The first shot of the show that we see is a panning shot of the seven thousand plus fans crowded within the Alex G. Spanos Center . Men and women, boys and girls, fans of all ages make up the SCW Universe and they are all showing their support for their favorite Superstars and Bombshells! And finally, the camera focuses on a close up shot of Justin Decent, standing inside of SCW's six-sided ring.
Justin: Hello everyone, and welcome to SCW Climax Control! We are live from the Alex G. Spanos Center in Stockton, California...
He holds up the microphone for the fans to cheer in a deafening sign of approval!
Justin: And before we get the action started, please welcome to the stage, Sin City Wrestling's Hostess With the Mostess -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans applaud and cheer as out onto the stage emerges Amanda Hugginkiss, clad in a shimmering blue bubble dress that sparkles under the spotlight. As the music plays, she sashays across the stage to begin her performance...
Amanda: My mama told me when I was hatched
I'm sure my critics will say it's a grotesque display
Ooo, my little monsters pay... lots 'cause I perform this way
I'll be a troll or evil queen
I'm so completely original
Got my straight jacket today, it's made of gold lame
Don't be offended when you see
Hope you won't think it's cliche if I go nude today
I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey
Act like a superstar
Save your allowance, buy a bubble dress
And someday you will go far
Now on red carpets, well, I'm hard to miss
The press follows everywhere I go
I'll poke your eye out with a dress like this
Back off and enjoy the show!
Well, they can bite me, baby - I perform this way
I might be wearin' Swiss cheese or maybe covered with bees
It doesn't mean I'm crazy - I perform this way
Baby, I perform this way
Ooo, don't worry, I'm okay... hey, I just perform this way
I'm not crazy, I perform this way
I'll be a human jelly bean
'Cause every day is Halloween
For me...
My new look is all the rage
I'll wrap my small intestines 'round my neck
And set fire to myself on stage
I'll wear a porcupine on my head
On a W-H-I-M
And for no reason now I'll sing in French
Excusez-moi, Qui a pete?
No, not because I'm crazy - I perform this way
I strap prime rib to my feet, cover myself with raw meat
I'll bet you've never seen a skirt steak worn this way
My latest pop monstrosity
I'm strange, weird, shocking, odd, bizarre
I'm Frankenstein, I'm Avatar
There's nothing too embarrassing
I'll honestly do anything
But wear white after Labor Day
'Cause baby, I perform this way
Don't call the cops now, baby, I perform this way
No reason I should regret all the attention I get
I'm not completely crazy, I perform this way, yeah
I'm always deviating from the norm this way-hey
I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey
I'm really not insane - I just perform this way-hey
The music comes to a slow finale and Amanda curtsies at the knee as the spotlight fades, and the crowd cheers!
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to Stockton, California;s very own Alex G. Spanos Center for Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! We are just three weeks away from Blaze of Glory XI and we have news regarding the World Heavyweight Championship! Chris Page is no longer a part of the World Heavyweight Main Event! The title match is between now Champion Mac Bane and Michael Harris!
Adams: I hope Chris Page is back soon! Maybe he can face the winner of that match?
Simone: One can only hope! Tonight, we come ever closer to Blaze of Glory XI in Las Vegas and we kick the night off as the newest member of the Saviors and of the SCW roster when Peter Vaughn steps inside of the ring against former Roulette Champion Miles Kasey!
Adams: Krystal Wolfe finally gets her hands on the woman she has been asking for a match against ever since her debut, as she goes one on one against Dawn Warren!
Simone: It will be a battle of the giants when former World Tag and Mixed Tag Champion Osbourne has his first-ever singles match, going up against former World Heavyweight and Internet Champion Austin James Mercer!
Adams: The match that is going to steal the entire show sees Calvin Harris go up against Jack Washington in a match between two former World Champions!
Simone: And then our Main Event will see the reigning World Bombshell Champion Amber Ryan in non-title action ahead of her showdown with Roxi Johnson in Las Vegas, as she goes up against the challenger for the Roulette gold - Georgie Robertson! All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
Backstage the cameras happen to catch Calvin Harris standing there in the hallway. In the middle of a warm up, seeing as his match was a little later in the night. As soon as the cameras panned out a little and they could see who was standing behind him. Glaring him down caused a pretty negative reaction from the audience. Seeing as that man just so happened to be Calvin's uncle, "The Icon" Michael Harris. All of the sudden Harris grabbed a hold of Calvin's shoulder and violently turned him around. There was a brief standoff between them. Calvin's face saying it all, he wasn't very pleased.
Michael Harris: Do you think you're fucking funny or something?
The intense glare in Michael's eyes said it all. He was pissed, but at the same time the look on Calvin's face also said a lot. He was confused.
Calvin Harris: What the hell are you even talking about old man?
Michael Harris: Oh we're going to play games? You know exactly what I'm talking about you little shit.
Harris took another step forward. Both men damn near nose to nose at this point.
Michael Harris: You are behind what happened last week with Christian and I.
Calvin Harris: Wait? What? Are you smoking crack?!
Michael Harris: I'm not buying it! You put him up to that. You set out to make me look like a fool. And for what? All because I'm gaining more attention than you, kid?!
It appeared that it was a shot at Calvin in more ways than one. That ego of the older Harris.
Calvin Harris: Look, I know you are old but you're not old that dementia should be setting in yet. I have nothing to do with whatever the hell took place between the two of you last week. Matter of fact I don't even know what happened. I got my own things to worry about. So worrying about anything you and your crusty ass is doing just isn't on my list.
The family feud was something that went well-beyond SCW. It had been a thing for years. It was just unfolding before a new audience's eyes.
Calvin Harris:I haven't spoken to Christian since I came back. But if I'm being honest with you. If you weren't such a bitter crusty old prick. Maybe just maybe you wouldn't make enemies and maybe you wouldn't have people making you look like a fool.
Once again Calvin was holding his ground. Not wanting to back down from every word coming out of his mouth. Of course the sour expression hasn't left "The Icon's" face for even a second.
Michael Harris: Let me find out you had anything to do with that... and I promise you. I'll break your goddamn neck!
The intense stare-down only lasted a second longer. Before Harris simply turned his back to Calvin and started to walk away. Leaving him to stand there with that "threat" looming over. Cameras found themselves fading away to continue with the show.
Drew Patton is in the ring watching up the ramp as Justin brings the microphone to his lips for the introductions.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first...
The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.
"This Time... It's Different."
After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Vaughn comes out from the back, smiling at the reaction he's getting. He stops on the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He heads straight through the ropes and into his corner, stretching and preparing for a fight.
Justin: From Dallas Texas...he is the Mechanic, Peter Vaughn
Peter Vaughn looks over the fans as his music fades.
Adams: This is going to be an interesting debut of Peter Vaughn.
Justin: And his opponent...
Simone: But look who he is debuting against...
Justin: From Manchester England, Miles Kasey!
"Firestarter" by The Prodigy 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 springboarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!
Simone: The fans in this arena love to see Miles.
Adams: And there is the bell. This match is underway.
DING DING DING!
Peter moves to the middle of the ring where he is checked by Drew Patton while watching as Miles Kasey moves close. Drew motions for both to begin the match. The two begin to circle before locking up in a collar and elbow lock up that neither man can take advantage of. Peter manages to shift Kasey enough to roll the collar and elbow into a headlock. Miles pushes Peter off and into the ropes where he rebounds then takes Miles off his feet with a clothesline that sends him to the mat. Peter stops for only a moment before he charges towards the opposite ropes to rebound again. Miles throws himself to the mat forcing Vaughn to leap over him. Rebounding off the ropes again, Peter is taken to the mat with a dropkick from Miles. Vaughn rolls towards the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Miles follows him in but is surprised with a sling blade that takes Kasey to the mat himself. Peter moves to pick him up then spins him around. Catching him by the arm, Peter pulls him backwards while Miles reaches out for the ropes to prevent himself from being submitted. Peter tries to pry him free but Kasey puts a foot over the bottom rope as well forcing Drew to tell Peter to release the hold. Reluctantly, Vaughn lets go of Miles and backs away to the center of the ring with his hands held up proving he had released the hold.
Adams: Well this is starting off to be an interesting match up with Peter getting the early advantage.
Once more the two circle in the middle of the ring. Miles lunges towards Peter who avoids the hold by ducking under it then turning quickly, leaps and takes him to the mat with a siurprise hurricanrana. Peter rolls to his hands and knees as Miles clutches at the back of his head. Peter gets to his feet and smirks to the crowd and then turns to pick up Kasey who has made it to his hands and knees. Grabbing him by the neck, Vaughn stands up Miles and then surprises him with a drop kick that sends Miles stumbling backwards into the corner. Kipping to his feet, Vaughn rushes in and clotheslines Miles. Kasey takes the hit and slumps into the corner. Drew moves in and forces Vaughn to allow Miles to get to his feet. Kasey straightens up as Vaughn is talking to Patton. Kasey uses the slight distraction to climb onto the middle rope then balances on the top rope to fly off with a missile dropkick that sends Vaughn through the ropes to the floor. Miles Kasey kips to his feet and moves to the ropes. He looks down at the man slowly working his way to his feet. As he rises, Miles grabs the top rope then slingshots himself over the top rope and lands on Vaughn to send both men down to the floor. Vaughn is clutching his head as Miles gets to his feet and slides into the ring.
Simone: Wily veteran Miles Kasey manages to get out of the danger with that move.
Inside the ring, Miles gets to his feet again and moves to the ropes as Vaughn gets to his feet. Grabbing the top rope, Miles looks like he is going to sling shot himself again which has Peter scrambling away. Kasey doesn't leap as Peter moves around the ringsteps. Kasey follows him inside the ring. Peter sees him coming and then reaches in quickly to grab the feet of Miles and pulls him to the mat. Kasey is helpless as Vaughn pulls him towards the ringpost. Drew is warning Vaughn as Miles tries to fight off the hold. Vaughn slams the knee of Miles against the ringpost giving him some time to roll into the ring and break the count. Miles clutches his knee as Vaughn drops and then grabs the leg and still in the ring, he bends it around the steel to punish Kasey. Drew warns him again and begins his five count. At four, Peter releases the hold and Miles pulls himself away from the ringpost and fights his way to his feet. Gingerly he tries putting weight on the leg that had been wrapped around the steel. Peter moves towards him as he limps towards the corner. Vaughn moves closer and then reaches for the leg that Miles is trying to protect. Unable to grab it, he uses a haymaker to send Kasey to the mat. Grabbing Miles, Vaughn pulls him up, hits a snap ddt and then catches the leg to use it for a pin that has Miles' shoulders to the mat. Drew drops to make the count but Kasey kicks out with a scream of pain. Peter slams his hands on the mat as he gets to his knees then rises up as Miles rolls towards the outside. Vaughn reaches for him over the ropes as Miles tries to straighten up on the ring apron.
Adams: It looks like Vaughn is wanting to take advantage of Miles on the outside to bring him to the inside.
Simone: I don't think that is going to work Jason. Look out Peter!
Grabbing the back of the neck of Vaughn, Kasey drops to the floor and hangs Peter on the top rope. Vaughn is shot backwards clutching at his throat as he fights to breathe. Miles gets to his feet and then rolls under the bottom rope before pulling himself upwards and trying to shake the pain from his leg. Leaning into the corner, he pulls himself upward and then sits on the top turnbuckle as Peter who has recovered and moves towards him. Miles leaps off the middle rope with a lou thesz press on Vaughn which takes him to the mat. Miles rolls through the move then to his feet. Turning to watch Peter roll to his stomach then hands and knees, Miles levels a kick to the midsection of Vaughn which sends him to the mat once more clutching his midsection. Miles kips up and staggers as weight is put on his leg. Clutching it, he moves towards the corner once more to climb to the top turnbuckle to launch himself at Vaughn with a flying elbow that Kasey drives into the chest of Peter before trying to roll him up into a pin attempt that Vaughn kicks out of at two.
Simone: Miles Kasey is looking for the pin but Vaughn isn't that easy to keep down.
Miles Kasey makes it to his feet as Peter rolls to his stomach. Rising slowly, Peter motions for Kasey to bring it while still clutching at his chest. Miles looks around then charges at Peter who attempts a dropkick on Kasey but Miles is able to bat the attempt away. Reaching down, Miles pulls Peter to his feet then whips him chest first into the corner. Slamming hard into the turnbuckles, Peter staggers out into a reverse frankensteiner from Miles who takes Vaughn to the mat. Miles kips up and then stands over the prone Peter Vaughn. Reaching down, Miles pulls him to his feet then between the legs. Catching up his arms, Miles pulls him upwards to land on his shoulder. Vaughn struggles enough to fight off the hold then slips from Kasey's shoulder to hit his revenged finisher. Kasey is down as Vaughn pulls his leg up and over the head and shoulders as he pins Miles. Drew drops to begin the count.
Simone: The revenged Jason!
ONE!
Adams: Miles Kasey isn't moving at all.
TWO!
Adams: Come on Miles, it can't end this way.
Simone: But from the looks of it, it will be...there is Drew about to make the count final.
THREE!
Adams: And there it is...the pin that got the three.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, Peter Vaughn!
Peter gets to his feet and holds out his hand to Patton who raises it then moves to check on Miles who is slowly getting to a seated position.
Adams: Peter Vaughn with the win tonight Belinda.
Simone: Looking good in his debut for sure Jason. I predict that there will be some great matches wrestled by this man.
Vaughn exits the ring and heads up the ramp as Drew helps Miles out of the ring.
FATAL FOURWAY MATCH - ROULETTE RULES
Kim Pain vs Mercedes Vargas vs Dawn Warren vs Seleana Zdunich
The camera moves backstage to see a blonde haired woman walking out of a room and she jumps when she comes face to face with a camera person.
Eiley: Jesus....you camera people come out of nowhere, don't you?
The camera person doesn't say anything but keeps the camera on her. She adjusts her simple raspberry purple colored t-shirt that had JCSL written on it. She pulls at her simple short jean shorts and then looks around, waiting to see if anybody is around.
Eiley: Alright...I'm not sure what you want?
Once again, the camera person is quiet as it keeps the focus on her.
Eiley: I guess nothing?
She glances down the hallway, frowning as she thinks she recognizes somebody that was walking toward her.
Eiley: An introduction?
The camera person moves it up and down as if it was nodding.
Eiley: I'm Eiley and I'm...
She frowns as she sees the person getting a little closer and realizes that she does recognize them. She focuses back on the camera.
Eiley: One of the surprise entrants in the Blast From the Past Tournament. And that's all you really need to know.
She pushes past the camera person to go see the person she recognizes, ending whatever it was there.
Climax Control cuts backstage to Chelsea LeClair who is in a mixed mood at the moment. There are things in her mind that she obviously needs to discuss, but more or less, she's not too bogged down by things as she begins to express her thoughts.
Chelsea: You know, I was supposed to be wrestling tonight but unfortunately, as the saying goes... 'shit happens'.
Chelsea lets out a sigh, letting out how disappointed she is in the match that she was supposed to wrestle ultimately being postponed. Still, she doesn't let this get her down for even a second.
Chelsea: So, since I don't have a match to talk about necessarily, what IS there to talk about? Oh right, there's this OTHER situation that I've got on my plate here....
Chelsea takes a pause and rolls her eyes, clearly expressing her annoyance with something... or rather SOMEONE...
Chelsea: You know, I want to say I am surprised by this, but I'm honestly not. After all, Krystal Wolfe does have a tendency to shoot off at the mouth and fire off challenges at random when even the smallest thing makes her get 'all up in her feelings'. So, she does this in my direction last week because she doesn't agree with some comments that I've been making about her, namely how I feel about some stupid thing she said about Andrea Hernandez. We're really about to have a match at the next supershow over freaking Andrea Hernandez? Do I have that right? I mean, that's what it LOOKS like! I'm not one that backs down from anyone or anything and Krystal, I won't say that I'm sorry for saying what I said about you because I'm not sorry. I mean, you're not wrong. We got along okay before. But you're literally OFFENDED that I took Andrea's side?
Girl... let me break this down for you in smaller pieces so someone with a stubborn of a head as yours can understand...
I've known Andrea LONG before we both ever set foot in a wrestling ring. I've known her since we were both 9 years old. In fact, this year, we're going to be marking what? 20 years of friendship? Yeah, I get that she can be abrasive and that she can say things that rub people the wrong way. We've had a roller coaster of a friendship over the years especially when wrestling got involved in it. But DUH, I AM taking her side and you know why? Because your comments about her were fucked up to begin with! I understand that you and her didn't get along. I get that she was one of the most hated Bombshells that SCW had in years. I understand that she brought it on herself for a portion of it but you don't know her like I do.
You don't know what she went through behind that curtain or when the cameras were off while she was here. I'm not going to waste time talking about that because that's her business, but for you to DISMISS her reason for leaving as an "EXCUSE" saying that she left because she lost over one match and that she basically "made it up"... THAT is fucked up...
THAT is where the line was crossed for me... because I had a front row seat to what she was going through while she was here and I can tell you for a FACT that she made NOTHING up! As far as SCW goes, Andrea had been mentally broken ever since her father died.
You could've just said "I'm sorry, my bad" and moved on like an adult. But instead... you've done nothing but double down on them. You've taken your initial mistake of dismissing someone's mental health because you weren't adult enough to put bitter feelings aside and you've made it WORSE! You've taken this thing and you've made it explode bigger than it ever needed to be. I mean, you call it an 'intrusion' on your business, but if I REALLY wanted to do that, I would've interfered in any matches you've been in between Inception and tonight. But who says this is just YOUR business?
You trash someone that I've known for 20 years and who I care about very much, then it's not just YOUR business!
But hey, let's DOUBLE DOWN on your fucked up mistake even MORE by name calling. 'Toxic bitch', right? You're seeing her as the same person she acted as when she was here when she's done nothing but improve and make her best efforts to be a better person since she left, but that's as much as I can say because that's HER business! MY business is making you own up to your shit. You shot your mouth off just because you didn't like what she had to say about how you handled a loss and SOMEHOW you've got such a bad case of myopia going on that somewhere in your head, you think YOU'RE the victim in all this.
I think while you were Roulette Champion, you competed in too many hardcore type stipulations if you catch my drift.
But at Blaze of Glory? Hey, I'll get this out of my system. I'll beat you, I'll move forward. I just hope that when I make you own up to your shit and take accountability for how fucked up you were when you made those comments in the first place, you can too!
Best of luck in your 'warm up match' though.
Chelsea walks off, clearly retaining some anger, as the scene fades out.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Aussie Bombshell Krystal Wolfe standing by ready for an interview with Pussy Willow.
Pussy: Krystal, at Blaze of Glory XI you are set to face Chelsea LeClair but before all that you've got a tune-up match against Dawn Warren later on tonight.
Krystal: Yeah, and the fact that my tune-up match is against another woman who made her SCW debut during the Open Invitational Match isn't lost on me!
Pussy: Have your thoughts on Dawn changed since your promo aired?
Krystal: Honestly? No, Dawn seems like a nice enough girl which is surprising when you look at the rest of her family! Or do I need to remind you that Teddy is out there trying to get a match with J2H again!
Pussy: Err, no you don't! Speaking of Chelsea, she was scheduled to face Melissa tonight but that match got postponed, any thoughts on that?
Krystal: I bet Chelsea's expecting me to turn this into some diatribe about her bitch of a friend, though honestly? I don't know the full story there and whilst I was looking forward to the match, I'll just have to watch it closely when it gets rescheduled.
Krystal adds before shaking her head.
Krystal: Assuming that match still happens before Blaze of Glory XI at least!
Pussy: Any final words for Dawn?
Krystal: Let me make one thing clear, just because I'm treating my match against Dawn as a tune-up before my matchup against Chelsea doesn't mean I'm looking past her as a competitor! She's a talented wrestler as her debut match against Luna demonstrated the other week but I'm her first real test as an SCW Bombshell because unlike Luna? I've been in SCW for a little over three years now and I'm not slowing down!
Krystal adds as she flips some hair over her shoulder.
Krystal: Chelsea, I don't know if you're back home or in attendance tonight but regardless? You had better watch my match against Dawn closely because it'll be a taste of what's in store for you at Blaze of Glory XI!
Krystal walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first...
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 her opponent ...Dawn Warren...
Ain't it Fun by Paramore begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Dawn makes her way out from behind the curtains smirking. She claps the hands of the roaring fans before sliding into the ring.
She moves to a corner once her music calms down and the ref then moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung...
DING DING DING!
Wolfe and Warren move in and shake hands before backing away. They circle the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position before Wolfe breaks and grabs and hooks Warren's arm and bends it back and bends her wrist as well and she continues pushing Warren backwards until her head is almost touching the mat, but Warren fights back and pushes herself back up, and they battle to try and get the upper hand before Warren returns the favour of pushing Wolfe backwards and bending her so far before Wolfe battle back before Warren fires in a kick to Wolfe's side.
Simone: Good show of respect between the two before getting down to business. They lock up but Wolfe breaks and grabs Warrens arm and bend it back and in turn bending Warren back, which shows Warren has good flexibility.
Adams: Warren fights back and returns the favour but as predictable Wolfe comes back but Warren catches Wolfe in the side with a firm kick.
This kick forces Wolfe to lesson her hold and Warren takes advantage of this and grabs Wolfe's arm and locks in a wrist lock. Straight away Wolfe looks to find a way out of the wrist lock before doing a forward roll and counters the wrist lock into one of her own. But Wolfe then drags Warren in close for a headlock, where she cranks on Warren's head. Warren grimaces before firing in a couple of kidney shots and then forearm shots, which Wolfe lesson her hold and Warren pushes Wolfe away.
Adams: Warren locks in a wrist lock, but Wolfe escapes it and counter with a wrist lock before dragging Warren in with a headlock. Wolfe cranks on Warren's head a couple of time. Warren fights back with a kidney shot and then forearm shots.
Simone: Warren is keeping up with the former bombshell roulette champion.
Wolfe bounces off the ropes and as she comes back, she shoulder blocks Warren down to the mat, Wolfe turns but Warren grabs her foot and she drops down to the mat, Warren quickly climbs back to her feet as Wolfe climbs back to her and turns and charges at Warren and Warren hits an arm drag. Wolfe quickly climbs back to her feet but as she turns to face Warren, Warren hits a standing dropkick on her and sends her down to the mat.
Simone: Wolfe shoulder blocks Warren down to the mat but before Wolfe can turn and take advantage, Warren grabs Wolfe foot and sends her down to the mat. They both then get back to their feet and Warren hits an arm drag before following up with a standing dropkick.
Warren and Wolfe get back to their feet once more as Warren motions at Wolfe to come at her and Wolfe moves forward and Warren grabs Wolfe around the waist and drags her backwards into a pin...
ONE!
Kickout!
Adams: Warren rolls Wolfe up with a pin but only gets a one count. Wolfe currently hasn't an answer for Warren.
Wolfe kicks out and rolls away a little, but Warren rolls onto her back and connects a kick to the side of Wolfe's head and Wolfe rolls away and slides out of the ring. Warren stares at Wolfe, as Wolfe seeks to recover quickly but Warren climbs out of the ring herself, as the ref demands at first Wolfe to bring the action into the ring and then Warren and begins a count...
Simone: Interesting bit of offence from Warren as she stays down and kicks Wolfe, however, Wolfe decides to slide from the ring.
ONE!
TWO!
Wolfe runs and Warren chases, Wolfe leaps onto the apron before climbing through the ropes, as Warren slides underneath the bottom rope. Wolfe bounces off the ropes and as Warren approaches, Wolfe hits a flying forearm and then covers Warren for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Adams: Warren goes after Wolfe, which is a short chase, as Wolfe climbs back into the ring followed by Warren and Wolfe comes back at Warren and hits a diving forearm shot and then goes for a pin and only gets a two count.
Warren kicks out, as Wolfe grabs Warren and pulls her up and throws in a couple of forearm shots, as she then makes her way to her feet taking Warren with her and pushes her hard into the corner. Wolfe throws in a couple of forearm shots before grabbing Warren's hand and whips her across the ring and Wolfe follows close behind, but Warren gets an elbow up and catches Wolfe. Wolfe stumbles away and Warren turns and leaps onto the ropes and as Wolfe turns, Warren catches Wolfe with a springboard chuck kick. Warren climbs back to her feet and check her face for blood following diving forearm.
Simone: Warren kicks out, but Wolfe isn't done, and she fires in a couple of forearm shot, before pulling her up and sending her into the corner, but that backfires and Warren gets an elbow up and then hits a springboard chuck kick.
Wolfe slowly sits up and Warren turns and delivers a stiff kick to Wolfe's spine before driving a knee into her spine and leaving it there and then she grabs Wolfe's arms and pulls them back and forces her knee deeper into her back. Wolfe grimace in pain, as Warren pulls a little more as the ref moves in and asks if she Wolfe want to give up.
Adams: Warren turns things around once more and drives a knee into Wolfe's spin as she looks to make Wolfe tap.
Wolfe shakes her head, as she slowly and bit by bit adjusts her legs and twists, as Warren releases her arms and quickly grabs Wolfe's chin, as Wolfe grabs at Warren's hands but still continue to move and Warren has to move with her and in this case, she has to remove her knee and Wolfe get to a knee and so does Warren. Wolfe gets to her feet and so does Warren. Wolfe begins to elbow Warren in the torso over and over until Warren releases. Wolfe quickly follow up with a boot to Warren's torso and grabs her head and rushes then ropes and hits a tornado DDT.
Simone: Wolfe appears to be in trouble here as Warren looks to make Wolfe tap, but Wolfe battles back and hits a tornado DDT.
Wolfe then goes for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
TH...kickout!
Wolfe shakes her head, as she makes her way to her feet, where she grabs Warren and pulls her up and puts her between her legs before lifting her up onto her shoulders as she looks for the Down Under Thunderbomb (Running Powerbomb), but as soon as she is on Wolfe's shoulders, Warren begins to elbow the top of Wolfe's head and Wolfe grip begins to slip and Warren counters with a hurricanrana.
Adams: Warren barely kicks out, as Wolfe then looks to finish off Warren, but Warren begins to fight back and hits a hurricanrana.
Wolfe sits up a little dazed and she gets to a knee but Warren moves in and quickly ties Wolfe up for the Puppy Power (Banana Split Submission). Wolfe tries to escape but can't and taps out.
Simone: Wolfe taps out to the puppy power.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Dawn Warren.
Warrens music hits over the p.a as she releases Wolfe and climbs to her feet as the ref raises her arm in victory.
Christian Underwood sits in his office, going over the various entrants into the Blast From the Past. However, his door again bursts open revealing Jack Washington. Washington marches into the office with zero regard for Christian, as he stares back at Jack.
Christian: What is it this time, Mr. Washington?
Jack is super serious.
Jack: I still want to know why I keep getting disrespected!
Christian looks up.
Christian: What more do you want, Mr. Washington? Should we roll out a red carpet? Private jet? Oh, do you want only green M&M's in your private locker room?!
Jack: I just want what I earned.
Christian: You got your championship match. You came up short. I don't see how that's my problem.
Jack: You know damn well I earned it and others didn't.
Christian: Look, we made the best match possible. Maybe you didn't think so, but we did. Now, if you want another championship match, there is a way for you to get one.
Christian holds up the sign-up sheet for Blast From the Past.
Jack: You've got to be kidding me.
Christian: Or you can sit here and complain like you normally do. This is currently your best option.
Jack: You know I don't want to team with any of them. I don't want to team with anybody!
Christian: Again, not my problem. Take it, or leave it.
Jack angrily stews, but begrudgingly signs himself up.
Christian: Pleasure doing business with you.
Jack angrily storms out and Christian has a sly grin on his face.
Backstage at the Alex G. Spanos Center, the camera catches a closeup shot of the co-owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward speaking to someone off-camera. Then, as the camera draws back, the crowd onhand in Stockton, California cheers at the appearance of former SCW Bombshell Internet Champion - Devona! Standing close by and almost filling the camera angle himself is Devona's close friend from New Orleans - the gargantuan form of the Beast.
Hot Stuff: I just am glad that you finally decided to return, even if it is just for the 'Blast From the Past'.
Devona smiles as is her nature, her hands tucked into her jeans pockets, with a slight lift of her shoulders.
Devona: You talk as if I've never made an appearance before, Mister Ward...
Hot Stuff: Mark...!
Mark corrects her gently.
Devona: Mark... But I was in the Blast From the Past before. Alex Jones was my teammate.
Hot Stuff: Yes and ever since then, I've been getting bombarded almost relentlessly about bringing you back... resigning you...
He pauses in a frown.
Hot Stuff: Mostly from Crystal Hilton I believe.
Devona shakes her head, a soft chuckle escaping her.
Devona: I know. Ever since you announced me on Twitter, I was getting bombarded with messages. They may have been from her, but I don't know. I wasn't able to check them.
Hot Stuff: How come?
The Beast: She asked my dipstick brother to do something so she didn't have to worry about getting spammed by messages from Crystal celebrating her return.
Devona sighs.
Devona: Yes and instead of checking my messages for me and blocking anyone, he chose instead to change my password so I didn't have to bother at all. Now HE forgot the new password and I've ost access to my account.
Mark shakes his head and huffs.
Hot Stuff: Well that explains why you never responded. But what about you...?
He nods toward the Beast.
Hot Stuff: How come I haven't been able to sign you and that brother of yours?
The Beast: Well he and I did finish our training at the GO Gym, but that was about the same time as Dev's last appearance here. It all comes down to that package deal of ours that we all agreed to. If she isn't signed, we won't. Plus... the tag titles being non-existent now.
Mark nods.
Hot Stuff: I understand. I don't particularly like it, but I underst-
But before he can finish his statement, the trio is slightly interrupted by the approach of the aforementioned brother to Beast, the aptly named (and dimwitted) Beauty. The handsome young man is frowning and casting a suspicious look over his shoulder, prompting his brother to frown and ask.
The Beast: What's wrong with you?
Beauty jets a thumb back over his shoulder, directing their attention back the way he came.
Beauty: There's some guy back there staring at me with lust in his eyes!
Devona pats her friend on the arm.
Devona: Sweetpea, you think everyone looks at you with list in their eyes.
Beauty: That's because everyone usually is!
The Beast: Who is this guy?
Beauty shrugs.
Beauty: I don't know! He's actually pretty good looking. Dark hair, green eyes. Really nice smile...look! See? There he is now! Pointing at me!
Beast, Devona and Mark all turn their heads again to look where he is pointing, then all as one turns their heads slowly back to him - and the Beast cuffs his brother upside the head!
The Beast: That's a MIRROR you dipstick!
Devona looks to the boss man and smiles, both shaking their heads.
The familiar sound of RAISE YOUR GLASS by Pink hits the speakers and the crowd realizes that is the entrance music for Bill Barnhart. As the crowd looks around the arena to figure out where Bill Barnhart is making his entrance they are instead directed toward the giant TRON screen where they see Bill and Bea Barnhart on the screen. As is the usual result half the fans are booing Bill and Bea while the other half are cheering them on.
Bill: Yes me and Bea are still at home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, taking care of things. Although we're not at this edition of Climax Control we will be assigned to wrestle at upcoming events. I read and heard the rumors that the other wrestlers and Managers, who are idiots, that they are spreading around and all of their comments and rumors are false which is normally the case with them. I'm ready to wrestle. Bea is ready to wrestle. And for damn sure we're both ready for whatever match, against any opponent, that Management assigns us to.
Bea: I'm entered into the Blast From The Past Tournament and I'm looking forward to see how the pairings come out. This time I hope I get assigned to a partner who puts their abilities to work for our team to win. The previous attempts me and Bill made in the Blast From The Past Tournament turned sour on us when we were both assigned to partners who had bad intentions, or a huge ego, that prevented them from working with us as their partner, so the teams we were assigned to got eliminated from the Tournament. If I get a partner who gives a damn then we should win the Tournament.
Bill: Well stated Bea. I know the drawing for partners in the Blast From The Past Tournament is random but when you get assigned to a partner who is a moron, and they have a huge ego they need to feed, it only causes the elimination of that team. I also hope Bea gets assigned to a partner who gives a damn or they will pay the price for deliberately causing their elimination from the Tournament.
Bea: I want to state again that we have had enough of the other wrestlers and Managers in Sin City Wrestling who can only get things accomplished by cheating, interfering in matches, and and perpetrating attacks on us. These attacks have been while we are backstage, or on our way to the ring for our match, and they perpetrate these attacks since they are cowards who know if they allow the match against us to be fair and honest they will lose.
Bill: All deals are off the table. There is no more negotiating with opponents of myself and Bea because our opponents are cowards who can't accomplish a damn thing without cheating. Since you all brought this on then we take it on and shove it back into your faces. And for damn sure if you whine, cry, bitch, moan, and complain about our actions we'll remind you of the dozens of times you pulled that crap on us then you claimed you were innocent of any wrong doing. Whatever you want to dish out we will throw it back into your face ten times over. The era of reasonable negotiations is gone. Whatever you do to us you get ten times more back.
Bea: If you're not capable of understanding what we're saying then you're more screwed up than we thought you were. You are now dealing with a different Bea Barnhart and Bill Barnhart. And don't try to use the excuse that we surprised you as we have given you several weeks of warning so you cannot claim you were not warned.
Bill: Look forward to us on upcoming wrestling cards as we are going to set the wrestling world, and the wrestlers who have done crap to us, on their heads!
At those last comments the anti-Barnhart people in the crowd get loud with their booing while the pro-Barnhart people in the crowd drown out the anti-Barnhart people with their loud cheering for Bill and Bea Barnhart. Even after the giant TRON screen goes dark the two factions in the crowd continue to cheer and boo depending on their affiliation.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...!
The lights shut off as "Madusa" by Times of grace kicks in, as it builds different lights flash around the arena. As the song builds into the refrain and the guitars kick in a spotlight forms on the stage with Austin standing in the middle.
Justin: From Manhattan, New York! Weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds – AUSTIN JAMES MERCER!
He makes his way down to the ring before moving around to the steps, he makes his way up and walks across the apron before stepping between the ropes, he stands in the center of the ring as the music shuts off.
Simone: This is indeed a new Austin James Mercer! The man now has more personal demons than ever before and he has been taking them out on every man he sets foot inside of the ring with!
Adams: Yeah but THIS time he's going against a man that's every bit as big and strong as he is if not more so!
Justin: And his opponent...!
The lights in the arena dim slightly as the distinct opening chords of Imagine Dragons "I'm So Sorry" starts to play over the speaker. The drumbeat kicks in as every eye in the area looks towards the entrance ramp. Images of London flashes on the main screen, along with the members of London Underground. The fans boo as Daniel J Morgan and Osbourne walk on to the ramp.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Daniel J. Morgan! From Bethnal Green, East London, England, weighing two hundred and ninety pounds - OSBOURNE!
The two men stand calmly, Daniel looks around the crowd as the stoned faced, emotionless Osbourne stands behind him. Daniel looks back with a tilt of the head, nodding towards the ring. The two slowly start to walk down the ramp, mostly ignoring the fans as they move along. Daniel gets to the ring first, a picture of calmness on his face as he looks up at the ring and starts to walk up the steps. He lifts his nearest legs to the ropes and steps in the ring, ducking his body and moving into the ring. He puts his arms out to the fans as the emotionless Osbourne joins him in the ring, just standing in the middle of the ring, his left hand on his right as a smile crosses Daniel's face as he looks around the crowd, unaffected by their boos. He turns back towards Osbourne and nods as the bigger man turns to face his opponent and the music fades out.
Adams: Like I said, Osbourne there is just as big and just as strong as Austin is, if not more so! And Os is a former World and Mixed Tag Team Champions!
Simone: He has been successful, there is no denying that. But they key words are 'tag team' championships. This is, in fact, Osbourne's first singles match - ever. I can not help but think that fact alone will have a role to play in this encounter.
Referee Dawn Barnes ensures that both men are ready and she calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
And now is the time for the Battle of the Behemoths as Osbourne and Austin come from out of their corners and slowly circle the ring, each man sizing the other up. The two big men pause in the center of the ring before they lock up, collar and elbow! The two titans strain as the muscles in their respective bodies bulge as each makes the attempt to overpower the other! Slowly, Osbourne begins to overpower Mercer, backing him into the ropes where Dawn calls for a clean break. But before she can begin her count, Austin uses his own leverage to his advantage and reverses their positions, with Osbourne up against the ropes. Dawn again calls for the clean break...
Adams: She may want it but can you see Austin...?
And believe it or not, Austin obliges, backing away with a smirk on his face and his hands up.
Adams: Well I'll be...!
Austin pats Osbourne on the chest in a condescending manner but the London Underground bodyguard just stares at him, stone faced. Osbourne steps up and Austin points toward himself while jawing and then slaps both hands to Osbpurne's chest, shoving him back a step! Osbourne turns to Daniel on the outside who nods, and Osbourne turns back and lunges, plowing into Mercer! He scoops Austin up around the legs and runs him right back into the near corner!
Simone: I do believe that Austin just awoke the giant!
Osbourne grabs the ropes, pinning Mercer in the corner with nowhere to go and he buries his shoulder into Austin's midsection repeatedly until Dawn counts against him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!...
But then Osbourne breaks before he can be disqualified! Osbourhe then brings a hard elbow into the side of Austin's head and clubs him in the back hard enough to knock him down to one knee! Osbourne takes Mercer by the arm and irish whips him hard into the neutral corner, Austin striking the turnbuckles hard enough to shake the ring! Austin stumbles back and Osbourne then Irish whips him into the ropes and he comes off with a spine buster! Osbourne with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Austin gets his right shoulder up!
Osbourne brings Austin back to a vertical base and sends him careening into the far corner and the big man charges in but Austin brings a boot up into his face, knocking him back several feet but he doesn't go down! Austin then charges forward and he clotheslines Osbourne, but still the enforcer of London Underground still does not go down!
Adams: Osbourne is a big, big boy! It's going to take a lot to put him down!
Austin then comes off the ropes and a recovered Osbourne swings for a decapitating clothesline but Mercer ducks under, rebounds and returns favor with a leaping clothesline that finally brings Osbourne crashing to the mat! Austin returns to his feet and comes off of the ropes and drops a guillotine leg across Osbourne's head before covering him, hooking a tree trunk leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Osbourne gets his shoulder up!
Simone: Both of these men are so incredibly resilient!
Adams: When you're THAT big and built like they are, you have to be!
Austin grabs Osbourne by the arm and drags him up and buries a knee hard into his midsection, doubling him over. Austin then attempts to send him into the near corner but Osbourne puts on the brakes. Austin tries a second time but again Osbourne refuses to budge! Osbourne then turns the tables on his opponent and hurls Austin into the corner in his stead! Osbourne charges in for a shoulder tackle but Austin moves and Osbourne goes through the top and middle turnbuckles and strikes the steel post!
Simone: Right about now I imagine Osbourne is looking to tag out but unfortunately for him, that is not an option!
Austin bends Osbourne back over the top rope and swings repeated clubbing blows around into his head and chest from behind! Dawn tells Austin to stop this assault and bring it back into the ring and as he refuses to oblige, she begins her count against him!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Austin does indeed break but this time he turns around swiftly and menaces the oficial, intimidating her back against the corner!
Simone: Big man, Austin! Intimidating a referee!
Austin turns back around and drags Osbourne back into the ring by the back of the trunks and clubs him in the kidneys with a hard right hand! Austin then grabs him by the wrist and attempts a short-arm clothesline but Osbourne ducks the blow and grabs Mercer in a full nelson from behind and SLAMS him hard into the mat!
Adams: Look at the look in Osbourne's eyes!
Simone: if looks could kill, they would be singing hymns right now for Austin James Mercer!
Osbourne stands and waits as a stunned Austin gets to his feet and Osbourne clotheslines him right back down! Austin fights his way back to a vertical base only to be clotheslined a second time! Sbourne then pulls him up into a front facelock and lifts him up high for a Jackhammer!
Simone: Good lord! The POWER of Osbourne!
And he brings Mercer crashing down, the ring shaking! Osbourne with the immediate cover and he hooks the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Austin kicks out!
Simone: So close! I have to admit, despite his tag title record, I would have considered that an upset!
Adams: Well we are talking about Osbourne's first singles match against a former World Heavyweight and Internet Champion!
Osbourne brings Austin back up to his feet and strikes hard with a forearm shot that drives Mercer back! Then another! But Austin starts to fight back with his own clubbing blows and suddenly there is a pier six brawl erupting inside of the ring between the two big men and the SCW Universe is loving it cheering them on! Each man trading a bone jarring blow to the other's head and body until ultimately Austin cuts the brawl short with a straight up head butt right between Osbourne's eyes!
Adams: Well that's one way to cut a fight short!
The blow does indeed stagger Osbourne back several feet, and he stumbles against the ropes! Austin grabs him by the arm and attempts another Irish whip but this time Osbourne reverses it and on the rebound, Osbourne catches him in a spinning sidewalk slam that drives him down into the canvas! Another cover by Osbourne!
ONE!
TWO!
Th-Mercer with the shoulder up!
Adams: Ohh! Almost-ALMOST!
Simone: In this case, unfortunately 'almost' doesn't count!
Osbourne stares at Dawn before returning to the battle at hand. He brings Austin to his feet and attempts a short-arm clothesline but somehow Austin has the fortitude to duck behind him and catch him with a German suplex right on the back of his head!
Adams: But Osbourne is back on his feet!
Simone: And so is Austin!
Booth men are somehow right back to a standing position and they turn to see the other also up and they charge right at one another and clothesline each other down to the canvas!
Simone: And now BOTH men are down!
Adams: And Dawn has started her count! I wouldn't be surprised if neither man could get back up!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
SEVEN!
Osbourne is the first man back to his feet!
EIGHT!
NINE!
And Austin is back on his feet now as well! The two men charge one another and Austin goes for a flying shoulder tackle but Osbourne avoids it and then he attempts a fist drop but Mercer rolls out of the way! The two men comes off of the ropes and Austin ducks under a clothesline and comes off the far side with...!
Adams: Mercenary Kick!
The blow topples Osbourne and Austin makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner – AUSTIN JAMES MERCER!!!
The crowd boos as Mercer rolls out of the ring and raises his own arms as Daniel J. Morgan is inside of the ring, checking on his man.
SINGLES MATCH
Alicia Lukas vs Jessie Salco
We cut to the backstage area where the owner and operator of Jet City South is once again moving through the hallways. The fans in the arena pop again at the sight of the former Mixed Tag Team Champion, and the few members of the crew he passes by backstage are quick to exchange pleasantries that the microphones don't quite pick up. As he moves closer, the camera turns to stay on him, and follows him through the last door of the hallway and into a small room.
Coby: Everything go alright with Mark and Christian?
The camera moves around the former champion to see who he is talking to. The unfamiliar individual in front of him looks up with a smirk on his face.
Oz: All the t's are crossed. All the i's are dotted. We're good to go for Blast from the Past.
Coby seems to let out a sigh of relief upon hearing the words, even though they had really only cleared the first hurdle. Coby knew from experience that the unpredictability of the tournament was nothing to take lightly.
Coby: Well, it only gets harder from here but at least they didn't send you packing.
The newest Jet City South signee didn't appear to have considered that an option though and brushes off that concern.
Oz: Coming out of your gym my spot was pretty much a guarantee, wasn't it?
Coby shakes his head and pushes back against that statement.
Coby: It's not really mine. Kind of fell in my lap. But I guess it is a little easier getting a foot in the door when you come from somewhere familiar. Or someone familiar is showing you around.
Oz looks around the tiny room sarcastically.
Oz: You've certainly showed me the boss' office and this tiny space. I wouldn't call that 'around' by any means. It's like you're trying to keep me a secret.
Coby shakes his head and gives the bluntest answer he could.
Coby: Trying to keep you out of trouble until the tournament actually starts. A new guy bothering everyone backstage before the teams are even announced is a bad look. You'll only make things worse for yourself.
Oz tries to fake offense to that idea, even though it strikes true.
Oz: What possible trouble could I get into? I'm personable.
Again, Coby doesn't hesitate.
Coby: It only took you a week to make every trainer at Jet City, except me, give up on you. You just have a way of rubbing people wrong.
Oz laughs and doesn't even attempt to keep up his end of the argument.
Coby: Trust me, if all goes well, everyone will know Oliver Zahn before too long. Just fly under the radar until you have a partner and an opponent though.
Oz liked the way that sounded, with one exception.
Oz: It's still just Oz, ya know?
Coby rolls his eyes and motions for Oz to follow him out into the hallway. The two pass by the cameraman without acknowledging his presence and start to move down the hallway with their backs to the fans.
Oz: I just don't know what it is you have against me already....
Coby can be heard laughing through his reply.
Coby: That is a very long story.
The two of them continue down the hallway and round a corner out of frame before the feeds cuts away.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Ariana Angelos standing in front of the white board being held up by her fiancé Francisco.
Ariana: Today class, I have a simple question for you all.
Francisco: How does a cook forget the apples in an apple pie? Or the carrots in a carrot cake? Or the cheese in the lasagne?
Ariana rolls her eyes.
Ariana: Franky? That was several questions! And bring that up again and you'll spend the honeymoon on the couch!
Francisco: Shutting up!
Ariana shakes her head before picking up where she left off.
Ariana: ANYWAY! What happens when you take one young, hungry Bombshell fresh off a dominant Bombshell Roulette Title Reign and throw her into a Triple Threat against two women she's faced before? You get my Internet Title Match against the reigning champion Kayla Richards and Melissa! Now the last time those two were in the ring together the match ended in a time limit draw and since I was already the #1 Contender for the Bombshell Internet Title they made the match at Blaze of Glory XI a Triple Threat! But let's look at the facts here class!
Ariana points the pointer at Kayla's picture which has devil horns drawn onto her head with a pen complete with a devil's tail.
Ariana: Kayla is at a serious disadvantage heading into the match because one does not need to be pinned or submitted in a Triple Threat Match to lose said match! And since she's the reigning champion? That means that her title reign can end without her being involved in the decision! But I would be remiss if I didn't bring up the comments she made last week where she accused me of stealing Carter's idea and trying to profit off it!
Ariana adds as a scowl creeps onto her otherwise beautiful face.
Ariana: I've dealt with some unpleasant people since I graduated from the Go Gym at the age of nineteen but Kayla? Bitch, you're the first one to make it onto my shit list! Carter is my best friend and he was there for me in my darkest time and I returned the favour! You should count yourself lucky that this is now a Triple Threat Match because.........
Francisco: Err, babe? Shouldn't you save that for the match promo?
Ariana stops in her tracks before turning to Francisco.
Ariana: I knew you were more than a pretty face! And a buff bod! And a big..........
Ariana stops herself from saying the last part before getting back on track.
Ariana: Err, forget I said that! Kayla, you have no idea how much you just fucked up but you'll find out at Blaze of Glory XI! And Mel?
Ariana moves the pointer to Mel's picture which has an angel's halo drawn onto it.
Ariana: You've been nothing but respectful to me the past several times we've faced off so your at least a better person than the bitch who calls herself a champion! You were scheduled to face Chelsea LeClair tonight but since that match got postponed, I have nothing to use as a scouting mission as far as your concerned.
Ariana says before grinning.
Ariana: But I do have our past matches to go off of and you've only beaten me once! Since then? I beat you to win my first title and beat you again in a rematch that served as my second defence, how did that go again?
Ariana moves the pointer to a picture of her and Melissa mid fall at the end of their Bombshell Roulette Title Match.
Ariana: Oh right! I took the name "Falls Count Anywhere" to its logical extreme and won! And unfortunately for you both, I have something neither of you have, momentum!
Ariana moves the pointer to the picture of Carter pinning Alexander Raven at the end of the mixed tag match between Team Go and Raven and Luna Vanity.
Ariana: All thanks to my bestie! And that concludes today's lesson class, your homework will be on "how not to jump to conclusions about a joking tweet" and "how not to piss off one of the sweetest women on the Bombshell Roster" for Kayla and "how to bounce back from a loss" for Melissa! See you next week!
Ariana and Francisco walk off as the scene fades.
In the back at that moment. Cameras found themselves catching up to Calvin Harris for the second time that night. From the crowd seeing his face had them cheering. It seemed that as each week went on. He was starting to gain their trust a little. Calvin made eye contact with that red light of the camera before starting to speak out.
Calvin Harris: Oh Jackey-Jack. You're quite the fool, kid. A bigger fool than I could have ever even imagined that you were.
A small shake of his head escaped him for that brief second.
Calvin Harris: I understood that you were a young kid. I understood that you weren't as experienced as some. I understood that you had a little bit of an ego to you. Mostly because of some past accomplishments but what I don't understand is how the hell you can so easily write me off without batting an eye.
Again Calvin shook his head from side to side. It was clear that he felt a certain kind of way about some things that would be said in the lead up to this first-time meeting.
Calvin Harris: You compared me to the bottom of the card. You said being in the ring with me is like being forced to start all over. Then to make matters worse. You proceeded to talk about how you were going to quote unquote beat the shit out of me. You claim you know you can beat me, but instead tonight is going to be all about hurting me. Trying to break bones and so on. Which honestly doesn't phase me. It's all things I've heard before. But no one truly has it in me to hurt me. For me, it's the comments about starting at the bottom again and basically trying to describe me as a nobody. That shit made my blood boil!
The look in his eyes truly backed up what he was saying at that moment.
Calvin Harris: I get that I haven't been around in five years. And, I also understand that the last time I was around these parts. I wasn't the best person in the world. Been acknowledging that since I came back, but what you're not going to do is write me off like that Jack. I'm a two-time champion. I've been in the ring with some of the best legends that SCW has ever produced. Men, that you will never get a chance to get into the ring with and men, that would make you look like a child between those ropes. I'm a man that knows what it takes to get to the top and stay there. So, where the hell do you get off seeing me as a nobody? What kind of logic is it to see it as a downgrade or starting at the bottom to be in the ring with someone like me? You don't make any damn sense at all.
The man that referred to himself as the Highlight of the Night these days shook his head once again. The obvious frustration and maybe even a little confusion was setting in involving this whole concept, but at the same time soon the two were going to have a chance to clear up the air.
Calvin Harris: That's the route that you've chosen to take. Therefore I hope it's a hill that you're willing to truly die on Jack. Because now I'm coming into tonight's match and I won't be holding back. There isn't going to be mutual respect. There isn't going to be a moment where I am willing to let you shine. There will never be a moment where I showcase that I am proud to be in the ring with you and to put on a show. Simply put this isn't a wrestling match anymore Jack. It's going to be a fight and as I told you once before. You've got a very punchable face... so bet your sweet ass, I'm going to punch you right in your mouth!
Cheers could be heard once again from the fans.
Calvin Harris: And when that happens. Last thing you'll be worried about is starting at the bottom against a so-called nobody. Because you'll be too busy trying to find a dentist that can save the teeth I end up knocking out. See you soon, kid!
For a couple of seconds the cameras just got a close up of that look in his eyes. Again, that told the story it needed to tell. Calvin believed every word that came out of his mouth and here soon he was going to have to prove that when he met with Jack. Needless to say things were about to heat up between the two as cameras found themselves cutting away to more action.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!!
"Wasted" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Jack Washington parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.
Justin: Standing in at 6'1 and weighing in at 235 pounds!! Hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania!!! Jack Washington!!!
The arena's lights found themselves dimming down at the start of "Save Yourself" by One Ok Rock began to play throughout the speakers. About that time a single spot light shined down in the middle of the stage as the crowd found themselves starting to sing a lot to the song. A small shot of the crowd from the cameras was shown before cutting back to stage. In the very moment Calvin Harris found himself stepping out to the middle spotlight where he was slamming his head around to the music. The sight of the superstar caused a huge pop from those in attendance. Quickly, Calvin stood up straight and brought his hand to his head shielding his eyes a little bit as he looked out into the crowd seemingly acknowledging those in attendance.
Justin: Introducing at this time from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds! The Highlight of the Night, Calvin Harris!"
By that time his introduction had come to an end. Calvin had begun to make his way down the ramp slapping hands with a couple of fans on either side of the ramp. By the time he had reached the ringside area, He made a short quick dash towards the ring sliding under the bottom rope and standing up. He pointed towards one of the turnbuckles as the cheers from those in attendance continued. Running to that turnbuckle he stepped up to it on the second ring and looked out into the crowd. A slight smirk crossed his lips. As his music began to fade out Calvin hopped down and turned his attention to the match set to take place.
DING DING DING!
The bell has rang as the two men circle each other inside the ring, Jack Washington doesn't seem to be impressed by the returning Calvin Harris as he is more busy with discussing with Drew Patton why he is even in the match to begin with. This gives Calvin Harris the opportunity to sneak up on Washington, turn him around and hit him with a Superkick that sends Washington to the outside out of reach from Calvin who followed him up for a pin attempt. Washington crawls on his hands and knees on the outside as Calvin gets to the outside and jumps the steel steps and jumps forward as he wraps his arms around the midsection of Washington, rolls through as that causes Jack Washington to be power bombed on the concrete floor from the rolling position. Calvin grabs Jack Washington by the head and tosses him into the ring before jumping the ring apron.
Simone: What does Calvin have in mind for Jack Washington??
Calvin measures Washington, jumps the top rope for a Springboard Frog Splash, but Jack manages to roll out of the way as Calvin hits the canvas hard. Jack immediately takes advantage of the situation that he himself has created by grabbing Calvin by the head and lifts him up to his feet. There he sets him up for a German Suplex into a pinning bridge as Drew Patton goes for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
Calvin kicks out at the count of two, causing Jack Washington to immediately wrap his arm around his head in a reverse chin lock and puts all of his weight on the neck and shoulder region of Calvin Harris, who refuses to give in while Drew Patton is asking him if he wants to give up
Adams: Tough chance for Calvin Harris to give up this early in the match and for a move like this.
Calvin slowly starts to stir, trying to get back to his feet as he manages to get to a knee and elbows into the midsection of Jack Washington. He then runs to the ropes after breaking free, only to be dropped by a picture perfect dropkick from Jack Washington. Who follows it up with a big time Leg Drop off the ropes, but Calvin had that one scouted and rolls out of the way. Jack moves around the ring with a painful look on his face while holding onto his funny bone as a jolt of electricity is running through his body. Calvin Harris takes advantage of the given situation, runs to the ropes and comes off with a running knee strike that sends Jack Washington's head crash hard onto the canvas before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Jack manages to break the count at the count of two as he manages to lift his shoulder off the canvas. Calvin senses victory is ahead of him as he grabs the head of Jack Washington, lefts him up to his feet before setting him up for a Brain Buster. He lifts Jack up in the air, setting him up to drop on his head. But Jack manages to swift his body in a way as that forces him to slip out of the grip and lands behind Calvin Harris. Executing a reverse backbreaker that forces Calvin's head to land on the canvas before going for the cover on Harris.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Calvin lifts his shoulder up just in time before the count of three could be registered. Jack Washington drops series of knees to the face of Calvin Harris before going for the ropes and coming off with an elbow drop that Calvin Harris avoids by rolling away. He jumps up to his feet before executing a standing Moonsault as he goes for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
THRE....
Jack Washington lifts his arm in the air, causing Jack Washington to immediately follow it up by locking Calvin Harris in an armbar submission hold, extending the arm as that fails Calvin to block the move by holding on to both hands. Washington grinds on the arm, trying to force Calvin Harris to tap out to the submission hold. But Calvin manages to slowly get to his feet while Jack Washington has still locked the hold before Calvin manages to use all of his strength to lift Washington up in the air before executing a modified Power bomb. This causes the lock to be relinquished as both men are on their backs trying to catch their breath as Drew Patton is starting to use a ten count on both men
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
We see Calvin Harris slowly turn to his side, trying to push himself off the canvas as Jack is still seemingly unconscious.
FOUR!
FIVE!
SIX!
We see Calvin pull himself up to his feet by using the ropes as Jack Washington slowly starts to roll towards the opposite side of the ring as he rolls out of the ring. There he manages to land on his feet, we see Calvin Harris turn around, stares at the former world champion that is leaning against the ring apron before looking up towards Calvin Harris. Noticing him charging in towards him, executing a Suicide Dive that forces Jack to move out of the way at the final moment. Causing Calvin Harris to hit face first into the steel security railing. We see a replay of the move on the split screen while Jack Washington to lean against the ring apron while catching his breath before smiling sadistically
Simone: I don't like the look on that face of Jack Washington.
Jack Washington grabs the head of Calvin Harris, bashing it into the steel security railing before whipping him face first into the steel ring steps. He slides in and out of the ring to break the ten count of Drew Patton before grabbing Calvin Harris and rolls him back inside the ring. There he rolls into the ring and goes for a cocky cover by just laying on top of Calvin on his back
ONE!
Adams: Don't let it end this way!!!
TWO!
THR...
But suddenly it is Calvin Harris that grabs Jack Washington by the arms and rolls him up on the canvas with a rollup
ONE!
TWO!
THRE....
Washington rolls through and gets to his feet, kicking Calvin in the face as Calvin gets up to his knees. That causes him to fall on his back before Jack Washington to go for his finsher
Simone: He is going for Brotherly Love!!!
Jack sets himself up for the Crippler Crossface, but Calvin manages to get his leg on the bottom rope to force Drew Patton to tell Jack Washington to let go off the hold. Jack gets insane, driving series of elbow strikes into the neck and shoulder region before running the ropes and going for a running knee that drops Calvin's head on the canvas before going for the cover as he hooks the legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
Calvin manages to kick out at the final moment, Jack Washington can't believe it as he gets in the face of Drew Patton and demand a faster count as Drew told him that it is just a count of two.
Adams: Jack can't go and bully the officials!!!
We see Calvin Harris slowly start to stir, crawling towards Jack Washington as he sts him up for a roll up as he grabs the tights of Jack to make the move happen.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE....
Jack counts at the final moment, both men get to their feet. Jack ducks a clothesline as Calvin runs to the ropes before going off for a flying clothesline. Only to have Jack Washington to catch him and executes a thunderous DDT in the middle of the ring before going for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
THRE...
Calvin somehow manages to kick out at the final moment, causing the crowd to erupt as they cannot believe that Calvin Harris managed to kick out at the final moment. Jack Washington immediately locks in the Crippler Crossface in the middle of the ring as Drew checks in on Calvin Harris
Adams: Brotherly Love!!!!
Calvin is seen with a lots of pain on his face before slowly starting to fade away as his eyes start to close. Causing Drew to call for the bell
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match by submission!!! Jack Washington!!!
Jack lets go off the hold and allows Drew to lift his arm in the air before rolling out of the ring and head to the back.
SINGLES MATCH
Jack Washington vs Peter Vaughn
And on an office door it simply says "Head Bitch in Charge", as it opens up and on the other side we see Laura Phoenix in her business mode. Her hair pinned up professionally along with glasses on her face. After all, she does have a full-time job as General Manager of PWS:Apex.
But she expected her visitor as she leans in the front of her desk.
Laura Phoenix: So I know last week I got to surprise my daughter with my announcement that for some wild reason I decided to enter into the Blast from the Past tournament. The look on Bella's face made it absolutely worth it but...there has been a lingering question. Why did I enter into the Blast From the Past Tournament? I have nothing left to prove..... I'm a multiple time champ, I have my hall of fame prestige but...
She leans back crossing her arms in front of her and tilts her head ever so slightly...
Laura Phoenix: I feel like I do have something to prove. I have heard my name on the lips of certain bombshells who shall remain nameless at this time. It's almost like they were daring me to step out of this cozy office that I have, lace up my boots once again and show them just why I am looked up to.
Pulling her glasses from her face Laura shrugs with a smirk.
Laura Phoenix: And...well...hell...there isn't a wrestler alive that has left or "retired" at one point or another that always wonders if it's possible, can they have one more run at glory.
Leaning forward her her brown eyes she gives a little wink.
Laura Phoenix: Well, we're about to find out.
She snaps back into business mode, grabbing a file from her desk, opening up and reading it for a moment before she looks up. That same trouble maker look that Bella gets from time to time...well now we know where she gets it from.
Laura Phoenix: And if you think my daughter is a handful...wait til you found out exactly where she got it from. See you all soon enough.
The scene opens backstage where we see Jessie Salco watching last week's Main Event, the latest rematch between her and Crystal Zdunich which ended in Crystal retaining the title.
Jessie: Yet another title match, yet another loss, seems to be the story of my life over the past couple of years huh?
Jessie asks as she turns off the monitor and turns to the camera.
Jessie: If there's any positives we can take away from that match, it's the fact that the days of the Roulette Title being hot potatoed between different Bombshells are well and truly dead! The Aussie Krystal put that era on life support with her record setting title reign and whilst Keira seemed to have revived it briefly? The past few champions have all done their part to pull the plug!
Jessie comments as she folds her arms.
Jessie: Only issue though? I was under the impression that the Bombshell Roulette Title Match between me and Crystal Zdunich was set for Blaze of Glory, instead they saw fit to make it last week's Main Event whilst rewarding Georgie Robertson for her fluke win over Roxi Johnson with that title match! That decision left me without anything planned for the Supercard and trust me, I've gotten sick and fucking tired of that feeling long ago!
Jessie adds as she starts to pace around.
Jessie: So, what's a girl to do to get on that card? See, as a Hall of Famer I could have easily just taken a step back and reflect on the past ten/eleven years of my wrestling career but the fact that I entered the Chamber of Extreme the same night as my Hall of Fame induction should tell you that I'm not about to do that! So here's the deal for any Bombshells in the same spot as me, I'm issuing an open challenge for Blaze of Glory XI!
Jessie adds as she rolls her eyes.
Jessie: And yes, I'm well aware that it's a cliché for Bombshells without anything better to do, hell the men are just as guilty of that crime if you ask me but that's beside the point! If anyone wants a fight at Blaze of Glory XI come give me a knock!
Jessie says as she starts to walk off.
Jessie: Because I'm not about to let the tenth anniversary of my first ever title win go without me competing on the eleventh annual Blaze of Glory!
Jessie walks off as the scene fades.
Climax Control had been hot all night long. The action was the talk of the night as it was every single Sunday. In that very moment the camera were focused on the private dressing room door of one Michael Harris. The name "The Icon" was a dead giveaway as to who it belonged to. All of the sudden that door came swinging open as the man himself along with Carmen and Blair in toe came stepping out.
Michael Harris: I'm telling the two of you. That little bastard was involved somehow. Don't care what he told me earlier. I'm not buying it!
Based on the tone of voice. It was pretty clear he was very much annoyed from his brief interaction with his nephew earlier in the night. Of course, his focus was going to have to shift. For the reason of Pussy Willow entering the camera frame with a microphone in hand. Clearing her throat got the attention of all three and their disgusted looks said it all.
Michael Harris: Can I help you?
Pussy: Actually, you can. I had a couple of quick questions for you. I pride myself in my lead reporter role and want to get the scoop.
Michael Harris: Scoop? What are you talking about ya old hag?
Pussy: That's funny coming from someone your age... but we're not going to go there.
The daggers that were being starred at her specifically from his wives after that comment was something else. Being the professional she was. Willow kept things moving along.
Pussy: Everyone is talking about the interaction that took place between you and Mr. Underwood last week. I have to know what caused all of that? How do you feel about going toe to toe with the boss?
Harris kept on glaring. It seemed that entire situation was coming back to haunt him. Further getting under his skin.
Michael Harris: I have nothing to say.
Pussy: Nothing to say? You have that type of interaction and you've got nothing to say? It sounds like your ego may have been bruised or something.
Michael Harris: Listen here you--
Before he could finish his statement. The Fiery-Latina side of his wife Carmen came out. Stepping up as she got right in the face of Willow.
Carmen Rivera-Harris: Disrespect my husband one more time and see if you don't end up on a milk carton, twat!
Now by no means was Willow one to back down, but she was also smart enough to know. She was outnumbered and based off how things have gone with Harris since he came into the company. It might have been better to hold her tongue.
Pussy: I apologize. I meant no disrespect in trying to do my job.
Michael Harris: Well, when someone says they've got no comment or don't want to talk about it. You should learn to leave it at that...
Pussy: Kind of hard to do that in my kind of field, but let me ask you a question maybe you will answer. Not only was the interaction a talk. So was the rumor that you might be considered for a future World Title match in the near future. How does that make you feel?
Michael Harris: For starters to be told I'm being "considered" seems like a slap in the face if I'm being honest.
Shaking his head from side to side. Visibly not alright with the situation at hand.
Michael Harris: Certain people can twist things however they want about my arrival here in SCW. But I'm a firm believer that all of that could have been avoided. If I would have been treated right. If I had been respected. Had I not been put in certain situations and those people know where I stand as fat as who is to blame. Even though they want to point back at me and try to put it on my shoulders. BUT... with that being said. It's a slap in the face to just be considered. I'm a legend in this business. I'm an icon. I've been everywhere and I've done it all. Multiple Hall of Fame rings. Over twenty World Championships to my name. Legendary match after legendary match put on. Sin City Wrestling is truly lucky to have someone like me on the roster to begin with.
Of course no one in the crowd wanted to hear this man brag and boast about himself. They were letting that he known with their boos that could be heard all the way in the back. Yet, it didn't stop him.
Michael Harris: And when you look at the rest of this roster. There isn't a single person that could hold my jockstrap. Let alone be considered for a Heavyweight Championship match over me. But clearly this is the game that certain people want to play. It's all about trying to make me regret my actions. It's all about trying to make me sweat. It's all about trying to break me down mentally but I'm far too tough for all of that and I've never regretted anything I've ever done. I do everything I do for a reason and there's no getting me to back down from that. So go ahead and just "consider" me for the time being. But rest assured... if it becomes a reality and I am given that shot. You're standing before the NEXT Heavyweight Champion at this very moment.
Pussy: With all due respect there Michael. As confident as you are in your own abilities. Our Champion Mac is very much confident in his own abilities. He's held that championship numerous times and always finds a way to come out on top when the odds are stacked against him. Don't you think he'll put up a little more of a fight than what you're willing to give him credit for?
Michael Harris: I would say something but my Twitter notifications already blow up enough from certain people. I'd like to sleep tonight and don't want my phone to be blowing up all night. Because someone is looking for some type of attention like a thirteen year old girl that just got her heart broken for the first time.
Harris had such a smug look on his face with his comments.
Michael Harris: Let me just say this. If If I find myself in a Heavyweight Championship match like I deserve to be. Then when that time comes. You and everyone else will find out just exactly how I feel about that individual and how I feel about his abilities. However I stand by what I said. I'm walking out the NEW Heavyweight Champion. Simple as that!
Before Willow could say anything more. Harris turned his back to her along with Carmen and Blair. The trio walking away. Leaving her standing there alone a slight confused look on her face, but what was said was said and what was done was done. Cameras cutting away then
Simone: It's time for the Main Event! At Inception VI Georgie Robertson shocked the world when she scored an upset win over Roxi Johnson! Now the youngster is set to challenge Crystal Zdunich for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Inception VI but first she will see if lightning will strike twice for her as she takes on Amber Ryan in a non-title match!
Adams: We confirmed last week that Roxi will be Amber's first challenger at Blaze of Glory XI so the fact that this match was announced can't be a coincidence! But Georgie will soon find out the hard way that Amber is quite different from Roxi, both in personality and wrestling style!
Simone: Can a miracle happen again? Let's take it to Justin and find out!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is your main event scheduled for one fall and it is a non-title match!
The throbbing beat of Adam Lambert's For your entertainment fills the venue. A body can be seen in shadow as the fans turn towards the entrance. A strobing light flashes behind the body that turns slowly as a spotlight slowly lights up the ramp area and kills the strobe to reveal a brunette in a black leather jacket over black tights and staring down into the ring, a slow smirk beginning to cross her lips. Heading to the ring, she stops at the ring stairs and then moves slowly up to the apron and into the ring where she moves towards a corner and leans back against the turnbuckles with one foot on the bottom rope.
Justin: Introducing first! From South London, she is Georgie Robertson.
The smirk returns as she looks at the camera and snaps off a contemptuous salute before pulling off the jacket to reveal a dark halter with silver buckles on it. She turns and once more leans into the corner to await the bell.
Simone: Georgie has had a rollercoaster of a time since her SCW debut last July and many assumed that her match against Roxi would be an easy win for the Hall of Famer, but the British Rookie quickly proved them wrong when she scored the upset win!
Adams: But with all due respect to Roxi and her upcoming match against Crystal, Amber is like no one Georgie has faced before!
Justin: And her opponent!
Pulsing, red lights rolls over the crowd like a rising tide to the opening growing distortion before the opening riffs of 'Cry Sister' by Royal Bliss overtake the arena. Opening vocals kick into gear as the lights seem to pulsate and the tron image tears itself into a rough greyscale triptych with the middle section splattered in red- each one depicts hits and misses alike in heavy slow motion.
As the chorus roars and the triptych bleeds into one real time footage reel legacy of violence stained red and saturated black, the tell-tale silhouette appears atop the ramp- cheers splintered with boos as the materialised form tends to draw a mixed reaction between those who judge action and those who understand that there's more than meets the eye. Either way, the Painted Hurricane soaks in the reaction and energy.
Justin: From Atlantic City, New Jersey, she is the reigning World Bombshell Champion AMBER RYAN!
As fans reach for acknowledgement and wave signs of support, some are met with a half-hearted hand touch while those that dare to scream their expletives and empty threats get a sly wink or a sarcastic kiss blown in their general direction. Fluidly, Amber circles like a shark- beelining for whichever camera person is the slowest to get out of her way- lip syncing or giving a little bit of bonus commentary down the lens before a playful nudge sends them back on their way.
Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn't call for fanfare or adulation. Simply stalks towards the closest turnbuckle, and leisurely perches herself atop of it. Hands clasped and elbows resting on knees in lazy anticipation, wearing the ever-present knowing smile across her otherwise apathetic features.
Simone: Amber looks ready to make an example of the upstart tonight! And Georgie isn't backing down!
Adams: Regardless of the outcome, we know that two SCW Hall of Famers will be watching this match closely, Crystal and Roxi!
Jacob goes over the rules with both women before taking the title from Amber and calling for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: This is Georgie's sink or swim moment!
Adams: Unfortunately for her Amber looks ready to throw her into shark infested waters!
Once the bell rings Georgie offers Amber a hand for a handshake but Amber shakes her head before slapping the hand away using her signature ambidextrous strikes on the rookie, Georgie manages to get to the ropes prompting Jacob to force Amber to back off and give the rookie some room but as soon ass Amber does Georgie charges in and locks her in an Octopus Hold in the middle of the ring! Jacob gets into position o check on Amber as Georgie keeps the pressure on.
Simone: Amber had the advantage early on but Georgie turned it around with that Octopus Hold!
Adams: I can't tell if that was Georgie's plan or if Amber's attacks forced her to think on the fly but it's working!
Amber, off course, isn't about to give up the fight this early into the Main Event and makes that fact known when Jacob asks her if she wants to tap, eventually Amber manages to get the upper hand back after she reverses the Octopus Hold into a modified Samoan Drop dropping Georgie to the canvas but the Britt rolls to the outside before Amber can go for a pin visibly annoying the champ in the process.
Simone: It seems that Georgie's glam plan is to annoy Amber with hit and run tactics.
Adams: I don't know if it's wise to annoy someone with a temper as volatile as Amber's but we'll see how it works out for Georgie!
Jacob tries to get the rookie to return to the ring but Georgie motions to an invisible watch on her wrist indicating that she thinks she has plenty of time! After a few moments Amber strikes back though by diving over the ropes and crashing down upon Georgie landing back first on the barricade in the process! Amber grunts in pain but she toughens it out before throwing Georgie back into the ring, following her in and going for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Georgie gets the shoulder up! Amber shakes her head before locking in her Walk Money submission hold.
Simone: We saw an Octopus Hold earlier in the match, now we're seeing a grounded version of that hold by Amber!
Adams: That sure looks painful! I don't know if Georgie can get out of it!
The tables may have turned but Jacob still does his job asking Georgie if she wants to submit to Amber's submission hold! But despite the pressure Amber keeps on her younger opponent Georgie is refusing to give up and eventually manages to reverse it into a roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
And Amber barely kicks out in time forcing the champ to let go off the hold in the process! But the look on Amber's face tells the story.
Simone: One more second and we would've seen the second upset win in a row for Georgie!
Adams: And whilst we can imagine what that would do for her confidence heading into Blaze of Glory XI, we can't ignore the fact that Amber is livid!
Georgie rolls to her feet and holds up the signal indicating that she was "this close" to getting the win on Amber but the champ isn't exactly happy about this as she bullrushes the rookie with kicks and punches that back the Britt up to the ring ropes! Amber then whips Georgie off the ropes and on the rebound Amber goes for a clothesline only for Georgia to duck under it and hit a Slingblade on the rebound! Georgie goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Amber kicks out again! Georgie argues this fact with Jacob clearly thinking that she had the win but Jacob isn't having it!
Simone: Georgie's inexperience is starting to show! Rather than keep up the attack on Amber she's letting her emotions get the better of her!
Adams: And as Jacob is pointing out, he's not having any of it!
In this time Amber has gotten back to her feet and tries to bullrush Georgie again only for Georgie to drop her onto the middle rope with a leg sweep before hitting Amber with a Double Knee Backstrike! Amber bounces back into the ring and Georgie goes for a pin again!
ONE!
TWO!
And Amber gets the shoulder up! Georgie has clearly learned her lesson from the last time she tried to get the pin on Amber and heads to the top rope!
Simone: Georgie's going up top!
Adams: She had better not waste any time because Amber's getting back to her feet already!
Georgie goes for a flying clothesline once she sees that Amber is back on hr feet but Amber literally kicks her out of mid-air with a Shotgun Dropkick! It's then that we see a side of Amber that we rarely see, namely the fact that she's going to the top rope before executing a Double Stomp driving her feet into the midsection of Georgie! Amber goes for the pin clearly thinking that she has the win on the upstart!
ONE!
TWO!
And Georgie still kicks out! But Amber doesn't let up as she picks up Amber before delivering a Scissored DDT!
Simone: Amber calls that one The Calling Card!
Adams: Will it be enough to put down Georgie!
Amber clearly thinks so as she throws Georgie onto her back and goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Amber is left shocked as Georgia manages to kick out!
Crowd: GEORGIE! GEORGIE! GEORGIE!
Simone: Listen to the crowd! They want Georgie to have her Rocky Balboa moment!
Adams: And Amber isn't having it!
Amber sneers before she sets Georgie up in the corner and goes for a running knee strike! But Georgie ducks out of the way at the last second causing Amber to slam her knee into the turnbuckle and prompting several loud and angry swear words from Amber!
Simone: And that's several dollars into Despayre's swear jar!
Adams: Georgie looks ready to seize the opportunity!
Georgie charges up and nails Amber with a Sliced Bread #2 but doesn't go for a pin, instead she calls for her finisher!
Simone: Georgie's going for the One and Only on Amber!
Adams: Come on kid! Make yourself famous!
Georgie manages to hit the Corner Knee part of the move but when she goes for the Corner DDT that usually follows that move Amber blocks it before shoving her off and nailing the Original Sin!!
Simone: And with the Original Sin, Amber ends this Cinderella Story!
Adams: Georgie is out! Stick a fork in her, she's done!
Amber goes for a pin whilst grasping Georgie's head.
ONE!
TWO!
AND AMBER PICKS UP GEORGIE! Amber drags the barely conscious rookie back to her feet and turns to the entrance ramp.
Amber: THIS ONE'S FOR YOU ROXI!
Amber hits Sawdust in the Blood and the then follows that up with the Burning the Lot!
Simone: OH COME ON! Amber had the match won after the Original Sin!
Adams: It's as I said, she wants to make an example of Georgie!
Jacob doesn't even bother checking on Georgie and just calls for the bell as a mercy killing!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner via technical submission, the World Bombshell Champion AMBER RYAN!
Simone: Amber wins with a clear message to Roxi!
Adams: Valiant effort by Georgie but it wasn't enough!
Amber lets go of the submission hold as soon as the bell is rung and celebrates her win whilst Jacob checks on Georgie!
Simone: It makes you wonder what will be enough, but unfortunately, this brings the show to a close! Join us next week for the Go Home Show for Blaze of Glory! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying goodnight everybody!
THANK YOU! to everyone who wrote for this show.