Climax Control

The camera opens up on a somber sight within Sam's Town in Laughlin, Nevada. The crowd is in a hushed quiet as on the stage stands every active SCW Superstar and Bombshell; every current champion from Calvin Harris to Mikah, Evie Baang to Kris Halc line the entrance aisle... Stars from SCW's past are onhand, standing within the huddled masses of their peers. The staff members of SCW line the aisle, referees and backstage reporters; Jasmine to Drew, to Miss Rocky to Scott Oliver and Janet the Makeup Lady. And in the forefront are none other than Co-Owners, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood.

Even from their broadcast position, Belinda Simone and Jason Adams have removed their headsets and stand.

From inside of the ring, Justin Decent holds up the microphone...

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I would ask you all now to please rise for a moment of silence, as we ring the bell ten times in honor of the passing of one of Sin City Wrestling's own, "Blaque Hart" Bruce Evans.

One by one, the crowd onhand stands up and the murmurs fall to a hush as the screen above the stage comes to life...

Through the ringing of the bell, the camera pans the faces of the Superstars and Bombshells; some with heads bowed low, others looking up, some with dry eyes and a number with tears flowing freely at the loss of one of their own. Many even in the audience have wet eyes.

And upon the sound of the final bell, the fans as well as the wrestlers and staff alike, applaud heartily and the crowd chants...

BLAQUE HART! BLAQUE HART! BLAQUE HART!!!

And the scene slowly fades out...




OG Bobby Johnson by Que hits the arena. A thick smoke fills the stage and ramp areas as the bass vibrates through the area. As the beat drops, Andre Aquarius emerges on the stage, hyping himself up and soaking in a chorus of boos. A flickering strobe goes along as well with the beat and Andre makes his way down the entrance ramp, pounding a fist against his chest. He steps through the ropes, surveying his surroundings. He climbs to the top turn buckle, mouthing the words to the song before dropping down and leaning against the ropes as he waits for his opponent.

Justin: Introducing from Slab City California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy pounds, Andre Aquarius!

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

Justin: And his opponent...from Montreal Canada...Killian Sweete!

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

Simone: Tonight Andre Aquarius is making his SCW debut against one of the number one contenders to the tag titles.

Adams: Good luck to this young man, he is going to need it because there is the bell.

DING DING DING!

Andre and Killian meet in the middle of the ring. Andre smirks at the Black Sheep member which is returned by an unconcerned Killian which drives the smile from Andre's face and results in an eye poke from Aquarius. Killian staggers away holding his eye as Andre throws up his hands revelling in the booing of the fans. Killian blinks rapidly to clear his vision as Andre moves to grab him by the shoulder and turns him before grabbing his wrist and whipping him into the ropes and catches him with a clothesline that takes him to the mat. Sweete rolls out of the ring to recover near Porter who watches his twin then turns to prevent Andre from attacking.

Simone: Porter Sweete running interference for his brother.

Adams: Are you sure it isn't Killian running interference for Porter??

Simone: If you were paying attention, Porter has street clothes on and Killian is dressed to wrestle.

Andre sits on the middle rope and holds the ropes open for Killian who moves to get on the apron and slide between the ropes from the opposite side of the ring. Aquarius shakes his head with a laugh then stands up only to be grabbed by Killian and irish whipped off the ropes and then hit with a tilt a whirl backbreaker that has him arching in pain on the mat as Killian stalks towards him and pulls him up to a vertical base. Kicking Andre in the midsection, Killian moves to set him up with a northern lights suplex that he arches into a pin.

ONE!

Andre kicks out and rolls over to his stomach as Killian rolls to his feet. Turning towards Aquarius, Killian begins to help him to his feet but is surprised by Andre who "accidentally" kicks Killian between the legs as the referee is out of position and can't see. Killian clutches himself and falls to the mat in pain. Drew Patton checks on Killian then turns to warn Aquarius to keep it clean with Andre arguing that he is keeping it clean. Killian rolls towards the ropes and pulls himself up slowly and painfully as Andre moves closer to reach for Sweete. Killian swiftly spins and takes Andre down with a discus clothesline that gives him a bit of a moment to recover from the low blow. Andre rolls to the ropes and as Killian moves towards him, he slides out under the bottom rope.

Adams: Aquarius putting some space between him and Killian right now.

As Killian mocks Andre by opening the ropes and sitting on the middle one, Aquarius gets on the apron and catches Killian with a clothesline that lays him out on the ropes. Turning quickly, Aquarius sends Killian to the floor with a leg drop. Porter moves around the ring slowly towards the two of them as Andre is quick to his feet and backs up from Killian who glares at him as Andre taunts him. Patton tells both wrestlers to get in the ring. Andre rolls under the bottom rope as Killian stalks towards the ringsteps and climbs them slowly as Andre taunts him into the ring.

Simone: I don't think that Andre wants to be taunting Sweete like that...

Killian slides between the ropes as Andre rushes towards him. Sweete manages to avoid contact and as Aquarius rebounds off the ropes, Killian catches his head and bulldogs him to the canvas. Aquarius grabs at his head as Killian rolls him over and grabs his leg for a roll up.

ONE!

TWO!

Andre kicks out with authority as Killian slams his hands on the canvas and glares at Patton who is motioning a two count to the timekeeper. Sweete gets to his feet and pulls Andre up and steps into his side, catching him with a Russian legsweep. Andre once more catches his head in his hands and kicks at the canvas. Killian slowly gets to his feet and sneers down at Aquarius who is getting to his hands and knees and crawling to the corner. Backing up, Killian watches as Andre pulls himself up in the corner. As Aquarius sags in the corner, Killian charges across and slams a running knee into the head of Andre forcing back to the mat in the corner. Killian backs away with urging from Drew as Andre pulls himself up slowly. Pushing past Dre Patton, Killian charges in as Andre throws himself to the side to avoid a clothesline.

Simone: Aquarius just saved himself a lot of hurt right there.

Adams: Perfect example of knowing what is going on in the ring.

Spinning quickly, Andre begins to pepper Killian with punches in the corner where Sweete tries to cover his head. As Andre backs up, Killian charges towards him only to be caught with an uppercut that sends Killian to the mat clutching his chin. Andre leaps up on the ropes and gets to the top as Killian is getting to his feet and launches himself toward Sweete with a cross body that brings him to the mat. Rolling though, Aquarius gets to his feet and rushes across the ring to hit an enziguri. With Killian on the mat, Andre rolls him over for a cover.

ONE!

TW...

Killian forces his shoulder off the mat as Andre mounts him and starts to throw hard punches into the head of Sweete who covers his head. Drew begins to warn Andre as suddenly the music of Holly Wood starts to play. The former referee comes out on stage and glares at Andre in the ring who stops pummelling Sweete and gets to his feet. Holly stays on the stage looking angrily at Aquarius who taunts Ms Wood to come down to the ring. Killian meanwhile gets to his feet and stalks towards Andre who throws his hands up in the air at Holly Wood. Ducking close enough, Sweete attempts the Beautiful Disaster but is blocked as Andre powers his arms down and turns to Killian and kicks him in the midsection.

Adams: Andre just avoided the beautiful disaster!

Killian is staggered as Andre once more looks up at Holly Wood. Sweete charges towards him but Aquarius hits Killian with a pepekick out of nowhere that sends him to the mat. Killian moves to get to his hands and knees as Andre kips up and then leaps to bring his knee down on the back of Killian's head driving it into the mat.

Killian rolls to sit on the mat as Andre moves behind him and locks in a surfboard stretch.

Simone: Andre calls this the twelve years a wave...

Adams: Radical and Narly would so love this move...fits right in for the Surf Boys.

Killian screams in pain as he fights off the hold but Aquarius arches it back harder. Sweete tries to reach for the ropes with his foot but can't quite make it. Fighting harder, he tries to roll from side to side in an attempt to break the hold. Finally, he manages in his back and forth momentum to be able to put his foot on the rope but before Drew can break up the hold, Andre pulls him to the middle of the ring and slaps on the hold once more. With no where to do, Killian submits and Drew motions for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match...ANDRE AQUARIUS!

Andre releases the hold and lifts his arms in victory.

Simone: What a debut for Andre Aquarius. He looks like he might be one to watch.

Adams: Maybe not the way that Holly Wood is watching him.

Holly Wood watches from the stage as Andre celebrates.




The lights get cut off leaving the inside of the arena pitch black. Suddenly, bright white lights shine down from the screen atop the stage and "Pure Morning" starts to blast through the arena speakers. The word 'PURE' can be seen flashing across it in big black letters against a white background.

Simone: Apparently our Roulette Champion isn't going to just be enjoying the show from the backstage area tonight.

Adams: Should I be nervous right now?

Kris steps through the curtain, his eyes down at the ground, and out onto the stage as the words of the song start. The lights around the edge of the stage send bright white pillars of light up to the ceiling of the arena, and he stops between them at the top of the ramp.

Simone: The last time we got an unscheduled appearance like this from Kris was when he declared his intentions to pursue the championship now over his shoulder.

Adams: You don't think he's going to J2H us, is he?

The cameras come up the ramp as he finally raises his eyes to look out into the arena. The Roulette Championship is over his shoulder, but the champion is not in his ring gear. Instead the champion has dressed up in his own way. He is wearing the bright orange 'Kris and Mikah Show' shirt, but under a black blazer.

Simone: He certainly doesn't look like he's coming out here to fight.

Adams: After what we saw Dmitri do to him last week, you think there is any fight left in him? This could be some horrible announcement. He could be leaving!

Simone: Somehow I doubt that.

The camera passes him, we get behind him as he starts walking down the ramp. Uncharacteristically he reaches out to a few outstretched hands, slapping only those that are wearing a shirt identical to his. At ringside, he takes the championship off of his shoulder, climbing up the stairs. He holds it up just for a second before stepping through the middle and top ropes and into the ring.

Adams: Something seems weird about this.

Kris re-shoulders the Roulette Championship and taps the top of his closed right hand with his left palm, a silent call for a microphone. Almost instantly one is tossed from ringside, that he easily catches. As soon as he does, the music cuts, with the lights in the arena coming back up. With the music gone, the mixed cheers and boos are much more clear.

Simone: Not even the fans know how to react to Kris right now.

Adams: That's because they don't know if he is going to make them laugh or call them stupid.

Simone: I would put money on both.

Kris walks around the ring, waiting for the reaction to his presence to die down before trying to attempt to talk over it. Once more people are waiting for him to answer their questions, instead of chattering amongst themselves, he raises the microphone.

Kris: I realize that old, useless statisticians like Mercedes Vargas will probably try to correct me, but I wanted to come out here tonight and talk a little bit. What could I have to talk about? Dmitri snapping like the sore loser I said he was? Are absentee, at least as of late, half-assed replacement for J2H? Samuel "Mediocrity" Devereaux? The ecstatic feeling of having a few weeks free of talking about The Bad Boys? A pizza delivery guy finally making good on winning a championship after about thirty failed attempts in a row?

Each statement comes with its very own mixed reaction from the fans. What starts out as more mixed cheers and laughs eventually gives into wide pockets of boos before the end. Kris does not seem to mind at all.

Kris: All of those would have been good guesses. Another good guess could have been me coming out to tell all of you goodbye. I mean that's not unheard of. We have seen a bored champion come out, throw down the title, and announce they are taking off for a little bit. J2H did it. Despy did it. Why not me, right?

Almost at once the attitude of the crowd seems to shift. The boos cut off, but most of the cheers as well. The entire audience seems to break into chatter as friends turn to each other, asking questions only Kris could answer. He does not torture them for too long though.

Kris: Before you break into any 'please don't go' style chants, don't bother. I'm not going anywhere, and I'm also not out here to talk about any of that other shit that I listed off. I am out here to talk about one thing, and one thing only, and that is my First 100 Days as Roulette Champion.

It is mostly a response to the collective sigh of relief, but the way he sets it up gets the entire crowd to cheer loudly as he finishes. It was impressive really. With any other lead in, the topic would have probably gotten just as much of a mixed reaction as he had when he first came out.

Kris: I mean, I haven't technically gotten to that point yet. This is day 98, but we have an arena full of people tonight that I'm just not going to find on Tuesday. I figured that nobody was going to mind if I did it tonight instead. If you aren't interested though, just say the word and I can leave.

He lowers the microphone and points towards the entrance ramp, but the crowd bands together to yell 'NO!' at him, squashing the idea. The champion holds up his hands, nodding, like he is caving into their demands instead of doing what he planned on doing no matter what their reaction was.

Kris: 100 days is a pretty long time. It's longer than all of Xander Bishop's combined runs in SCW for instance. It's longer than people are going to stay interested in Calvin Harris' angry asshole shtick. It's more days as champion than Steve Ramone has been a useful member of the roster. However, 100 days does not seem even half as long as one of those horrendous Mean Girls promo, thank god those days are over....

Again, the crowd unifies, this time in cheers for the fact that the group they have hated for years is finally gone, by all appearances.

Kris: I took a championship that nobody gave a damn about, and made it the most stable championship on the roster. Christian and Mark knew it was a smart idea to give me an opportunity because I am the person that people think of when they hear about SCW. You give the most important person on the roster the championship you want to make look good. I did that. I ended the hot potato game going on between Ryan Keys, James Tuscini, Steve Ramone, and Travis Andrews. I beat all of them, and cleared out all of the rematch clauses that were piling up from them squabbling amongst themselves. I did what none of them could do. Something that only I could. In the process, just about every other championship on this roster has changed hands, but I have yet to even lose a match as champion.

Some fans are displeased with the shots at the Internet Champion and Ryan Keys and break off from the majority to voice that displeasure in spite of the majority of cheers.

Kris: I have showed up, unlike other champions in the company. I have gone out of my way to do more than everyone. Whether that be by way of fan events, the Kris and Mikah Show, always being backstage having a good time, or coming out here and dominating inside this ring, I'm doing it. I have two small kids at home, but when it is time for the show, I am here. I might not hold the top tier championship in this company, but I do hold the one that matters the most right now. I might not compete every show, but when I do I am always pushing the Roulette division, and giving you all matches that previous champions would have prefered to hide from. I'm out here beating contenders for other titles, and other champions, and there is not a damn thing that any of them can do about it. I get under everyone's skin. I beat them inside of this ring. I represent this company, my championship, and my whole division better than anyone else in this company.

The crowd seems reluctant to cheer for him, feelings like they are on the brink of this turning into something that they were not going to like.

Kris: There is not a single person in the back that can come out and say any of that is a lie. There's not going to be someone to come out and disagree with me. However, there are people coming out here night, after night, and trying to claim that they are most important than they are. People like a top champion that is probably going to disappear soon, only to resurface by kicking the shit out of someone that none of you will remember. People like Steve Ramone talk about this being their company, when they are an afterthought, if they get any thought at all from the fans. Then you have people like Griffin Hawkins, who I have all the respect for in the world, but who is out of his mind if he thinks this company is his for the taking.

He takes the Roulette Championship from his shoulder, holding it up for the crowd to see. He looks up at it, lingering on it for a few seconds silently.

Kris: I have made this championship something worth paying attention to, for the first time in a long time. What I came out to remind all of you though, is that my first 100 days, means that there are only 50 or so left. This isn't some announcement of how I am going to hang onto this championship forever. This isn't me saying that I found my place in this world, or this company. This is me putting everyone on notice that they are only safe from me for another two months. I am going to break the record, and become the longest reigning, most dominant Roulette Champion in the history of this company in just over fifty days. After that, people like Dmitri and Calvin Harris won't have to argue over who is most deserving to carry this company. They can kick back and watch as I take the only prize I have yet to win in this company, and hang onto it until long after people forget that either of them were ever in contention for it.

He lowers the title, not putting it back down on his shoulder, but keeping it in his hand. One end of the strap actually brushes against the mat.

Kris: I have so much left to do in these fifty days, and afterwards I'm going to do all those things most of you said I never could. People need to stop thinking that this double champion rule is going to save them or stop me. Talk shit, and I don't need your title to close your mouth. Think I'm not going to throw down this title when I'm done and come after any of you for real after I break the record? Think again. Waiting for me to lose? It's not gonna happen. The guys in the back need to wake up, because if the last ten months haven't been a big enough hint, they are about to get run over.

He drops the microphone, but the sound it makes when it hits the mat is cut off by Pure Morning blasting through the PA system. Kris holds up the title again as we cut away.




Christian Underwood is seen before an SCW backdrop logo.

Christian: When Mark delivered the news to me that Bruce Evans had passed on, it felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. I went out of breath, and kept thinking to myself, 'This isn't true. It can't be!' I went to work in the misguided hopes that when I got home, it would turn out to be some kind of horrible mistake, but...

He frowns and shakes his head sadly.

Christian: It wasn't, and despite the time that's passed since we found out, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that we lost a member of our family. Someone that came into our roster and we watched evolve over time. He came to us, and I don't think I ever saw anyone, man or woman, evolve the way that he did. He had such precision, and was always wanting to learn and to grow. he never stopped training. He asked for advice when he felt he needed it most. He started out at the bottom, but he rose. Fast.

He nods seriously.

Christian: There is a definite reason why Bruce became the first Internet Champion. It was because he earned it. And just when we thought he couldn't pull anything new out of the dark?

Christian laughs.

Christian: That time when he was pulled from the closet on-air, all I could think was 'Holy (beep)!' That was not planned. I knew nothing about it! And when it happened, I found Mark and he was as astounded as I! Bruce shocked everyone, NOBODY saw that coming! And all I could do was applaud and say 'BRAVO!' if people were not talking about him before, they sure as hell were now and he kept his name on the tips of the world's tongues!

He settles back.

Christian: I think what hurts the most is finding out that he passed away last year without our knowledge. We had spoken with him in 2016, talking to him about a return and he seemed genuinely interested. Mark wanted him back, I wanted him back. But we lost touch after awhile, and I guess I believed at the time that he had lost interest. Never in my worst nightmares would I have...

Christian shakes his head sadly, eyes rimmed red and he inhales deeply.

Christian: We lost a member of our family, and it hurts. But the one silver lining to this cloud is that he's better now, in a better place. He was a wonderful man, and he is going to be missed terribly.

Fade out.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage ... Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd applauds as a spotlight opens up on the stage, illuminating SCW's hostess. She is clad in a long sleeve, full length black gown that shimmers beneath the light. Red hair curling along her shoulders, she stands stoically, hands clasped before her waist as the music begins...

Amanda: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

And into the spotlight steps special guest, Holly Wood to much fanfare, in a strapless, sleeveless, burgundy gown.

Holly: It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Together: Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Holly: Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.

Amanda: Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Together: Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

The two end the song with their foreheads against one another's, as the spotlight slowly fades out.




Three time former World Bombshell Champion and Hall of Famer, Misty, is seen sitting in front of the camera with a somber look on her face. She takes in a deep breath and gathers her thoughts for a moment before she finally starts to speak.

Misty: I can't remember a time where I've ever had to do something like this, and although life can be unfair and throw these curveballs at us, I never truly expected to have to do this, either. I didn't know Bruce Evans on a personal level. I never really had much interaction with him at all, but like so many others, I watched and witnessed the performances he put on during his time here in SCW. Bruce Evans was nothing short of entertaining. Whether you loved him or down right hated him and his anti-american antics, Bruce Evans was passionate about everything that he did. He was dedicated and loyal to SCW no matter what, and for that, he will always have my respect. I was shocked and saddened to hear of his passing, and I can say with honesty that there will never be another person like Bruce Evans to walk through those SCW doors. My only regret is that I never got to work with him or his wife, but I'm just glad I got to watch him do what he loved to do and that I at least have those memories. Rest In Peace, Bruce. You will be missed.




Justin: Our next match is a special request match with Ryan Keys facing off against Holly Wood.

Simone: The announcement by Holly Wood at Climax Control 188 where Holly mentioned he wanted to leave the Referee department and return back into the ring as a wrestler was a surprise to everyone. Holly made a special request that he wanted to face the sexiest wrestler on the Roster so here we are with a match between Holly Wood and Ryan Keys.

Adams: There's a lot of wrestlers on the Roster who feel they are the sexiest so they must be disappointed to find out that Ryan Keys was determined to be the sexiest wrestler to face Holly Wood in this match.

Justin: The first participant in this match hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and he stands in at five feet eleven inches and one hundred eighty pounds, please give a warm Laughlin, Nevada, welcome to "THE EXHIBITIONIST" RYAN KEYS!

"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. The Laughlin, Nevada, crowd goes wild as Ryan Keys is from Nevada. As Ryan's entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan is wearing a Black tight tank top with "KEY STYLE" lettering, and under it is his small wet look ring trunk. His "Key Hole" designed knee high boots and arm bands with the words "RYAN" in one and "KEYS" on the other showed off his style. Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of 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. Ryan then walks to a corner to lean back to wait for the arrival of his opponent Holly Wood.

Simone: I love the confidence Ryan Keys shows when he makes his entrance. I also enjoy that he shows off his flexibility to the fans when he arrives at the ring.

Adams: I'm sure Holly Wood is also enjoying how flexible Ryan Keys is.

Justin: The next participant in this match, and the wrestler who made the special request to face the sexiest wrestler in Sin City Wrestling, hails from Hollywood, California, and he stands in at five feet eight inches and one hundred sixty five pounds, please give a great Laughlin, Nevada, welcome to HOLLY WOOD!

"Hollywood" by Collective Soul begins playing with the upbeat music kicking in fast. White lights flash periodically to the beat as the curtains part slightly. Holly Wood wastes no time in moving forward to the stage. Holly waves to the audience as they cheer loudly for her. She is wearing a sparkling gown that drapes down to her feet, and her long blonde hair bounces behind her as she is all smiles. She walks from each side of the stage, striking poses for the fans. She then leans down and accepts a rose from one of the fans, smelling it before she moves back toward the center of the stage, pointing down to Justin Decent and nodding her head with the sweetest of smiles on her face. The crowd cheers even more loudly as Holly does a cartwheel, shedding the gown as she comes over, turning it into a set of sparkling wings, only to reveal a tight fitting sparkling sports bra and hot pants with a stylish belt and large buckle. She looks from side to side as the fans reach out for her. She smiles and does her best to greet each one, touching hands, and even kissing a young child on the cheek before moving to the opposite side. She gives the same treatment before sashaying around the ring, touching hands, hugging fans, and even stopping for a photo op with one of them. Once she's made it around the ring, she spins around, waving the wings before dropping them to the ground and climbing onto the apron very gingerly. Once there, she bends over to give a good look at her backside. After pausing for a moment, she leans over the top rope and rolls over, and through the middle rope, and strikes a pose, before falling back over the bottom rope. She pauses and does a classic "beach" style pose, looking around and smiling, kicking her legs back and forth, sprawled out on the mat, in time with the theme music. She then gets up from the mat, and walks to the opposite corner to climb up and rally the fans on this side, before going to the center of the ring and doing the Death Drop pose. Holly gets to her feet and goes to the corner opposite to where Ryan Keys is located and she stares at him, sizing Ryan up, and blowing kisses to him.

Adams: This must be very confusing for Ryan Keys. He's in a Men's Division match against a wrestler who just came to the ring dressed as a woman.

Simone: Well, Duh, Jason, Holly Wood is a Drag Queen so of course he wants to make his entrance dressed as his Drag Queen character. Holly's ring attire and appearance isn't any different than a wrestler coming to the ring dressed as a character different from the way they normally look. Still the same person inside. Also Ryan Keys is a professional wrestler and he knows what he is doing. Not sure if he is ready for the wrestling style of someone like Holly Wood but we will find out shortly.

Referee Jacob Summers calls both wrestlers to the middle of the ring so he can run down the information on how this match will run. He informs the two this is a Singles Rules match and he wants a clean match. He asks Ryan Keys and Holly Wood to shake hands and they do. Summers then asks the two to return to their corners to wait for the Timekeeper's bell to officially start the match. Ryan Keys turns around to return to his corner and he is greeted by Holly Wood reaching out and grabbing his butt cheeks and squeezing them. Ryan is surprised by this maneuver by Holly while Referee Summers asks Holly to behaving and return to the corner to await the bell. Ryan looks across the ring at Holly Wood and he received a wink from Holly.

DING DING DING!

This match is officially underway. Ryan cautiously comes out of the corner not knowing what to expect from Holly in this match. Keys is aware that Wood may be a bit unorthodox when it comes to wrestling but Ryan is also aware that Holly does possess good wrestling skills. The two lock up in a collar and elbow and jockey for position. The two push back and forth trying to maneuver the other backward into the ropes or into a corner. Ryan Keys finally manages to back Holly Wood into a corner and Referee Jacob Summers orders Ryan to break. Keys removes his hold on Wood and then he looks over at Referee Summers. When Ryan turns his attention away from Holly we watch as Wood politely leans in and gives a light kiss on the cheek of Keys. Ryan starts complaining to Jacob Summers but Summers informs Keys there is nothing in the rules preventing that type of move or behavior. Summers informs Keys to get back into the match.

Adams: Should moves like that be allowed in a wrestling match?

Simone: Nothing in the rules against it.

As Ryan Keys turns to face Holly Wood he is quickly hit with a dropkick. Ryan goes down on the mat and Holly walks over to help Keys get to his feet. Once Ryan is pulled up to his feet Holly hits him with a DDT and then goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Keys gets his shoulder up to break the pinfall at a two count. Ryan rolls to the side and gets to his feet, He looks over at Wood who is grinning at him as he knows he just caught Ryan off guard and that Keys now realizes that Wood knows his way around the ring. Holly Wood makes the move with outstretched arms to offer a lock up for a test of strength. Ryan Keys is hesitant but he locks hands with Holly and the two work for the advantage. Holly Wood manages to maneuver Ryan Keys to where she gets his arms down to the side but Ryan steps out by kicking the arm of Holly causing wood to let go of his hand. Keys they spins and lands a kick to the side of Wood's head which staggers Holly to the side. Ryan then leaps up grabbing Holly in a head scissors and he flips Wood to the mat. Holly Wood quickly gets to her feet and when Holly goes to grab Ryan we see Keys grab holly and execute a spinning snap neck breaker and then he goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

This time it is Holly Wood who gets a shoulder up to stop the count at two. Ryan Keys is upset he missed the pin<

Simone: After an initial odd beginning to this match it has turned into a pretty good back and forth.

Ryan is ready to go on the attack against Holly again but Wood puts a hand up to indicate he wants to issue a challenge to Keys. Ryan is again cautious but decides to find out what Holly is up to. Wood informs Keys he wants both wrestlers to play the crowd to see who gets a better reaction. Since Ryan loves playing the crowd, especially the women, he agrees. Holly starts by strutting and swaying around the ring, flipping her hair, blowing kisses, and the crowd is going wild over the performance. When Holly is done she stops and motions for Ryan to give his performance. Ryan struts around the ring, he poses, he flexes his muscles, and he thrusts his hips forward. He gets a great reaction from the women in the crowd but the men in the crowd seem unimpressed. Holly asks Referee Jacob Summers to ask the audience for their final call on the challenge by holding his hand over their head to judge their reaction. Summers places his hand over the head of Ryan Keys and the crowd, mostly the women, cheer wildly. When Summers places his hand over the head of Holly Wood everyone cheers and Holly readily accepts that she won the challenge.

Adams: That was a strange incident but both wrestlers agreed to it so it is in the record books.

Holly extends a hand to offer a handshake for Ryan being a good sport. The instant Keys grabs Wood's hand for a handshake Holly pulls Ryan hard toward her and hits Ryan with a clothesline. Holly then drags Ryan to his feet and whips him into the ropes where he catches Keys with a drop kick. Keys is slow to get to his feet and as he is leaning against the ropes Holly Wood rushes him and clotheslines him over the top rope to the arena floor. Ryan doesn't appear to be hurt but he is dazed. Wood is told to remain in the ring by Jacob Summers but Holly exits the ring anyway to go on the attack. Summers begins a count on both wrestlers on the outside of the ring.

ONE!

Holly walks over to Ryan Keys and the two start punching it out. Ryan lands a hard punch to the face of Holly and Holly responds by ramming Ryan by wrapping her arms around the body of Keys and driving him back into the announcers table. Keys hits his back on the announcers table and he drops to the arena floor on his back. Holly steps back just as a large pitcher of water falls off the table spilling a significant amount of water onto the wrestling trunks of Ryan Keys. The water soaked trunks highlight Ryan's package and the expression on Holly's face can only be described as shock and excitement as Holly points to Ryan's groin and the cameraman gets a shot of it.

TWO!

Holly drags Ryan to his feet and she walks Keys over to the ring where she shoves him up on the ring apron.

THREE!

Holly walks over to the ring steps and climbs up on the ring apron and then she pulls herself over the ropes and into the ring. Ryan rolls under the ropes into the ring and the count on the two wrestlers stop. Ryan gets to his feet and Holly Wood approaches him. When Holly goes to grab Ryan we see Keys maneuver behind Wood and grab him around the waist. It appears as if Ryan Keys is going to hit Holly Wood with a suplex. Before Ryan can get the right leverage to lift Holly over his head for a suplex we see Holly Wood stick her butt back into the groin of Ryan Keys and she starts moving it around in a sensual manner. Ryan lets go of the hold and backs off while he complains to Referee Jacob Summers again shrugs his shoulders and he informs Keys that there is nothing against the rules of one wrestler grinding their behind on the groin of the other.

Simone: I feel kind of sorry for Ryan Keys. He doesn't like the behavior shown by Holly Wood but the Referee had to inform him those maneuvers and holds by Holly are not against the rules so he has to deal with them.

Adams: Yeah it's a drag.

Simone: Oh you just had to say it eh?

Adams: What?

Ryan Keys is ticked off and he starts getting aggressive. Ryan lays a few forearm smashes to the head and neck of Holly. This stuns Holly and then Ryan grabs Wood by the arm and whips her hard into the ropes. Ryan charges toward Holly and Wood jumps up and then lands doing the splits. Keys doesn't know what to think about that move but he's traveling so quickly he cannot stop and he slams into Holly's face busting his crotch on her face is what can be described as an accidental low blow. Ryan collapses on the mat holding his groin and moaning. Holly gets to her feet and when Ryan sits up she lands a hard spinning kick to the side of Ryan's head knocking him back on the mat. Holly Wood then runs to the ropes, rebounds, steps over Ryan Keys, then she hits Ryan with a Shining Star Press. Holly hooks the leg of Ryan for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Referee Jacob Summers orders Holly Wood to get off Ryan Keys and she does. He asks Holly to move away from Ryan and she does.

Justin: Here is your winner of this match, by pinfall, using her Sashay Away Shining Star Press finisher, give it up for HOLLY WOOD!!!

Jacob Summers raises the hand of Holly Wood for the victory and the crowd rises up in a rousing cheer for Holly. We watch as Holly Wood walks over to Ryan Keys to check on him to see how he's doing. She massages the face of Ryan who starts to recover. Wood then leans in to offer a kiss to fully revive him and this totally revives Ryan who rolls out of the way, gets to his feet, and motions for Holly Wood to leave him alone. Holly shrugs her shoulders and then she gracefully leaves the ring. On her way up the ramp to return to the backstage area she plays up the fans with handshakes, blowing kisses, and making their evening enjoyable. Once Holly Wood has returned to the backstage area we return our attention to ringside. Ryan Keys is having a discussion with Referee Jacob Summers about the incidents which took place during the match and again Referee Summers informs Keys the things Holly Wood did were fully within the rules of the match. Ryan realizes he is losing this argument so he leaves the ring and quickly makes his way up the ramp. Just before he steps into the backstage area he turns and waves to the crowd who give him a rousing cheer for his performance in the match.




Backstage Sam Marlowe can be seen standing beside Pussy Willow who has her microphone up at her chin.

Pussy Willow: Tonight Sam you face Mercedes Vargas for the Roulette title, do you have anything to say about this?

Sam Marlowe: First Pussy, I want to address something that everyone here has been talking about tonight and that is Bruce Evans. Now he was a little bit before my time but it is always sad to lose a member of the SCW family so young. And I had heard so much about him and his skills that I want to put it out there that much respect to him and may he rest in peace.

Sam looks down for a moment in reflection before once more looking up at Pussy.

Sam Marlowe: And as for this match against Mercedes, trust me when I say that once more I am going to spoil history when I prevent her taking this title from me. Because I know what is at stake for her but she doesn't know what is at stake for me. See I made a promise this week that I am taking very seriously and that promise is to keep this title for my fan Keith who right now is in a hospital room watching...Hi Keithie!! So Mercedes may be looking to make history. I am looking to keep my promise to Keith so may the best woman win.

With that, Sam walks off leaving Pussy at a loss of what to say.




The scene opens backstage where we see Amy standing in front of and facing a large Blaque Hart Bruce Evans memorial poster, raising a hand to it, Amy bows her head.

Amy: "Rest In Peace friend."

Amy turns around to the camera.

Amy: "Crystal Crystal Crystal... have heard of a leopard never changing its spots... that's you. Once a self-obsessed superficial bitch... always a self-obsessed superficial bitch. You can try as much as you like to convince me that you have changed.... But I am not sold. You can shove your forgiveness up your spoilt pampered ass. In your promo you pretty much echoed what I said... we think we are both better than each other and one of us with be successful.

The thing is that only one of us can win... and it will obviously be determined inside the ring. Sorry Crystal as much as you think you are the best and just because you recently had the Bombshell Championship doesn't mean that you will win.

Crystal I am going to exploit the fact you failed at beating Kate and failed in successfully defending the bombshell championship. You are a failure Crystal and I don't have time for failures.

See you in a while Crystal, where I am going to make you question why you are here."

Amy walks away, leaving the camera to focus on the poster and letting it fade out.




Backstage, Mercedes Vargas can be seen already suited up in her ring gear for her match tonight with Samantha Marlowe. In the background, there's a promotional poster of Violent Conduct IV set upon an easel. Mercedes seems at ease and is no short of confidence as she looks up at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: Two weeks ago, Polly Playtime faced Samantha Marlowe in one of her silly little challenge series matches, which, of course, SHE LOST, but tonight when I meet Sammie in that ring when she puts the Bombshell Roulette Championship on the line, I'm going to be more of a challenge than Polly ever could.Slowly, but surely, a smile forms on her face.

Mercedes Vargas: I expect they're going to be a lot of disappointed people right here tonight. Some who believe I should have competed in a match for the right to face you, others who relished the day they ended my last reign and said I should be thankful they're no longer around. There's a chance a long time rival may have to face someone else at the supercard. I get it. I really do, but...

Mercedes points at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: it's you, Samantha, who will be disappointed most of all. So, go ahead and keep up your Roxi Johnson impression. You're doing a great job. A great, great, very good job. Make your vows and your promises and your claims. Me, I claim nothing. I prove everything.

Mercedes points to herself.

Mercedes Vargas: Two weeks from tonight at Violent Conduct will be my 100th match in Sin City Wrestling and I accomplished that faster than Jessie Salco, but I'm not stopping there. Two years ago, Samantha, I ended your world title reign to become the second Grand Slam Champion. At this point, writing you off is the least of my worries. This writes itself.

Mercedes gives a dismissive wave at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: And by night's end, I'll be rewriting history at your expense yet again.

Mercedes then addresses the crowd in Spanish.

Mercedes Vargas: La historia siempre la escriben los ganadores.

History is always written by the winners.

With another smile and a wink, Mercedes leaves it at that, waving her fingers at the cameras.




Everything comes into focus and we are taken the backstage area where we are able to see Teddy Warren-Steele he has a megaphone in his hand as he offers a long grin.

Teddy: Ladies and gentlemen... and all of you bloody idiots! Let me take this moment to proudly introduce to you my lovely wife. The woman who will be the next biggest thing in the bombshell division. I give to you none other than Ka...

Before Teddy could finish that is when he is interrupted by a beautiful blonde. She is all grins as we can identify this person as none other than the Nurse Cindy Warren. We can hear some cheers as she looks into the camera.

Teddy: My ummm sister in law?! Cindy...

Cindy: Yeah I know I am not who you were expecting but I just want to say it feels really good to be at an SCW arena again. The last time I was here your wife was on a power trip and she just so happened to break my arm.

Teddy: Look I can't really control what my wife does... She sort of just did it.

Cindy: I fully get it turn on the sister in law cheering you on. Try to look like a bad ass on television and maybe get noticed. As much as I hate what she did. She did a hell of a job rising through the ranks. Winning herself multiple championships and cementing herself as a main stay in this company. There's only one problem with that. What has she done lately?!

Teddy: She has a checklist! And she is going through name after name until the company finally gives her what she wants. That being a shot at the big title.

Cindy: Well you just can't make demands and expect to get what you want. You need to put time in and further more...

Before she could even finish she is interrupted by that of Kate Steele. Kate grins as she has a check list in her hand and she shakes her head in disgust.

Kate: Its not wise to interfere in what is Kate Steele time! Now if you wouldn't mind I have far more important things to talk about mainly my checklist! Now I already scratched Crystal's name off of this checklist but there's still three names left on it. Polly, Evie, and of course Mercedes. I can't stand Vargas somy question is what is the company going to do to appease me?! How are they going to make me happy. Who do I have to beat to get some damn respect around here?! I love Jessie and Amy to no end but you give the members Of MPC a shot and leave me out of theequation?! Where's my respect where is my...

Cindy: Seriously Kate?! That's what you have become now?! Simply begging for stuff like a spoiled brat and expecting for it to just be handed to you... i thought you were better than that!

Kate: Shut up Cindy Before I break your arm again. What do you want?!

Cindy: Maybe just maybe I might want to be added onto your list so I could slap some since to you or maybe I am here because I want to be your safety net just in case things don't go so well in your list quest.

Kate: Safety net in what way exactly?!

Cindy: I know you are doing great things with MPC But maybe I might want for SCW to witness the Warrens teaming up! Maybe we could rule the tag division together. Put on a show for our daughters and take it from there what do you say?!

Kate thinks about it as she grabs her husband by the hand and walks away.

Kate: Whatever... Not interested! I have me to focus on and I don't think you are worth my time. Family or not... See you Cyn... Come on Teddy let's go!

Cindy: I will have my way Kath-Lyn!!! You can't run forever!

With that being said Kate and Teddy walk away as we fade out on a dejected Cindy.




The lights in the arena go dim and we hear the familiar "What's Wrong With Being Confident" by Demi Lovato hit the speakers. After the music plays for a bit the giant video screens in the arena fire up and we see a close-up of Sin City Wrestling's Internet Champion James Tuscini. Since the shot is a close-up we cannot tell where James is located, what he's wearing, and or course we cannot see if Pinky del Ferrando is nearby. The music dies down and we listen to what James Tuscini has to say.

James: Tonight you are in for a thrill. You are going to see a match between myself and Calvin Harris that will show you that two evenly matched, and similar in size and wrestling styles, can give you one hell of a great match without violating the rules of the match. Tonight our respective Title Belts are not on the line. Tonight this match is about showing what we're capable of, what we're made of, and to show everyone why we are the two top champions in Sin City Wrestling. Calvin this is truly an honor for me to be assigned to this match against you. I plan on taking this opportunity to give it all I've got. Whether I win or lose our match is not a concern to me. The only thing that concerns me in every match I'm involved in is that I give my best performance. And, for sure, tonight you are going to see a hell of a great performance you are not expecting. See you in the ring shortly. Let's blow the roof off this place!

Demi Lovato's "What's Wrong With Being Confident" kicks in again as the close-up of James Tuscini slowly fades off the giant video screens.




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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

Simone: And it's time for our next match!

I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to pie face the crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Entering the ringside area; from Los Angeles, California, weighing one hundred and fifteen pounds -- Crystal Millar!

Her following of paparazzi meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.

Justin: And her opponent...

Victim of Me by Descendants begins to play over the sounds system, the lights begin to strobe through the venue as Amy appears through the curtain dancing before stopping half way and pushes her hair back to reveal the black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese. Amy surveys the crowd for a moment as Justin makes her introduction.

Justin: Making her way to the ring... hailing from Juneau, Alaska... Amy Marshall!

She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.

Adams: This could be a Main Event! Two former World Champions about to wrestle!

Simone: They haven't met inside of the ring in a LONG time, and this is perhaps the first time they have met in singles competition. Crystal Millar wants to get back to her winning ways, and Amy wants to continue with her own.

Jasmine finishes checking both women and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Crystal and Amy emerge from their corners and circle the ring, sizing each other up before they lock up in the center, collar and elbow style. They are both near equal in size, but Amy leverages Crystal back against the ropes and Jasmine calls for the break.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!...

And Amy backs away, holding her hands up.

Simone: And we do indeed get a clean break from SCW's Punk Princess.

Adams: You never know with Amy. She loves a good fight.

The Bombshells circle again and again they lock up. They struggle and strain, but this time it is Crystal who backs Amy into a near corner. Again, Jasmine calls for the break.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!...

And Crystal breaks cleanly, but not without patting both hands on Amy and she backs away with a smile.

Adams: Wow, Crystal broke clean too.

Simone: Just not without a touch of that Silver Screen Queen sass.

Amy does not appear to appreciate it, as she steps up to confront Crystal who just smiles and answers back with her own biting sarcasm. The two women start exchanging heated words when Amy sticks a finger in Crystal's face and she slaps it away. Crystal shoves Amy back a step, and Amy returns the favor by shoving Crystal!

Adams: Woo! Temper, temper!

Amy suddenly doubles Crystal over with a boot to the midsection. She grabs her by the arm and Irish whips her into the ropes. Crystal comes off and Amy leapfrogs up and over her. Crystal rebounds, Amy drops to the canvas and Crystal hops over her. Amy uses her legs to sweep Crystal's legs out from under her and jumps for a legdrop but Crystal rolls out of the way! Crystal goes to deliver a roundhouse wheel kick but Amy falls to her back to avoid it! Amy kips up and Crystal nails her with a forearm shot to the side of the head. She grabs her arm and sends her hard into the corner and follows in, bringing Marshall out with a monkey flip -- but Amy lands on her feet! Both women then jump for dropkicks and land, leaping to their feet in a stand off as the crowd applauds!

Simone: What an exchange between these two Bombshells!

Crystal applauds, a smile on her face as Amy briefly looks to the fans and raises a fist in acknowledgment. Amy then turns to spot Crystal offering her hand in sportsmanship. Amy looks warily at her for her past indiscretions, but finally opts to reach. The moment they clasp hands, Crystal pulls Amy in and sends her reeling with a forearm shiver to the head.

Adams: Amy should have known better than to trust Crystal! Popular or hated, Crystal will do about anything to get the advantage.

But Amy is fuming and she starts fighting back, throwing right after right into Crystal's skull!

Simone: And Crystal should know better than to try and trade blows with SCW's Punk Princess!

Amy grabs Crystal and sends her hard into the corner and runs in with a leap, but Crystal moves and Amy's back greets the turnbuckles! Crystal grabs two handfuls of Amy's unique hairstyle and sends her flying over with a snapmare, then leapfrogs over her, dashes into the ropes and careens into her head with a baseball sliding dropkick! Crystal makes an early cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Amy kicks out!

Adams: No way! Too early to try and pin Amy!

Crystal drags Amy to her feet and bulls her back into the near corner, driving her shoulder into her bare midriff repeatedly! Crystal then backs up and calls out to the crowd who responds with cheers and scattered boos, then she dashes forward but Amy sees her coming a mile away. She jumps up as if going for a sunset flip but turns Crystal over into a Canadian Destroyer!

Adams: Did you see the way Crystal's head smacked the canvas!?

Simone: She could be out like a light!

Amy holds her down for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Crystal kicks out!

Simone: Crystal Millar is not going to go down easily.

Crystal rolls into a corner, holding her throbbing head and Amy follows in, delivering a hard number of stomps down into Crystal's sternum! Amy then drags her up and knocks her back into the corner with a European uppercut, ands then follows up by sending her into the corner on the far side of the ring. Amy runs right in toward her but Crystal brings both feet up in greeting, delivering two feet right into her chest, knocking her right back to the mat! Crystal ducks down and grabs Amy's legs and falls back with a catapult, throwing her across the ring! Only Amy counters the maneuver and somersaults over and jump back up, dropkicking Millar back into a corner!

Simone: Amy has come prepared tonight!

Adams: She's sending Crystal into the ropes ... no! The Screen Queen reverses it!

Crystal drops onto her back for a reverse monkey flip and Amy comes running off and somersaults over her, hooking the legs into a bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

Crystal gets the shoulder up!

Amy rebounds off of the ropes and attempts a running superkick, but Crystal blocks it by grabbing her boot! She pulls hard, causing Amy to drop into a painful full split!

Simone: Man or woman, that HAS to hurt!

Adams: Unless your name happens to end with Van Damme!

Crystal then dashes into the ropes and catches Amy in a low Hurricanrana DDT! Amy rolls over onto her back and Crystal covers her!

ONE!

TWO!

Amy gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Interesting and unique move there by Crystal Millar!

Crystal pulls her up and brings her over with a fast T-Bone suplex, and in a single fluid movement, she runs right up the ropes and uses them as a springboard to crash land on the prone Amy with a senton!

Simone: High risk at its finest!

Crystal hooks the leg in a cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

Amy kicks out!

Amy reverses an Irish whip into the ropes and as Crystal runs up the ropes for a springboard maneuver, Amy is right there to land a dropkick to the back, knocking Millar out to the floor!

Simone: Oh she just took a nasty fall! She could be hurt!

Adams: And Amy isn't wasting time taking advantage!

Amy backs off at Jasmine's demand, allowing Crystal to use the ring apron to drag herself to her feet. Amy runs off of the far side of the ring, sprints across and leaps over the top rope, crashing into Millar with a suicide dive that brings the crowd to its' feet!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Simone: She has to get her back into the ring if she wants to walk away with the win here.

Adams: It doesn't look like either of them are going anywhere!

Jasmine is looking out and sees both Bombshells stirring. The SCW's lead official has little alternative but to begin her count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Amy drags herself up, courtesy of the ring apron.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Crystal is pushing herself back to a standing base. Amy gets a running start and jumps onto the barricade and leaps off onto her opponent -- but Crystal decks her in midair!

Adams: What a shot!

EIGHT!

Crystal rolls Amy back inside of the ring!

NINE!

And Crystal quickly rolls in, just BARELY missing the ten count! The crowd applauds! Crystal pulls Amy to her feet and deposits her hard with a body slam. She then leaps over her opponent and into the ropes, spring boarding back atop of her with a Moonsault and a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Amy kicks out!

Simone: Look at Crystal's face! She can't believe it!

Crystal runs her fingers through her bright tresses as she stares first at Jasmine, then at Amy! Crystal pounds the mat in frustration before she pulls Amy up. She goes for an Irish whip but Amy reverses it! Amy goes for a sidewalk slam and Crystal attempts a counter into a Tilt A Whirl DDT -- but Amy blocks it and brings her over with a Northern Lights suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out!

Adams: Crystal just barely gets out!

Both Bombshells are on the mat and spent, and Jasmine starts to count again!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Amy struggles to her feet, and Crystal is slow to follow. Crystal swings but Amy blocks it and starts throwing rapid fire fists into her head, knocking her back! Amy then goes for a boot but Crystal grabs her leg -- and Amy counters with an Enzugari kick to the back of the skull! Crystal flips over, literally! And Amy with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Crystal gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Simone: Lucky break for Crystal Millar! And lucky ring positioning!

Amy is fuming and looks out to the crows before raising her hand in a salute!

Adams: Oh I think she's calling for the end!

Amy drags Crystal up and sends her into the ropes! Amy catches her on the rebound and goes for a wheelbarrow facebuster -- but Amy counters and turns it into an Asai DDT turned backstabber!

Adams: That's A Wrap!

Crystal with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- CRYSTAL MILLAR!

The crowd applauds and cheers for both the winner as well as the display put on by both women! Jasmine raises Crystal's arm before Millar herself went to check on Amy who is slowly sitting up.

Simone: Crystal Millar with a big win over the Grand Slam Hall of Famer, and showing a touch of sportsmanship.

Crystal helps Amy to her feet and raises her arm as the fans continue to cheer for both ladies!




There is a background image of the upcoming Supercard event, Violent Conduct IV. Standing before this image is none other than Synn. On his left, stands his son and former two-time Internet and three-time World Tag Champion, Despayre. On Synn's right, protege' and pseudo son, the Hall of Famer and former two-time World Heavyweight and one-time World Tag Champion, Gabriel. Gabriel stands stoically, his arms folded against himself, while Despayre, eyed red rimmed, has his beloved Angel snuggled against his chest.

Synn: This isn't an easy topic to broach for anyone, but these two here elected to have me speak on their behalf given their respective history towards Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.

Synn clasps a hand non the shoulder of Gabriel.

Synn: While Gabriel never had the chance himself to face Bruce in a one-on-one competition, he was able to test himself in a tag team environment against the man, and it truly was a test. It's just a shame that the chance never happened to evolve into a singles meeting between the pair because then that would have been a true marvel to behold.

Synn rests his other hand on Despayre's shoulder and the little guy bows his head into Angel's plush form.

Synn: The past between Despayre and Bruce was filled with more... animosity, but the chemistry between the two inside of the ring more than made up for it. The past is just that, the past, and the two singles encounters Despayre had with Bruce was nothing short of pure magic. Bruce pushed Despayre to the limits on both occasions in their singles encounters. There isn't much more that can be said about a man that can push either of these two men beside me to such extremes, and still come out looking good. Bruce Evans was a strong wrestler, a strong character, and a strong individual in every sense of the word. We are stronger for having known him, and lesser for having lost him. I just hope that wherever he is right now, he's finally at peace.

Gabriel looks up and gives the sky a salute, while Despayre simply waves as the screen fades out.




Cameras found themselves taking a break from the action in the ring. Finding themselves backstage at that current moment. More importantly they found themselves following behind the one and only Ms. Rocky Mountains. She was walking through the halls of the arena with seemingly a purpose. Looking back at the cameras.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Someone said she was around the corner here...

She right along with the camera crew found themselves rounding the corner to the left. In doing so it could be seen off in the distance just what or who Ms. Mountains had been referring to. Leaning against the wall, sipping on a vanilla latte, and looking right at one of the backstage monitors was none other than SCW's residential future headliner, Cadence Carter. Her attention was focused on that monitor pretty hard as Ms. Mountains began to approach her. Clearing her throat a bit and gaining the attention of the blonde.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Cadence, can I get a moment of your time?

Cadence Carter: Sure! Just need to make it quick. I've got a match to pay very close attention to.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's right. That's kind of what I wanted to ask you about. It was decided that at Violent Conduct, you'll be receiving a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship. First and foremost, I have to ask. How does it feel to be given a title shot so early on in your career here at Sin City Wrestling?

Cadence Carter: Well first of all Ms. Mountains. No disrespect and I know you didn't mean it in a bad way either, but I would like to point out that using the term "given a title shot" is not very appropriate. Personally, I don't think I was GIVEN anything. I believe that I earned a shot by showing up and giving it my best every single time I was in the ring. Sure there may be people that don't agree, but that's the beauty of having our own opinions. I worked hard and from working hard I was rewarded. Violent Conduct has been the only thing on my mind. That Bombshell Roulette Championship has been in my dreams every night. I am going to make sure I give it my all when the time comes. The grind simply doesn't stop and I am very thankful for the opportunity.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Least someone knows how to be thankful for opportunities around here. Not everyone carries themselves with the same mindset. That being said though, you are about to do what everyone else is about to do. You're about to watch as Samantha Marlowe goes out to defend her SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship against Mercedes Vargas. Not exactly ideal, considering it cuts into your time to prepare for an opponent, but I have to ask. Do you have a preference when it comes to tonight? Are you hoping one woman over the other ends up with the championship?

Cadence Carter: Uhm... Not really...

There was a very brief shake of her head when answering the question.

Cadence Carter: In this business it is always very hard to prepare for opponents. You can watch them wrestle. You can study their tapes. You can learn everything about them, but then still end up losing the match. Now, I am not saying it isn't a good idea to have an idea of what you are up against. Never should you go into a match completely clueless, but just understand that it isn't a guarantee that you're going to win just because you think you know everything about them. And when it comes to this match, I really just want to know who I am facing at Violent Conduct. Samantha has had quite the run with the championship. She's proven people wrong time and time again. She never gives up. At the same time though when you flip the script. Mercedes Vargas is one of the more accomplished women that have been in SCW. Literally almost done everything that one can do in the women's division. She's a staple here and one hell of a talent. It truly could go either way, but no matter what. Each fan here tonight is going to get their money's worth and I just hope after this. They're prepared for the fight that's going to be coming their way very soon.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's not exactly something that I can disagree with by any means. It is surely going to be a night where these fans get every bit of what they paid for. Wouldn't surprise me if Samantha and Mercedes end up stealing the show here tonight. While at the same time I know people are going to be certainly looking forward to seeing what you can do against one of them in just a few short weeks.

Cadence Carter: Well, I'm going to be sure that I do my best to not let those people down that are going to have their eyes on me. At the same time I'll be doing my best to prove all these critics of me wrong. Can't sit here and guarantee how it's going to go, but I can guarantee I am going to put on one hell of a show for that championship when the time comes.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Wouldn't expect any less, but before I go Cadence. There is just one thing I wanted to ask you. It seems that following Climax Control last week, you were very vocal and very upset with the management of Sin City Wrestling. After they failed to reverse the decision between you and Polly Playtime. Everyone saw that Polly grabbed the middle rope for extra leverage to pin your shoulders to the mat. Therefore essentially cheated to gain the victory. I just have to ask, is getting this shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship changing your opinion of them? Has it all blown over?

Cadence Carter: Hell nah.

She firmly stated while looking Ms. Mountains directly in the eyes. This was certainly going to make a lot of people raise their eyebrows and pay attention for these next couple of seconds.

Cadence Carter: What happened a week ago was wrong. It was inexcusable if you ask me. I understand that being an official is sometimes a very difficult job. Last week the referee simply didn't see that Polly had grabbed the middle rope. I get that. I understand. Mistakes happen, but once it was made known what happened. Then the decision should have been reversed and if not reversed then the match result should have been thrown out. Because it wasn't, I won't lie it's a little disappointing and causes me to have some lack of faith in the company. At the same time what has been done has been done. There isn't much I can do about it now, but move on the best I can. On the other hand I can assure you that this isn't over between Polly and I. It's far from over. She disrespected me. She cheated to defeat me and soon enough I'll get revenge for that.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Revenge?

Cadence Carter: Let's just say this. I'm going to be at Violent Conduct. The same place that Polly Playtime is going to be getting her shot at the Bombshell World Championship. It'd be a shame if someone came along and ruined what she worked so hard to have, wouldn't it?

With those words coming from her mouth. Cadence looked right at the cameras with a big of a smug smirk on her lipstick covered lips. Certainly in this moment a different side of the young woman was showing than what they were used to. Nothing else was said because it was at that moment the cameras cut themselves back out to the arena for the next scheduled contest.




You see Casey Williams, retired SCW wrestler, sitting in the living room his home in Las Vegas, and he is just finished talking on the phone with one of the owners from SCW, Christian Underwood, and he has a frown on his face. He decides to talk to the beloved SCW fans in regards to the news that Christian gave him.

Casey: Christian just informed me that a former member of the SCW family passed away, a person I got to work with a few times, and enjoyed working with him, and the man I am referring to is Daniel Turner, better known as Black Hart Bruce Evans. I will truly miss him, as we had some good matches, and enjoyed everything he brought to the sport I love, and respected him even more so when he surprised the world when he came out of the closet with his boyfriend, and divorced Kimberly, even though she was brokenhearted over it. May you rest in piece Daniel!!!

Casey then bows his head and prays as the scene fades to black.




The scene opens backstage with Ms. Rocky Mountains standing in front of the Roulette Wheel ready to spin it with the champion and challenger in tonight's Bombshell Roulette Championship Match Sam Marlowe and Mercedes Vargas waiting for the match to be determined.

Simone: Sam has proven to be a fighting champion but tonight she faces her biggest challenge yet in Mercedes Vargas!

Adams: Mercedes is a Grand Slam Champion for a reason including a legendary Roulette Title reign.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?

Mercedes and Sam nod in response and Rocky spins the wheel, when the wheel stops on the stip for the match the crowd pops loudly whilst Sam has a massive grin on her face and Mercedes has a concerned look on her face.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's Roulette Title Match will be a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

Simone: This is right up Sam's ally because if there's one thing she's good at, it's high flying.

Adams: On the other hand, if there's one thing Mercedes is good at its adapting to the situation!

Mercedes and Sam walk off to get ready for the match.




Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control ladies and gentlemen and to the first of tonight's two Bombshell Title Matches as Sam Marlowe gets set to defend the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship against Mercedes Vargas and thanks to the Roulette Wheel we now know that it is a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

Adams: Look at the ringside area Belinda, there's more tables ladders and chairs out here than in a Home Depot! That said Sam is in her comfort zone tonight but the same can't be said for Mercedes!

Simone: But like you said before the commercial break, Mercedes can adept to any situation! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is a Roulette Rules match and it is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship! Thanks to a spin of the Roulette Wheel we can confirm that this match will be a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

The crowd cheers in response and the cheers only get louder as "Do you really want to do this now" is heard before Def Leppard's Let's Go begins to play the image of fire begins to play against the curtain to backstage. Stepping through the curtain of fire, a woman walks out with a smile as she poses at the entrance.

Justin: Introducing first, from Houston Texas, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion, Sam Marlowe!

Sam raises her arms as she is introduced. Heading to the ring, she plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Finally, she climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring. Walking towards the corner, she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches her opponent.

Simone: Sam looks ready to defend the title in her second defense!

Adams: Which is easier said than done when you look at her opponent!

Justin: And introducing the challenger!

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring making sure to grab one of the chairs on the entrance ramp as she goes down it. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: Ever since the Mean Girls quietly disbanded after their humiliating defeat at Summer XXXTreme last month Mercedes has been working hard to get back on her feet, so far she's managed impressive wins over Otaki and Bobbie Dahl sending both Bombshells out of the company in the process and a title win would really cement her road to recovery!

Adams: And she knows what it takes to be a Roulette Champion because she's held the belt before, however Sam's not giving it up without a fight!

Drew doesn't even get a chance to call for the bell as Mercedes charges across the ring with the chair in hand looking to cave Sam's face in but the champion sees it coming and ducks under it before connecting with a dropkick sending the chair into Mercedes's head and knocking her down! Mercedes rolls out of the ring with the chair still in hand as Drew calls for the bell.

Simone: This match is off to a fast and furious start already!

Adams: Given the match type this is as surprising as learning that Jessie Salco is a metalhead!

DING DING DING!

As soon as the bell rings Sam charges at the opposite ropes looking to follow up her dropkick with a Suicide Dive, however as the champion dives through the ropes Mercedes takes the opportunity to whack her upside the head with the steel chair that she had brought into the ring with her knocking the Houston native silly as Sam slumps to the ground, Mercedes tosses the chair to the side for a moment before grabbing two ladders and two tables and throwing them into the ring.

Simone: That early offensive onslaught may have just cost Sam the title!

Adams: And I think Mercedes knows it! My head hurts just from looking at Sam's collision with the chair!

Thinking that she now has the match in the bag Mercedes rolls into the ring and starts setting up the tables and ladders leaning one table against a far corner whilst propping the other one up normally in the middle of the ring, after wedging the smaller of the two ladders between the top and middle turnbuckle of another corner Mercedes sets up the ladder in the middle of the ring and starts her ascent only to be cut off at the halfway point by Sam Marlowe hitting her with a Springboard dropkick.

Simone: Sam from out of nowhere with that Springboard dropkick which may have saved her the title!

Adams: May? Mercedes's chair shot not only scrambled Sam's brains but now that we've got a good look at her face it's easy to see that she's been busted open already!

The blood obscures Sam's vision but she doesn't let that stop her from getting to her feet and dragging Mercedes up with her, getting an idea Sam slams Mercedes face first into the ladder that's been propped up between the turnbuckles and lays her across it before climbing up the ladder stopping midway so that she can leap off and hit Mercedes with a Moonsault breaking the ladder in two in the process.

Simone: I hope the bosses aren't renting those ladders!

Adams: But more importantly Sam's Moonsault hurt both Bombshells.

Drew's hands are tied since he can't count out either Bombshell due to the rules of the match so he sits back and waits for either of them to get to their feet first, technically its Mercedes but that's only because she's rolled out of the ring to regain her composure and rethink her strategy and Sam manages to get to her feet a few seconds after Mercedes, not knowing where her opponent went Sam starts climbing the ladder thinking that she's about to retain the title.

Simone: Whatever Mercedes has planned next she had better hurry up otherwise Sam's going to retain the title!

Adams: She's grabbed another ladder and has placed it on the top ropes near the turnbuckle that Mercedes had previously set up the ladder, whatever she has planned is going to be painful for Sam but that's if she can execute it before Sam reaches the top of the ladder!

Sam's making good progress but the toll of the match has slowed it to a crawl giving Mercedes enough time to set up her plan and the Argentinian Bombshell gets to the top of the ladder before Sam does climbing atop the top rung despite the lack of space for her feet but rather than reach for the title Mercedes waits for Sam to meet her atop the ladder and when she does Mercedes leaps executing a Sunset Flip Powerbomb that drives Sam off the bigger ladder and through the smaller ladder with Sam's head just barely missing the top turnbuckle!

Simone: OH MY GOD! I shudder to think what would've happened if Sam's head collided with that turnbuckle!

Adams: Well for one thing she would've joined Chelsea Payne as a modern day bionic woman!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Drew immediately rushes to Sam's side to see if the champ can continue the match and the Texan nods in response causing Drew to breathe a sigh of relief whilst Mercedes gets back to her feet, feeling confident that she can win the match now Mercedes takes the time to reposition the ladder so that the front of it is facing the announcer's table but she takes too long as Sam is back on her feet and runs underneath the ladder so that she can spear Mercedes through the table she had set up earlier!

Adams: Has no one told Sam that going under ladders is bad luck?

Simone: I don't think she's the superstitious kind!

That move proves to be another one that takes its toll on both women and neither of them get to their feet after a few seconds, in fact if this was a regular match it would've been declared a draw due to neither bombshell answering the ten count but like Mercedes before her Sam rolls out of the ring but unlike Mercedes Sam searches under the ring and grabs a huge ladder, probably bigger than what most people use in their day to day lives.

Simone: Where did the bosses get a ladder that big?!

Adams: Here's a better question, why is Sam learning it against the ropes from the outside of the ring? She could reach the rafters on that thing, let alone the title!

Mercedes hasn't noticed this and starts to climb the ladder again, however by the time she reaches the third rung Sam proves that there was a method to her madness as she sprints on the massive ladder and uses it to springboard onto the ladder already in the ring giving her a head start on Mercedes in the process who, in turn, speeds up her ascent up the ladder whilst Sam continues to climb the ladder before they eventually meet at the top once again!

Adams: Sam's nickname may as well have been Spider-Woman there!

Simone: Do you want SCW to be sued by Marvel?! I don't think Mark's lawyers can compete with the lawyers that Disney can afford!

Once the two women meet atop the ladder they start exchanging blows for a few minutes before Mercedes knocks the wind out of Sam with a powerful punch to the gut but rather than use this opportunity to grab the title Mercedes sets Sam up for the Black Rose Overdrive!

Simone: She isn't, we already had one neck scare earlier with the near collision with the turnbuckle but a Black Rose Overdrive from the top of the ladder?!

Adams: I can't watch!

Fortunately for Sam (and the bosses' lawyers) she manages to fight out of the finisher and lands back on the ladder, now it's Mercedes that's stunned and Sam takes advantage of this by hitting her with a Hurricanrana from the top of the ladder sending Mercedes through the table that she had set up earlier!

Simone: You can watch now Jason because Sam fought out of the move and executed a brilliant move that sent Mercedes through another table!

Adams: This could be Sam's big chance!

Sam starts to ascend the ladder again and this time it's clear that Mercedes is out cold, however just to be on the safe side Sam executes the Sammisault from the top of the ladder knocking the wind out of both Bombshells, ten seconds pass and if Mercedes was playing possum before she is definitely knocked out now as Sam finishes her ascent up the ladder and grabs the gold.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Sam Marlowe!

Simone: Sam retains the title in impressive fashion but at what cost to her body?

Adams: It's clear that both Sam and Mercedes are going to need medical attention after this match but what a match!

EMTS pour out to check on the Bombshells whilst Sam celebrates her win, pain and all.




Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play over the sound system and the lights go out for a minute before turning back on. The SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah is standing on the stage with a microphone in her hand and her championship belt slung over her right shoulder. She wears a smirk on her face as she adjusts the waistband of.her white shorts and then adjusts her turquoise Mikah and Kris Show shirt that was modified into a crop top.

Mikah: Two weeks in a row. Consider yourself lucky.

She reaches up and flips her hair over her shoulder with her left hand, her championship still sitting pretty on her right shoulder.

Mikah: Were you expecting some gutter trash like Devona? Did you imbeciles actually think that somebody like her could actually take THIS away from me?

She raises the belt up as she speaks a sinister look on her face.

Mikah: However, I did actually THINK about letting the little whiny bitch win. Because it's probably due to the fact that the Bombshell Division is slowly going to hell and I think I need to reclaim the throne.

She pauses as she hears a few boos but a lot more cheers than what she thought she'd get. The look of surprise is on her face for a few seconds before she wipes it off.

Mikah: That seems like something that the fans want....

She smirks to herself.

Mikah: But let's get down to business because I don't want to waste my time out here in front of you morons.

She hears a few more boos.

Mikah: Oh shut up already. Let's first talk about the disaster that Jessie Salco is.

Mikah smirks at the fans as they seem to agree with her.

Mikah: Do you realize that if she wins tonight against Evie, that we will never hear the end of it? I'd say that in two weeks that we'd be okay because we will see a new champion but Petty Polly isn't any better. If anything, her and Jessie are on the same level.

Mikah sneers a bit.

Mikah: I would GLADLY give up this championship RIGHT now to be put in that match at Violent Conduct. To actually give the bosses a match worth watching and not a bathroom break. But I don't think that's allowed.

She rolls her eyes.

Mikah: So, brace yourselves SCW universe, because if Evie doesn't win tonight there's going to be shitty a Bombshell Champion for a few weeks. Either way.

She shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: Now let's talk about the scum that is Mercedes Vargas.

The fans have a mixed reaction to that statement.

Mikah: What? She hasn't gotten unlimited championship opportunities just handed to her?

The fans seem to go silent.

Mikah: That's right. So sit down and shut the fuck up and let me finish.

She hears a few more boos but ignores them.

Mikah: Tell me why Mercedes gets whatever she wants. Even without asking. Because I sure as hell don't understand it.

Mikah rolls her eyes.

Mikah: Why do Mark and Christian seem to think Number One contender matches aren't important anymore? And what's their excuse? They don't want to hear people bitching and whining about it? Or making excuses about why the last shot that they got and wasted it was somebody else's fault?

She frowns.

Mikah: I just don't understand the unlimited amount of shots that some people around here get.

Mikah sighs and shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: Guess I shouldn't be worried about that. Maybe I should march back to their office and demand they put me in the Bombshell Championship at Violent Conduct. Because you'd all rather see me as the Bombshell Champion than either of those two.

She pauses for a minute.

Mikah: That is if Evie loses.

She shrugs her shoulder.

Mikah: Either way, I'm sure you're all ready for me to reclaim the throne.

Mikah smirks, the thought playing in her mind.

Mikah: Think about that.

She tosses the microphone down and turns and walks backstage.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome -- Christian Underwood!

ordinarily the crowd would have greeted the Co-Owner of SCW with boos and scorn, but given the special nature of the program this week, he is instead greeted with scattered applause. He stands inside of the ring, beneath the spotlight, microphone in hand. Music begins to play and he raises the mic to his lips...

Christian: I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel that love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall

Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead

When I'm feeling weak
And my pain walks down a one way street
I look above
And I know I'll always be blessed with love
And as the feeling grows
She breathes flesh to my bones
And when love is dead
I'm loving angels instead

And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead

The song ends and the crowd applauds as Christian takes a brief bow, then looks up to the sky and kisses his fingertips, pointing up before the screen fades.




Devil's work hits the sound waves as the arena goes pitch dark and the vampire walks out to the ring, the number one contender looks straight at the ring as he ignores the hands from the fans as well as the signs. Some fans are cheering the vampire as most of them are booing him, he steps into the ring and demands a microphone before turning his attention towards the camera.

Dmitri: Last week I made a promise to a champion that has been unbeaten so far that I would not let him walk out of the arena alive? and well? we all saw what happened to him don't we?? And it?s funny how the world always think they are right?, when their troubled minds are often splattered in front of me on the table?, or in the case of Kris? it was all splattered around me in the ring and on the outside of it.

The fans boo Dmitri as he continues to ignore them.

Dmitri: But in life there are things that need to be learned, to be educated and most importantly?. In life you need to learn to watch over your shoulder as Darkness makes its presence felt. And it has come to my conclusion that Mr. Harris hasn't gotten the realization how deadly I intend to be when I am going to massacre his title reign and make him understand that he should be so lucky to have walked out of the arena as champion?. Last week I may have lost to another champion, but that wasn't the thing I wanted wasn't it Harris???

He stares at the camera as his eyes are burning with fire and he bares his fangs for the world to watch.

Dmitri: I COULD HAVE CARED LESS WHOMEVER IT WAS THAT FACED ME!!! All I could have thought off was destroying YOU!! How the sound would have been when I just snap your stinking head between these hands and hear you gasp and beg for mercy!! Mercy?? Did J2H show mercy?? Did Rage show any compassion when he reclaimed his gold?? Did Raab?? NOBODY DID!! So why should I start showing compassion to a cockroach of filth that has been scattering the earth for way too long. Multiplying just as rabidly as your lies in this world? You wish to tweet that you are going to kill me Harris??

Dmitri laughs out sadistic after repeating the words of Harris that he has sent out in a tweet earlier this week.

Dmitri: Go ahead Harris, shove a stake through my heart and watch me continue to destroy every inch of your existence!! Watch me kill the hopes and dreams that made you champion. Watch me, no better hear me prosecute your pitiful career and turn it into a pile of shit?. No Harris?., last week was just a warning? this week it is going to be your confidence to be scrambled into complete pile of shit?. And after nothing is left for us to believe that you will walk out as champion when we face off?? It will be your beating hear that I will cease to stop and take home the SCW championship belt?. Life started with the cold air of death? and it ends with it as well Harris?. In between there is life, but you will live as long as I want you to?. Until then Harris? until then?.

With that Dmitri drops the microphone as he walks off into the darkness.




Sam can be seen heading down the hallway, her Roulette title in her hands and hugged to her chest. She is about to head into the bombshell locker room when she is joined by Ben Jordan who has a smile on his face which is answered by Sam's grin that spreads across her face.

Sam Marlowe: I did it Ben. I beat Mercedes and I kept my title!

Ben Jordan:I saw Ginge, this deserves a celebratory drink or three?

Sam Marlowe: Oh sorry Ben, I can't...I have a date!

Ben looks surprised as his eyebrows knit together..

Ben Jordan: I ain't been turned down before, this is shocking.

Sam shakes her head as she reaches up and pinches Ben's cheek to tweak it a little as she wrinkles her nose with a grin.

Sam Marlowe: I've turned you down lots of time Prat...Don't worry though, I still think y'all are cute.

Lightly patting Ben's cheek, Sam sticks her tongue out at him then heads to the locker room to disappear inside.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a non title champion vs. champion match!! The referee of this contest is Jasmine St. John!!

The fans cheer as "Confident" by Demi Lovato begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark. We watch as red, white, and green, spotlights flash around the entrance area. James Tuscini, along with his Uncle Pinky del Ferrando, who doubles as his Manager, step out from the backstage area and James plays the crowd by waving and flexing his muscles. James and Pinky make their way across the landing and then they head down the ramp to the wrestling ring. Along the way James acknowledges the crowd by giving high fives and shaking hands while Uncle Pinky flirts with the older ring rats. When James and Pinky arrive at the ring James climbs up the ring steps, then he walks along the ring apron, then he ducks through the ropes into the ring. When the lyrics of the song come to "What's wrong with being...what's wrong with being...what's wrong with being confident?" James mouths the words as the song plays. Tuscini them makes a trip aroudn the ring to play the crowd some more before settling into a corner to await the start of the match as the entrance music dies out. His Manager, Pinky del Ferrando, takes a chair at ringside.

Justin: Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 240 pounds! Hailing from Duluth, Georgia!! He is the newly crowned SCW Internet Champion!! James Tuscini!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

DING DING DING

The bell has rang as Jasmine tells both wrestlers to start the match, the two champions get nose to nose with each other as James Tuscini is telling Harris that he is going to beat him and that Dmitri will do the same at the big supercard as Harris isn't even paying attention to him and chewing his gum before suddenly slapping Tuscini in the face. Causing the Internet champion to stagger backwards a few steps as Harris charges in on him and sets him up for an Irish Whip, but gets reversed by Tuscini as he whips the world champion in the ropes and sets him up for a clothesline. Only to have Harris to hold on to the ropes and avoid the offensive move from the Internet champion. Only to be followed up by a running clothesline from Tuscini that sends Harris to the outside as Tuscini follows to the outside as well due to the impact of the blow but lands on the ring apron.

Simone: Good God!! That was one hell of a clothesline!!

Adams: The SCW champion is reeling!! But he should be thankful that this isn't Tuscini's tag team partner!!

Tuscini hops off the apron and grabs the head of Harris before whipping him in the ring apron and then follows it up with some shoulder tackles in the midsection before rolling in and out of the ring as that causes the ten count to be broken from Jasmine. Tuscini grabs the head of Harris as he sets him up to be whipped into the steel steps, but Harris reverses it as that sends Tuscini shoulder first into the steel steps.

Simone: Good God!!

Harris rolls back in the ring as he tells Jasmine to start the ten count on the Internet champion, taking a breather as he is convinced that Tuscini will be unable to return to the ring in time

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Tuscini is slowly pushing himself off the steel steps, holding on to his left shoulder as that shoulder hit the steel steps hard.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Tuscini slowly gets to his knees as he starts to pull himself up to his feet by using the ring apron, Harris has gotten to his feet and sees that Tuscini is about to make it back into the ring as Harris runs to the ropes and then charges in on Tuscini with a baseball slide that sends the internet champion crashing into the barricades on the outside. He sits right up, leaning over the second rope while smiling at the carnage that he has delivered to Tuscini on the outside. Slowly pulling himself back to his feet and walks away as he lets Jasmine start to do the ten count once more.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Adams: Smart strategy from the champ, watching on as Tuscini tries to get back to his feet while taking a breather and pick your moments to strike when needed.

Simone: Indeed, but always watch out for the crafty Tuscini, he can reverse a move in an instant.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Tuscini has gotten up to his feet by using the barricades as leverage and turns his attention back to the ring apron

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

Suddenly jumping through the ropes it is Calvin Harris executing a suicide dive through the ropes and is aimed for Tuscini, but the Internet champion saw him coming and sidesteps. Using Harris his momentum against him by grabbing him by the hair and bash him face first into the barricades himself. Tuscini drops to his back due to impact of blows that he has endured earlier in the match. He slowly sits up and gets to his feet as he rolls into the ring while Jasmine is at the count of four.

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Tuscini rolls out of the ring, breaking the ten count from Jasmine as he grabs Harris and rolls him in the ring and then follows the world champion back in the ring. There he grabs him by the arm and kicks him several times in the midsection before driving series of elbows in the back of Harris his neck. Causing Jasmine to warn him before using the five count on him

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Tuscini stops just before the count of five, he then whips Harris in the ropes and catches him in a sleeper as he forces all of his weight on the neck area of Harris as the champion slowly fades.

Simone: Sweet Dreams!!!

Jasmine checks on Harris whether he wishes to give in or if he will pass out to the hold that Tuscini has locked in on him. We see his arms drop next to his body and his eyes are slowly closing, Jasmine lifts his arm up once and it drops, she lifts his arm for the second time and it drops again.

Simone: One more time and Tuscini has beaten the champ!!

Adams: No!! The champ is still in this one!

With the final time we see Harris lift both arms to the head of Tuscini, slowly get to his feet before delivering a jaw breaker on the Internet champion and that causes Tuscini to let go off the hold as Harris shakes off the cobwebs before turning his attention back to Tuscini who is on his knees as Harris charges in with a superkick to the face.

Simone: WOW!!

Adams: This could be it!!

Harris covers Tuscini who has fallen on his back due to the impact of the kick, Jasmine jumps over both wrestlers to administer the three count as well as to see if Tuscini will kick out or not.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE....

No!! To the shock of Calvin Harris it is Tuscini that kicks out at the superkick to the head by the World champion. Who gets in the face of Jasmine and screaming at her that this should have been a count of three. But she tells him to get his hands off of her or else she will be forced to disqualify him before telling him that it was a two count. Causing Harris to be enraged by all of this and turns his attention back to Tuscini, who has slowly started to stir as he gets on his hands and knees. Harris grabs him by the head and points at the turnbuckles closest to him and then charges towards it while holding on to Tuscini and then jumps off the top turnbuckles as he sets him up for a Springboard Tornado DDT. But Tuscini manages to throw him into the middle of the ring after he came off the ropes and set him up for the DDT. Causing Harris to hit the canvas hard on his back and screams out in agony while his face shows a look of shock as he didn't expected Tuscini to reverse it.

Simone: Nice counter from the Internet champion!!

Adams: This must have given him some time to recover as well causing more damage to the back of Harris!!

Tuscini slowly gets to his feet, he grabs the head of Harris as he pulls him up to his feet before driving a knee in the midsection. He then pounds away at the back before lifting him up and sets him up for a Piledriver before driving him down hard on the head. Harris falls on the canvas as Tuscini immediately goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE....

Now this time it is Harris that kicks out at the final moment after suffering the Piledriver and the whip to the canvas earlier on. Tuscini asks at Jasmine whether it was a count of three or not, but she shows him that it was merely a count of two. Tuscini turns his attention back at Harris as he lifts him up to his feet and sets him up for a Powerslam. Lifting him up over his shoulder, but just before he can deliver the move it is a thumb to the eye of Tuscini from Harris that causes Tuscini to let go. Jasmine is warning Harris for the use of the thumb as it is illegal before Harris goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

Another kick out, irate Harris hooks both legs and goes for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

Again Tuscini manages to kick out, Harris grabs Tuscini by the head and lifts him up before kicking him in the midsection and then follows him up with a schoolboy roll up while holding on to the tights of Tuscini.

ONE!

TWO!

Jasmine stops the three count as she sees Harris holding on to the tights of Tuscini. Causing Harris to get upset at her and demanding to her that she should count to three nonetheless. Angry as hell he turns around and suddenly

Simone: Uh oh!!!!

We hear the music play from the tag team partner of James Tuscini as the number one contender for Harris his world title starts to walk very slowly to the ring. Harris is too pre occupied with the man that will challenge him for the belt that he has forgotten all about Tuscini. Who has gotten up to his feet, spins around Harris before grabbing him in a chokeslam and drives him into the canvas as Harris his head bounces off the canvas. Tuscini goes for the cover as Jasmine starts to use the three count while Dmitri has gotten to ringside.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of this match!! James Tuscini!!!

Dmitri slowly gets in the ring as he hands the Internet championship belt that he has grabbed from the time keepers table and hands it over towards his partner. He then holds the world title that he has grabbed as well in his hands and stares at it for a few moments before placing it across the chest of Harris and stares at him with a cold look in his eyes before bending over Harris.

Dmitri: You can't kill what is already dead Harris.... Remember that.... I'm coming for that belt....

Fans were being very vocal about what had just taken place before their very eyes. There were some that were pleased with what had happened and there were some that were pretty upset about what had happened. However it was in the record books. Dmitri exits the ring as the official could be seen raising Tuscini's arm after a hard fought match. The crowd began to cheer for the Internet Champion. Tuscini had pulled himself away from the referee to show he was able to stand on his own two feet. Then all of the sudden out of nowhere Harris clubbed Tuscini from behind with a vicious clothesline to the back of the neck. Tuscini went down hard with the crowd turning quickly and beginning to boo the SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Adams: Is he insane knowing Dmitri is right outside the ring?

Harris stood directly over Tuscini with this evil glare in his eyes. Then all of the sudden he turned himself around and dropped down rolling out of the ring. Making a beeline straight for the timekeeper's table, he reached over and sharply snatched the microphone out of the ring announcer's hands. His actions were getting him booed even more by the fans, Calvin turned back around as he raised the mic to his lips, looking in Dmitri's direction.

Calvin Harris: You want to send messages Dmitri? Huh?! Do you?!

At that point Harris' eyes were shifted up towards the entrance ramp. It was pretty clear at that moment he was calling his challenger out for what had happened one week ago and maybe even after what had been said tonight.

Calvin Harris: Is this the game you want to fucking play with me? Cause, I'll be more than glad to send a message of his own.

With that being said Harris slammed the microphone down on the edge of the ring apron. Right away he lifted up the ring apron and dropped to his knees. Clearly, looking for something and the crowd wasn't going to have to wait for long. Lifting up from under the ring a wooden box and slammed it down on the apron as well. Quickly, he unlatched the box and opened it up. Cameras took their time to zoom in and as they did so Harris snatched a wooden stake.

Simone: Dmitri seems frozen!

Dmitri stares at him as Harris held the stake in his right hand, grabbed a hold of the microphone with his left, and rolled himself back in the ring. Shooting right up to his feet, Harris took a couple of steps towards Tuscini who was now trying to crawl to the ropes to pull himself up. Looking right back up the entrance way towards Dmitri, Dmitri's eyes glowing red as he looks at the champion.

Calvin Harris: Dmiti, I want you to understand that at Violent Conduct. It isn't about defeating you. It isn't about keeping the World Heavyweight Championship right where it belongs. Instead, it's about KILLING you off. And since you claim to be a vampire. I got the one thing that's your weakness.

Holding his right hand up. He showed off that wooden stake that he was holding so tightly.

Calvin Harris: This is going to be the thing that seals the deal on your life and your career. Once and for all, I'll have you completely out of my hair and out of my fucking life. But I feel like it's only fair to show you exactly the pain you're going to feel in a few weeks. Therefore I'm going to give you a little demonstration on... your best friend nonetheless.

Chuckling in that sinister manner. Harris released the microphone from his hand letting it fall down to the mat and hitting with a thud. Dmitri charges in to the ring but Harris cuts him off with a huge shot. Harris reaches in to his pocket and pulls out cuffs, quickly snapping one on to his wrist and pulling him towards the rope, snapping the other on the rope

Adams: Oh come on!

About that time Tuscini was about to pull himself up and Harris quickly grabbed a hold of the back of his head. Dragging him towards the center of the ring by his jet black hair. Harris held the man in place while lifting up the stake in his hand.

Simone: Dmitri needs to stop this!

Adams: He can't get free!

Harris was just moments away from taking the stake and driving it down, but all of the sudden there was forearm that connected with his back. It resulted in him being forced to let go of Tuscini as he stumbled forward a bit. The entire crowd was now on their feet cheering with all their might. Harris had this enraged look on his face as he turned himself around. That's when his eyes met with the fearful eyes of Pinky. Tuscini's manager had gotten himself involved for the sake of saving his friend and client. Harris cocked his head to the side with those rage filled eyes.

Adams: It's like he's in a trance!

For a moment Pinky looked around at the crowd that was cheering him. Swallowing hard at the same time. Realizing that he just may have bitten off more than he could chew. That's when Harris quickly caught the man off guard with a boot to the gut. Pinky was forced to double over as Harris dropped the stake in hand. For good reason as he grabbed a hold of Pinky's arms and folded them up while shoving his head between his thighs. In the blink of an eye Harris lifted Pinky up and drove him down on his head!

ART OF BETRAYAL!!!!!!

His head and neck was forced to drive into the mat. Harris quickly shoved Pinky's unconscious body to the side to be able to stand himself up. That glare in his eyes was consuming every bit of his expression while he looked down at Pinky laying there on the mat. Soon enough Harris began to shake his head in a very disappointed manner to say the least.

Simone: Come on! No one likes the guy, but ya don't have to do that to him!

Turning back around Harris was quickly met with a nasty forearm to the face thanks to Tuscini. Harris was rocked back against the ropes only for Tuscini to unload with a couple more punches right to the jaw. Each punch he connected with the crowd went wild. Tuscini then grabbed a hold of Harris's arm and went to whip him across the ring. Right away Harris countered sending Tuscini into the ropes, but that proved to be a mistake. Tuscini took the ropes and came back drilling Harris with a boot right to the face. Harris went down hard as Tuscini turned to play to the crowd.

Adams: Tuscini extracting revenge here!

Harris had rolled himself over and when he did. He saw the stake laying right there before his very eyes. Reaching out with his hand he grabbed a hold of it and pulled it in before it could be dected. Tuscini turned himself around and grabbed a hold of Harris by the head. He started to lift the World Champion up to his feet. When all of the sudden Harris threw his arms up and drove the STAKE right in the middle of Tuscini's head. The Internet Champion fell back right away. Blood could be seen dripping down his forehead the moment he hit the mat. Harris was like a shark that smelled blood in the water. He quickly mounted Tuscini and began to drive the stake into the open wound of Tuscini. Over and over again with no mercy.

Adams: Ok, I might just be sick!

The crowd was booing with everything they had. Harris was't paying the least bit of attention as he refused to get up. He continued to drive that stake in the open wound of Tuscini. Blood splashing all over the canvas. In that moment three referees slid into the ring and tackled Harris right off of the Internet Champion. Harris was trying to get to his feet but they were doing everything they can to hold him down and roll him out of the ring. The Champion could be heard screaming at the top of his lungs as he pointed at Dmitri. "YOU ARE NEXT DMITRI! YOU ARE NEXT!" They were able to get him out of the ring just as the officials drag Calvin out of the ring.

Simone: Can we cut somewhere else please?




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see tonight's challenger for the SCW World Bombshell Championship working out in preparation for her title match later tonight, however particular attention is drawn to her t-shirt which is the infamous Municipal Waste Donald Trump shirt which feature a cartoon drawing of the current president of the US blowing his brains out with a gun and when she turns around we can see the words "The Only Walls We Build Are Walls of Death".

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and Jessie's rather......colorful t-shirt.

Adams: We're going to have the president badmouthing SCW, I just know it!

Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches Jessie for an interview and pauses when she sees Jessie's shirt.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jessie, tonight you are challenging Evie for the World Bombshell Championship in a No DQ Match where if you lose you can't challenge Evie for the title again, any final thoughts?

Jessie: Christian's a fucking hypocrite, he says that I've done nothing to earn this shot but how many undeserving shots has he given to the Mean Girls? And now that they are no longer around and hopefully dead and buried forever he wants to try to screw me out of any future title shots even though Evie blatantly cheated in our match two weeks ago? Well the joke will be on him when I dethrone Evie tonight and throw a spanner into his Supercard plans for the second show in a row and even if she does beat me tonight the stipulation won't mean shit if Polly beats Evie at Violent Conduct!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: One last thing, your shirt......

Jessie: You like it? I got it at Bloodstock!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You're not worried about any backlash?

Jessie: From who? The inbred hillbillies who voted for him?! Besides if he really wanted to make America Great Again he would've put on a demonstration of life imitating art when Municipal Waste put out this shirt!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.




Bo Dreamwolf, former SCW Superstar and former Roulette Champion, is shown onscreen, sitting in a chair in his home in Tahlequah, Oklahoma. Bo is casually dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans, and glasses on his face.

Bo: When Mister Ward called me to give me the terrible news, I got a lump in my throat, which may surprise a few to hear. I didn't take part in very many storylines or such during my too-brief tenure in Sin City Wrestling, either of them, but during my time, one thing was constant. Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.

Bo smiles.

Bo: I can remember back then, there was a Lethal Lottery system in the tag team division where anyone could be paired with anyone. I was never much for tag team matches but then again, neither was Bruce. The bosses came to me and told me that I was going to be teamed with Bruce Evans to challenge Gabriel and Despayre for the tag team titles. I knew Bruce wasn't thrilled period, and me?

Bo looks up into the air and shakes his head.

Bo: I never liked tag team matches, but it was an opportunity and a title is a title, after all. I met with Bruce, and despite any animosity at the pairing, we agreed to give it our all against the Sins.

Bo breaks out into a beaming laugh.

Bo: You can imagine we had about as much success against Gabriel and Despayre as any other team at the time! We lost, and one thing led to another that brought Bruce and I at each others' throats. I can remember wrestling him three times; once in a Strap match, once in a Scientific Rules, and the last time in a hardcore match at a Supercard. And all three times, that man beat me senseless from pillar to post.

He shakes his head and smiles.

Bo: There was a fire inside of that man that burned so bright. He was determined to be the best that he could be, and I thought that one day ... one day, he would be a World Champion. He had everything he needed to make it happen. The looks. The talent. And he was better on the mic than most others.

He sighs sadly.

Bo: I can't believe that he's gone. Despite our past, I had such high hopes for the man. And the world is lesser for having lost him.

Bo salutes the camera and it fades out.




Ms. Rocky Mountains: A lot of action so far tonight ladies and gentlemen...and now my guest is someone who's been creating quite a stir as of late...Griffin Hawkins.

Griffin comes into the shot, grinning.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Griffin...you've been here for such a short time and you've already got people talking. One in particular is Steve Ramone. What started out as simple jealousy..has escalated into a real personal feud between you two. Did you ever expect anything like this?

Griffin Hawkins: Crazy as it sounds Rocky...I actually did. It seems no matter what locker room I go to, someone hears of my track record and my name value and they get jealous...they get possessive of their spot, insecure that I'm here to take their place and they look to stomp me out before my road to the top even begins. Steve Ramone is no different. He sees the threat I pose to him and he wants to make sure that I never amount to anything in SCW. Well at Violent Conduct IV, he's gonna get his chance. But if he thinks he's gonna beat me..he's a lot dumber than he looks.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Which brings me to my next question...last week he challenged you to a match at Violent Conduct IV....and you accepted it, but under rules of a Las Vegas Street Fight. Why did you choose that stipulation?

Griffin Hawkins: I'm glad you asked. See..as I said last week, everyone already knows that I can beat Steve Ramone in a match...but I want more than that. The violent things I want to do to Ramone can't be shown on Network Television. Pinning him 1-2-3 in the middle of the ring is not enough for me. I want to make an example out of him..I want a street fight. Where I'm from..if you got a problem with somebody, you look him in the eye..face to face before you knock his ass out. Ramone...obviously doesn't play that way. I'm different than him, I was fighting on the streets when I was 18 years old, I'm here today because I survived it all..I'm living proof that you can take the man out of the streets..but you can't take the streets out of the man. And Ramone is gonna find that out himself. At Violent Conduct IV, Steve Ramone is gonna get stomped like a Narc at a Biker Rally.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: In speaking of Street Fights.. Rumor has it that Steve Ramone challenged you to a fight in the parking lot...you think there's any truth to that?

Griffin Hawkins: Look, last time we saw Ramone, he was about to tap the ass of some ugly chick that not even I would hit if I were wasted. If he wasn't such a goddamned pussy, we'd be rumbling in the streets right now. Look around, he's not here....but he's not gonna be able to weasel his way out of fight at Violent Conduct IV. September 3rd will be the worst night of Ramone's life...I guarantee it.

One of the road agents rush up to the two looking out of breath.

Road Agent Smith: Griffin...Steve Ramone..he told me to tell you he's waiting for you in the parking lot.

Griffin looks to Rocky.

Griffin Hawkins: ..We're gonna have to cut this interview short...I got a bitch to slap.

He walks off, we then cut to Ramone who's waiting in the parking lot, he has his fists taped as he looks around shouting for Griffin.

Steve Ramone: Come on Hawkins! Where the hell are ya you little sissy? Don't tell me you got scared and went home..come on!

Soon the doors open and Griffin steps through.

Griffin Hawkins: Look who finally found his balls!

Steve Ramone: You're a lot of talk when I'm not around to defend myself. You want me pretty boy? Come get me!

Griffin Hawkins: You really should be careful what you ask for.

He takes off his leather jacket and heads towards Ramone who's ready and waiting, but then Griffin stops as he sees two figures come from out of the shadows...Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk. Both glaring over at him as Steve smirks arrogantly. Griffin realizes he has been set up.

Griffin Hawkins: Oh..so now it's a party..well then..let's boogie!

He runs at Ramone and the two start trading fists...but it doesn't take long for Ramone's henchmen to jump in as the two start beating him down. Steve begins punching on him with stiff hands as they hold him in place. He then grabs him by the hair.

Steve Ramone: What do you got to say now you little bitch?!

Griffin Hawkins: ...ungh...do these guys wipe your ass for you too?...

That angers him enough to punch him again.

Steve Ramone: Hold him up!

They do so as Griffin is so groggy he can't stand on his own. Ramone fires it up and hits the Fearless Shot Superkick, he goes down in a heap. He kneels over him, grabbing him by the hair.

Steve Ramone: Listen to me! I said listen to me! You're nothing...you're not gonna come barging into my company thinking you're gonna climb your way to the World Title..not at my expense! In the Las Vegas Street Fight, I'm gonna end your career...your run in Sin City Wrestling is gonna be the shortest one in history!

He drops him as he and his bodyguards walk away, leaving him on the floor as we go to a break.




The SCW banner sits behind Hot Stuff Mark Ward as he sits on a chair. Hot Stuff is seen wearing a black suit and tie, with a white shirt. He sits alone, breathing deeply and letting out a sigh, his head tilted away from the camera.

HS: When Christian and I started SCW, there was one thing we wanted to build more than a successful business, we wanted to build a family, build something special, put together something that would be more than special, and we did that. As a family, people fight all the time, they disagree, they don't talk, but when they need to, they come together and show strength. This is one of those times where SCW needs to come together, because our family got a little smaller.

Hot Stuff sighs deeply as he looks at the camera

HS: No family likes to lose a member, and we have but we won't forget him.

Hot Stuff swallows a lump in his throat.

HS: I can't forget the day I first saw Blaque Hart Bruce Evans walk in to the office to sign a deal with SCW. Christian and I had watched him for a while and there he was in front of us, excited to be a part of SCW, ready to work, ready to do whatever we put in front of him and he did just that. I saw a look in his eyes that I don't see too often.

A slight smile crosses the bosses face as he thinks back.

HS: If I would have told him he was wrestling in five minutes, he would have been ready to go in three, it was just who he was. Not once did he come to us and complain, he was happy to be a part of SCW, and would put his body on the line to get a reaction out of the fans, he would do whatever it took to shock the world. Everything he ever done in SCW was done with one hundred and ten percent commitment. His loyalty to SCW and making things work can never be questioned.

He takes another deep breath.

HS: A dark cloud hangs over SCW today, hearts are heavy but I sit here and I thank Bruce for everything, for helping build SCW when SCW needed it, for being a stand out, for going above and beyond to help leave the foundations in place, for us to be still around now. Guys like Bruce built this company for the next generation and the next generation will do him proud as they continue to build for the next.

Hot Stuff looks down for a second before looking back up at the camera.

HS: Bruce, thank you. You made us a better place and I hope you're looking down on us with pride, I hope you're looking down on us with a smile because you put that smile on many people's faces and I know in the future, I will be smiling every time I think of you. Rest in peace my friend.

Hot Stuff closes his eyes, pointing upwards as the scene fades to elsewhere




The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp. Shane and Jake then disappear back into the backstage area after they wish Jessie good luck. Jessie then makes her way down to the ring.

Justin: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event of the evening. It is for the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship!"

The crowd in attendance all cheers as Justin picks back up where he left off.

Justin: "Introducing first the challenger, from Miami, Florida, representing the Metal and Punk Connection... Jessie Salco!!!"

Jessie hops up onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turnbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle. She sits on it and waits for her opponent, throwing her arms up into the air at the same time. This gets the crowd to cheer again as "Power Trip" continues to play. It's a few more moments before her music cuts out.

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

Justin: "And her opponent, making her way to the ring, from Victor Harbour, South Australia... she is the reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion... Evie Baang!!! "

Evie turns around slowly and keeps her hoodie over her head before she makes her way down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans as her focus is on the ring in front of her. As the arena stays dim, suddenly Evie is down on the ground, belly up. Her music stops. The arena lights come back up to see Polly Playtime laughing like a giddy schoolgirl.

Simone: "I'm really starting to hate that girl. She might have just ruined this title match that we're about to have!"

Adams: "Completely unnecessary, I agree. I guess she's just banging back at Evie, for what Evie did to her after Polly had defeated Cadence Carter. I guess we'll have to handcuff her to the announce table so she can't do any more damage."

Simone: "You're a goofball Jason, but you might be right in this one instance."

Polly looks down at Evie and yells down at her.

Polly: "Oh get up and go play with Jessie. You're fine! Get UP!!!"

Polly yanks Evie up to her feet. Evie spins around and goes to deck Polly, but Polly ducks and gets away, now skipping over to the announce table. Once there she dons the spare headset and sits at Jason Adams' side of the table. Both Jason and Belinda glare over at Polly as Evie walks up the steel steps, a bit gingerly. She then pulls open the ropes and slips inside, telling Referee Jacob Summers that she's fine and ready to go. The referee takes the World Bombshell Championship from Evie and holds it up in the air before passing it down to an attendant at ringside.

Polly: "What?"

The two commentators don't take their eyes off of her, with Belinda even repetitively shaking her head.

Polly: "Uh, guys? There's a match to call here?"

The referee calls for the bell, as Polly turns her attention to the ring, being her cohorts aren't doing so.

DING DING DING!

Jessie circles around Evie but makes no move towards her, instead choosing to bide her time. Evie watches Jessie closely and the two are pretty much staring each other down. Meanwhile we can hear Polly yawning into her headset.

Polly: "Oh come on now! Boring! I made this easy peasy lemon squeezy for Jessie to win the championship, and she's not even doing anything!"

Adams: "Probably because Jessie is more about fair play Polly."

Polly playfully giggles.

Polly: "Mmhmm, sure. And I'm the President of the United States. She should take advantage of this and get herself that one championship that's eluded her. Play hard and play to win, you know?"

Simone: "No one's like you, and no one likes you."

Polly: "Obviously. But I have my contractual rematch for the championship. These two are SUPPOSED to be fighting over who is going to lose to me at Violent Conduct.

Finally in the ring Evie snaps at Jessie and runs right at her. Jessie dodges, but Evie senses that coming. She reaches out and grabs Jessie by the left arm. She executes an arm twist takedown and wrenches away at Jessie's left arm. Jessie shakes her right hand and goes to reach out for the ropes, which aren't all that far away. Evie sees this and drags Jessie by the captured left arm back to the center of the ring. Evie then squats down. Jessie rolls however and it takes Evie off of her feet, which gets her to release Jessie's arm. Jessie shakes her arm to get feeling back in it. Evie meanwhile gets back up to her feet. Jessie follows suit and the two then tie up in the center of the ring.

Polly: "Okay. That's a LITTLE better."

Neither gets an advantage until Evie does a sidestep and gets behind Jessie. With the might that she has Evie grabs Jessie and body tosses her right over her shoulder. Jessie lands on the canvas in not the best of ways. Evie turns around and slowly drops for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Jessie easily rolls out of the cover and continues rolling out to the apron of the ring. Evie stands back up and sees where Jessie is. She goes over and kicks away at Jessie, kicking her right out of the ring, to the ringside mats below. The crowd boos some and Polly can be again heard yawning on her headset, even louder this time.

Simone: "You know, you wouldn't be yawning if you hadn't attacked Evie before the match. Even a monkey can see that Evie isn't 100 percent now."

Polly: "Mmm. Not my problem. YAWWWWWWNNN!"

Evie takes the opportunity to get some strength and wind back into her. Referee Jacob Summers waits in the ring with her, holding up fingers as a ten count is going.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Jessie is stirring now and standing up on the outside. At the count of FIVE she gets to the apron and at the count of SIX she rolls back into the ring, but is immediately met by Evie, who gives her a kick to the dome. Jessie holds onto the ropes however as Evie goes to kick her back out of the ring. This time around Jessie wins the confrontation as she hangs on for dear life. The referee gets Evie off of her and Jessie gets back fully into the ring. As she stands however Evie raises her right leg and delivers a boot right to Jessie's chin. Jessie falls backwards into the ropes. Evie goes and gets her and flips her across the ring. Jessie bounces off the far side ropes and right back at Evie. Evie this time is able to grab her and she yells out as she then delivers a perfect spinning side slam, right into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Jessie raises a shoulder right at the last moment, just barely avoiding the dreaded three count from being completed.

Simone: "Oh ho ho! That could be YOU at Violent Conduct, Polly. And you'd deserve every single moment of it!"

Polly: "Just a reminder Belinda that I'm NOT Jessie. I won't find myself in a situation like this."

Simone: "Yet you did against Mikah AND Samantha."

That finally gets Polly to quiet down on her headset as the action continues in the ring. Evie pulls up Jessie by the hair and goes to then Judo Throw her, but Jessie blocks. Jessie then hooks up Evie and is able to connect with an Exploder Suplex. Jessie bridges into a cover, but before a one count even happens Evie escapes the bridged cover and rolls away and staggers her way back to her feet. Jessie gets right back up and is quick to scale the top of the closest corner's turnbuckle. As Evie staggers a bit more, Jessie flies off and goes for her Suicide Dive. She falls right into Evie and both bombshells go down to the mat, Evie rolling through and into a tight package cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Again Jessie is able to just barely escape it, this time rolling through and administering a pin attempt of her own.

ONE!

TWO!

Evie rolls back through and pushes Jessie away. Evie slaps the mat with a hand in frustration.

Adams: "The champion seems fine now. She must no longer be feeling the effects of what you did."

Polly: "Well, it's like I already said, she has no excuse. If I wanted to hurt her bad, I can, and I could have, but I didn't."

Both ladies get up in the ring and Jessie starts with trading blows with Evie. The crowd cheers now as the two go after one another, really for the first time in the match-up. One of Jessie's finally gets Evie to teeter. Jessie steps back and delivers a missile dropkick which floors Evie. Jessie wastes no time in getting back to the top of the turnbuckle.

Adams: "I think she's going to go for it."

Simone: "Yup. 450 Splash time it looks like."

Polly stands up at her position at the commentator table. Jessie leaps off for the Wall of Death, but as she's in the air coming down, Evie rolls over and Jessie gets nothing but the canvas. Evie then slides over and locks in the Cobra Clutch. The Jessie fans in the crowd boo as Evie really cinches it in. Jessie feels it and looks as if she's ready to use her hand to tap out.

Simone: "It looks like you're about to have to deal with Evie really soon Polly..."

Polly: "Maybe. Maybe not. I know you don't want me here, but thanks for having me."

Polly takes her headset off and slides into the ring behind where Evie has Jessie in the Cobra Clutch. She steps up onto the middle rope as the crowd boos. Polly opens her mouth and smiles the biggest smile yet before she leaps into the fray, hitting BOTH Evie and Jessie with The Perfect Play. Referee Jacob Summers calls for the bell, waving off the match continuing.

DING DING DING!

The Perfect Play has jarred Evie off of Jessie. Evie turns around and now faces off with Polly, angered. Evie runs at Polly, but Polly sidesteps out of the way. Polly then quickly curb stomps the still downed Jessie. Evie comes back at Polly, but Polly is ready for her, kicking her in the abdomen, doubling her over. Polly goes for the Polly Pop, but Evie turns sideways and chooses to go for a Float Over DDT, which puts Polly down on the canvas. But Polly doesn't stay down. She twists and grabs at one of Evie's feet, pulling her completely down to the canvas now. Polly doesn't let go, holding onto Evie's foot like a dog. Polly then stands up and lets go of the foot, again going for the head. Evie again struggles and tries to get out of Polly's clutches, but Polly is not taking "no" as an answer as this time she hooks Evie up and successfully hits the Polly Pop. The crowd boos wholeheartedly as Polly then yells out loud for the SCW World Bombshell Championship belt to be given to her. Polly barks and sneers at the ringside attendant, who finally slides it into her. Polly picks it up and holds it high over her head as she then curb stomps Evie right on the head as well.

Simone: "Just totally GROSS! She completely ruined this match. First here at the announce table, and now Evie had this one won and now it's a no contest thanks to her! GRRR!"

Adams: "We'll have to see if Polly gets hers at Violent Conduct. But from the looks of things in that ring right now, she's ready. She may not have won all five of her matches in her challenge series, but she gets her contractual rematch."

Simone: "I guess we just have to wait and see who she'll have. As per the stipulations set forth for this match we just had here tonight, Jessie isn't supposed to get another chance as long as Evie Baang is champion. So thanks to Polly, Evie is still officially the champion."

Adams: "We'll all just have to wait and see. Unfortunately we're out of time here tonight, so we'll see you all for Violent Conduct."

The cameras focus on a very happy Polly Playtime as she licks her chops, with her holding the SCW World Bombshell Championship belt high above her head as Climax Control fades out...




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Polly, Andy, Gerrit, Annie, The Lord MK, Casey, Mercedes, Griffin, Marge, Calvin Harris, Britt, Jenny, Kris, Todd. Also thanks again to Annie for the cool match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!