Adams: I wonder what Armageddon is going to attempt next.

Simone: I'm not sure either but it looks like we will soon find out.

Armageddon stomps toward the corner then he reaches out and grabs Mercer by the throat. He lifts Austin up off the mat and turns Mercer around so his head is facing the mat then Armageddon drops to the mat with his move he calls the Jackhammer driving Austin head-first into the mat. Armageddon takes his time to move into position to be over Mercer to get into position to make the pin attempt. Referee Barnes checks the shoulders of Austin and when she is satisfied that both his shoulders are on the mat she begins her count on the pin attempt.

ONE!

TW...

Austin gets his shoulder off the mat and Referee Dawn Barnes stands up and signals that it was a one-and-a-half count. Armageddon is upset with Referee Barnes for being slow to start the count. He stands up and struts over to Referee Barnes and backs her into a corner. He is threatening to harm her but when she reminds him that if he lays a hand on her not only would he be Disqualified in this match he would also likely get fired from Sin City Wrestling and fined for his actions.

Adams: Referee Barnes is not taking any crap from anyone tonight.

Simone: Armageddon needs to calm down or he will lose this match.

While Armageddon was arguing with Referee Barnes we saw that Austin James Mercer slipped out of the ring and he is walking around ringside for a time. Armageddon complains to the Referee about this tactic by Mercer and Referee Dawn Barns replies it is legal to go outside the ring as long as you can return inside the ring before a ten count which would be grounds for a disqualification for not being able to return inside the ring. Not satisfied with the Referee's comments Armageddon decides to exit the ring to go after Austin. Mercer sees the big man exit the ring and when Armageddon is on the arena floor Mercer quickly gets back into the ring to taunt Armageddon.

Simone: Not sure it is a good thing to taunt the big man Armageddon.

Adams: I have to disagree with you Belinda. Bullfighters taunt the Bulls they are facing off against.

Simone: And by doing so a lot of Bullfighters get gored by the Bulls they are taunting.

Mercer stands inside the ring looking down on Armageddon on the arena floor while Referee Barnes tells Austin to remain back while she makes the count on Armageddon on the outside of the ring. A huge grin comes on the face of Austin as he knows he has the upper hand in this match and he has the advantage with Armageddon on the outside of the ring needing to return inside the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

Armageddon walks to the ring steps and starts to climb the steps.

THREE!

Armageddon has reached the top of the steps and he starts walking along the ring apron.

FOUR!

Armageddon steps through the ropes and returns inside the ring which stops the count on him. He then leans against the ropes. Austin is about to take off toward Armageddon but Referee Barnes stops him to remind him that since Armageddon is on the ropes he has to wait until he comes off the ropes. Mercer holds back but we can tell he wants to get at Armageddon.

Adams: Not sure what to expect next in this match. Austin appears ready to take it to Armageddon but I'm sure Armageddon is also ready to go on the attack against Mercer again.

Simone: For once I agree with your comments.

Mercer approaches Armageddon cautiously but the Armageddon manages to take off and Spear Austin to the mat. To the surprise of everyone Mercer manages to quickly get up and confront Armageddon. The two trade words and then Armageddon turns his back to Austin and then without further hesitation Armageddon hits Mercer with a Clothesline that causes Austin to take several steps back but he remains standing.

Simone: What the. . .? How in the world is Austin James Mercer still standing after the numerous hits he has taken from Armageddon?

Adams: I'm also surprised but happily surprised as it proves Mercer is tougher than everyone thinks he is.

Feeling he has this match won the look in Armageddon's eyes speak volumes. Apparently since the moves he just delivered on Mercer appears to have taken a heavy toll we see Armageddon measuring up Austin to finish him off. Armageddon charges on Mercer and Austin side-steps the attempt and in the process he grabs onto the mask of Armageddon and he pulls hard on the mask and executes a Biel Throw to toss Armageddon half way across the ring where he lands hard on the mat. Armageddon manages to get up to his feet and he is quickly hit with a Spinebuster from Austin. From the look on the fact of Austin James Mercer even he is surprised that Armageddon maneuvers enough to get to his feet. Without hesitation Austin attacks with The Mercenary Kick Claymore Kick to the face and upper body of Armageddon who drops like a rock. Austin quickly leaps on top of Armageddon and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Somehow Armageddon manages to get a shoulder up to stop the count at two. Mercer slams his fists into the mat but what we see on his face is not frustration it is determination.

Adams: I thought for sure Austin James Mercer had the win there.

Simone: I can't spin this one this time. I also thought Mercer was going to get the win there.

Austin has enough, as he signals that the match is going to be over. He grabs the barely living body of Armagodden and whips him in the ropes before executing his Pop Up Powerbomb

Simone: Legacy Bomb!!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match!! Austin James Mercer!!!

The scene opens backstage where we see the new Roulette Champion Miles Kasey and his first challenger Agostino Romano waiting to hear what their title match will be via a spin of the wheel.

Simone: Every title changed hands at Violent Conduct VIII and the Roulette Titles were no exception! Now we'll see Miles defend the men's Roulette Title against fellow perennial challenger Agostino Romano!

Adams: All that's left to do is spin the wheel!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?

The two men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, it goes around for a good minute before finally stopping on.........

Ms. Rocky Mountains: A Lumberjack Match!

Simone: That means the ringside area will be surrounded by other wrestlers, the idea being to keep both competitors inside the ring at all costs.

Adams: It's been a while since we've had a Lumberjack Match, and this could see a few former champions showing up.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck gentlemen!

The two men nod before leaving to prepare for the match.

We cut to the ringside area and indeed, most of the male roster has poured out for the Lumberjack Match, namely Bill Barnhart, HB Carter, Ben Jordan, Alexander Raven, Finn Whelan, Armageddon, The Troll, Todd Williams, Alex Rush and Goth.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and if you're wondering why so many superstars are surrounding the ring, it's simple really! Miles Kasey is defending his newly won Roulette Title against Agostino Romano in our next match and the wheel decided that it'll be a Lumberjack Match! All those men are there to ensure that Miles and Agostino stay in the ring!

Adams: We have quite a few former Roulette Champions at ringside as well, including the man Miles beat to win the title! Any of those men, aside from The Troll, would be a worthy challenger for the title!

Simone: Let's not waste any more time! Let's take it to Justin for the first title match of the cycle!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is a Roulette Rules Match scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! Thanks to a spin of the wheel, we now know that it'll be a Lumberjack Match!

The crowd cheers as some of the more popular wrestlers at ringside pose for them, the cheers only get louder as Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat. He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand spring boarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!

Justin: Introducing first, from Manchester, England, weighing in at 215ibs he is the reigning and defending Roulette Champion Miles Kasey!

Simone: As I said during the wheel seg, Miles was one of many new champions crowned at Violent Conduct VIII and tonight is his first test as champion!

Adams: With that said, there are many former Roulette Champions at ringside, the question is can Miles handle the pressure after chasing after the title for so long?

Justin: Introducing the challenger!

Fragments Of Insanity by Necrodeath plays over the sounds system as Agostino Romano comes out with James Brown from the curtain, wearing green and yellow wrestling trousers with green and yellow elbow pads and green and yellow boots, having his fists in the air with James Brown following behind him.

Justin: "From Milan, Italy, weighing in at 215ibs, he is Agostino Romano!"

Agostino does high fives to the crowd before seeing a kid in the front row which he pulls funny faces at along with giving them a hat from his Global Bike Championship days. He then goes inside of the ring and waves at the fans with the crowd cheering for him while James claps from outside of the ring before Agostino waits for his opponent to come out to the ring with James standing at ringside.

Simone: Speaking of title chasers, it's a tough call to decide who's been more persistent in that between Miles and Agostino!

Adams: Except Agostino has held singles gold before and this is Miles's first taste of it!

Jasmine goes over the rules with Miles and Agostino and then goes over to the ring ropes to ensure that the Lumberjacks understand their roles, once all that is cleared up she calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the first of tonight's title matches is underway!

Adams: This should be a great match, but Miles and Agostino literally have most of their competition watching closely!

Once the bell rings Miles and Agostino share a quick handshake before they lock up in the middle of the ring, both men have the same weight so there isn't much of a weight advantage between either Miles or Agostino, but it is Agostino that takes the advantage early on as he hits Miles with an arm drag before following that up with an arm bar! As the wrestlers in the ringside area watch on intently Miles grunts in pain as Agostino cranks up the pressure but Miles is able to roll Agostino out of his own hold sending him towards the ring ropes where Armageddon and The Troll wait.

Simone: Looks like the Lumberjacks might be getting involved earlier than we thought!

Adams: And that's not a good place for Agostino to land as a massive, fearsome wrestler awaits him! Oh, and I guess The Troll's there as well!

Miles goes to clothesline Agostino to the outside but the Italian Superstar ducks under it and back drops Miles to the outside where the British wrestler soon finds himself in the waiting arms of Armageddon! The Troll takes the moment to do his usual taunting and the massive, masked man seems to be contemplating doing some damage to Miles before throwing him back in! Fortunately for Miles Agostino comes to his air when he hits a dive wiping out Miles, Armageddon and The Troll!

Simone: That could've ended badly for Miles if Agostino hadn't come to his aid!

Adams: And thankfully two other Lumberjacks are here to do their jobs!

Indeed, Ben Jordan and Alex Rush come over to pick up Miles and Agostino before the pair throw them back into the ring, once the champion and challenger are back in the ring though it's only Agostino that has the wherewithal to go for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Miles gets the shoulder up! Whilst Armageddon and The Troll recover at ringside Agostino takes the advantage again, this time by locking Miles in a Boston Crab!

Simone: Agostino has that Boston Crab locked in tight! Miles is in big trouble!

Adams: And that's good news for the lumberjacks if they find themselves challenging for the title because this is the best chance for them to scout the new champion!

Goth, Finn and Todd watch on with neutral expressions on their faces whilst Carter keeps his distance, Bill and Alexander on the other hand are cheering on the damage being done to the champion as they make their intentions clear as day but inside the ring Miles is already fighting off the submission hold as he starts crawling over to the ring ropes where Bill and Alexander are watching, Miles goes to force the rope break only for Bill to pull the ring rope away from him.

Simone: Bill does understand that his role is to be a neutral party to the match between Miles and Agostino, right?

Adams: If he doesn't, Jasmine's letting him hear it!

Jasmine threatens to eject Bill if he doesn't release his grip on the rope and he does so, allowing Miles to finally break the hold! Agostino wastes little time in letting go off the hold but also pulls him to the middle of the ring for a pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

And Miles kicks out! Agostino shakes his head before glancing over at the lumberjacks and getting an idea! Agostino picks up Miles and goes to throw him to the proverbial wolves, but Miles reverses it and throws out Agostino instead! Miles goes to follow him out on instinct, but Jasmine gives him a quick reminder of the rules, not realizing that Bill and Alexander are taking the opportunity to put the boots to Agostino!

Simone: So much for them being neutral parties!

Adams: I doubt they ever really intended to be neutral towards either Agostino or Miles!

Goth and Finn come to the challenger's aide by getting the two former champions to back off before Goth throws Agostino back into the ring, Miles could see all this clear as day, but it becomes clear that he isn't going to put an opportunity like this to waste as he hits Agostino with a Standing Shooting Star Press before going for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Agostino kicks out! Miles shakes his head before he goes for what looks like a running splash, but we never find out his true intent as Armageddon pulls down the ring ropes causing him to tumble to the outside.

Simone: It seems a few of the lumberjacks could stand to learn something about neutrality!

Adams: To be fair one of the lumberjacks is The Troll! Fortunately for Miles the cavalry is arriving!

Ben and Alex rush over to prevent Armageddon or The Troll from doing any damage to Miles as Alex wastes little time in throwing Miles back in and Ben takes a moment to warn the other two to back off! Back in the ring Agostino isn't pouncing on the opportunity to go for a pin on Miles apparently unhappy with what just transpired in the ringside area and he instead heads to the top rope looking for a Frog Splash! However, Agostino takes a little too long to execute his move as Miles counters it by getting his knees up and transitioning that into a Small Package!

ONE!

TWO!

And Agostino kicks out! Both men get back to their feet and start exchanging blows in the middle of the ring much to the delight of the fans and lumberjacks alike!

Simone: This brawl benefits Agostino more than Miles as he is known for his high-flying brawling style!

Adams: Not that Miles isn't a slouch in that department!

After a few minutes Miles ducks under a wild right hand from Agostino and goes to counter with a Discuss Clothesline only for Agostino to duck under that and counter it with an Enziguri that stuns Miles long enough for Agostino to hit him with a Diamond Cutter! Agostino doesn't go for the pin however as he instead calls for his finisher!

Simone: Agostino wants to take this to The Finishing Line!

Adams: If he hits this on Miles then we'll see one of the many title reigns started at Violent Conduct VIII ended just as quickly as it began!

Agostino waits for Miles to get to his feet before going for the Snapmare Neckbreaker! But Miles counters it and hits his own finisher!

Simone: HAIL TO THE QUEEN! MILES HIT IT!

Adams: Agostino is out! Stick a fork in him, he's done!

Miles goes for the pin as the Lumberjacks watch on!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND STILL SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION, MILES KASEY!

Simone: Miles retains the title in his first defence not only fighting off a game Agostino but the ulterior motives of some of the Lumberjacks!

Adams: Miles is going to have a tough road ahead of him if any of the Lumberjacks set their sights on him!

Miles celebrates his win as Jasmine checks on Agostino and the lumberjacks head to the back.

We return to the ring but before anything further, the house lights dim out as a voice is heard over the speakers inside Gold Coast Casino.

Sometimes in life, you come to a crossroads.

The voice has a familiar male tone as it continues.

It's the crossroads that can dictate your next track... Now with me, you all know who I am, but you don't know why I'm here. There's a new journey that I am going to take.

The voice then states.

The days of touring the world from organization to organization have ended, and now the quest for gold truly begins. I might not be live tonight... but I can certainly confirm that on October 2nd, I will be.

The lights come up on the video walls revealing...

The live crowd responds with a pop.

Chris Page: Sin City Wrestling has officially signed Chris Page to a long-term contract. My intentions are now known, I'm coming for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship. I'll start at the bottom, I'll start at the top, I'll start wherever is deemed necessary; regardless of my starting point, my ending point is all that's going to matter.

Chris gazes into the lens of the camera.

Chris Page: Consider yourselves on notice.

The screen cuts to static.

Referee Drew Patton steps inside of the ring, between the top and middle rope. He takes his place to Justin's left, the official rubbing his palms together in subdued excitement about getting to call this next match.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is a very special Legends match!

The crowd on hand at the Gold Coast cheers with anticipation.

Justin: Introducing first...!

The opening guitar riff of Rush' "Limelight" begin on the PA system. The cameras pan around the arena, and as the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson rushes through the curtain and stops, a huge smile on her face.

Justin: Making her way down the aisle! From Tampa, Florida, weighing one hundred and thirty two pounds -- Roxi Johnson!

She soaks in the cheers and treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before climbing up on the apron and looking out at the cheering crowd, before entering the ring and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, turns to the hard camera side and dropping to a knee, and giving the "I love you" in sign language pose. She stands and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Simone: That woman right there has seen it all and done it all, but the one thing that has escaped her thus far is a chance to step inside of the ring against Stacey Jones, her opponent tonight!

Adams: EVERYBODY has wanted to see this match! Two legends, even if one woman isn't signed to the SCW roster! Mark and Christian know a money maker when they see it!

Simone: Which is why we are here this evening in Las Vegas! This could have easily been the Main Event!

Justin: And her opponent...!

"Unbreakable" by Kingdom Collapse blasts out of the PA system and as soon as Jonathan Norris belts out the word Unbreakable, "Unbreakable" Stacy Jones bursts out through the curtain and walks over to one side of the stage looking out to the fans and throwing up the devil's horns with her hands before then proceeding to walk over to the opposite side of the stage and doing the same thing. She then walks back to the center of the stage and when the word Unbreakable is sung again, she along with the fans yell it out too at the same time before she begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping the fans hands on the way.

Justin: From Orlando, Florida! Please welcome to Sin City Wrestling - Stacey JONES!!!

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she continues slapping the fans hands who continue to scream out the words of the song with Jones. She then hops up onto the ring apron and climbs through the ropes before scaling the turnbuckle and with a closed fist she pumps it into the air along with the drum beat while the fans do the same. She then hops down and moves to the center of the ring and as the final Unbreakable is belted out before the song ends, Jones throws up the devil's horns.

Simone: I can not even begin to list the amount of accolades that Stacey Jones brings with her in this Legends Match!

Adams: And may I ask WHY it took so long to get a woman like Stacey into the six-sided ring?

Simone: A woman like her is in such high demand across the world! Just be glad it was SCW that got to host this match!

Drew checks to ensure both women are ready and once satisfied, he calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Roxi and Stacey emerge from their respective corners. Stacey reaches forward and offers her hand in good sportsmanship and Roxi accepts.

Simone: A rarely seen gesture of good sportsmanship between the two women.

Adams: How long will THAT last though?

Roxi and Stacey then lock up and Stacey immediately grabs Roxi into a side headlock and takes her over to the mat with a hip toss. Stacey holds her tight but Roxi is quick to counter, using her legs to break the hold and grab Jones into a head scissors. Stacey kicks her feet, trying to break free of the hold, when she finally does so and both women spring to their feet and this time Roxi grabs her into a headlock and takes her down and right away Stacey grabs her into the head scissors in the very same way.

Simone: Move, counter move. Move, counter move. I expect we will be seeing quite a bit of that in this match.

Roxi rolls over, maneuvering herself onto her knees. Roxi then does a handstand and rolls out of the move, grabbing Stacey again into the headlock. Stacey slowly forces her way up to her feet as Roxi retains the hold. Stacey tucks into the hold and counters, reversing it into a hammerlock on the SCW Hall of Famer. Roxi looks to reach with her free arm but Stacey prevents it, wrenching her arm up her back. Roxi tries to duck down to grab her boot but Stacey, being the wise veteran of the ring, keeps just out of reach. Finally Roxi kicks up and grabs Stacey around the back of the head and throws her over with a jumping mare! Stacey is right back on her feet and Roxi sweeps her legs out from under her and dives on top!

ONE!

Stacey kicks out!

Stacey races into the ropes and Roxi attempts a spinning heel kick but Stacey ducks under and behind and rolls her up!

ONE!

Roxi counters, rolling through and trapping Jones in a cross arm breaker! Stacey kicks and rolls backwards until she is on her knees and jackknifes Roxi while still in the hold!

ONE!

TWO!

Roxi releases the hold to prevent an early pinfall loss!

Both women kip up and Roxi comes off the ropes and swings for a discus clothesline but Stacey ducks under and catches her with a backslide!

ONE!

Roxi rolls backwards to escape the pin! Both women are on their feet and attempt the same idea - a pair of dropkicks and land on all fours, staring at each other as the fans rally behind both with cheers and applause!

Simone: What an athletic display from BOTH women thus far!

Adams: And this match has barely even begun!

The two women circle again and go for the lock up but again, Roxi takes control with a side headlock. Stacey does not remain for long and shoves her into the ropes. Roxi comes off and Stacey knocks her to her back with a shoulder block. Stacey then runs off of the ropes and Roxi drops down to the canvas on her chest and Stacey hops over her. Stacey rebounds and Roxi leapfrogs over her. Stacey runs off of the other side and Roxi attempts to greet her with a boot but Stacey blocks it and Roxi counters with a step-over heel kick that flattens Jones! Stacey rolls over and begins to rise to her hands and knees but Roxi gives her no time to recover as she comes racing off of the ropes, connecting with a low dropkick - then a second! And a third! Roxi peels her up off of the mat, hooks her into a front chancery and whips her over with a snap suplex! Roxi rolls through and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Stacey kicks out!

Roxi pulls Stacey to her feet and strikes two forearm smashes to the side of her head and sweeps her legs out from under her. Roxi then steps through, attempting to roll her over into a sharpshooter but Stacey starts struggling! Roxi finally gets her over but before she can settle in, Stacey breaks the hold, rolling onto her back and she suddenly has Roxi in an ankle lock!

Adams: Where did THAT hold come from!?

Simone: When you have the credentials that Stacey Jordan does, you learn to think on your feet VERY quickly!

Stacey stands, keeping Roxi in the ankle lock as she twists it, working the tendons in Roxi's ankle!

Simone: Very smart strategy there by Stacey Jones! She knows just how dangerous Roxi Johnson is as an aerial wrestler and if she can take away her ability to stand, she can take away half her arsenal.

Adams: If you can't stand, you can't right!

Simone: Pulling your commentary from an episode of Cobra Kai I see.

Roxi will not submit the match away and she forces herself up onto her one foot and she jumps, turning in and delivering a mule kick that knocks Stacey loose and back to the mat! Stacey uses the ropes to pull herself up where Roxi comes flying in with a flying avalanche! Roxi throws her out of the corner and to the mat. Roxi then races off of the ropes and goes for the Rolling Thunder but Stacey brings her knees up and Roxi lands right across them on the small of her back! Roxi rolls off, her back arched in pain and Stacey comes crashing right into her with a Shining Wizard! Roxi is LAID OUT and Stacey goes for the cover, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Roxi gets her shoulder up!

Stacey brings Roxi back to a vertical base and she begins laying in the European uppercuts, driving her back against the ropes! Stacey then attempts an Irish whip but Roxi reverses it! Stacey hits the ropes with a handspring and flies back, laying Roxi out with a flying elbow! Stacey then returns to her feet and jumps onto the ropes for a springboard maneuver but somehow Roxi is back to her feet and counters with a dropkick to the back that sends Stacey over the top and to the ringside floor!

Simone: And HERE is where things get interesting!

Roxi looks to go out after her but each time Drew has to head her off at the passe, preventing it! This gives Stacey the needed time to recover as she pushes herself back to a vertical base! She turns just in time to see Roxi sailing towards her through the ropes, crashing into her with a suicide dive! BOTH women are wiped out!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Drew checks both women but deems both are able to continue but are physically spent! He rolls back into the ring and he begins his count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Roxi begins to drag herself to her feet...

FIVE!

SIX!

Stacey uses the barricade to get back up...

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Roxi rolls Stacey back inside of the ring, breaking the count. Roxi climbs onto the ring apron and Stacey charges her for a shoulder block but Roxi dives over her with a sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

Stacey kicks out!

Stacey is on her feet and she comes in swinging but Roxi ducks and counters with a side Russian leg sweep! Roxi then calls out to the fans and they come alive as she steps out onto the apron and begins to ascend to the top!

Adams: Uh OH! This is where Roxi is at her most dangerous!

Roxi reaches the top and steadies herself...

Simone: Look out!!!

As Stacey flies to the top, grabs Roxi and brings her CRASHING back down with the Spanish Fly!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Stacey with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-ROXI KICKS OUT!

Adams: She kicked out! ROXI KICKED OUT!

Simone: The look of disbelief on the face of Stacey Jones! She knew this would be a fight and Roxi is providing all that and more!

Stacey implores with Drew but he reiterates that it was just a two count! Stacey stands up, dragging Roxi up along with her. Stacey goes for the Irish whip into the ropes but Roxi reverses it! Roxi leans at the waist but Stacey leap frogs over her and - sunset powerbomb!

ONE!

TWO!

Roxi rolls back and folds Stacey in half for her own pin but Stacey counters with a roll through, kneeling on Roxi's shoulders!

ONE!

Roxi rolls backwards and somersaults over her for a pin and Stacey attempts to use her legs to sunset flip her but Roxi catches her legs under her arms!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner! ROXI JOHNSON!!!

Simone: Roxi Johnson is your winner! These two legends exchanged a quick series of pinfalls and Roxi managed to counter one from out of nowhere to gain the victory for herself!

Adams: If this is not a Match of the Year candidate then I don't know what else deserves it!

Roxi helps Stacey to her feet and the two women embrace as the fans cheer for the athletic display put on by both ladies!

The arena cuts to black as the slow guitar intro of "Blood Lightning" by Lutharo is heard over the PA System, right as the song launches into the opening guitar solo the lights start to flash across the arena before a single spotlight shines on Jessie headbanging to the song.

Simone: Jessie said on Twitter that she wanted to resolve her issues with Melisa and called for a peace treaty, this should be interesting.

Adams: She has a table set up in the ring for she appears to be serious about this.

Jessie poses at the top of the ramp just as the clean vocals of Krista is heard over the PA before she makes her way down the ramp, Jessie rolls into the ring and takes a mic from a stage hand as her music fades.

Jessie: Ever since the King for a Day episode of Climax Control, I have had one persistent thorn in my side!

Jessie says as she paces around the ring.

Jessie: You guys should know who I'm talking about by now, I'm talking about the now former Bombshell Roulette Champion Melissa! Don't get me wrong, I wish Ariana Angelos the best of luck as she embarks on her Bombshell Roulette Title Reign but she isn't the main focus of this, is she?

Jessie walks over to the ring ropes and glares up at the entrance ramp.

Jessie: Melissa, I'm not messing around, get your ass out here now!

Jessie stares at the entrance way, expecting the arrival from Melissa, when suddenly we hear Unsainted from Slipknot hit as Goth walks out to the entrance way.

Adams: Uh oh, we have seen this one before.

Goth slowly walks to the entrance way as Jessie is ready.

Goth: Jessie, Melissa is not interested in a rematch with you, she's beaten you once already.......

Jessie: Didn't she just lose her Roulette Title to the girl who she beat to earn that shot in the first place?

Jessie interrupts the veteran and Goth goes to continue.

Jessie: Save it Goth, do you really think I'd fall for the same trick twice?!

Jessie turns around and sure enough Melissa is standing right behind her, the former Roulette Champion was clearly ready to pounce on Jessie but she pauses as Jessie glares at her.

Jessie: Fool me once, same on me, fail to fool me twice? Shame on the most overrated talent from the Global Wrestling Alliance and failed promoter who's banging this chick!

Simone: OUCH!

Adams: That's a major blow to Goth's ego right there!

Melissa rolls her eyes after hearing the statement from Jessie about her engagement with Goth. She gets face to face with Jessie withacold look on her face.

Adams: I wouldn't want to be Jessie right now.

Melissa: You know something Jessie? If I didn't know any better, I would be thinking you are missing something in your stinking life. But I am not going to lower myself to comments that a teenager would make who just hit puberty.

Jessie is about to respond but Melissa cuts her off.

Melissa: It was fun Jessie, it really was. But I have other goals in mind than facing some old hack that takes pride what someone else did. Are you this resentful Jessie? Because YOU couldn't do what Arianna did? Well that's why you will forever be a glorious bitch.

Simone: Whoaaa!

Melissa: Come to think of it, I should just go ahead and revoke my rematch clause, what do you think about thatJessie? No, don't bother answering that rhetorical question. Because you suck.And I know you will never quit being a bitch, so i will accept, but under two stipulations. That it will be our final match AND that we will not get physical until our confrontation.So what's your answer bitch??

Jessie: No physical confrontation?

Melissa nods and Jessie grabs the contract from the table.

Jessie: I cleared this with Mark and Christian before I came out here, everything's in order and we can sort out the specifics with our attorneys, can't we?

Jessie asks rhetorically as she goes through the contract and then flips to the last page.

Jessie: Just one little thing Mel, read what the contract says at the bottom of the last page for me? The bit just above the part where we sign it!

Jessie hands the contract to Melissa and she reads it.

Melissa: You get to name the stipulation for our last match!

Jessie: I want to end our beef with a bang Mel, now I could suggest a good old fashioned Psycho Circus Match but I'm pretty sure Al Cohol and Grinder own the trademark on that thing and we'd need another six competitors anyway, no, what I've got in mind is something I've competed in before, four times in fact and against some fairly notable women as well.

Jessie holds up four fingers on her free hand.

Jessie: Crystal Hilton or whatever her fucking name is these days, Maki, Evie Jordan, Myra Rivers!

Simone: Wait, those women all have one thing in common.

Adams: They all faced Jessie in the same match!

Jessie: What do you say Mel? Want to be the fifth woman to face me in the Chamber of Extreme?

Melissa looks at her with that cold stare before lifting the microphone to her mouth.

Melissa: I don't care what kind of match you are on!

Jessie grins to herself seemingly satisfied with her answer before she signs the contract and hands it over to Mel.

Jessie: Watch yourself between now and High Stakes XI Mel, because if you so much as look at me funny, the match is off!

Melissa: I read the contract!

Jessie: I'm sure you did, and trust me I want this over and done with so I can move on with my life as well so please.

Jessie hands the title over to Melissa.

Jessie: Sign it!

Melissa signs the contract without another word and hands it back to Jessie, the veteran Bombshell backs off to the ring ropes.

Jessie: I'll leave you with some words of wisdom Mel, take it for what you will.

Jessie says as she hops off the apron and stands alongside Goth.

Jessie: Never interrupt an enemy when they are making a mistake!

"Blood Lightning" by Lutharo hits the speakers again and Goth rolls into the ring to talk with Melissa about what just transpired.

Simone: That's a quote from Napoleon Bonaparte if I'm not mistaken, and the meaning behind Jessie's words couldn't be clearer!

Adams: She thinks Mel just made the biggest mistake of her young career!

Vinnie is backstage preparing for his match with Fenris, he spots the camera and stops his preparation.

Vinnie: Hola amigo's, I am glad that you are all here. I am so thankful for the fact that things finally seem to go in a positive way in my life. But that may all come to an end if I do not keep my head in check, And when I face Fenris tonight, I know that I have to be at my best to even have an opportunity. Now I know that I don't have the best of track record, but I am willing to change. And I am willing to prove to Fenris that I can beat him without even using ONE dirty tactic. I will not have Bea out there, I will not have my cactus out there or my cologne. No, it will just be me.

He smiles at the camera and gives a thumbs up.

Vinnie: I know that Kris is in a different mindset than I am, something I am not used from him. But I cannot blame him for feeling this way about me, but it has to end. After tonight he needs to let it go, just like I have let it go. We are two of the brightest young stars of this company, with a future ahead of us. And I will hate to see it all go to waste because of this.

He shakes his head before punching his fist.

Vinnie: But I got to tell you something Kris, I hope that you can look me in the eye after the match. Whether you have won or not, hope you will acknowledge me and shake my hand. Or else, I feel that you are not the man that you claim to be... and that would be a shame. But until that moment comes, I will fight you and I will make you understand that I am not the man that you think I am... I am Vinnie....The Mariachi of Wrestling.

With that the shot fades.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The crowd is in anticipation of the arrival of the next wrestler as the lights go out and a band of 6 Mariachi players come out to the arena all playing a guitar. They start to play Cancion del Mariachi as all of them start to sing while walking down the rampway. Halfway they stop and three walk to the left and the other three to the right as they stand face to face before Senor Vinnie walks out to the arena. He is sporting expensive sunglasses and a sweater around his neck and carrying an atomizer. He sprays some of his cologne in the air and sniffs it up as if not wanting to smell the foul air around him. He stops as we see Bea Barnhart walk out to accompany him to the ring before the two continue their strut.

Justin: Coming down the aisle accompanied by Bea Barnhart!! Standing at 6'8 and weighing in at 280 pounds!! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!! Senor Vinnie!!!!

Vinnie and Bea walk to the ring as Vinnie holds the rope open for her as she steps through. He then steps through the ropes himself and hands her the cologne that he carries with him before posing a few moments before waiting for his opponent.

Adams: Hey wait a minute. I thought Bea Barnhart wasn't supposed to be allowed at ringside for this match?

Simone: Maybe she went full on Karen-esque and demanded to speak to a manager?

Justin: And his opponent...!

"If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray begins to play across the building and the crowd turns with anticipation towards the entrance as "the White Wolf" Fenris emerges from behind the curtains with his younger brother at his side. As Aron looks on, Fenris stands stoically, looking out towards the capacity crowd before dropping to one knee with head bowed. He symbolically crosses his heart and looks 'up' in homage before standing upright and beginning his journey toward the ring with his brother following close behind.

Justin: Making his way toward the ring! Accompanied by Aron Baltasarsson, from Iceland, weighing two hundred and four pounds -- Fenris!

Despite the fans that reach out toward him, Fenris does not reciprocate and his attention is solely on the ring, whereas the smiling Aron good naturedly slaps a hand or two that extends toward him. Fenris climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning towards the fans and extends his arms up and begins the 'Viking Clap.' Slowly but surely, despite any potential misgivings towards the young man, many fans join along with him in the Viking Clap. Aron holds the ropes for his brother, and Fenris steps through and continues the clap from one corner to the next, drawing in the energy of the crowd. Joined by Aron, Fenris returns to his own corner and paces like a wolf stalking his prey, kicking off his slippers to compete barefoot as the claps slowly subside.

Simone: It has been three months since we've seen "the White Wolf" Fenris appear inside of the ring! And after what happened at Into the Void X, it was only natural that his first match back be against the man that put him out for that period of time.

Adams: Not only put him out but actually almost permanently blinded him! He and... oh wait! Jacob Summers is over talking to Bea.

Indeed Jacob is conferencing with Bea and pointing toward the back but Bea is arguing with the official and shaking her head vehemently 'no'. Jacob talks to Vinnie, then speaks toward Bea again while Fenris and Aron call them out as well with Bea still steadfastly refusing to leave. Jacob then turns and walks over to the corner where Justin Decent stands and speaks to him.

Adams: Now what?

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed by referee Jacob Summers that if Bea Barnhart does not leave the ringside area by the count of ten, Senor Vinnie will forfeit the match!

The crowd cheers as Bea stomps her foot and screams at the referee while Vinnie looks aghast at the thought of losing in such a way! Jacob turns to Bea being in his face and he begins counting...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

And FINALLY Bea complies and she climbs out of the ring and exits the ringside area, complaining the entire way! Fenris then turns and speaks to Aron who confirms and nods, then he too exits the ring and starts to walk to the back...

Simone: And it looks like even though it's not part of the official decree, Aron himself is leaving as well!

Adams: When Fenris wanted an even playing field, he wasn't kidding. Now there are NO managers at ringside!

And Jacob finally calls for the bell...

DING DING DING!

Vinnie and Fenris turn from the crowd and watching after their departing managers to stare one another down in this long awaited match! They come from out of their corners and off of the ropes to slowly circle the ring, staring right at the other. Neither man taking his eyes from the other. They then pause briefly before locking up. With seven inches in height and seventy pounds in weight, Vinnie easily takes the upper hand as he begins to deliberately back Fenris up against the ropes when Fenris changes tactics and uses the leverage to ensnare Vinnie into a side headlock to wrestle control. Vinnie easily picks him up to throw him off but as he does so, Fenris pivots around and onto his back, grabbing him around the head from behind into an attempted sleeper! Vinnie manages to block this and has hold of the inside of Fenris's arm to block, then throws him over his shoulder and to the mat!

Adams: Vinnie may not be the submission wrestler that Fenris is but he knew how to counter that! With brute strength!

Simone: This is not the first time these two have met. By my estimation, this is their fourth time in singles competition against the other so they are quite familiar with each other's ring styles.

Vinnie manages to keep hold of Fenris in a wrist lock on the mat but Fenris rolls backward to return to his feet and he kicks a foot up over Vinnie's arm to break the hold, then lashes out with a forearm strike that knocks Vinnie back a step. The two men stare at each other, eyes ice cold and the crowd loving it, rallying behind them both with general applause!

Adams: This match has barely even started and the fans are already fully behind it!

Simone: Of course they are! We're talking about a match between two former World Champions! How could they not be?

The two men circle once again and Fenris moves in for a single leg takedown but Vinnie grabs him around the neck in a front chancery with one arm and wraps another under his upper body to block it. Vinnie then shows off a bit by spinning around and literally THROWING Fenris across the mat in a tailspin!

Simone: Fenris, strong as he is naturally, can not try to match strength with Vinnie. He needs to get him off of his feet.

Adams: Easier said than done when there's this much of a size disadvantage.

Vinnie holds his arms out and takes a bow, playing the part of showman as part of the crowd loves it, and the other half boos him for the act. Vinnie then turns back to his opponent and Fenris runs right into him with a flying high knee right to the face!

Adams: THAT'S what he needed to do!

The blow stuns Vinnie as he falls back against the ropes where Fenris moves right in and lets loose with a rapid series of MMA strikes to Vinnie's head and body! Each time Vinnie tries to shield himself from one or the other, Fenris simply switches targets! Jacob finally forces Fenris back but Fenris goes right back in and he delivers three rapid kicks to Vinnie's well-muscled upper body! Fenris attempts a fourth but this time Vinnie catches him by the leg, turns around and throws him over with an Exploder suplex! Fenris is thrown the length of the ring and almost completely outside but he grabs hold of the ropes. Fenris slowly pulls himself back to his feet and Vinnie races from behind and clotheslines him in the back of the head! The blows ricochets Fenris off of the ropes and back onto Vinnie's shoulders for a Samoan drop!

Simone: The impact from that Samoan drop shook the entire ring!

Vinnie stands over Fenris and drops a fist right into the middle of his opponent's forehead. Vinnie then drags Fenris to his feet, lifts him up high and spins around before DRIVING him down with a body slam! Vinnie peels him up off of the canvas to deliver a second body slam, and then a THIRD! Fenris arches his back from the pain his spine is being put through!

Adams: Do you think Fenris is regretting his decision to return to the ring?

Simone: Not for a moment. I think he's more so FEEDING off of the pain!

Vinnie then comes off of the far side of the ropes and delivers a BIG guillotine leg drop across his head and neck! Vinnie covers him, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

Fenris kicks out!

Simone: A FAST kick out!

Fenris sits up, pain and determination on his face as Vinnie clubs him back down! Vinnie then attempts an elbow drop but Fenris rolls out of the way and Vinnie's elbow connects with the mat! Fenris scrambles to his feet as Vinnie advances on him and Fenris greets him with a kick to the sternum, stopping the larger man! Fenris then begins laying in a series of palm strikes, finishing with a strike that sounds like the crack of a whip and leaving a dark welt on Vinnie's chest!

Fans: WOO!

Simone: Oh I was HOPING we'd have an opportunity for that from the fans!

Adams: Sarcasm?

Simone: Yup!

Fenris attempts an Irish whip into the corner but Vinnie reverses it! Fenris crashes sternum-first into the turnbuckles and falls back again into Vinnie's arms! Vinnie attempts a German suplex but Fenris lands on his feet! Vinnie spins around and Fenris drops down and lands a Pele kick! Vinnie falls back against the ropes and Fenris comes charging in with a flying forearm strike to the head! Vinnie staggers off of the ropes and Fenris comes off the far side and runs right into Vinnie's waiting arms for a spinning sidewalk slam! Right into the immediate cover and hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Fenris kicks out!

Simone: Vinnie has been ready for just about everything Fenris has thrown at him since the start of this match!

Adams: Yes! Fenris has gotten in some good offense but the problem is that Vinnie keeps taking back control of the match!

Vinnie stands over Fenris and drags him to his feet when Fenris suddenly pounces on him, locking in a Guillotine choke! Vinnie begins fighting it, immediately realizing the danger that he's in!

Adams: He's got him! He's got him! And right in the center of the ring!

Vinnie slowly sinks to a single knee with Fenris hanging off of him! Vinnie's arm stretches out toward the ropes but he is too far away! Jacob is right there to ask if he wants to tap out or submit but Vinnie has too much fighting spirit to do either just yet! Slowly, deliberately, Vinnie forces himself back to a standing position with Fenris dangling off of him, the hold still locked in! Vinnie then looks to counter and picks Fenris up for a vertical suplex but "the White Wolf" counters himself and slips down, dropping to his feet behind Vinnie! Fenris grabs him around the waist and –!

Simone: A German suplex!

Indeed, right on the back of his head! Fenris displayed his OWN natural strength by delivering a suplex on a man the size of Senor Vinnie!

Adams: He just dead lifted Senor Vinnie, a man that outweighs him by seventy pounds!

Simone: Vinnie was not expecting that! He is dazed!

Adams: And he is in the perfect position for...!

Fenris shouts out in Icelandic as he spins around and lashes out a bare foot right into Vinnie's skull!

Adams: Wolf's Bane!

The blow knocks Vinnie onto his back and Fenris covers him with the inside leg hooked!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner - FENRIS!!!

The crowd cheers as referee Jacob Summers raises the arm of "the White Wolf" in victory as Vinnie shakes the cobwebs, the straight kick to the head rattling more than a few cobwebs!

Simone: And Fenris's first match since returning to active competition is a successful one!

Adams: And some might say he just delivered a striking blow for justice for what put him out of action in the first place!

Simone: Droll, Jason. But the question now remains is whether or not things are settled between these two men?

Adams: I think we're about to find out...

Vinnie slowly returns to his feet, holding his head as Fenris stands there, leaning at the waist to check on him. The two men confer quietly between them when Vinnie takes Fenris's arm and raises it high for the crowd's delight! Vinnie then grabs him in a fierce embrace, Fenris returning it with one arm.

Adams: Does THAT answer your question Bel?

Simone: Indeed it does as it looks like the feud between Fenris and Senor Vinnie has FINALLY come to an end!

Vinnie then takes his leave and drops to the ringside floor and points at Fenris with both hands, a gesture returned in kind by the White Wolf! Vinnie then turns and takes his leave from the ringside area to allow Fenris his moment in the spotlight!

Simone: And... it looks as though Fenris is not quite finished with his business out here tonight.

Most uncharacteristically, Fenris approaches the corner and calls for a mic, confusing many as most are well aware that he is not much of a talker on the mic. Justin looks around before finally complying. He stands up from his seat at the time keeper's table and offers the house mic to the man inside of the ring. Fenris snatches it from the ring announcer's hand and Fenris backs up to the center of the ring, looking around at the crowd still responding to his win. When the cheers finally subside, Fenris looks into the camera and raises the house mic to his lips.

Fenris: Ertu að grínast í mér!?

Fenris stalks back and forth like his ring namesake before closing his eyes and changing to English.

Fenris: Two weeks have gone by! TWO! It was in THIS ring! In New Delhi! Violent Conduct XI! TWO weeks ago that I came out and issued an open challenge! And what happened!?

He spreads his arms out, looking to every corner of the building in mock wonder before returning to his tirade.

Fenris: Not one man - not. One! - Answered my challenge! Why is that, huh!? I have men telling me day in and day out how much they'd like to work with me! How they would be only too happy to step inside of the ring with me, but when I call them out!? When I openly ask for one of them to step up and answer a challenge!? All I get are fucking crickets!

Adams: F-Bomb alert! Thank god we have censors!

Simone: We're LIVE, Jason.

Adams: Aw shit!

Fenris: Men will be only too happy to tell me that they'll be open to a challenge but when it comes to putting it on the line and actually ANSWERING that challenge!? Then NOTHING! They wait to see if someone else answers first so then they have an excuse to go out and say 'well I WAS going to accept but so-and-so beat me to it.' BULLSHIT!

The fans cheer!

Fenris: So what's the excuse!? What's the reason, huh!? Either they're too damn scared to step inside of the ring with me or their opinion of me is so damn low they feel they can't be bothered to be seen in the same ring as...

"Lights Out" by P.O.D blasts through the speakers, sending the crowd in to huge screams.

Adams: It can't be...

J2H confidently strolls out on to the stage, causing the volume level to become much louder.

Simone: It's J2H!

J2H confidently walks towards the ring with a microphone in hand, not even looking at the fans reaching out to him. He walks up the steps and in to the ring with his eyes locked in with Fenris.

Adams: This is like walking in to the lions den.

J2H puts his finger on his lips and the music fades out. He raises the microphone.

J2H: Did someone get out of the wrong side of the bed this morning?

J2H smirks at Fenris.

J2H: I get the open challenge thing, because I did the same thing, and you think you got it bad, all I got was Twitter pussy's considering it and I don't see one of those bitches here taking me up on the offer of a lifetime. They just wanted their five minutes of Twitter fame before hiding back behind the keyboard. I sat back there waiting for as long as I could for someone with a bit of backbone appeared looking for a fight and then I heard you babble in a language no one understands and no one cares about and it took my attention.

He waves his finger at Fenris.

J2H: I came out here to make you look like a bitch, but after your ranting there, you're doing a damn fine job of that yourself.

The crowd gasp.

J2H: But we have something in common, because there's a lot of people scared to step in to the ring with me, there's a lot of people that don't have the balls to step up. I listened to you sing a song that I might have well wrote myself about people not stepping up. I don't fear anyone, no man, no woman, no beast.

He looks in Fenris' eyes and points a finger.

J2H: No long haired female looking MMA fighter from Iceland either.

The crowd burst in to cheers at the prospect of what's about to happen.

Adams: J2H is showing absolute no fear at all.

J2H: I clearly don't fear you and I don't chase people, but everyone says you're the greatest SCW World champion there has ever been, besides me of course. I'm tired of weak ass bitches replying on Twitter, teasing they might have the balls to step up, only to sober up and think what the fuck, I'm stepping to you!

The crowd cheer loudly.

J2H: I'll give you a week to think it over and get back to me.

J2H pokes Fenris in the chest but Fenris grabs his finger, squeezing it tightly as J2H grits his teeth. He raises the microphone to his lips.

Fenris: I accept!

The crowd burst in to louder cheers as Fenris drops the microphone and shoulder barges past J2H to leave the ring.

Simone: OH MY GOD! J2H Vs Fenris at High Stakes! I can't believe it.

Adams: I think maybe, just maybe J2H has lost his mind!

The camera zooms in on a smirking J2H before cutting elsewhere.

There is a break between matches and the fans are excited as always at Sin City Wrestling events. Without notification we hear RAISE YOUR GLASS by Pink hit the speakers and the fans know this means Bill Barnhart is about to make an appearance. The song plays and the fans are looking at the large Tron screen and, seeing nothing on the screen, their look at the landing at the top of the entrance area and they see nothing there either. The fans are confused and they make it known they don't enjoy waiting to find out what is going to happen next. While the fans are muttering to each other Bill Barnhart struts out from the backstage area and he walks to the center of the landing area and he is holding a mic in his hand. As Bill Barnhart is playing the crowd his wife and Manager, Bea, steps out from the backstage area to stand next to Bill on the landing. The crowd erupts in an equal amount as anti-Bill Barnhart and pro-Bill Barnhart. While this is going on Bill raises the mic to speak.

Bill: So nice for me to come out and the fans are split down the middle supporting me and being against me. Nice switch from having the majority of the crowd against me. This tells me you fans are coming around to realize I'm not the bad guy here in Sin City Wrestling but that I am, in reality, the person who is trying to rid Sin City Wrestling of the negative wrestlers. By the time I get done destroying Mac Bane tonight the fans will be in majority support of me.

The pro-Bill Barnhart fans get loud in their support of Bill while the anti-Bill Barnhart fans try to make more noise to drown out those who are supporting Bill but they fail in their attempt.

Bill: Har har har!!! I told you so! But. . .noooooo. . .you anti-Bill Barnhart people don't want to believe the truth but the truth just hit you in the face like dozens of pies thrown by The Three Stooges in a pie fight!

That Three Stooges pie fight comment gets the majority of the crowd laughing from the visual image they got when Bill mentioned in.

Bill: Mac. . .wherever you're hiding. . .listen carefully as I inform you how I'll humiliate and destroy you in our match coming up shortly. First I'll treat you like the spoiled brat kid you are. The way you subdue a spoiled brat kid is to knock them down then lay them across your knee and spank them until the learn some manners and that's what I'll do to you Mac.

Bill smiles as the pro-Bill Barnhart fans continue to cheer him on while the anti-Bill Barnhart fans seems to have give up already.

Bill: Another way to subdue a spoiled brat kid is to make sure their friends, thugs, hit-men, whatever you want to call them, can't gang up on you due to them having more of them against you. Well, Mac, if you honestly believe you can pay your friends to over-power me then you need to think again. You think you have me out-numbered Mac? You think you can cheat and have your friends interfere in our match to help you get a cheap win over me? Not so fast bratty kid! I have Bea as my Manager in my corner and I have Senor Vinnie lurking around watching my back. At the slightest indication that your friends will try to interfere in our match then your friends will be dealt quick blows by Vinnie and Bea and they will be taken out to the loading dock and thrown into the trash dumpsters.

Bill smiles a huge smile as the pro-Bill Barnhart fans roar even louder in support of him.

Bill: Mac since you are the spoiled brat kid and I'm the break of spoiled brat kids, you are being warned to behave in our match or you'll end up out of the wrestling business quickly. I'm not coming into our match to lose to you. I'm not coming into the match to just do wrestling moves and holds. I'm coming into this match to utterly destroy you and put you out of wrestling and into retirement. What's that Mac? Do I detect anger and resentment that I'm talking aggressively to you? Get as upset as you care to be Mac. Want to know why? When I defeat you, and most likely get you to retire from the sport of wrestling, I will have done it 100 percent legally within the rules of our match. If that's not a huge slap across your face then nothing is!

Bill roars with laughter as does his supportive fans in the stands. Bill looks at Bea and. . .

Bill: Bea? Are you ready to dish out justice against that fool Mac Bane?

Bea: Damn right I am!

Bill: Let's do it!

Bill drops the mic to the landing and he and Bea turn around the walk off the landing and return to the backstage area. The pro-Bill Barnhart fans in the stands roar so loudly nobody can even think clearly due to the noise they are making.

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

Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar.

Justin: Being accompanied by Bea Barnhart, from Lawrenceville, Georgia, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is Bulldog Bill Barnhart!

When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.

Justin: And his opponent....

The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack play as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his manager, "Chronic" Chris Page. The crowd is giving them a mixed reaction from the first sounds. The booing is almost thunderous. He laughs as they make their way toward the ramp.

Justin: Being accompanied by Chris Page. From Port Arthur, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, he is Mac Bane.

They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring.

Finally, they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring.

Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reached a crescendo.

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as we see bill Barnhart stand in his corner, slapping his shoulders as he is facing a bigger and more powerful opponent in the former world champion Mac Bane. Bill circles around Mac as the former world champion just stares at him, both men are hesitant to start the match quickly due to he respect for each other's experience inside the ring ropes. Bill stops as he hears the crowd chanting his name in a negative way, causing him to turn his attention towards them and jaw japs to the crowd before turning back towards his opponent as Mac blasts him with a closed right hand across the right side of Bill's face. This staggers the former multi time Roulette champion into the ropes as Mac follows it up by going for an Irish Whip, sending Bill to the opposite side of the ring. Bill comes off the ropes, ducks a clothesline from Mac and comes off the ropes with a flying shoulder tackle that sends the former champion into the ropes. Bill quickly gets to his feet and charges in on Mac Bane. There he executes a NFL shoulder tackle that sends Mac through the ropes to the outside along with Bill as he holds on to Mac.

Simone: Good Grief!! Bill sure as hell reversed that momentum of Mac Bane rather quickly!!

Adams: Bill may not be the biggest and not as heavy as Mac Bane, but he sure knows how to throw his girth around!!!

Bill stands up, stares towards the crowd with a big grin upon his face as he taps on the side of his head, professing to the people how smart he really is. He quickly turns his attention back to Mac Bane, grabs a handful of hair as Dawn Barnes warns him to let go before she starts to use a five count on Bill. Who ignores her as hes tarts to drive series of closed right hands into the forehead before stopping before Dawn could reach the count of five. Bill let's go off Mac before grabbing him by the head once more and whacks he back of his head into the steel barricades behind him as Mac drops down and holds on to his head.

Simone: We saw how vicious Bill was a few weeks ago and i guess he is taking this with him to face the former champion.

Bill pushes his foot across the throat of Mac as Dawn starts to use the ten count on both of them

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bill pushes his foot of the throat of Mac and takes a few steps backwards before charging in on Mac with a running knee to the face as that causes Mac to hit the back of his head to bounce against the steel barricade even more as Bill rolls in the ring

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Mac is slowly stirring, clearly groggy by the assualt of Bill as Dawn continues her count

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

Adams: Is Mac goin to make it in time??

NINE!

Mac finally manages to somehow leap towards the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope to break the ten count. Only to be caught by a waiting Bill Barnhart, dropping an elbow in the lower back of the champion before hooking him in a modified Camel Clutch as he had pushed the massive arms behind his arms on top of his powerful legs. Dawn is checking in on Mac if he wishes to give in, but he screams out loud through Bill's fingers that he will never give in. Mac slowly starts to stir, causing his legs to get underneath him and forces himself to get to his feet with Bill on his back still holding on to the Camel Clutch before dropping backwards. Crashing hard on top of Bill Barnhart with all of his weight. on top of Bill Barnhart.

Simone: That's a way to change the momentum of the match!!

Mac slowly manages to get on his hands and knees, staring at Bill Barnhart before getting to his feet. He holds onto his back with one hand for a few moments before grabbing Bill by the arm andrakes the shoelaces of his boots across the face of Bill Barnhart before grabbing him by the head and locks him in a standing position to deliver a big time Snap Suplex. Crashing Bill hard on the canvas before going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Bill manages to kick out at the count of two as Mac Bane quickly gets up, drops a fist across the forehead of B?ill Barnhart before locking him in a seated reverse chinlock and pushing all of his weight on top of Bills neck as Dawn checks in on Bill.

Adams: I can't see Bill give in to this hold just as I couldn't see Mac Bane doing that earlier

Bill raises his arms upwards, trying to grab the hair of Mac Bane. Only to have Dawn Barnes push his hands away Mac then pushes Bills left arm backwards before dropping several haymakers across the chest area of Bill with authority as the fans start to count along with him

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Mac let's go just before Dawn could reach the count of five as he would risk a diqualification

Simone: I wouldn't be Bill at that moment!!

Austin runs the ropes and then comes charging in on Bill with a diving clothesline that nearly knocks Bill's head off his shoulders. Mac is about to go for the cover, but Bill rolls wisely underneath the bottom rope to the outside of the ring.

Adams: That was one hell of a veteran move from Bill.

Austin doesn't give Bill any moment for a breather as he steps through the ropes, only to have Bill wait for him. Tripping the foot that just got in contact with the ring apron as that forces Mac Bane to fall down awkwardly on the ring apron before dropping to the concrete floor.Bill rests against the steel ring post for a moment, holding on to his jaw as that had got the blunt of the blow a few moments ago.Bill shakes his head, turns towards his wife who gives him a soft kiss on the cheek that causes Bill to smile big time and suddenly forgets about the pain.

Adams: Does that woman have magical lips or something??

Simone: Knowing The Bulldog, i think he is just pretending not to be hurting anymore.

Bill grabs Mac by the head and tights as he whips the former champion back in the ring before hopping on the ring apron himself. There he measures Mac Bane as the former world champion slowly rises to his feet while having his back turned to Bill

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bill listens to the ten count of Dawn as he watches Mac Bane slowly turn around, there he uses his powerful leg strength to jump on the top rope before going for a Springboard shoulder tackle towards Mac Bane, who responds by lifting a knee to the side of Bill's head causing the former Roulette champion to drop down hard on the canvas.

Simone: Good Grief!!!

Adams: First we see Bill Barnhart do a move like that and then Mac just kills it with a high knee!!!!

Mac stands over Bill Barnhart, he drops to his knees as he rolls Bill over on his back before hooking the left leg for a cover as Dawn drops to her knees to count to three

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

Bill somehow manages to get his shoulder off the canvas to a huge shock on the face of Mac Bane, who shakes it off as he pulls Bill to his feet before whipping him into the ropes as he goes for his patented Shotgun Lariat.

Adams: Branded!!!!

Bill gets knocked down as Mac goes for another cover

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by pinfall!! Mac Bane!!!

Mac slowly rises up from the canvas and allows Dawn to rise his arm in victory while staring down Bill Barnhart

Simone: This was one tough slobberknocker of a match!!!

The bare concrete walls of the service tunnels running underneath the arena focus into view, lit by sickly-yellow overhead lamps. The familiar face of one of SCW's most dynamic – some would say reckless – Bombshells steps into shot, as Avalon Blackthorn ducks underneath a rusted steam pipe and picks her way over electrical cabling and around pools of dirty orange water.

Avalon: Huh. Thought this would be her kind of haunt ...

Exiting right and climbing up a steel staircase, Avalon makes her way up multiple flights until she ends up high over ringside in the rafters of the arena; gingerly walking along swaying catwalks that float even higher than the spotlights shining up above and still, somehow, down below.

She walks through the cast-up shadows, peering cautiously around the corner as the gantry turns left and right.

Avalon: Two for nothing.

When she next reappears, Amber Ryan's Protege is walking the backstage area, frustration writ across her young features. She spins a passing stagehand around around with a thrust hand and grabs his confused attention.

Avalon: Where is she?

Stagehand: Ma'am?

Avalon: Plastic face, talks funny, pretty weird. Okay – very weird.

Recognition dawns on the stagehand's face.

Stagehand: Oh, the New Champ?

She narrows her eyes, and the grip on his shoulder gets tighter. He winces.

Stagehand: Ah! Uh ... Catering, I think.

Sure enough, when Avalon rounds the corner to stand amongst pastries, pasta and finger food SCW's most curious Bombshell – and the Division's new Champion – is standing in front of one of the fold-out tables. She might pass for any talent, wearing a dark blue summer dress and matching heels ... Except for the scored, gouged, once-white mask strapped to her face. The porcelain is broken, an entire section missing which reveals the outline of her left cheek and jaw.

Avalon: There you are. Thought you hung out in more intimidating settings.

The taller woman doesn't look over or up.

Masque: Graveyards and Bellfries have limited in-house catering.

Pushing out the inside of her cheek with her tongue, Avalon nods.

Avalon: Sure, sure. Look – I want a match. And I have conditions.

Now, Masque does look over; fixing bright blue eyes on the youngster.

Masque: Is that so? I am afraid I cannot. That would break the terms of my agreement with your mentor.

For a few moments, Avalon looks like she is going to offer something in retort. Instead, she simply steps forward and crashes a balled fist against the World Champion's "face". The taller woman takes a single step back, another ugly crack spread across the battered porcelein.

Avalon: Now it's self defence. Give me my match.

Cocking her head to the side, Masque fixes the upstart with something unreadable.

Masque: And what are your conditions?

Avalon smirks.

Avalon: If I win, I want Amber to get a World Title match.

Masque: And if I win?

That gives Avalon pause, and she hesitates for a few moments. Masque takes a step forward to stand toe-to-toe.

Masque: If I win ... You will become my protege. There are so many wonderful things I could show you, Miss Blackthorn.

More hesitation, lips opened wordlessly for a few moments, before brash, youthful resolve settles the question definitively.

Avalon: You're on. See you next week.

Nodding, the World Champion simply turns away.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see one of the four Bombshells competing for a chance at the World Bombshell Championship Krystal Wolfe standing by for an interview with Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Krystal, tonight you will fight Alicia Lukas, Diamond Steele and Sam Marlowe for a chance at the World Bombshell Championship at High Stakes XI, some say that you are the least likely to win the match as you're the only one in it who's never challenged for the World Bombshell Championship.

Krystal: Yeah, it doesn't take a genius to realize why I'm the odd Bombshell out in this match!

Pussy: That said, upsets have happened before in an SCW ring before and this match could be a chance for just that, do you like your chances at that?

Krystal: If I didn't like my chances at winning I wouldn't be in SCW at all! You should know that I'm a competitive person by now and this match is no exception.

Pussy: You mentioned in your promo that you're entering this match with momentum thanks to your win over Sam at Violent Conduct VIII but you're not the only one entering this match with momentum.

Krystal: True enough, I guess! Alicia got the win over La Rosa Ardiente AKA Cristina Rose in a blatantly obvious disguise, but Diamond wasn't booked at the show and as we've already mentioned, my match against Sam ended in me getting the win.

Pussy: Do you think that will affect your chances in the match?

Krystal: Having momentum is one thing, capitalizing on that momentum is another thing entirely! Just ask Alicia, before Ariana became the latest name to get a surprise win over her, both Mercedes and Diamond failed to capitalize when that momentum translated into shots at the Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Championships respectively to the point that Ari pointed that out herself! Far as I see it? This match will come down to either me or Alicia making good on that momentum or either Diamond or Sam getting back on the winning track.

Pussy: One last thing before we sign off, the World Bombshell Championship is on the line in tonight's Main Event, who would you prefer to face.

Krystal pauses to consider Pussy's question as the Aussie thinks over it.

Krystal: I've seen two of my friends fail to defeat Masque and in one case, it completely shattered her confidence.

Pussy: Adrienne?

Krystal: Yep! That aside, Masque is a brutal competitor in general, but I've faced Mercedes four times since I signed with SCW and she hasn't defeated me once!

Pussy: So, your answer is Mercedes?

Krystal: I can't deny that I'd have a hell of a match against Masque if it came to it, but I'm looking at it from a pragmatic perspective and that means I'd prefer to face Mercedes!

Pussy: Back to you guys at ringside!

Krystal walks off as the scene fades.

Justin: The following contest is for one fall and is an anything goes fatal fourway! Introducing first...

The soft twang of an electric guitar begins to play as "She's Country" blasts out over the arena. A familiar redhead walks out onto the stage of the show dressed in white and gold hotpants, matching halter, short jacket and a pair of lace up wrestling boots that look like cowboy boots where she stops and looks over the crowds who begin to chant her name as Justin brings the microphone to his lips.

Justin: Introducing from Houston Texas, she has been known as SCW's sweetheart, she is 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.

Justin: And her opponent....

Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers.

Justin: From London, England, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is Diamond Steele!

Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.

Justin: And their opponent....

The opening to "Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the lights dim, once the music kicks into high gear strobe lights flash around the entrance ramp before a single spotlight stops on Krystal as she kneels on one knee with her head down and hood up.

Justin: Introducing first, hailing from Adelaide, Australia she is "Down Under Thunder" Krystal Wolfe!

Once the lyrics hit Krystal removes her hood and looks out to the crowd before standing up and making her way down to the ring, she hops onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and into the ring where she removes the jacket and waits for her opponent.

Justin: And their opponent....

"Circle with me (SCW Edit)" By Spiritbox hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair.

Justin: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds, she is Alicia Lukas!

She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as all four Bombshells charge in on each other, we see Diamond Steele and Krystal Wolfe get it on, while on the other end of the ring we see two former Bombshell World champions attack each other. Samantha Marlowe whips Alicia Lukas into the ropes, setting her up for a hip toss when Alicia comes off the ropes. Locking her arm underneath that of Alicia as she sets her up for the hip toss, but Alicia manages to hold on and spins around Samantha Marlowe and manages to deliver a DDT out of nowhere before going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Samantha manages to kick out at the count of two as the camera turns to the other side of the ring where Krystal Wolfe is being sent into the ropes, there she comes off the ropes with a Springboard back elbow into the face of Diamond Steele. This sends her through the ropes to the outside as we see Krystal quickly get to her feet and runs towards the ropes before going for a suicide dive betwen the top and middle rope as she comes crashing down onto Diamond who has gotten back to her feet. The move causes Diamond to crash into the steel barricades with Krystal on top of her.

Simone: I think we can expect a fast paced match with these four Bombshells!!!

Krystal jumps up in joy, trying to get the fans behind her as we see Alicia lean over the middle rope to the outside and grabs Krystal's hair and pulls her up from the ground and follows it up with a reverse chinlock while being off the ground.

Adams: I have never seen anything like that before!!

Simone: And with this match it's all legal!!!

Alicia pulls Krystal further inside the ring, while having her feet pushing against the bottom ring ropes for extra leverage. It only stops when we see Samantha Marlowe run the ropes and execute a Springboard Moonsault on top of Alicia Lukas. The move causes her to let go off Krystal Wolfe, who rolls around while holding her throat and coughs out loud. Samantha grabs her midsection before going for the cover on top of Alicia while hooking one leg with her free arm.

ONE!

TWO!

This time it is Diamond Steele that breaks it up with a double axhandle as that breaks the pin attempt as Jasmine St. John signals that it is merely a two count. Diamond follows it up wit bashing Samantha's head into the canvas before we see both Alicia Lucas and Krystal Wolfe get up and charge in on Diamond. Who quickly rolls out of the ring and is being chased by Krystal Wolfe, while Alicia runs the ropes in the inside toward where Diamon is heading and executes a baseball slide that sends Diamond crashing into the steel barricades. Alicia gets up and sets Diiamond up for a Snap Suplex, when she is joined by Krystal as both Bombshells set Diamond up for a double Snap Suplex on the concrete floor.

Adams: That got to hurt!!!!

Alicia goes for a cover on the outside, Jasmine jumps out of the ring and goes for the cover

ONE!

but the three count is halted when Krystal yanks Alicia off of Diamond as she goes for the cover

ONE!

but that three count is also thwarted by a Samantha Marlowe jumping over the top rope and comes crashing down on top of everyone with a Moonsault. She stands up with a happy smile on her face before turning around and grabs the arm of Krystal Wolfe and pulls her over towards the ring apron before turning her attention towards Diamond Steel and places her against Krystal before turning her attention towards Alicia Lukas.

Adams: What is Samantha thinking??

She places Alicia with her back against the back of Diamond, who is face to face with Krystal Wolfe before jumping the announce table and charges towards the three ladies for a running dropkick, but only Alicia Lukas manage to slide away at the last moment as Samantha hits both Diamond and Krystal

Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!!

we see a replay of the move as we see both Diamond and Krystal squash into each other, causing the oxygen to be driven out of their bodies. Samantha slowly gets to her feet as her back hit the concrete rather hard. Noticing that Alicia isn't between the two other Bombshells on the ground as she turns around to look where she is.

Simone: Good Grief!!!

Alicia comes down hard with a Superkick to the face of Samantha Marlowe, that causes Samantha to drop hard on the concrete floor.Alicia grabs the hair of Samantha and rolls her in the ring, there she grabs Samantha by the arm, pulls her up to her feet before whipping her into the ropes before executing a Double A spinebuser in the middle of the ring before going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

The three count gets broken up by Diamond Steele, who has gotten into the ring first. She grabs the head of Alicia and bashes it into the canvas several times before she prepares for a standing Moonsault on top of Alicia but gets dropkicked in the face by Krystal Wolfe after Diamond had gotten up to her feet. This sends her into the ropes as we see Krystal charge in on her for a running clothesline, but Diamond tosses her over her shoulder to the outside. There Krystal lands on her feet on the apron and grabs Diamond by the hair as she jumps off the apron. This causes a Whiplash like move on the neck of Diamond, having her neck bounce off the ropes and stagger forward straight into a Superkick from Alicia. Who then goes for the cover, but sees Krystal hop on the apron and jumps the top rope for an Earial assault. Alicia catches her for a Powerbomb, but Krystal reverses it into a Hurricanrana on top of Diamond as she hooks the legs of Alicia on top of Diamond for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

But Sam Marlowe jumps towards them to break the count. All four Bombshells are on their backs gasping for air as Sam slowly starts to stir. She gets to the turnbuckles and gets on the top turnbuckle as she measures her opponents.

Adams: What is on her mind??

Simone: And who of the three Bombshells is she aiming at???

Samantha sets herself up for A Swanton Bomb off the top tunbuckle towards Alicia Lukas, who gets her knees up as that causes Samantha to come in contact and rolls around the ring in agonizing pain. Alicia quickly gets to her feet, tosses both Diamond and Krystal out of he ring to be sure that they will not be able to interfere in her pin attempt.

Simone: Smart move from Alicia

Adams: Will this be her turning point?? Will she finally be able to win the match???

Alicia turns her attention back to Samantha Marlowe, she grabs her by the head and lifts her up to her feet. She then hoists her up over her shoulders as she sets her up for the Go To Sleep

Simone: The Georgia Drop!!!! If Alicia hits this then she surely is going to win!!!

Alicia executes the move, connecting her knee to the face of Samantha as she lets go off her. Samantha drops down to the canvas, seemingly out cold as Alicia drops to her knees and hooks the left leg of Samantha Marlowe before going for the cover as Jasmine St. John goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE.....

Adams: NO!!!

We see Diamond Steele come in the ring while wielding a steel chair, blasting it across the back fo Alicia Lukas as that causes the three count to be broken. Diamond turns around as she sees Krystal on the apron as she blasts her with the chair as well before crashing it again on top of Alicia and Samantha Marlowe. Then she drops the chair and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen!! The winner of the match by pinfall!! Diamond Steele!!!

Jasmine raises the arm of Diamond Steele in victory as we see Alicia Lukas in the corner looking at her, cursing as she was this close to win the match.

Simone: Such bad luck for Alicia Lukas, she was this close!!!

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Alexander Raven: Freedom to hunt.

As the scene opens up, a burning effigy of a wolfs head burns in the depths of the room. Alexander Raven is standing side on with the burning effigy, eyes focused on the flames.

Alexander Raven: I speak a lot of focus. Focus that alludes me at this time. Obsession isn't the focus I seek, and yet, I seek it all the same. The pup bested me this time. The truth of it being that he was better on the night. That he won, and I lost. Yet with my shoulders pinned, I could hear it.

A wolf's howl in the background. The sound of paws scratching on wood, pounding the ground over and over. The flap of wings, the screech of a bird in pain. Then nothing but the crackle of the burning effigy.

Alexander Raven: Like a pack of mangy mutts, every damn one of them had something to say. Every single one of the flea ridden beasts had to comment. To run to the protect of their pup. A pup who was well enough to kill the bird on his own. Yet regardless, the pack mentality of these so called wolves, leads them to protect.

Raven turns to face the camera, stepping towards it. A shadow is cast over his body by the wolf head in the background, a glow illuminating his silhouette but obscuring his features in shadow.

Alexander Raven: The meek shall inherit the earth. It is not a phrase about weakness. It is not a phrase about cowardice. No, in the change in terminology we have lost the truth of it. The earth shall be inherited by those who forsake worldly power. Biblically this means to be rewarded in the kingdom of heaven. Regardless of belief, the truth is this. Those who keep their tongue, shall be allowed to live upon this world. None of the wolves kept their tongue. Every... damn... one... had something to say. Every single one of them rushed to the defense of their little pup, and tried to tear me down.

Raven shakes his head, stepping closer to frame once more. His face no longer washed in shadows, the frustration in his eyes evident. Bruising and wounds dot his face, his beard has grown out and is looking quite disgruntled.

Alexander Raven: Freedom to hunt is what has come of losing the crown of gamblers. Listen to me, and listen well. Forget the bickering, forget the vainglorious attitude, and forget the holier than thou attitude. I'm speaking to you flea ridden mongrels. Fenris, Lachlan, Finn, even the damn she-devil. I've seen, I've heard. I'll continue to see and I'll continue to listen. I want them to know. I will come for any of you who stick there nose into my damn business again. Lachlan has my future in his hands, I can guarantee it. Focus will not allude me again.

Alex turns on his heels and throws his arms out to either side. As he does the flames on the effigy extinguish throwing the area into a waning light, darkness slowly creeping in.

Alexander Raven: I'm going to shatter the sky, and I will paint the new kingdom with the blood of the mongrels that stick their nose where it doesn't belong. I care not for my failures, for the path of progress is made with mistakes. Mark my words, at the end of the day, I will stand atop the heap. And no more will the dogs bark.

Darkness.

Silence.

Nothing.

---

As the strains of a song not heard in what feels like too long, yet somehow not nearly enough at the same time, 'Cry Sister' by Royal Bliss echoes to the point it doesn't yet feel real. Not until those lights familiarly dim, the flickering red seems to envelop the crowd and the drip of black trailing down the tron screen reminds all of the sickening trail that usually follows.

Anticipation murmurs, the crowd still unsure how real any of this might be, given these strains haven't been heard since June. It holds tense as the lyrics start to kick in.

Almost a minute passes as that tension grows before an explosion of noise at the emergence of a figure known all too well by the SCW faithful, by a locker room left in ruin by her reign. Amber Ryan, on two feet with head held higher than she probably has any right to, slowly makes her way down the ramp. Left arm lingering gingerly at her side, a scar tracing down her throat and visible even under the flashing of strobes and neons.

Many try to reach out for contact, however the redhead simply acknowledges with a head nod, flanked behind soon after by her husband and former World Heavyweight Champion in his own right, Mac Bane.

There's no fanfare nor pageantry, never usually is when the Queenpin steps into business mode – and even in loose jeans and a hoodie that bears a crosshair with the words 'Don't Miss' – it's obvious that this isn't just a celebration of life and living.

Slipping through the ropes, the motion in itself earns another roar, a sight perhaps wondered by many as to whether such a thing would ever be possible again after the last time Amber had graced SCW television, she motions briefly for a mic with her right hand while Mac lingers on the outside protectively.

No doubt for the sake of anyone who might dare cross paths with a hurricane on a night quite like this...

Amber Ryan: Don't you all go acting like you missed me.

Underneath the obvious sarcasm, there's an unmistakable rasp in Amber's voice like a constant reminder of her absence, traced deep into her skin. Shaking her head as she gently paces, the crowd reacts with several chants that seem to overlap into a cacophony of noise that she beckons to quiet down moments later.

Amber Ryan: Yeah, yeah... You're all full of shit.

More sarcasm, more noise. A crowd determinedly grateful and relieved perhaps, a few pockets of 'fuck her up' chants blossom around ringside to which Amber gives a knowing little wink in the direction of.

Amber Ryan: Don't worry though, I'm not gonna waste valuable camera time. Theres a bunch of guys and gals back there clamouring for their spot and the last thing any of them wanna see is this bitch talking a whole lot of fuck all for way too long. Business is business and there's something a little unfinished that I gotta get outta my system...

Before the last syllables even hit the mic, the 'fuck her up' chants are back and louder.

Amber Ryan: Word has it, that MY world title found its way into the Inferno. Got a little lost and ended up... enraptured.

There's a noticeable cold that lingers on that last syllable, a certain chill that carries weight and purpose. Amber doesn't even bother to veil her facial expression, a fury and disdain bubbling just under the skin sends a small flush into her cheeks.

Amber Ryan: All credit to Roxi, of course. She didn't give it up without a fight, and I wouldn't have expected anything less... but can't help but feel a little... well, entirely responsible for all this happening to start with. Which is precisely why I'm here...

Clearing her throat, Mac shoots her a less than discrete querying look, mouthing the words 'Are you sure' as she simply nods solemnly in response.

Amber Ryan: It's not exactly a secret that your placeholder World Bombshells Champion and I have a little... history. It's a story for another place and another time, but it's safe to say things got out of hand – I got cocky, I got stupid thinking I had things under control, that I knew what I was getting myself into... And I did know.

A small chuckle escapes the redhead as she shakes her head ruefully.

Amber Ryan: Until the fucking rules changed.

Brushing her hair from her face with her right hand, still tightly clasping the mic, the left seems to dangle loosely.

Amber Ryan: Everything changed. I should have seen it from a mile off, and I should have put my foot down on the throat of the problem long before that – and I didn't. For that SCW, for the legion, for all those in the back... I'm sorry. I might not be a mind reader but it doesn't take a genius to see that things were never gonna end well from the start. However I promised I would fix this, I promised I would END this and so... I am.

A murmur of anticipation, Amber Ryan has never been known for being vague or uncertain and yet there's a fog of it that seems to have silently filled the arena space.

Amber Ryan: SCW faithful, I made a deal with the devil and accepted damnation for my sins. On the word of the champion herself, she cannot pursue conflict with anyone I deem off-limits. Those I consider foundational, who I hold a level of love and respect for – there will no longer be the threat of Rapture, no mindless violence nor messages sent in blood and sealed with a kiss. Of course, how do I know she'll keep her word after everything she's done... If anything, that is the simplest part. In exchange for her word... Well, it's my career for their lives.

Mixed reactions fill the arena, some outraged and demanding recompense. Some are immediately upset, being consoled by their loved ones and strangers alike. Many though, are simply left in shock as though the rippling wave of realisation hasn't hit them yet.

Amber Ryan: This isn't martyrdom, this isn't some stupid attempt to 'be a hero'. Roxi has that shit on lock and I'm not looking to go treading all over anyone else's schtick. Don't say that there's courage in this, there's no self-sacrifice or nobility here. What you need to understand is that I am not bigger than this company, I'm not 'worth' more than anyone else here nor will I put my ambitions above anyone else's livelihood. If Masque really, truly wants the honour, the proverbial trophy of my career on her crumbling mantle, then she knows the rules... and if I break?

Amber pauses thoughtfully for a second as though actively contemplating the idea.

Amber Ryan: Well, god fucking help us all.

As the mic falls from her hand to the canvas below, the wave of realisation still hasn't settled into many of the crowd yet. Those who have understood the ramification try to call out in their pockets to reconsider, to damn everyone for the sake of retribution. For the sake of the title. Amber simply mouths that she loves them and that she's sorry as Mac places a hand on her good shoulder, a show of unity and strength as they slowly make their way up the ramp ...

... Only to be met head on, barely half way by the point of contention herself – Masque, in a mask that has surely seen better days. A crack down its centre exposes black primer beneath, the eyes gouged and scratched at as though attacked by a frenzied prey scrambling for purchase as their lives flashed too fast to properly comprehend.

Both parties pause within ten inches of each other, the crowd as unsure as they are ballistic at this exchange. No words are spoken, no one even clenches a fist to be thrown – the air becoming tense to the point of suffocation as Masque gently steps aside with a flourishing gesture, as though 'allowing' the pair to leave unscathed. Amber passes, holding the stare until Masque falls beyond her periphery, Mac pauses for a moment as he follows, almost determinedly leaning over the other woman before following dutifully behind Amber who hasn't once looked back.

The new Bombshells' World Champion turns to watch the pair climb the ramp, bringing the microphone in her plastic hand up to a cracked porcelain face just as they threaten to disappear through the curtains.

Masque: Are you not forgetting something, My Resplendent Hurricane?

Amber comes to a jarring halt so sudden, it forces Mac to deftly sidestep to avoid colliding in behind. His head snaps around, eyes narrowing at the sing-song lilt of the question and its owner but his wife remains absolutely still – face hidden from view.

Masque: There is a condition of our arrangement you have neglected to reveal to the world and everyone watching in it ...

A cavalcade of boos and jeers rain down and roll around. She cocks her head to the side, the glint of the overhead spotlights picks out in shining detail the ugly dents and craters pockmarking her pseudo-face.

Masque: Since you are in such a rush to reveal our candid, personal conversations I consider so intimate, so private ...

Mac bristles visibly, fists balling and as he steps forward a hand reaches back to clamp around his wrist. Still, Amber doesn't turn from her spot focused straight ahead at the swaying black curtains at the top of the ramp a few feet away.

Masque: As a final exchange in our agreement; in return for sparing those you love so dearly from the Rapture ... To safeguard their lives in addition to your career, I want you to see what I have worked so hard to make mine. I wish for you to see me defend the heart of the Bombshells' Division. Your heart.

The finger's of Amber's right hand tighten around Mac's wrist. Her left trembles.

Masque: You will be in my corner when I defend my World Championship against Miss Vargas at Climax Control. You will see my greatest work so closely that all its most beautiful and subtle intricacies will be laid bare to behold. You will accompany me henceforth from now ...

Amber finally wheels around, a whirlwind – a hurricane – of confliction twisting up her features, all powered by a tumultuous undercurrent of anger and frustration. For a few moments, she just radiates fury hot and scalding to the touch like those overhead spotlights.

Masque: And then ... You will have my word and they will all be safe.

Something unreadable flashes across the redhead's face and her fingers slip free from Mac's wrist to hand loosely at her side. An unrepentant gaze meets bright blue eyes and something wordless is exchanged in-between.

With the slightest nod, ignoring the words forming on her husband's lips, Amber turns on her heels and pushes through the curtain to disappear from sight.

Simone: Every time I think this thing has run out of surprises ...

Adams: It finds someplace new we didn't want to go. What on earth does this mean for Amber Ryan? Retired and made into some sort of reluctant ... I don't even know what to call it.

Simone: Prisoner.

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Simone: It's time for tonight's Main Event! Masque shocked the world at Violent Conduct VIII, not just by dethroning Roxi Johnson but by doing so in such a brutal way that it truly lived up to the Violent Conduct name and reputation! Tonight, she defends the World Bombshell Title against the only woman to ever take Masque to a draw in Sin City Wrestling, the 2x Grand Slam Winner Mercedes Vargas in tonight's Main Event!

Adams: It's worth mentioning that whilst yes, Mercedes fought Masque to a draw, it was only a draw because of how far off the rails the match went that it ended in a Double Disqualification! This is Mercedes's second World Bombshell Title Match in a row but with no second challenger in site, this could prove to be Mercedes's match to lose!

Simone: Strap in folks because this could be brutal! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen THIS is your Main Event scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP!

The arena is plunged into darkness. A single spotlight illuminates the entranceway, as the choral refrain asks, "Will the Circle be Unbroken?" Stepping into the brightness, Masque drops to her knees and with a head tipped upwards, stares into the rafters - arms held outwards. After a few seconds she brings her gloved palms together in an apparent moment of prayer as Amber Ryan joins her at the top of the ramp.

Climbing back to her feet, Masque interlocks her fingers and makes her languid way down the ramp, hands pressed together against her chest. Periodically, she stops in front of a gesticulating, whooping member of the audience and offers them her hand. Some shrink back, others grasp it with theirs. All quieten as she turns her eyes on them.

Pausing at the ring steps, she drops to one knee and touches a hand from her heart onto the metalwork, running fingers against scuffed steel. Once she climbs onto the apron Masque raises a long leg up, hovers it just above the top rope and rolls through; using momentum to spin her entire body over and inside in a single fluid twirl. She lands sitting on the mat, hands clasped together again and looking up at the lights.

Justin: Introducing first! From Parts Unknown, she is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion, THIS IS MASQUE!

Simone: Masque is entering her second title reign in SCW, and we'll see if her reign as World Bombshell Champion lasts as long as her reign as Bombshell Internet Champion!

Adams: Mercedes won't make this easy though!

Justin: 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. 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 title match to start!

Simone: Mercedes served alongside Seleana Zdunich as Roxi's last successful challenger, time will tell whether she'll continue that trend against Masque!

Adams: She was the one to take the pinfall in that match so you can bet that Mercedes has an axe to grind!

Drew goes over the rules with both women and after taking the title from Masque he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And tonight's Main Event is underway! The last match between these women was a brutal affair and we'll see if this lives up to the first!

Adams: I'm surprised Drew agreed to ref this match after the ass kicking her took from Mercedes and Masque in the first match!

Once the bell rings Mercedes tries to get the advantage right off the bat by bull rushing Masque much like she did in her first match against the enigmatic Bombshell, but Masque is ready for it this time as she ducks under Mercedes's clothesline attempt before returning fire with rights and lefts to Mercedes's face, Mercedes fights back with some punches of her own and it quickly escalates into a brawl between the two Bombshells! Drew tries to regain some measure of control of the match, but it proves to be a fruitless effort as he is forced to stand back and let the two Bombshells duke it out!

Simone: It didn't take long for the match to escalate into a brawl between champion and challenger!

Adams: Mercedes is clearly out to win the World Bombshell Championship again by any means and Masque is ready to match anything Mercedes throws at her!

After a few minutes Masque is backed up to the ring ropes and Mercedes knocks her to the outside with a clothesline! Masque wastes little time in getting back up to her feet, but Mercedes isn't letting up as she dives through the ropes and nails the champion with a tope suicida! Drew restarts his count (that didn't even get a chance to reach three before Mercedes hit her dive) but Mercedes wastes little time in throwing Masque back into the ring and then follows that up by heading to the top rope and hits Masque with a Moonsault!

Simone: It's not often that we see Mercedes take to the skies, but she is out to win by any means!

Adams: She has Masque on the ropes as she's going for the first pin of the match!

ONE!

TWO!

And Masque kicks out! Mercedes shakes her head in response before she heads over to the corner to wait for Masque to get back to her feet! When Masque does get to her feet Mercedes goes for a Discuss Clothesline, but Masque blocks it with a palm strike to Mercedes's throat, Mercedes clutches at her throat in pain but this leaves her open to an Implant DDT from Masque! Now it's Masque's turn to go for a pin as Drew gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: And that's a kickout from Mercedes! Say what you will about her, she's resilient as she proved in her first match against Masque!

Adams: But can she recover from Masque's latest attack?

Masque wastes little time in sitting up Mercedes and locking in a Nerve Hold using her prosthetic arm, Drew gets into position again to ask Mercedes if she wants to submit to Masque's hold but Mercedes refuses to give up the fight that easily as she starts to fight back against Masque first by fighting her way back to her feet and then by breaking the hold by way off a Discuss Clothesline knocking Masque down! Mercedes doesn't go for a pin however instead grabbing Masque's leg and locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab! Amber looks closer at the hold.

Simone: Masque had the advantage with that Nerve Hold and now Mercedes has turned the tides with that Boston Crab!

Adams: It probably won't be enough to secure the win and the title for Mercedes, but you can't deny it's an effective way to slow down Masque!

Drew switches position to check on Masque but the enigmatic Bombshell is refusing to give up the fight or the title yet isn't trying to break the hold with a rope break, instead grabbing Mercedes's leg with her good arm and whilst Mercedes tries to fight against the attempt to break the hold, but she loses her footing and faceplants forcing Mercedes to break the hold! Masque for her part uses the opportunity to lock in a heel hook on Mercedes and Drew gets into position!

Simone: Now the shoes on the other foot, Masque has Mercedes in a leg based submission hold!

Adams: Mercedes had better reach the ring ropes if she wants to win the title from Masque!

Once Drew is I position he asks Mercedes if she wants to submit to Masque's submission hold but Mercedes refuses to give up the fight this easily! Instead, the veteran Bombshell starts crawling her way over to the ring ropes and whilst Masque cranks up the pressure on Mercedes's leg she manages to reach the bottom rope and break the hold! Masque keeps the Heel Hook locked in for a few more seconds before Drew forces her to let go of Mercedes's leg at the count of four but that doesn't stop Masque from dragging Mercedes back to the centre of the ring for a pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

And Mercedes kicks out! Masque backs off whilst Drew checks on Mercedes not realizing that Masque is retrieving something from her boot.

Simone: That's the iron pipe Masque used in her first match against Mercedes!

Adams: Don't turn around Drew! We don't want you to get PTSD flashbacks!

Mercedes uses the ring ropes to pull herself up clearly favouring the leg that was the target of Masque's attacks but she spots Masque holding the pipe and points it out to Drew who is quick to try to grab it from her hands, Masque doesn't let go that easy however and straight up yanks it out of Drew's hands before swinging for the fences as Mercedes charges her! But Mercedes ducks under the swing and Masque turns around right into Mercedes's signature Superkick!

Simone: BE STILL MY HEART! MERCEDES HITS IT!

Adams: Normally I'd say "Stick a Fork in Masque" but remember, Masque kicked out of this last time! There's no guarantee that it'll work the second time!

Mercedes goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

AND MASQUE KICKS OUT! However, Mercedes isn't daunted by this setback as she calls out for the Black Rose Overdrive!

Simone: Mercedes is going for the Black Rose Overdrive! Masque kicked out of that in their last encounter but there was a lot of chicanery surrounding it!

Adams: You can say that again! Drew was knocked out, Mercedes had driven herself and Masque off the apron and through a table with that move, she had to drag over Drew's unconscious body and make the count herself, who knows whether it'll work this time?

Mercedes waits for Masque to get back to her feet and gets her up for the Black Rose Overdrive BUT MASQUE LOCKS IN THE RAPTURE FROM ATOP MERCEDES'S SHOULDERS!

Simone: MASQUE HAS THE RAPTURE LOCKED IN! BUT CAN MERCEDES EXECUTE THE BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES?!

Adams: I DON'T KNOW BELINDA, MERCEDES IS FADING FAST!

Jason ends up being correct as Mercedes loses her grip on Masque and collapses with Masque on top of her! Masque keeps The Rapture locked in tight but once Drew sees that Mercedes is not moving he calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MERCEDES VARGAS IS NO LONGER ABLE TO CONTINUE, THEREFORE THE WINNER AND STILL THE WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION, MASQUE!

Simone: Masque retains the title in her first defence! Mercedes put up a brave fight, but she wasn't able to repeat her prior success against Masque!

Adams: Masque isn't letting go off The Rapture, this is bad!

Masque keeps the hold locked in for a few more seconds after the bell until Drew practically pulls her off Mercedes! Masque is handed back her title which she holds above her head whilst standing over Mercedes's unconscious form!

Simone: This has been one hell of a night!

Justin: So many big turns as we lead towards High Stakes.

Simone: But that's all we have time for tonight, so join us again next week for some hard hitting action as the road to High Stakes continues. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying goodnight everybody!

The credits roll

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THANK YOU! To everyone who wrote for this show and to Annie for the graphics!