the floor!

Simone: What the hell...!?

Ryan stares at her wide eyed as she gives him the "talk to the hand" and turns her back on him and starts to leave, much to the crowds displeasure!

Adams: Polly is walking out on Ryan!

Ryan stares after her, calling for her to come back -- when Kris comes up from behind and hits Absolution! He is immediately back on his feet and follows it up with The Light! Kris rolls Ryan onto his back and jackknifes him, folding him in half!

ONE!.....

TWO!.....

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- Kris Halc and Mikah!

Adams: or is it Mikah and Kris Halc?

Simone: Well it was Kris who got the win so...

Mikah joins Kris in the ring as Drew raises their arms, while Ryan slowly sits up, holding his head.

Simone: I just can't believe Polly screwed Ryan Keys over like that!

---

There is a bit of a commotion backstage again as the cameras shift back there. Giani Di Luca is seen carrying Mickey Carroll over his shoulders through the back, but Mickey is not giving up. He knocks over anything and everything that he can get his hands on, while Dax struggles to save less than half of it. A light pole falls over and busts right on his foot, sparking and making him jump back as he shakes the sparks from his leg.

Dax: Damn it, Alex Forrest! Calm your shit, bruh! You're gonna make them come to take you away, ha ha!

Giani: Dax, shut the fawk up, bro! Ya not helpin', and his boney freakin' hands don't feel so nice when clubbing at my back like he's Jessica Lange or some shit.

Dax: Yeah, well try almost getting set on fire like three fucking times! It's not so fun, King Kong!

Mickey: Let go of me, ye greasy meatball! I gotta see if Ben realizes that I'm being serious, and not just playing some crazy head game.

Dax: Oh, trust me... heeeee knows... He knowwwwssss...

Giani: Dax! For real, bro. Take ya own advice and calm ya shit. Calm it now...

Giani stops dead in his tracks as he sees something that almost turns him white as a ghost. Dax is mumbling under his breath as he keeps walking forward, eventually colliding with Giani, and likewise with Mickey. He goes to object until his eyes raise slightly and he literally gasps.

Nicholas: Ah, hello there gentlemen. Fancy meeting you here, hm?

Former USISC agent Nicholas Taylor appears on the screen as the fans cheer slightly for him. He is in street clothes, due to his recent... suspension. However, he holds a small jewel case in his hand as he grins from ear to ear, looking at the three husbands as Giani lets Mickey down off of his shoulder..

Giani: Son of a... Whaddaya want, Taylor? Haven't ya aw-ready had enough? I know we have...

Nicholas: Oh. You thought I was here for you guys? Goodness, no. Well, we all know that's a lie. But, I did want to see this amazing show, and boy... did I ever get a treat. Bravo, Mickey. Bravo. It was so good, in fact, that I just had to get my very own copy. Who knew that all I had to do was sit back, and let you three ass hats do my job for me?

Nicholas laughs lightly, but only because he's not finished gloating yet. Instead, he waves his finger at Mickey as his eyes wander over to Dax. Eventually his finger follows as he points right at the bearded adonis.

Nicholas: I'm glad I didn't bet any real money on this, because I honestly thought that you would be the one to fuck it all up, Dax. You're by far the most careless one, but nope! That honor goes right to Mickey. Can we get a round of applause?

Nicholas starts a slow clap, as Dax reluctantly joins in, despite not being sure why they are clapping. Mickey and Giani turn their eyes back to him, angrily staring, and Dax stops, ducking his head in embarrassment.

Nicholas: But seriously, Mickey. I just wanted to thank you in advance for getting me my job back. That's really awesome of you. I'm truly grateful. Truly. I'll send you a thank you card when it's official. Do you have an address in London, or...?

Dax: Fuck you, bruh!

Nicholas: Oh, fuck me? No! Fuck you. All three of you. You're getting your just desserts. If things move as fast as I hope they will, you three might not have to worry about embarrassing yourselves on that cruise ship. See? It works out for everybody. Well, except you three. Oh-ho-ho... I just can't stop myself. But I better, because I want to watch this bad boy a couple more times before I submit it.

Nicholas chuckles a bit as he leaves the three Bad Boys standing there, speechless and staring at one another, all while he whistles happily on his way out of the venue. Off in the corner of the screen, we see Artie Miller, still pacing nervously, unbeknownst to the Bad Boys.

---

We see Song and Alana allure standing in the hallway looking at the camera lens. Alana wearing the new Elders T-Shirt while Song wears the new Song T-shirt

Alana: Jon would have joined us...

Song: If he wasn't crying about how sore he feels after his match with James. They take a Jon Dough T-Shirt and show everyone watching at home.

Alana: But trust me next time you see him he will be giving them away let along trying to get you to buy one....

Song: At http://www.scwrestling.net/extras/scwshop.php for $19.99... first 5,000 orders will get free shipping.

Alana: Yeah, Song has been wanting a shirt and she finally got it, it's like Christmas to her right now.

Song takes out a can of RC Cola.

Song: What? Did you think I was not going to have some RC before we went off the air?

Alana: I think they don't care

Song: Oh, I'm sure they don't but for they pay me enough not to care about rather they care or not.

Alana: Song.

Song: What?

Alana: Shut up and just drink your RC Cola.

Song: You don't get paid for saying the name of the product.

Alana takes Song's can of RC and takes a sip.

Song: Well I guess now is a good time to talk about Summer XXXtreme V

Alana: Nothing for you to talk about, you won't be there.

Song: Wait, what do you mean I won't be there?

Alana: You are needed back in Foshan, China.

Song: Says who?

Master Lilly: "Says me"

Song turns as does the camera. Master Lilly appears on the TV screen for the first time since Blaze of Glory. Song hops off the Table and takes a bow.

Song: Master Lilly.

Lin Ting Lu bows back at Song.

Master Lilly: Your visit in Foshan will be short but I'm afraid you won't make it back in time for the cruise ship.

Song: I understand Master... When do I leave?

Master Lilly: You leave tonight, Ted is out waiting to drive you to your home to gather the things you need.

Song not pleased storms off screen. Lin Ting Lu looks at Alana Allure.

Master Lilly: Don't worry she will be alright

Alana: What about you Master Lilly, will you be at the cruise ship?

Master Lilly: Of course I will be there.

Alana: Will I have a match?

Master Lilly: Well we will see, I would think it would be a non tag team match, but if they do put you in a tag team match then don't you worry, Someone managed to get herself on the boat and I know she would team with you in a heartbeat, even if it's just for one match.

Alana: Oh and who would that be?

Master Lilly: Who is not important right now. We will see what Mr. Ward or Mr. Underwood does first before anything else.

Alana: Hmm, this should be interesting.

Master Lilly: I will see if I can have a talk with them before we leave here tonight.

Another camera catches up with Song as she continues to make her way to the Elders Locker room. To the left we see Kris Halc leaning on a Coke Machine. Song stops and looks at him as he smirks displaying the Coke logo on air for all to see.

Song: And you, I'm so not in the mood for your shit right now.

Kris: You know, I get that a lot...

He turns the can in his hand so that the label faces the camera, popping the top on it.

Kris: You know what shit I'm never in the mood for? RC.

He smirks, lifting the can and taking an exaggerated drink from it before sighing, refreshed.

Kris: That hits the spot.

Song: Arrgh!!!

Song storms out even madder. The camera zooms in on Kris as he just watches on with a smirk on his face.

---

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone working out with the help of his wife Kaylee, off course that isn't the first thing we see as the camera opens with a close-up of Kaylee's ass before panning over to the rest of the scene.

Simone: I think that cameraman's about to lose his job but Steve is set to face J2H in tonight's Main Event in a non-title match, thoughts Jason?

Adams: ..........

Belinda face-palms as Steve finishes his workout, just as he finishes they are approached by Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms Rocky Mountains: What? No make-out session?

Steve: I need all the energy I can get for tonight's main event against Hunty!

Kaylee: Besides we're saving the sex for the post-match celebrations!

Ms Rocky Mountains: Off course you are, anyway, any final words for J2H?

Steve: I doesn't matter to me how many times Hunty reinvents himself because he will always be "The Brat Prince" James Huntington Hawkes the II to me and that's why I can't take that brat seriously as champion! After tonight maybe the whole world will see just how big a joke Hunty is as I kick the smug look right off his face.

Ms Rocky Mountains: If that doesn't call for a "Pot Calling the Kettle Black" joke I don't know what does.

Rocky mutters under her breath.

Steve: What?

Ms Rocky Mountains: Nothing!

Rocky walks off before Steve can question her further.

---

Justin: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is tonight's Main Event!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop and all get to their feet as they turn their attention to the curtain.

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

"I want what's coming to me."

"So what's coming to you?"

"The world chico, and everything in it"

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Andreas and Cyrus.

Justin: Introducing first...Being accompanied by Cyrus and Andreas...Weighing in at two hundred pounds from Queens, New York...The Fearless One Steve Ramone!!!

The three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they turn to the ramp in anticipation for Steve's opponent.

Simone: Can Steve ever come out to the ring with his oversized goons with him?

Adams: Good question! Let's ask hi--

Simone: It was a rhetorical question! Sit down!

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: And his opponent! 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 Steve, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Simone: Lots of ego in the ring right now. Both men exude it on a daily basis.

Adams: It's why I'm sure this will turn into one explosive match!

Simone: Indeed it will.

Cyrus, Andreas and Austin all take their places on the outside of the ring as J2H and Steve stand on opposite sides of the ring, staring one another down. Jasmine stands between the both of them, and then looks to the three men on the outside, issuing a single warning not to get involved. She looks back to Steve and J2H and finally calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Simone: And Steve wasting no time!

Adams: Does he ever?

As soon as the bell rings, Steve launches himself across the ring right at J2H! J2H ducks, however, and Steve goes flying into one of the corners and J2H spins around, nailing Steve in the back of the head with a vicious elbow! Steven spins around and J2H starts delivering a rapid fire series of hard right shots, trying to wear Steve down quickly and perhaps prove a point and the crowd is still on their feet going wild! Jasmine eventually has to order J2H away from Steve as he showed no signs of letting up on him! When J2H backs away, Steve shakes his head, trying to shake away the stars he's seeing.

Adams: J2H knocking Steve silly early on!

Simone: Steve might have gotten too confident too early with this one. J2H is going to be harder to beat than he seems to think.

J2H smirks as he stares at Steve, still in the corner, and once Steve is seeing straight again, he glares at J2H and shoves himself away from the corner! Both men charge right up to one another, locking arms as they attempt to gain momentum over the other. Steven pushes on J2H, but the champion pushes right back with just as much strength, but Steve refuses to give up! As J2H attempts to push steve towards the ropes, Steve gets a knee up, causing the hold to break and he follows it up with an elbow to the back of the head as J2H doubles over following the knee! Steve then takes J2H down with a swinging neckbreaker and then goes for the in!

Simone: Jasmine drops down for the count!

ONE...

TWO...

J2H kicks out!

Adams: Has anyone ever lost from a neckbreaker?

Simone: Not to my knowledge. That would be pretty embarrassing.

Steve jumps back to his feet quickly reaching down to bring J2H with him, but J2H clocks him with a hard right fist and kicks Steve in the gut! Steve stumbles back against the ropes, but saves himself from falling through to the outside, but Cyrus and Andreas are right there to help him if he had needed it! J2H kips up back to his feet and as Steve comes rushing right back towards him, he ducks a clothesline attempt, spins around quickly and kicks the back of Steve's leg, causing him to drop to his knees! J2H backs against the ropes and charges back at Steve, hitting him with a double boot to the back of the head! Steve faceplants to the canvas and J2H rolls him over for his own pin attempt!

Simone: Interesting move from the champion! It could be all over!

Adams: Somehow I don't think so...

ONE...

TWO...

Steve gets a shoulder up!

Adams: See...told ya...

J2H doesn't let up on Steve. He crouches over Steve, grabs his hair and pulls his head up just enough to start delivering vicious right shots, increasing with intensity as he tries to get the best of Steve. Cyrus and Andreas are watching closely from the outside, and Austin Parker has his own eyes set on Steve's goons as J2H continues to work on Steve. After several shots, J2H quickly gets to his feet and rushes over to one of the corners, steps outside and climbs to the top turnbuckle! He carefully walks along the edge of the top rope, towards the middle and keeps his eyes locked right on Steve before he jumps off the top rope delivering a legdrop right across Steve's throat! Steve's body goes limp and J2H covers him again!

Adams: Another pin attempt from the champ!

ONE...

TWO...

THR--NO! Steve kicks out just before the three count and J2H can't believe it!

Simone: Close but no cigar!

Adams: Good. Cigars are gross.

J2H looks like he's about to argue with Jasmine over a possible slow count, but he just rolls his eyes and moves on. He gets back to his feet, and pulls Steve up by his hair. Steve's arms are dangling in front of him, as he seems to be completely out of it but when J2H goes to stand him up further, Steve takes him off guard, hits him with an uppercut and then a standing drop kick that sends him crashing through the ropes and to the ground outside! Cyrus and Andreas are just a few feet away, but they keep their distance, especially as Austin Parker makes his way around the ring, his eyes locked right on them!

Simone: I'd be careful if I were them. You don't want to piss off Austin Parker.

Adams: Why? What happens?

Simone: Seriously? Have you not paid attention at all over the last...how many years?!

Adams: Ummm...

Steve climbs to the top turnbuckle as J2H tries to stand up and recover and Cyrus and Andreas back away. J2H is leaning against the ring apron and when he turns towards Steve, Steve jumps off the top rope, doing a somersault in mid air! J2H darts forward and ducks it and somehow Steve manages to land on his feet and when he spins around he's met with a superkick right to the jaw and he collapses back on to the ground!

Simone: Amazing landing by Steve there, but it came back to bite him...

Adams: Right in the kisser!

Simone: I was going to say the ass, but that works just as well.

J2H pulls himself up to the ring apron, staring down at Steve as Jasmine shouts at him to get back in the ring! Her warning goes ignored and she's forced to start her count! J2H walks along the ring apron, looking down at Steve and he jumps down to Steve, delivering a double foot stomp right to Steve's midsection!

Adams: Ouch! I felt that one! And I...can't...breathe...

Simone: Good, maybe you'll pass out in a few minutes so I can get some peace!

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Steve holds his gut as J2H pulls him up and leans him against the front barricade! The fans are snapping pictures and cheering as J2H grabs a cell phone from one of the fans, taking a picture of a vulnerable Steve from his point of view and then hands it back to the excited fan! J2H then hits him with a knee to the midsection!

Adams: Steve's midsection is really taking a beating tonight.

Simone: I'm sure Steve will have a fun time with his nurse later...

Adams: His nurse? I thought she was a pornstar!

Simone: Ugh...why do I bother? Really?aa

FOUR...

FIVE...

SIX...

J2H stops Steve from crumbling right back down to floor as he grabs his hair once again and sends him flying against the ring apron! Steve's ribs bounce off the ring apron.

SEVEN...

EIGHT...

Simone: And AGAIN to the midsection. He's gonna have some serious bruising.

Adams: Or busted ribs. Or both!

When he stumbles back, J2H grabs him by the back of the head and his tights and tosses him back in the ring under the bottom rope and J2H follows suit as Jasmine stops her count. J2H reaches down to pull a near dead weight Steve Ramone back up to his feet when Cyrus jumps up to the ring apron on the opposite side of the ring, in an effort to distract J2H! Jasmine rushes over to Cyrus, ordering him down from the ring, but Cyrus continues to shout at J2H, but J2H rolls his eyes and ignores him with a laugh! Austin Parker, however, has other plans as he grabs a steel chair from the timekeepers area and rushes over to Cyrus and Andreas, ready to swing the chair wildly!

Simone: THAT is what happens when you piss off Austin Parker!

Adams: Yikes! They better run!

Simone: I think they're about to!

Cyrus jumps down from the ring apron, joining Andreas once again, but Austin Parker continues to stalk them with the steel chair, eventually backing them towards the ramp! He blocks them from getting anywhere near the ring again to try and save their boss, the "Fearless" one. J2H is about to set up Steve for his finisher, but Steve gets right back in it as he fights back, hits J2H with a suplex following it up into a roll up pin where he grabs J2H's tights, but Jasmine doesn't see!

Simone: He's got the tights!

Adams: No fair! That's cheating!

Simone: Gee! Ya think?!?!

ONE...

TWO...

THR--NO! J2H manages to kick out just in time!

Simone: J2H won't forget that one, I can assure you that.

Adams: What? What happened?

Simone: You're fired, Jason. I'm seriously firing you...

J2H rolls back and away from Steve, absolutely LIVID! He shouts at Jasmine for not noticing, but turns his focus back to Steve, who just smirks. J2H rushes at Steve and the two begin exchanging lefts and rights in the center of the ring, Steve clearly more exhausted than J2H at this point, but he's fighting with everything he has in him! He eventually gets a rush of adrenaline as he starts firing away rapidly at J2H before he grabs him by the arm, backs him against the ropes and whips him across the ring! J2H rebounds back as Steve leans forward going for the back body drop, but J2H gets him with a boot to the face!

Adams: Steve, meet J2H's boot!

Simone: Wonder how that one tasted.

Adams: Eww...why would you want to know how J2H's boot tastes?

J2H goes to follow it up quickly with a clothesline, but Steve ducks and both men spin around towards one another. Steve grabs J2H by the arm again, going to back him against the ropes and whip him across the ring again, but J2H reverses it, gets his foot up against Steve's face and drops down in an inverted stomp facebreaker!

Simone: KISS THIS! He hit the Kiss This!

Adams: And now he's going for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner...J2H!!!!

J2H's music hits as he stands up and Jasmine raises his hand in victory! Cyrus and Andreas are backed all the way towards the curtain at this point as Austin tosses the steel chair down and turns around, heading back to the ring!

Simone: Great momentum for J2H heading into Summer XXXTreme!

Adams: Not so great momentum for Steve, though!

Steve rolls out of the ring slowly, holding his face and midsection as Austin gets back into the ring, joining J2H. As Steve heads up the ramp, disappointed, Cyrus and Andreas join him once again, each throwing an arm around him and helping him towards the back as J2H continues his celebration in the ring!

Simone: That's all the time we have for tonight folks!

Adams: Aww! I want more!

Simone: Too bad. You'll have to wait two weeks like everyone else!

Adams: Oh alright. I'm Jason Adams!

Simone: And I'm Belinda Simone! For everyone here in SCW, we'll see you all in two weeks at Summer XXXTreme!

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Marge, Gerrit, The Lord MK, Jenny, Annie, Andy, Mercedes, Erik, Wong, Polly. Also again to Annie for the cool match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!