Climax Control Results

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in his sexy 'Chippendales' uniform of black spandex pants and matching boots, white collar with black tie and white cuffs. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the seats. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome HOME to the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda steps out onto the stage, dressed just like Peggy Bundy, complete with red wig, pink feather boa, floral print blouse and pink spandex stretch pants and high heels. She sashays around the top of the stage as the performance begins!

Amanda: I don't wanna be the one to tell you so
But there's a little somethin' that you oughta know
We need to have a sister talk about your new man
'Cause, honey, I don't think you understand
I hate to rain on your parade, but just last night, I caught him in your shoes
(The open-toe, gold-sequin stilettos, mmm)

He's pumped up, tan, super clean, and never smelly
He listens to a lot of Liza Minnelli
Spends a little too much time in bathroom stalls (What is he doing?)
Is it me or does his breath smell like balls?

I hate to pop your bubble, but he watches Golden Girls every day (He knows every word)

Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
And I'm not talkin' just a little fay
You need to tell him to sashay away
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay

You're looking at me like, "What is she talking about?"
Let me lay it out so there can be no doubt
Broadway dancer, caftans, and can snap a fan
He ignored you when you had that threeway with another man (Remember?)
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I hate to spill the beans, but dudes don't call each other Mary or girlfriend (Girlfriend)

Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
I'll tell you why I think he swings that way
He drinks skinny vanilla soy lattes
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay

It's your party, you can lie if you want to
You say he's the one, but I hear do run run
I know it's hard to find a man who'd ever be fabber
But he's a card carryin' brown pucker poo stabber
You're going to the chapel, thought someday you'd get married
First date was like a dream and then it only got scary'ed
But let's stay on track, he's the leader of the fudge pack

Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
You're the last one to know, okay?
He's like literally a walking cliche
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (He's so gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (He's so gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay (Gay, gay, gay)
Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay

Hey, hey, your boyfriend's gay

The song comes to a satisfying conclusion and Amanda prances about the stage, waving and smiling before disappearing backstage, behind the curtains.

The camera shot then transitions to the ringside area where we join Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the broadcasters table.

Simone: Hello everyone and welcome home to Sin City Wrestling's home territory at the Gold Coast Casino, right here in Las Vegas, Nevada! I am Belinda Simone, alongside Jason Adams...

Jason spins around in his chair...

Adams: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!

Simone: Into the Void XI has come and gone and we are officially on the Road To Summer XXXTreme XI! And tonight, the road toward the hottest event of the summer continues on with big implications as in tonight's opener, Ruby Steele returns to Sin City Wrestling to kick things off, facing the protege of Mikah - Eiley!

Jason comes to a stop in his sin and appears dizzier than normal.

Adams: Ohhh I think I'm going to be sick! Just like Sal Darius must feel when he has to face "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!

Simone: The Prodigy aka Oliver Zahn is back in singles competition but he must have upset someone in upper management because he is facing none other than Austin James Mercer!

Adams: Samantha 'Sammi' Marlowe has her biggest challenge -- literally! -- as she's going up against Zoey Lukas!

Simone: Krystal Wolfe has been nothing short of disrespectful towards her former GO Gym colleagues, even going so far as to insult her trainers, Gabriel and Odette Stevens! Two women who have taken umbrage toward her new attitude is none other than former World Tag Team Champions, Mackenzie Page and Charlotte Elliot! They have challenged Krystal and now Alexandra Calaway is caught in the middle as she has to team with Wolfe to face London Underground!

Adams: The next non-title match has implications for Summer XXXTreme XI because if Helluva Bottom Carter can get the win against the new Roulette Champion Peter Vaughn, then Carter will be a shoe in for the Ultimate X match aboard the cruise!

Simone: And the Main Event is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship! Jessie Salco threw out a challenge to defend the gold here tonight, and none other than former Internet Champion Luna Vanity has answered the call! You'll see all this and more on SCW Climax Control!

Inside the Golden Coast Casino the fans were buzzing. Excited to see the fall out of everything that had taken place at Into The Void. At that very moment the arena lights began to dim down with "Enter The Sandman '' by Metallica began to pipe out over the speakers. There was an instant reaction from the SCW audience. By no means was it a positive one. Those boos were as loud and as clear as they could be.

Simone: Oh god. Really? This is how we have to start tonight off?

Adams: I'm not a fan of it, but he did warn us on Twitter.

Simone: I got this man blocked on that app. I can't stand to see him in the flesh. So why torture myself with social media?

Taking center of the entrance way at that point was the SCW Heavyweight Champion himself, Michael Harris. Wearing a smug smirk all across his lips. Of course he wasn't alone with Carmen and Blair on either side of him. All while showcasing that fifteen pounds of gold around his waist. In a matter of moments, the three of them made their way down to the ring. Harris leaping up on the ring apron, pushing his foot on the bottom rope and pulling up on the second. Carmen and Blair wasted no time to get in the ring. Before the champion followed. As soon as Harris was in the ring, he unhooked the SCW Heavyweight Championship from around his waist and lifted it up into the air. Only to be met with louder boos from the audience.

Adams: You would think he would know by now. These people aren't going to give him the reaction he's looking for.

Simone: You're wrong. I think he's getting the reaction that he wants. This man just thrives on pissing people off. It's almost an obsession at this point.

Adams: I guess you've got a point there.

His smirk seemed to only get a little bigger while peering out at the crowd. Slowly, he lowered the championship down and tossed it over his shoulder. By the time his music started to fade out. Blair had retrieved a microphone from the stagehand at ring side. Bringing it right to her husband. For a split second Harris just held the mic in his hand and continued to glare into the audience.

Michael Harris: Are you people that surprised?!

As soon as those words came out of his mouth. The uproar of sheer hate for him was so loud it was causing the walls of the building to shake. There wasn't a single person in that crowd that had any love for him.

Michael Harris: I told you for weeks upon weeks leading up to Into The Void. I would walk in as champion and I would walk out as champion. I told you for weeks that Miles Kasey wasn't 'HIM' as this dumb ass generation tries to put it.I told you that Austin James Mercer was just another big man with zero talent. I told you neither of these men stood a chance against me. The same shit I told you about Malachi and Mac Bane. Hell, basically I've repeated myself for every opponent I've had. And every single time you choose to not believe me!

Standing there in the ring, Harris just shook his head from side to side. Not looking the least bit impressed with the SCW audience.

Michael Harris: At this point, when you refuse to listen to what I'm telling you and continue to hop on the I Hate Michael Harris bandwagon. You deserve to be disappointed every week. You deserve to wallow in your own self pity. You deserved to be pissed off all the time. For you bring it on yourselves and I've got zero sympathy for any of you!

He found himself pacing around the ring. Listening to those boos pick up once again.

Michael Harris: At this point SCW is going to run out of people to feed me during my run! Mac Bane had the chance to make sure I never became champion. He choked. So he's not worthy of ever getting a shot at MY championship ever again. Malachi was the first to step up and try to take it from me. Only to drop the ball when it was in his court. Kid's ego was so fragile he started to fall apart mentally after that. Now he can't buy a win to save his life. Therefore junior will NEVER get another shot at me or my championship.

Each word coming out of his mouth seemed to get more and more disrespectful by the minute. Of course the fans let their voices be heard, but it wasn't going to be enough to silence him.

Michael Harris: And of course Miles & Austin will NEVER get another shot at me or my championship. People who have been champion before me might have rewarded mediocrity, but I won't. I continue to set the bar high on what a champion should be. Just like I continue to set the standard even higher on what a professional wrestler should be. As much as everyone wants to discredit me. A win is a win. No matter how you get it and that's what puts you in a league of your own... But as I was saying. Before long there's going to be absolutely NO ONE LEF---

J2H: Hold the fuck on!

The crowd cheer as J2H appears on the top of the ramp. He starts to walk towards the ring, while talking.

J2H: You hear that Michael?

J2H holds his hand to his ear.

J2H: They're actually cheering me because someone is getting you to shut the fuck up!

The crowd burst in to cheers.

J2H: I mean I love the fact you're out here talking about where you live Michael, I really do. I mean listing all those people because of where you live is great.

Michael looks confused as J2H starks walking up the steps.

J2H: Talking about those guys because you're living in the past! Well let me say this a little bit louder so you can hear this old timer. My name is J2H AND I'M THE FUTURE!

Michael shakes his head as J2H steps in to the ring and paces up and down.

J2H: It really didn't matter if you walked out of Into The Void as a champion, fate was already decided by then the exact moment I won Blast From The Past, the exact moment the referee slammed their hand down for the third time, it was already set in stone that the belt that you walked out with, will be coming home with me as soon as it possibly could. It was written from the second I signed up for this thing, it was always mine and your old ass is just the guy I'm gonna take it from.

He nods confidently.

J2H: You're talking about raising the standard, you're not even close to the standard I set years ago, no one has ever lived up to that and you sure as shit won't be living up to it either. One way or another, that belt is going to be mine soon, that belt is coming back tothe greatest champion this company has ever seen, you don't even rank in the top twenty champions this company has even seen. You're seriously the forth best person in the ring right now, even your buy one, get one free hookers over there rank higher then you because at least they're useful being part of the worlds oldest profession.

Adams: Ouch.

J2H watches as the women throw insults towards him, but he raises his hand.

J2H: Listen up plastic tits, no one asked you your opinion and yes, I could be talking about either of you but the message remains the same about shutting up. Wanna help me out?

J2H lifts the microphone.

Crowd: Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

J2H: Even they get it. They're sick of you Michael, they've been sick of you from the second you walked in to this company, they rolled their eyes when you won that championship and they're looking forward to me liberating that championship. You should be more worried about popping out a hip during your entrance then defending that championship against me, because that match, it's already a given that you will not be defending it very well.

J2H looks Michael dead in the eye.

J2H: You're not even gonna be the best champion I've faced, you're not even the best champion in this company right now, but you're looking at the man, who in two months, will be the best champion in the whole of professional wrestling. Just be appreciate that for that night, I will light up that fading light of yours, I will give meaning to your fading career, because I'm J2H, the man, the myth, the legend, the god, and you, my broken down has been, you're just a guy holding MY championship, and that's real talk bitch!

J2H drops the microphone and looks directly in to Michael Harris' eyes, a smirk on his face as Harris looks irate. J2H pats him on the shoulder and steps backwards, not taking his eyes off Harris and steps through the ropes.

Simone: That was something else...

Adams: Hello bosses on the headset, quick request, can we move the supercard to next week, pretty please?

LIVE! July 02, 2023! From the Royal Princess Cruise!

It's....!

Justin gets to his feet and climbs the ringstairs to slide into the ring as Drew Patton checks the ropes. He puts the microphone to his lips to make the introductions for the opening match.

Justin:The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first...

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston begins to blast all across the speakers and as it does we are able to see Ruby Steele emerging from the curtain. She is clad in a sparkling ruby glow in the dark jacket. She isn't alone as her wife Courtney Pierce emerges through the curtain with her. The jacket shines brightly and she excitedly sprints to the ring slapping the hands of the roaring fans. She does some cartwheels before finishing up with one massive backflip. She giggles before she slowly slides into the ring. She nips up to her feet and blows kisses to the crowd before she bounces about waiting for the match to begin. Meanwhile Courtney stands out of the ring grabbing Ruby's jacket as she waits for her wife to wrestle.

Justin: From London England, she is Ruby Steele!

Adams: It is the cousin of Kate Steele and bandmember of the Gemstones.

Justin: And her opponent...

Nightmare by Halsey begins to play and the lights flicker a few times before they stay on and Eiley walks out onto the stage. She smirks before stopping at the top of the ramp, her hands on her hips. She stands there for a few seconds with her hands on her hips before she walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans as she walks to the ring. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around before walking to the steel steps and jobs up them before stepping onto the apron and then getting into the ring between the top and middle rope. She stands in the middle of the ring and does a simple pose before moving off to one of the turnbuckles and climbs up and sits on the top turnbuckle.

Justin: From Honolulu Hawaii...she is Eiley!

Eiley looks down at Ruby who has moved to the middle of the ring.

Simone: Drew Patton is going to have his hands full tonight Jason with these two bombshells.

Adams: That may be true and we will see what is going to happen because he just signalled for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Patton calls both women into the middle of the ring where Eiley and Ruby glare at each other. Ruby listens as Patton calls for a fair match. Turning to Eiley, Ruby holds out her hand in an attempted handshake but Eiley knocks it away and then slams her own hand across the cheek of Steele sending her staggering away from the middle of the ring and towards the ropes. Bringing her hand up, Ruby checks for blood on her lip then charges towards Eiley who has turned her back on Ruby. Catching her by the hand, Ruby whips her into the corner then slams her face first into the turnbuckle. Eiley tries to prevent a second slam on the turnbuckle but Ruby is ready and manages to hit the turnbuckle again with the head of Eiley before releasing her and backing out of the corner with her hands held up to show that she is making a clean break. Eiley staggers away, her hands over her face as Patton admonishes Steele who nods in agreement. Eiley is checking her hands for blood as Steele moves towards her. Seeing her, Eiley strikes out with a kick that manages to catch Ruby in the midsection and drops her to her knees.

Adams: Eiley getting some space between her and Ruby.

Eiley lays on the mat herself as she breathes hard. Kipping up, Eiley turns to see Ruby getting to her hands and knees. Rolling over the back of Steele, Eiley attempts a pin but Ruby is able to kick out easily. Eiley rolls out of the pin and slams her hands on the canvas in anger as Ruby rolls to the ropes. Getting to her feet, Eiley sees Steele leaning against the ropes and she sends Ruby out of the ring with a mule kick. Ruby flops through the ropes and lands in a heap on the floor. Eiley leans over the ropes and looks down at the fallen woman who is slowly rising using the ring apron. Ruby is on her feet and dropping Eiley to the mat, Ruby rolls her to the outside. Using her wrist, Eiley attempts to whip Ruby into the steel ringpost but Steele reverses it and it is Eiley that lands against the ringpost instead. Eiley lies on the mats surrounding the ring as Ruby leans on the apron. Drew is counting both women out. Ruby reacts by quickly rolling in the ring to break the count before rolling back to the outside.

Simone: Both bombshells are really giving it their all in this match.

Ruby walks towards the ring post and lifts Eiley up, she rolls her into the ring. Eiley lies prone on the canvas as Ruby smiles at the crowd. Grabbing Eiley by the arm, Ruby picks her up and then whips her into the ring rope. Climbing on the apron, Ruby slides between the ropes to climb the turnbuckles and then launches towards Eiley who is stirring on the mat for a frog splash. Eiley sees her and brings her knees up as Ruby lands on them. Rolling away, Ruby clutches at her midsection as Eiley rolls to the ropes. Pulling herself up, Eiley grabs the legs of Ruby, pulling her to the middle of the ring and sets her up for a figure four that she locks in making Steele scream out in pain. Eiley leans back and reaches for the ropes that are just out of reach of her fingers. Patton counts her shoulders to the mat, but Eiley sits up to prevent the pin. Eiley taunts Ruby as she leans back putting more pressure on the knees of Steele and rolls towards the ropes and pulls on them to punish Ruby more. Ruby tries to roll to the side then to the opposite side to reverse the hold. Ruby fights and reverses the hold and forces Eiley to release the figure four.

Adams: Both women are hurting I think from that hold.

Simone: Eiley did the smart thing and lessened the damage by breaking the hold.

Simone: Ruby needs to realize that Eiley manages to always get her knees up when Ruby goes for her high flying moves.

Eiley gets to her feet and then pulls Ruby up by the hair. Whipping her into the ropes, Eiley catches her with a hard roundhouse kick that sends her to the mat. Ruby clutches at her head as Eiley kneels and attempts to pin her for the three count. Ruby is able to get her shoulder oiff the mat before the three which has Eiley angry and glaring at Drew who is holding up two fingers. Getting to her feet once more, Eiley whips Ruby back first into the turnbuckles then grabbing the middle rope, drives her shoulder into the midsection of Steele before letting her sag to the canvas in the corner. Eiley moves back as Drew checks Ruby. He moves out of the way and Eiley takes advantage by charging in and hitting a running knee smash into the head of Ruby. Stepping back, Eiley is admonished by Drew. She ignores him as she watches Steele still motionless on the mat.

Simone: Ruby looks out of it...wait, there is some movement from Steele.

Eiley attempts another knee smash but Steele is able to get a foot up that sends Eiley to the mat herself as her foot connected with the leg of Eiley. Ruby is slowly getting to her feet as Eiley pulls herself up by the ropes, hopping slightly at the Charlie horse that Ruby caused. Ruby charges towards Eiley with bad intentions but is stopped dead in her tracks as Eiley is able to hit a superkick into the jaw of Steele. Ruby drops like a stone to the mat as Eiley recovers slightly. Moving towards Ruby, Eiley rolls her over and prepares Ruby to lock in her finisher

Adams: Eiley is going to lock in her finisher. I think that this might be it for Ruby.

Eiley pulls her up and then locks in the Finch's song finisher. Ruby cries out in pain as her head is arched in the wrong way. Eiley shakes at the body of Ruby forcing her to the mat. On her knees, Steele is unable to break the hold and she taps out quickly.

Adams: Ruby tapping to prevent injury Belinda. That is a smart move on her part.

Simone: Eiley once again makes her case for being considered a threat.

Eiley drops Ruby as Patton signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Eiley

Justin: The winner of the match, Eiley!

Drew Patton moves to hold the arm of Eiley upwards in victory.

Adams: Tonight Ruby made her debut and suffered her first loss.

Simone: Eiley wins the match tonight Jason and I just have to ask...who will stop her?

Eiley continues to celebrate as her music fills the arena.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time Sin City Wrestling is proud to welcome back our Hall of Fame, Grand Slam Champion, KRISTOPHER RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYANS!

The lights shut off leaving the entire arena pitch black.

Adams: Are we sure this is a real thing? How do we know this isn't some sort of elaborate trolling?

Simone: I guess we don't, unless he doesn't actually show.

The screen at the top of the ramp flashes to life with the words: DO YOU BELIEVE? Knowing what is coming the fans roar to life just as the PA blasts out the opening lyrics to the theme in the most booming fashion.

Adams: I wouldn't put it past someone to make this kind of sick joke. Court and Mikah are the type to play along simply for the laugh at everyone's expense.

Simone: Maybe, but from the comments I was reading, this Kris sounded like the real thing.

Two spotlights shine down on the stage as a remixed version of 30 Seconds to Mars "Walk on Water" plays through the PA system. Standing in the middle of the stage where the lights intersect, with his back to the crowd, is a man wearing Kris' logo on the back of his jacket. The fan reaction quiets slightly, with everyone hanging in the suspense of seeing if it is really him. As the beat drops in the song, Kris spins on his heels, revealing himself and the huge smile on his face to a crowd that nearly blows the roof off of the arena.

Adams: IT"S REALLY HIM! HE"S BACK!

Simone: I almost can't believe what I am seeing...

Cameras rush up the ramp as Kris stands in the center of the stage soaking in the reaction from the fans. His signature jacket isn't buttoned, and he appears to be in the same kind of shape that he was last everyone saw him, with one major difference. The attention of the fans at home is drawn to the two discolored scars to each side of his sternum. Almost as if he could feel the eyes of the world on them, he taps his chest twice with his left hand and takes a step forward onto the ramp.

Adams: "The Miracle" has literally risen from the dead!

Simone: Well, if he is here now, I doubt he was ever actually gone from this world.

Adams: Doesn't matter!

The fans erupt with applause as he makes his way down the ramp. The white club symbol appears on the screen behind him. As he gets down to the bottom of the ramp, the camera passes him, circling around his side to see the orange letters on his white shorts reading "MIRACLE" down his right leg. We get behind him as he ascends the stairs, seeing that the back of his jacket displays the KR logo in the same shade of orange. He walks one side of the ring before stopping and looking out at the fans in the first few rows. After a moment of hesitation, he strips the jacket from his shoulders and tosses it down to a kid in the front row before stepping through the ropes.

Simone: He better have a good reason for lying to all these fans for the last year, or this crowd is going to turn on him.

Adams: You're kidding, right? He's got them all in the palm of his hand already!

As Kris moves to the center of the ring, he holds up his right hand and a microphone comes flying from somewhere ringside. The Grand Slam Champion is able to track it, and catches it effortlessly before moving forward to the ropes. The camera is locked on him from behind, spotting a third of the discolored scars on his back, larger than the two in the front. The music coming out of the PA system dies down, leaving only the booming cheers of those in attendance. The ovation breaks down into a "Welcome Back" chant that Kris doesn't even try to cut off. As he turns back to the camera, he wipes at his eyes and mouths the words 'thank you' to the camera.

Adams: It's going to be a struggle to get this crowd to calm down enough to even hear him out.

Almost as if he had heard Adams make that ludicrous statement from ringside, Kris holds up the microphone in the air, and a hush falls over the crowd almost immediately.

Simone: Shows what you know...

Kris: March 8th of last year.... I died.

All chatter throughout the crowd is silenced when his voice floods the arena. He struggles to make it through those few words. Clearly the warm welcome back was more than he was prepared for. He takes a couple of beats to try and get himself back under control and tries to push through it.

Kris: I was your Mixed Tag Team Champion. You people trusted me. Maybe I wasn't your favorite person in this company, but I feel like all of you knew that when I stepped into this ring I was going to give it everything that I had. I betrayed that trust by letting you all think that I was gone, but I promise it was for a good reason.

He wipes at his eyes again, not wanting to lose his composure in front of the crowd.

Kris: Three men, who I now know weren't even actually looking for me, showed up at my gym, and nearly snatched my life away in the blink of an eye. I won't bore everyone with the details of it, because it was all widely publicized at the time, but I stand before you wearing the scars from that day. Two shots...

He brings his free hand up to tap at each of the scars on his chest while shaking his head.

Kris: I wasn't sure if I was going to live. I didn't know if I was going to get to say goodbye to my family. I didn't know if I was ever going to be able to stand in this ring in front of all of you again. Most importantly, like all of you, I didn't even know why it was happening to me. It was supposed to be like any other day. It wasn't supposed to be my last, but that is exactly what it was for a handful of minutes. It was touch and go for even longer than that.

He looks down, trying to collect his thoughts. He had so many things to say, but with all of the emotions of the moment swarming him, he had lost track of how to say them.

Kris: Last year, we didn't have any idea who those men were. We didn't know why they came into Jet City South. I didn't know why I was targeted, just that I was. I didn't know if the family that I had at home would be next, and I was in absolutely no shape to do anything about that if they were.

Fans could tell that it was a hard experience for him to relive in front of thousands of people. Though, after a deep breath, he tried to continue to move through it.

Kris: So Mikah and I made a decision. A decision that I know hurt a lot of you, but was my only option at the time. If I couldn't even defend myself, how was I going to protect any of them? The only way that I could really do that, was to not be the loose end. I needed to be gone, and that was the only way that I knew that all of my friends and family would be okay.

He looks back up, and scans his eyes across the crowd.

Kris: I'm sorry that I lied to all of you, but I don't regret it. Not for a second.

Applause breaks out in scattered pockets across the crowd. It seemed as if the crowd was at least mildly receptive to his apology.

Kris: ...but I still had questions that I couldn't answer. I didn't know who those men were. I didn't know why they were at my gym. I didn't know why... and we didn't catch them.

A smile breaks across his face, and he seems to lighten up just a little. He was already past the hardest part of the story. The worst of it was over.

Kris: ...until recently. During Blast from the Past, I found out what those men were. I figured out who sent them. I figured out why they were in my gym, and I was shocked to find out that none of those answers had anything to do with me. I was just collateral damage. They came looking for one of the students at Jet City, and I was simply in the way. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Boos break out across the arena. Rumors had already been spreading about the two Jet City students involved in the mishap. Both Oz and Jaycee had taken flack for it on social media from the moment that Kris came back to life. He tries to quiet the negativity quickly though.

Kris: However, once I was back on my feet, the same two students that got me into this predicament helped me fight and claw my way out of trouble. We were able to answer all of the questions that I had about that day, and track down the men that came into my gym. I can happily inform all of you that all parties responsible were put in handcuffs this week. They will spend the rest of their lives shitting in front of another person in a six foot by eight foot cell, and I am standing in front of a live crowd in Sin City once again! Finally, I get my life back!

The crowd erupts with cheers this time, just as happy to have the Grand Slam Champion back inside the six-sided ring as he was to be back.

Kris: ...as for the students responsible...

As if on cue, all the lights in the arena go out with the exception of a spotlight that shines from just under the titantron, between the two entrance curtains. The PA system comes to life with the voices of the two men about to take the stage. They first yell in unison "WE ARE!", which draws a huge pop from the fans that remember the original team that featured the man already in the ring. The fans yell out "Jet!" along with Oliver Zahn, which is quickly followed by Jaycee and the thousands in attendance screaming "City!"

Adams: Speaking of the two idiots that nearly cost us the superstar in the ring...

Simone: It doesn't sound like Kris holds a grudge, maybe we shouldn't either.

The Score's "Legend" fills the arena. Two men come out to the stage from opposing sides, both wearing the newest Jet City merch. However, the reaction for the two of them is nothing when compared to the ovation that Kris just received. Immediately orange and green lights start moving throughout the arena as the camera closes in on them. The words "Jet" and "City" can be read across their respective hoodies, a look similar to Kris and his brother when they first arrived in SCW. They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth with one another with their eyes on the Hall of Famer down in the ring.

Adams: Jaycee MacDonald signed his new contract with SCW earlier today, and apparently is back for good after disappearing following Blast from the Past last year.

Simone: Apparently he'll be linking up with Oliver Zahn, the wildcard of Jet City, who will be in action later on tonight against Austin James Mercer.

Adams: It is good to hear that old Jet City music once again though. I didn't even realize I missed it.

Near the bottom of the ramp, Oz takes a few running steps and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Jaycee however, unzips his hoodie, and hangs it on the ring post as he climbs to the top of the stairs to step between the ropes. Oz makes his way to the corner and climbs up on the middle rope to enjoy his first real positive reaction from the fans while Jaycee stops in the center of the ring and wraps his arms around his mentor. The two exchange a few words that aren't picked up by Kris' microphone before they break away from one another. Oz jumps from the middle rope, and turns in the air, landing face-to-face with Kris in the center of the ring.

Simone: I don't think this is the time to try and upstage Kris Ryans.

Adams: Well, nobody ever accused Oliver of being intelligent.

Simone: I am pretty sure he prefers Oz.

Oz extends his hand out to Kris, but the Hall of Famer looks down at it and the smile fades from his face. He shakes his head, and pushes past Oz, so that he can address the camera and the fans in attendance directly.

Kris: ...as I was saying, the students responsible for the mess that became last year are these two. One of them you all know pretty well. Jaycee MacDonald. He showed up for Blast from the Past last year and brought all of his baggage with him into my gym.

The crowd quickly turned on the returning competitor, viciously booing him for being responsible for what happened to Kris. Fortunately, the founder of Jet City didn't let them give him too much grief before interjecting.

Kris: ...but he never meant to. The guy was just looking for a quiet place to work out when he stepped into Jet City. We kind of forced his hand, because his talents were going to make Jet City look good. We knew he was going to be something special in the ring, and forced him into Sin City last year. I can't blame him for what happened. He tried to warn me, and paid his own price. He lost a year out of a career that was just starting. I'm glad that I can be here to see him get back on the right track.

Kris turns towards Jaycee, and extends his free hand.

Kris: We can put all of this in the past now.

Jaycee extends his hand and shakes Kris', drawing applause from the crowd. Oz steps up close to the two of them, eyeing them back and forth until they break apart.

Kris: ....and I didn't forget about you Oz. See, while Jaycee was the one that got me into all this trouble, Oz is the one that actually sent it our way. Then when it came time for fixing it, he wasn't really of any use. He's talented, but he's selfish. He doesn't care about what his actions cost anyone else, because the only thing that matters to Oz, is Oz...

Again, the crowd knows what is expected of them. They immediately lash out, shaming the newcomer with boos like he had never heard before. It was the type of disgust that made him change his opinion of the mixed reactions that had only mildly annoyed him.

Kris: ... but I would have done the same thing in his shoes. All of you know that. You remember. When I stepped onto the scene in Sin CIty, there was nothing that I wouldn't do, and no person that I wouldn't do it to in order to save my own skin. I was a nobody that wanted to be somebody. So I can understand how he got himself into so much trouble.

Oz turns to the crowd, waiting for their reaction for him to shift like Jaycee's had after Kris let him off the hook. Except they don't. The harshness of the booing only intensifies, causing him to turn away from the other two in the ring and start yelling at the people in the front row. Both Jaycee and Kris look disappointed for a second before Kris lifts the microphone once more.

Kris: ...I understand.... and I can't blame him for the person that he is... but I can't forgive him yet either.

Oz hears the words and turns away from the crowd, and back to Kris but it is too late. The Grand Slam Champion crosses the ring in a flash, and launches himself at Oz before the crowd even has time to react to what they were seeing. Kris leaps, and his left foot catches Oz flush in the cheekbone, leveling him in an instant.

Simone: Godspeed from Kris Ryans!

Adams: Oz never saw it coming!

The crowd erupts like they had when Kris' music first hit the PA system. Kris effortlessly springs back up, and leans over Oz with a smile on his face.

Kris: We're all good now, kid.

WIth that, "Walk on Water" blast through the PA system again, and the fans cheer while Jaycee and Kris celebrate in the ring. After a few moments, the feed cuts to elsewhere in the arena.

We hear RAISE YOUR GLASS by Pink hit the speakers and the crowd erupts in a mixed reaction as the fans know Bill Barnhart is about to make an appearance. They don't have long to wait as Bill Barnhart steps out from the backstage area holding a mic in his hand and walking out with him is his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart. Bill walks to the middle of the landing and stops while the crowd continues with their mixed reaction as Bea stands next to him and she is also glancing around at the crowd.

Bea: Boo all you want! Nothing changes for Bill because of how you act concerning him. And you are welcome to boo me also if you want as that won't stop me from being at ringside in Bill's corner as his Manager!

Bill: Boo if you want. . .cheer me if you want...what your reaction is to me doesn't dictate how I perform in the wrestling ring. Tonight I face off against someone who is going to have an extremely short wrestling career as I plan on putting him out of the sport of wrestling. His name is Sal Darius.

The anti-Bill Barnhart fans erupt in boos but the pro-Bill Barnhart fans cheer for Bill and their cheering drowns out the anti-Bill Barnhart crowd and that brings a smile on the face of Bill.

Bea: You anti-Bill Barnhart fans are beyond pathetic! You're just jealous that Bill is amazing and you're pathetic!

The boos continue but the pro-Bill Barnhart fans drown them out with their cheering for Bill.

Bill: As most of you know, or should know, in the sport of wrestling I am one of those wrestlers who enjoys giving fans a decent length match that is exciting for them to watch. Unfortunately I have to inform you that I expect my match against Sal Darius to be an extremely short match and it is not likely that Sal will get much offence action in against me in this match.

Again the pro-Bill Barnhart and anti-Bill Barnhart fans rise up and opposing reactions to Bill's comments. Bill and Bea glare at the crowd.

Bill: Just watch and enjoy me making short work of Sal Darius!

With that comment Bill drops the mic to the landing then he and Bea tur around and they strut into the backstage area. The anti-Bill Barnhart fans continue to boo Bill while the pro-Bill Barnhart fans continue to cheer him.

Like a Phoenix blares through the speakers as the crowd cheers like mad But it dies down quickly, making the crowd boo a bit, thinking it was a Krystal set up. Instead, a new theme plays, Undefeatable plays. The announcer smiles as he says

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen. Please Welcome Back, SCW HALL OF FAMER, KEIRA FISHER-JOHNSON!!!!!!

Keira comes out, smiling a bit, despite what happened at the supercard. She walks down and enters the ring as the crowd goes wild. As the announcer gives Keira a mic and exits the ring. Keira looks at the crowd, still cheering as her song shuts off slowly. The crowd were chanting chants of "Keira", "Team Hero", "Bone Breaker" and "The Phoenix". Keira gives a smile as she tries to speak, but the crowd cheers even louder. Keira uses her hands to lower the crowd down as she finally speaks

Keira: So...I think you guys missed me. I can't tell!

The crowd cheers even more, Keira gives out a grin as she lets them cheer. She then smiles, saying

Keira: Trust me, I missed you guys as well. I missed you guys more than you can imagine. Despite the fact, retirement has been good. Being a Co-Owner and trainer of Hero Academy, being a mom while Roxi did her own thing. BUT THEN SOMEONE...had to ruin my retirement. Someone had to be that bitch. Good job, Krystal. You had to do that. You decided to be Keira-Lite. Oh, I'm not talking about being a good person. You're far from that.

Keira clears her throat, saying

Keira: You decide to be a savage! Stabbing your own cousin in the back, injuring a few rookies in this ring, which by the way. I had to STOP you from doing before Into The Void!

Keira takes a deep breath, getting more serious as she says

Keira: But the worst. The worst thing you could ever do or say. I remember these words too well. "I'll just have to use you to send another message and maybe I'll make Roxi and Nate watch as well!"

Keira looks up at the lights for a second as the crowd boos at the thought of Krystal and what she did. Keira lowers her head, saying

Keira: You crossed the line, Krystal. You crossed the line that no one should ever cross. After seeing all of this. I decided enough was enough. I asked Roxi for her opinion and in one of those rare times. She told me short and to the point, "Kick her ass!"

Keira gives a smirk as she says

Keira: I took her advice. I came close to getting revenge on her, but as you can tell. I didn't do it. I didn't break her arm.

Keira takes a deep breath, continuing

Keira: No, like I told her. The info I had is more than she realizes. But I'm not shocked that she doesn't believe me. Considering the fact that I always kept my word. Just ask Tempest.

Keira runs her fingers through her hair. She speaks again

Keira: Krystal, I mean what I said. I could have easily broken you at Into The Void. But I didn't. I'm going to do it slowly, mentally and physically. I'm going to make your life a living, breathing Hell! Talk about how my reigns and all were flukes and scrape the bottom of the barrel all you want. But what you've done? You make The Troll look like a saint!

The crowd gasps over that. Keira gives a smirk as she continues

Keira: Now, with all that doom and gloom out of the way. I guess I might as well say it. I said retirement was good and I do blame Krystal for bringing me out of it. Thing is, I'm not going to just go away after I break Krystal. Nah, I'm gonna stick around. How long? Til High Stakes? Maybe, I know this. I got some unfinished business!

The crowd cheers for this as Keira continues

Keira: Now, I saw Krystal having ideas to Christian for a Pick Your Poison type deal. Yea...not happening. If it's who I think it is, then the brass in the back better hear this well. I want to fight, but the person Krystal wants me to fight. I want to do AFTER Krystal is out of the way. Yea, you heard me Tempest. This is no diss to you. But I believe you're a woman of honor in a way. I don't like your tactics. But I do respect your honor in the ring. The threat you gave cause you thought I wanted to interfere. I can see where you were going. You wanted Krystal to yourself. I was a woman of my word. I gave you that. Now let me return that. After I take care of Krystal, I do want a fight with you in the future.

Keira gives a smile

Keira: You and me, one on one. Win or lose. I would be honored to fight you.

Keira smiles again

Keira: Speaking of fighting. Ari, I know you can hear me and we had a little tit for tat on Twitter about it. I'm still offering. Before Summer XXXTreme, anytime, anywhere. That goes double for Jessie Salco. I know before I retired, I said I wouldn't go for another title in SCW. But that was before I thought I was done. But the fuel, seeing everyone in the back go twice as hard, twice as rough and putting it on the line more and more. That itch...came back!

The crowd cheers again as Keira continues

Keira: I doubt the Brass will grant me it. But Jessie did say something about a tie breaker. So this is what I want.

Keira holds up one finger, saying

Keira: Ariana

Keira holds up the second finger

Keira: Jessie Salco for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, if she survives tonight.

Keira holds up the third finger

Keira: ....Maybe a Team Hero tag match if Roxi wants it?

The crowd goes wild over this as Keira holds up a fourth finger

Keira: And Krystal. For this and this only. This is my list. Each road to a SuperCard we do, I'll update like usual. But this is what I want for now. After that...all bets are off.

Keira smiles, shouting out

Keira: Cause for right now. Keira's back and I'm ready...TO FIGHT AGAIN!!!!!!!

The crowd cheers as Keira blows kisses to them, the scene fading

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia... Bill Barnhart...

Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.

Justin: And his his opponent who is already in the ring... Sal Darius.

The crowd give him a mixed reaction, as the ref moving in and check both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be ring..

DING DING DING!

Barnhart And Darius circle the ring before stopping and moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they briefly jockey for position until Barnhart overpowers him and shoves Darius hard backwards and down to the mat. He continues to roll away and moves into the corner as he partially slips under the bottom rope and grabs them to take a moment, as Barnhart looks down at Darius and flexes his muscles.

Simone: Barnhart showing that he isn't too be messed with as he overpowers Darius and shoves him away. Darius doesn't look to put off as he takes a moment.

Darius looks on before moving from the ropes and climbs back to his feet, where he and Barnhart circle the ring once more, as Barnhart moves in to lock up with Darius but Darius dodges and grabs Barnhart around the head for a headlock as he tries his best to keep in place as Barnhart tries to find a way out. Barnhart then goes for another approach and pushes Darius away and Darius bounces off the ropes and he comes back Barnhart shoulder blocks Darius back down to the mat. Barnhart looks down at Darius once more. Darius rolls away as Barnhart growls at Darius and yells at him to get up.

Adams: Darius is back to his feet and they circle the ring and Barnhart goes to move in and lock up but Darius dodges and grabs Barnhart around for a headlock, which he fights to keep that in hold before Barnhart pushes him away and Darius bounces and right into a shoulder block from Barnhart.

Simone: Barnhart isn't impressed with Darius.

Adams: To be honest.. I'm not either.

Darius moves to the corner before getting to a knee as he and Barnhart exchange a few words, as he then makes his way to his feet and they exchange a few more words, as Darius makes a suggestion that Barnhart comes off the ropes and tries a shoulder block. Barnhart raises an eyebrow before agreeing and he runs backwards and as he comes back, Darius surprises Barnhart with a standing dropkick. The dropkick rocks Barnhart but it isn't enough for him to go down, as Darius is back to his feet and brags a little as Barnhart checks his face.

Simone: Darius makes his way back to his feet as he and Barnhart exchange a few works before Darius persuades Barnhart to hit him with a shoulder block. This can only end with one thing.

Adams: Barnhart goes for it, but Darius hits a standing dropkick. Not what we thought it was going to be.

Once happy there isn't any blood, Barnhart find the right moment as Darius turns and Barnhart rushes in and shoulder barges Darius back down to the mat and Darius quickly bails from the ring and away from Barnhart. Darius take his time, as Barnhart continues to recover from the dropkick as the ref focuses on Darius and tells him to come back into the ring. Darius gets close to the ring but doesn't get in and the ref starts a count..

Adams: Barnhart is rocked but still standing, as Darius brags about it but while his back is turned, Barnhart rushes in and catches Darius with a shoulder barge. And Darius is back down to the mat and bails from the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

Barnhart yells at Darius to get back into the ring and ignores both of them.

THREE!

FOUR!

Barnhart climbs out of the rig and goes after Darius. It's a slow paced chase as they cover half the ring before Darius slides back into the ring and takes a few steps back to allow Barnhart into the ring, once into the ring, Darius surprises Barnhart with a hard slap to the face, which Barnhart holds the side of his face, as Darius smirks and brags as Barnhart removes his hand and glares at Darius before rushing in and grabs Darius by the hair and hits a running bulldog. Barnhart then begins to stomp on Darius over and over and over again, before the ref moves in and intervenes and gets to three and Barnhart backs away.

Simone: The ref gets up to four as Barnhart climbs from the ring and goes after Darius... though very slowly. But Darius gets back into the ring and Barnhart follows him in and is met with a slap to the face, as again Darius brags etc... and again his bragging gets him into big trouble.

Barnhart turns back to Darius and grabs him and pulls him up into a seated position before pushing him against the ropes before putting a single leg against Darius' back and proceeds to choke him against the ropes. The ref moves in once more and gets to three before Barnhart breaks and moves away, as Darius moves away from the ropes coughing. Barnhart delivers another stomp before climbing out of ring and onto the apron as he grabs Darius through the rope and drags him partially out before hitting a legdrop across his neck.

Adams: Barnhart begins to punish Darius firstly by choking him against the ropes, which the ref quickly forces him to break, as Barnhart then hits a legdrop across Darius' throat.

Barnhart climbs back onto the apron and back through the ropes, where he grabs Darius' leg and drags him to the centre of the ring and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Barnhart goes for a cover, but Barnhart breaks the pin.

Adams: Just playing with him now.

Barnhart pulls Darius up to break the pin, as he smirks and wags his finger. He climbs back to his feet and grabs Darius and pulls him up off the mat and Irish whips him across the ring to the corner, which Darius crashes into the corner back first. Barnhart follows up with a splash. Darius slumps into the corner and Barnhart rubs his stomach before turning around and unleashes the toxic tush much to the amusement of the fans.

Adams: Nice splash but unfortunately for Darius Barnhart follows up with letting out some toxic gas.

Simone: so disrespectful.

Darius cough and gags, as Barnhart smirks before grabbing Darius and pulls him, Darius tries to fight back with a shove, but Barnhart responds with a standing dropkick sending Darius down to the mat. Darius rolls away but Barnhart is back to his feet, where he hits an elbow drop to the back of Darius, which stops him rolling any further.

Simone: Darius is pretty much done here.

Barnhart climbs to his feet once more and hits another elbow drop. Barnhart climbs back to his feet and grabs Darius and pulls him up into a body slam position. Barnhart then stands over Darius grabs him and cinches on the Camel Clutch then he quickly falls back. Darius can't do anything but limply tap out.

Adams: Now he is done as Barnhart makes Darius taps.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Bill Barnhart.

Barnhart's music hits over the p.a as he releases the submission hold and tosses Darius aside before making his way to his feet, as Bea Barnhart climbs into the ring with him and they celebrate.

Cameras switch to the back as we see the "Trainers Room" door, currently closed to prying eyes for a moment before it rips open and Miles Kasey steps out with a huge smile on his face followed by one of the medical trainers.

Miles: FREEDOM!

Medical Trainer: Hey, just because you got your clearance means that you go out there and do stupid shit again.

Miles' smile goes from joy to cheeky and with a laugh he gives a quick scratch to the back of his head.

Miles: Stupid shit? Is that a medical term?

Medical Trainer: For you guys, it should be. I'm just saying that you were lucky this time around. Not saying that you weren't impressive but you're going to have to realize that guys like Mercer and Harris are out to hurt people and you're lucky that it was only a mild concussion.

Miles: Yeah, and honestly I should have expected that Harris would do anything to keep that title. Either way, I promise to be on my best behavior for a little bit longer but I can't stop this momentum.

Medical Trainer: I get it, I just don't wanna be the one that is going to pull you from said momentum because you ended up getting dumped on your head.

Miles throws his hands up in defense.

Miles: Alright, I get it. I'll try to sustain myself from assholes taking cheap shots at the gray matter between my ears.

Medical Trainer: THANK YOU!

And with that the trainer turns around and walks back into the room but before they close the door Miles looks back with a smile.

Miles: SEE YOU SOON!

And with that we hear a giant 'UGH!' and the door slams in his face.

Miles: That dude needs to get rechecked on his bedside manner.

Miles begins his casual stroll down the hall before he sees a familiar face in the form of Alexandra Calaway.

Miles: Hey Ally! I was hoping to run into you.

Alexandra looks up with a look of surprise from whatever she was doing at the moment.

Alexandra: You were?

Miles: You sound surprised but yeah. Asking someone a question, like I have for you, isn't exactly what you do over twitter. At least from a professional standpoint.

Alexandra: And this question is?

Miles: Well I couldn't help but notice that you seem to be having a bit of an issue getting comfortable around SCW, and I get it, this place can be a whole lotta different from every other promotion out there. That's not a knock on you as a wrestler, at all. I know this isn't your first rodeo but...well...

Miles looks around a bit nervous, strangely like he's afraid to even ask

Alexandra: Out with it Milo.

Miles: Well SCW is starting the Mixed Tag Division back up and if you were even considering it, I would like to throw my name into possible candidates for a partner. If you're up to it, that is.

Alexandra: You sure you want to? It seems everyone I work with I let down. I don't want to let anyone else down. I mean.. I couldn't even beat Luna Vanity.. and that woman is delusional.

Miles: Hey, you are talking to the king of letting people down. Alright? More than once and I couldn't even get out of the first round a year ago in that damn Blast From the Past but I truly think that we could make a pretty awesome team. And hey, Ally, listen, you don't have to give me an answer right now. If you want to mull it over, that's fine. It's easy to sit and stew over the shortcomings of your short time here, but either way you can let them continue to step on you... Or you can do the next best thing.

Alexandra: And what's that?

Miles steps up and with a gleam of trouble in his eyes.

Miles: Be so fucking good they can't ignore you.

Alexandra takes a moment to look up at him seeing that gleam in his eyes.

Alexandra: You know what? I'm game Miles. Let's do this.

Miles holds up his fist and Alexandra fist bumps him back.

Miles: Come find me after the show and we'll talk details, exchange numbers and whatnot. Good luck on your match... And oh and watch out for Krystal, she's been nothing but a bitch lately. See ya later, partner.

And with a patent Miles wink he walks away, leaving Alexandra standing in awe for a moment before she shakes her head and continues prepare like she was before her brand new tag partner approached.

Eiley is seen backstage and has changed out of her ring attire and into a simple black mini dress and is sitting on a table, leaning against the wall. She was looking at her phone and had wireless earbuds in her ear that she did not notice when the Hall of Famer and her trainer stopped in front of her. Mikah snaps her fingers in Eiley's face to get her attention and Eiley looks up, slightly startled but relaxes when she sees that it's only Mikah.

Eiley: Jesus, hi.

She removes the earbuds from her ears and looks at Mikah.

Eiley: I didn't know that you were going to be here tonight.

Eiley's eyes move down to Mikah's stomach before looking back at her. Mikah just shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: My husband had unfinished business here and I thought I'd watch yours and Ruby's match, just to see how the both of you worked together. And to see if I was right.

A smirk passes over Mikah's face.

Mikah: And I was, which I bet really pissed Courtney off. Another bonus for me.

Eiley gives Mikah a small smile before shrugging her shoulders as she didn't understand the conflict between Mikah and Court.

Eiley: I'm glad I could help you out, then.

Mikah just chuckles a little bit before adjusting her dress a little bit. Eiley glances at her stomach before looking back Mikah's face.

Eiley: So...I'm guessing everybody who's watching now knows?

Mikah nods her head.

Mikah: Yep, but this isn't about me or my baby right now. I just wanted to say congratulations on your win.

Eiley seems to get a boost of confidence as she gets congratulations out of Mikah.

Eiley: Than-

Mikah cuts her off, not letting her finish.

Mikah: Just don't fuck it up, okay? I don't want you tarnishing my good name and I do not want to be getting calls from Mark and Christian telling me about your wrongdoings. Just do what you're supposed to do and don't fuck up; you don't have the money or the history here to do as you please. You don't get to be me. So don't fuck it up.

Eiley just nods her head.

Mikah: Good.

Eiley doesn't get much else in as Mikah walks away without a goodbye and Eiley sighs as she puts her earbud back in.

Eiley: Thanks for the vote of confidence.

She leans back against the wall to listen to whatever it was she was listening to.

The camera returns to the arena with a wide-angle shot of the six-sided ring, and standing inside of the ring is SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood. He is standing before a table draped in a purple velvet cloth, with something clearly underneath. The boss man is looking around at the SCW Universe, shaking his head as he is greeted with scorn and disdain from the fans on hand. He brings the house mic to his lips, placing hand over his heart.

Christian: I feel the love, truly!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!

He just smiles, pleased at having worked them to get a rise out of the crowd. He then waves a hand.

Christian: Alright, alright! I don't want to be out here any more than you want me out here so how about you quiet down and let me get this over with? That way I can leave and you can be done with me? Win/win? Huh?

The crowd continues to boo but slowly it begins to subside but does not fade away entirely.

Christian: I suppose that will have to do. Anyway...! A few weeks ago, Mark and I asked you people how you might feel about the return of the World Mixed Tag Team titles here in Sin City Wrestling...

The crowd then suddenly begins cheering in support, and Christian nods.

Christian: Yeah, that's what we figured because the response has been overwhelmingly positive. And I lost the coin toss so I'm the one out here to deliver the news. Mark and I were both on the fence with this one because the men and women backstage are so distrusting of one another that it seemed almost impossible to build a successful tag team division, whether it be for the Mixed Tag or the respective Men's and Women's. But... considering the response we got from you, and how plenty of the men and women backstage showed an interest in another title to collect around their greedy little waists. So...! Over the next four shows, we are going to hold a series of four mixed tag team matches. The winners of those four matches will meet at Summer XXXTreme XI on July 2 in a Fatal Fourway match to decide...

Christian grabs the drapery and whips it off of the table, revealing...

Christian: The BRAND NEW World Mixed Tag Team Champions!

The crowd cheers as the camera does a close up shot of the brand new title belts as the screen slowly fades out.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control! Our next match features two men who competed at Into the Void XI but with very different outcomes as Oliver Zahn takes on Austin James Mercer!

Adams: Oliver debuted in this year's Blast from the Past Tournament and opted to stay on as a roster member after his team with Ariana Angelos was eliminated in the Quarter Finals officially making his singles debut at Into the Void with a win over Sal Darius in the opener! Austin was one of two challengers for Michael Harris's World Heavyweight Title alongside Miles Kasey and whilst he came up short it was Miles who took the pin and after Michael used brass knuckles on Miles! Austin's looking to get back in the winner's circle but has to contend with an impressive up and comer!

Simone: This should be a hard-hitting affair, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Oz leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: Introducing first, from Jet City weighing in at 185lbs he is Oliver Zahn!

As the lift becomes level with the stage the lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Oz steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing white pants with purple trim and a black shirt that reads Jet City South across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd.

Simone: It should be noted that whilst Oliver didn't get as far as he had hoped in the Blast from the Past Tournament, he is unpinned!

Adams: That's right! Ariana was the one who took the pin in their final Blast from the Past Match and as I said earlier, his only other match was a win!

Justin: And his opponent!

The lights shut off as "Medusa" 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 265ibs 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 centre of the ring as the music shuts off

Simone: Last time we saw Austin in action on Climax Control was when he destroyed The Troll! I think it's safe to say that Oliver will give him a better fight!

Adams: I mean The Troll wouldn't have stood a chance anyway but Austin did attack him before the bell! Or the entrances for that matter!

Dawn goes over the rules with the two men as they stare each other down, before Dawn can even call for the bell Oliver gets right in Austin's face smack talking the former Internet Champion which goes on for a few minutes before Austin promptly shuts him up with a sudden snap headbutt knocking the youngster flat on his backside as Dawn calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: I'm not really sure what Oliver expected to happen there, Austin's temper has been downright volcanic since he returned to Sin City Wrestling!

Adams: Play stupid games, win stupid prizes!

Oliver doesn't even get a chance to regain his bearings from Austin's headbutt as the larger man mounts Oliver and starts raining down punches to his face! Dawn tries to get Austin to ease up on the punches but Austin pays her no mind until she threatens him with a disqualification at which point Austin relents so he can get in Dawn's face! Dawn, despite the massive size difference between herself and Austin, stands her ground and this gives Oliver a chance to surprise Austin with a roll-up from behind.

ONE!

TWO!

And Austin gets the shoulder up at two! Austin rolls to his feet but Oliver doesn't let up executing a Snap Hurricanrana on Austin that sends him to the outside!

Simone: There is a significant height and weight difference between Austin and, well, both of the other people in this match really but Oliver is making up for the size difference with his speed and agility.

Adams: That's about all that youngster can do to keep the advantage over Austin!

Dawn's count doesn't even reach four before Oliver goes for a Springboard Crossbody to the outside but the only good that does him is cause Austin to temporarily lose his footing as he catches Oliver in mid air before hoisting him up onto his shoulders for a Powerbomb onto the apron! Oliver quickly realizes what Austin's game plan is and starts firing punches at Austin's head before returning the favour from the start of the match with a stiff headbutt! The headbutt does the trick as it causes Austin to lose his balance and allows Oliver to break free but the Jet City Graduate has to quickly return to the ring to avoid a double countout.

Simone: Oliver and Austin were dangerously close to a double countout draw there!

Adams: And a draw is definitely something neither man wants!

As soon as Oliver returns to the ring he gets right back into it running to the opposite ropes and then diving over the ropes and onto Austin! This time Austin can't catch him in mid-air AND THE IMPACT SENDS BOTH MEN INTO THE CROWD! The crowd goes crazy for the insane move as Dawn leaves the ring to check on both men, both man are conscious and the crowd has parted ways to let Dawn get a clear view of both men and once she's satisfied that both men can continue the match Dawn returns to the ring to restart her count! Said count reaches five before Oliver and Austin start to stir and both men make it back to the ring a count apart from each other, Oliver and 7 and Austin at 8! Austin took the worse of the dive though and Oliver uses that fact to go for another pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Austin kicks out!

Simone: I'm amazed Austin and Oliver are still in the fight after that tumble they took into the crowd!

Adams: Wrestlers are made of sturdier stuff, man or woman, what can we say?

Oliver shakes his head before he heads to the top rope waiting for a chance to stroke again when Austin gets back to his feet! When Austin does Oliver goes for a Moonsault Press on the larger man but Austin catches him in mid air and Austin uses the chance to hit Oliver with a German Suplex after turning him around! Austin bridges for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Oliver kicks out! Austin gets back to his feet first and measures up Oliver as the youngster gets back to his feet only to be met with a Running Leaping Shoulderblock that causes him to do a backflip! Austin goes for another pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Thre..............NO! OLIVER KICKED OUT!

Adams: And Austin is livid!

Austin gets in Dawn's face believing that it was a slow count but Dawn, despite being cornered by the much larger man, stands her ground insisting that her pin was fair! Unkbeknownst to them, Oliver has gotten back to his feet and, not realizing the situation, the youngster his Austin with a dropkick to the back sending him stumbling forward and crashing into Dawn! The ref drops like a sack of potatoes and Austin doesn't even get a chance to register what just happened before Oliver rolls him up to predictable results.

Simone: Dawn was the unfortunate victim of a sandwich between Austin and the turnbuckle thanks to Oliver's dropkick but I don't think either man is to blame here!

Adams: Right, Austin didn't intend to crash into Dawn and you try spotting Dawn in front of a guy as big as him from where Oliver was standing!

Upon realizing what just happened Oliver abandons the roll-up to go check on Dawn, however Austin sees this as an opportunity as he leaves the ring and heads to the timekeeper's table to grab a chair which he returns to the ring with and subsequently cracks Oliver over the head with! Austin continues to assault Oliver with the chair busting the youngster open before executing the Legacy Bomb onto the chair for good measure! Seeing that Dawn is coming too Austin slides the chair out of the ring and goes for the pin!

Simone: No! Dawn he used a chair!

Adams: This isn't right! Austin's going to steal a win from Oliver!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner Austin James Mercer!

Simone: Austin just stole a win from Oliver! After a great match too!

Adams: Them's the breaks some........wait, Jasmine's racing down to the ring!

Jasmine slides into the ring as Dawn raises Austin's hand in victory and promptly slaps down the hand before telling Dawn what just happened! Austin is adamant that the senior referee is lying until Jasmine calls up the instant replay showing Austin's use of a chair after Dawn was knocked loopy! Austin's eyes widen as it dawns on him and as the final nail in the coffin? Jasmine produces the chair from the ringside area, Oliver's blood and all! Seeing this evidence Dawn goes straight to Justin and after a brief talk Justin makes the announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen I have been informed that Dawn Barnes has reversed her decision! The winner by disqualification, Oliver Zahn!

Simone: Well. That sets it right but I don't think Oliver wanted to end his first Climax Control match as an SCW Superstar like this!

Adams: And considering how often he cheats to win I bet Michael Harris is sweating bullets right now!

Oliver gets the hell out of dodge as soon as he's conscious as Austin argues with the two female refs.

Sam Marlowe is seen walking along the hallway towards the backstage area as if on the hunt for something or someone.

Sam Marlowe: Ben, where are you? You told me that you would meet me here and let me know about what we talked about.

The man himself turns up and smiles widely at Sam who pulls up short. Ben Jordan is holding his cell phone out, pointed at Sam who tilts her head and gives him a funny look.

Sam Marlowe: Hello to you and why are you offering me your phone? I already got one.

Sam holds up her phone and waves it at Ben.

Ben Jordan: Ginge...I am not going to give you my phone. I want you to listen to it.

Sam Marlowe: Is someone calling me on your phone Ben? I haven't given your number to anyone I don't think?

Ben raises an eyebrow.

Sam Marlowe: Unless...y'all aren't trying to prank me are you? Because if you are Prat...

Ben shakes his head and once more holds out the phone. Sam takes it and then presses play. The sounds of Daughtry's Separate Ways play out.

Ben Jordan: Come on Ginge...what do you think of this one?

Sam listens for a moment, a smile on her face.

Sam Marlowe: I like the song.

Ben Jordan: Sam, what do you think of it as a theme song?

Sam Marlowe: Theme song for who? What are y'all talking about?

Ben sighes and gives Sam a glare of disappointment.

Ben Jordan: I can't believe you don't remember Sam. Did you take one too many pills for that bad wing?

Sam shakes her head as Ben once again prompts her to think about it.

Ben Jordan: On the plane Sam, what did we talk about?

Sam Marlowe: We talked about whether or not you missed wrestling and the Mixed Tag titles...wait, are you sayin' what I think y'all are sayin'?

Ben gives Sam a look as if he was going to not tell her but Sam leans in, her eyes shining slightly as she crinkles her nose.

Ben Jordan: What do you think I am saying Ginge?

Sam Marlowe: Don't tease me Ben. Y'all said you would have your answer now tell me.

Ben Jordan: All right, I think that we...need to think up a theme if we are going to be winning those mixed tag titles.

Sam Marlowe: Best news I heard all night...but wait. You want to use this song as our theme?

Ben Jordan: Yeah...why?

Sam gives him a look and a half smile.

Sam Marlowe: People may talk you know...you ready for that?

Ben looks surprised as Sam giggles. She motions towards the craft table with her waterbottle. The pair head out of earshot discussing ideas in hushed tones. Back at ringside, Belinda and Jason can be seen with shocked looks on their faces.

Adams: Did we just hear that right? Ben Jordan...Sam Marlowe...mixed tag titles...

Simone: Well now this is going to be interesting to say the least.

Just outside of the Ballroom in the Gold Coast Casino, the 2023 Blast From the Past Champion Devona stands against a backdrop that hypes the upcoming summer spectacular - Summer XXXTreme XI. Devona is dressed in a simple, purple tank top and tight blue jeans, a stoic expression on her usually smiling face. And standing with her...?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hello fans, I am joined here tonight with none other than one-half of the 2023 Blast From the Past Champions - and former Bombshell Internet Champion, none other than Devona!

Devona turns her head to look at Ms. Rocky, craning her neck at the shoulder.

Devona: You just had to go there with the whole 'former champion,' didn't you? Couldn't stop with the 2023 Blast From the Past winner?

Ms. Rocky clears her throat, caught off guard by Devona's objection toward her choice of words in her introduction..

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I'm sorry, I was just... I didn't mean to offend.

Devona turns from her and holds up a hand, waving off anything further to be said.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Devona, have you seen anything of or heard from J2H since winning the tournament at Into the Void XII?

Devona shrugs.

Devona: Not really, no. But then again, I wasn't really expecting to. I wasn't fool enough to think we'd form some eternally bond of fellowship or friendship from this tournament. I admit, I don't think J2H is as bad as he portrays himself to be – at least with certain people. But I have received a text here and there about doing what I need to do. Otherwise... I guess we were just a means to an end with each other.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Speaking of doing what needed to be done, can we discuss for a moment 'how' you won the match against Dawn Warren and Calvin Harris?

Devona frowns, turning back to her.

Devona: And what exactly is that supposed to mean? How I won? How I beat Dawn? Well go on then...

She beckons with her hand.

Devona: You're the roving reporter. Tell me – how exactly did I beat Dawn?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: W-well... it was that trick you played on her. The way you acted as if she had hit you with a foreign object...?

Devona: Okay, hold up! James tossed that thing – whatever it was – to Dawn. Not only did she catch it, she also kept hold of it when anyone with any common sense would have thrown it from the ring! And I just played the hand that James dealt me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes but...

Devona: Did I pull Dawn's tights? Did I hit her with anything? Did I use the ropes?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, no?

Devona: Did I cheat in any way to pin her?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: No but...

Devona: My point exactly! I didn't cheat, I won. It's as simple as that! And as for Dawn? The way she played up to me like a fan? The moment she lost she really showed her true colors! I won fair and square, and in a matter of weeks, I'm going to face one of the best in the business for the great prize in women's wrestling! It is NOT my fault that girl is a sore loser!

Devona then turns away from Ms. Rocky Mountains and walks off camera without another word being said.

We cut to the ring where we see that a white board has been set up in the middle of the ring alongside a mock classroom set up, complete with an apple on the desk

Simone: We are getting the first edition of Ari's classroom in front of a live crowd tonight!

Adams: This will be good!

The opening guitar riff to "In the Middle of the Night" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the crowd comes unglued as Ariana emerges from the back wearing a long cloak with her initials on the back and with her back to the crowd.

Simone: Ariana came so close to dethroning Roxi Johnson at Into the Void XI but alas, she came up short against her hero.

Adams: She has nothing to be ashamed off after that performance but her confidence did take a major hit after Roxi told her that she wasn't ready.

Ariana spins around right as the song kicks into high gear with the opening lyrics, she poses for the crowd as she makes her way down to the ring before rolling into the ring and removing her cloak before taking the mic from a stage hand and grabbing the pointer.

Ariana: Welcome to the first ever live edition of Ariana's Classroom!

Ariana announces to the crowd and they cheer in response.

Ariana: I was hoping that I'd be doing this match as the new World Bombshell Champion but alas, my dreams were dashed by Roxi at Into the Void, does that mean I'm done with SCW?

The crowd boos the idea of Ariana leaving SCW and the Greek American Bombshell shakes her head.

Ariana: NO! I will be back up there eventually and someday I will be the World Bombshell Champion!

The crowd cheers Ariana's declaration and she grins.

Ariana: Off course, the main question is where do I go from here? I've been to the top of the mountain and........

Krystal: Wah, wah, waaaaaaahhhhhhhh!

The crowd's cheers turn to boos as Ariana's former teammate Krystal Wolfe appears on the titentron alongside her manager Jessica, the pair are outside the arena and Ariana frowns.

Krystal: Oh I'm sorry, were we supposed to feel sorry for the Greek Angel after she choked during the World Bombshell Title Match? Give me a break! Not even I complained this much when my Roulette Title reign ended and I was screwed over by a bunch of idiots!

Jessica: Calling the gemstones idiots is an insult to idiots.

Krystal: True! But I guess it's Ariana's turn to receive the pity party from the SCW Universe!

Ariana: I don't know what you two are doing outside the arena during the show but why don't you come down here and say that to my face?!

The crowd cheers Ariana's challenge but Krystal and Jessica ignore her ignore her.

Simone: I have to agree with Ariana, why are they outside the arena?

Adams: I have a bad feeling about this!

Krystal: The only future plans the fans actually care about are mine! No one cares about the Greek idiot with daddy issues!

Jessica: Aren't we forgetting something?

Krystal: What?

Jessica: Oh yeah! What time is it again?

Ariana looks confused in the arenas Krystal gets her phone out.

Krystal: Oh yeah! 16:26pm!

Simone: Wait, that was pre-taped?! They filmed that BEFORE the show?!

Adams: But if that's the case, where are they now?!

The video feed on the titentron cuts back to showing Ariana in the ring as she looks around not realizing that Krystal has just emerged from underneath the ring, chair in hand! Before Ariana can even process this Krystal charges the ring and swings! Fortunately for Ari she saw Krystal coming up behind her and ducks the chair shot before dropkicking the chair into Krystal's face!

Simone: GET HER ARI!

Adams: GET YOUR REVENGE ON KRYSTAL FOR HER BETRAYEL!

Ariana pounces on Krystal but doesn't see that Jessica was also hiding underneath the ring and she emerges with her own chair in hand! And this time? Ariana doesn't she her coming as she's too busy punching away at Krystal leaving her open to a chair shot from behind from Jessica! Ari rolls off Krystal who is helped up by Jessica and the pair start stomping away at Ari as the boos rain down!

Simone: Damn it! Somebody stop this!

Adams: Ariana's helpless!

Jessica hoists Ariana up and holds her in place as Krystal whacks her over the head with the pointer eventually breaking it! Krystal grabs the apple and smirks as she juggles it in her hand.

Krystal: How does the old saying go? An apple a day keeps the doctor away?

Krystal asks before taking a big bite of the apple,

Krystal: Ugh! It's rotten!

KRYSTAL SPITS THE APPLE CHUNKS INTO ARI'S BLOODY FACE! Jessica lets go off Ari allowing Krystal to grab her by the head and throw her face first into the white board before she grabs the mic.

Krystal: Make no mistake bitch! I am sick of you stealing my spotlight!

Krystal says as she kneels down to Ari's unconscious form.

Krystal: In the span of a month you went from challenging for the Bombshell Internet Championship to the World Bombshell Championship! I guess that's what you get for being the Bombshell Division's new golden girl!

Krystal shakes her head as Jessica picks up Ariana.

Krystal: Good luck being the golden girl when your wrestling one handed!

Simone: NO! KRYSTAL'S GOING TO BREAK ARI'S ARM!

Adams: Somebody stop this!

Fortunately for Ari two men have seen enough as Ari's fiance Francisco storms down to the ring alongside her bestie Carter! Seeing this Jessica and Krystal bail from the ring leaving Ari to collapse in Francisco's arms.

Simone: What will it take for someone to stop that woman?!

Adams: I think we both know that answer and her name's Keira!

Krystal and Jessica retreat up the ramp as medics tend to Ari.

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control! Zoey Lukas just missed out on a chance to compete for the World Bombshell Title at Into the Void but loss to Ariana Angelos by countout, now she seeks to get back in the winner's circle as she takes on SCW's Sweetheart and Hall of Famer Sam Marlowe!

Adams: Unlike Zoey Sam made it onto the Into the Void card where she defeated Sam Marlowe only to get attacked by Krystal Wolfe who has apparently declared war on the entire Bombshell Roster! She had better keep an eye out for the vengeful Aussie!

Simone: This should be a great match, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit!

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

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

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

Simone: Sam is looking to keep her momentum going as we head towards Summer XXXTreme XII!

Adams: She's got a tough test ahead of her though!

Justin: And her opponent!

"Dancing with the dead" by crown the empire hits and a green spotlight hits the stage. Zoey comes out and stands in the middle of it with a small smile on her face. She throws her hands across her chest in an X with her hands up in the metal horns.

Justin: From Atlanta, Georgia, ZOEY LUKAS!

She makes her way down to the ring looking at the fans with a small smirk shaking her head before running and jumping onto the apron sliding across her knee, she pops up and does the X again before getting into the ring.

Simone: It's a classic match of speed vs. power, and you'd be hard pressed to find a stronger Bombshell than Zoey!

Adams: Or a Bombshell as talented and beloved as Sam!

Jasmine goes over the rules with the two ladies and once Sam and Zoey nod to confirm that they understand she calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: In one corner a woman trying to regain lost momentum, in the other a woman looking to build on gained momentum.

Adams: Sam and Zoey should be an interesting matchup no matter how you look at it.

Once the bell sounds Sam and Zoey size each other up before they go for a lock up in the middle of the ring, this has a rather predictable result as Zoey uses her strength advantage to shove Sam away sending the Texan flat onto her back! Zoey flexes her arms in a taunt as Sam gets back to her feet and the Amazonian Bombshell lunges at Sam for a clothesline only for Sam to duck under it and start delivering stiff shots to Zoey's leg.

Simone: Zoey's inexperience showed there, any veteran power wrestler would've pressed the advantage on Sam rather than flex their muscles.

Simone: And now Sam's going after Zoey's legs, as strong as Zoey is, she can't keep Sam up for long if her leg gives out!

Eventually Sam's tactic of going after Zoey's leg pays off as it drops the Georgian Bombshell to one knee allowing Sam to drop her with a DDT from the kneeling position! Sam goes for the first pin of the match as Jasmine gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

And Zoey kicks out with authority! Saw regains her footing but Jasmine orders SCW's Sweetheart to back off and let Zoey get back to her feet! When Zoey does get back to her feet however an announcement catches both competitors off guard.

Justin: 15 Minutes Remaining!

Simone: I almost missed that earlier but who put a time limit on this match?!

Adams: I don't know but it's rattled both Sam and Zoey!

Indeed, both Bombshells share a "you have GOT to be kidding me" look as they hear the 15-minute warning before Zoey powers through the pain in her leg to charge at Sam and Spear her into the corner! Sam doubles over and Zoey promptly hoists the Texan up onto her shoulder before driving her into the matt with a Running Powerslam! Zoey picks Sam up and delivers two more Running Powerslams for good measure and though the leg Sam targeted buckles on the second attempt, it's still a successful one as Zoey makes the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Sam kicks out! Zoey glances over at the timekeeper's table momentarily before she picks Sam up and locks her in a Bearhug.

Simone: I think Zoey was anticipating another warning from the timekeeper's table there but she's instead refocussed her attack on Sam's back with that Bearhug!

Adams: May not be as flashy as her regular offence but it's a painful move none the less! And difficult to get out off since you can't force a Rope Break like with a grounded submission hold!

Jasmine gets into position to check on Sam's status as the Texan writhes in pain but in Zoey's haste to get the Bearhug applied quickly she made one crucial mistake, namely standing too close to the ring ropes and once Sam spots this she starts using her free hand to reach for the top rope and force the break! Unfortunately for Sam she does get the break but not in the way she hoped because Zoey catches onto her plan and drops her throat first across the top rope! Sam flips back to the centre of the ring and Zoey smirks before going for a cocky pin.

ONE!

Justin: 10 Minutes Remaining!

TWO!

SAM REVERSES THE ZOEY'S COCKY PIN INTO A ROLL-UP!

ONE!

TWO!

And Zoey kicks out! Both women scramble to their feet and Sam is first to strike hitting a Dropkick to Zoey's knee and making sure she targets the leg that she had previously attacked, Sam then goes for a running move of some kind but stops in her tracks as a familiar face appears on the ramp.

Simone: Hasn't Krystal caused enough trouble tonight?!

Adams: She at least seems content to just stand and watch from the rampway for the moment but Sam had better get her head back in the game because Zoey is back on her feet!

The Aussie watches from the ramp with her arms crossed and a blank expression on her face right as Sam turns around into a running Lariat from Zoey! However Zoey's leg buckles from the damage that's been done to it and with both women down Jasmine starts the count.

Simone: If I were Jasmine I'd be keeping an eye on Krystal as well as Zoey and Sam!

Adams: She hasn't budged from the ramp for whatever that's worth but there's no sign of her manager Jessica either and we know Jessica's in the building tonight!

At the count of seven Sam is the first one to get back to her feet and tries to cast Krystal from her mind as Sam heads to the top rope looking for the Sammisault on Zoey who has rolled onto her back! However as soon as Sam reaches the top rope.........

Justin: Five minutes remaining!

Simone: Okay seriously, can the bosses be a little more generous whenever they randomly assign time limits to matches?!

Adams: I bet Zoey and Sam are thinking the same thing!

The five minute warning combined with Sam glancing over at Krystal gives Zoey enough time to get back to her feet and cut off Sam before she can execute her move delivering some clubbing forearm shots to Sam's side before turning her around and setting her up for the Amazon Bomb out of the corner, Zoey manages to get to the centre of the ring but that's about it as her leg buckles again allowing Sam to slip out the back of Zoey's finisher and go for the Sammi-Wrap!

Simone: Sam's going for the Sammi-Wrap! And with the bad state Zoey's leg is in, Sam has ample opportunity to win the match!

Adams: Time's counting down though and Zoey isn't going down without a fight!

Zoey fights against Sam's attempts and eventually stands up to try to stop Sam's attempts to end the match by submission! However Sam adapts her strategy and finisher jumping onto Zoey's back and wrapping her legs around Zoey's waist! Zoey is fazing fast and eventually drops to one knee.......and the bell sounds.

DING DING DING!

Simone: What happened? Did Zoey tap?

Adams: I don't think so, Jasmine's just as confused as Sam.

Sam lets go off her hold as Jasmine leaves the ring to confer with Justin, once she gets the word Jasmine shakes her head as Justin makes the announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the time limit has expired!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Simone: Are you kidding me? Sam had the match won!

Adams: Them's the breaks sometimes!

Sam argues with Jasmine and Justin about this but the officials can only shake their heads as Zoey regains her bearings in the ring, back on the ramp Krystal shakes her head before she makes her way to the backstage area without a word.

Simone: I guess Krystal was just out here to observe.

Adams: And I don't think she was that impressed with the result either!

Sam heads to the back dejectedly followed by Zoey as the Amazonian Bombshell hobbles up the ramp.

The camera finds Kris Ryans backstage, now changed back into his street clothes after his trip down to the ring to explain his disappearance over the last year. Not everyone had been happy to see him, but as soon as his face appeared on screen once again, cheers could be heard from the main area of the arena. From the look on Kris' face, he hears them loud and clear, because his smile widens. He rounds a corner, being greeted briefly by a few members of the crew that seem pleased to have him backstage once again, but he doesn't linger with them for long. The camera follows him down the hallway to the end, but nearly slams into his back when he rounds the corner and stops in his tracks.

Kris: I should have known that I'd run into you. It seems like I can't move around the hallways without inevitably crossing your path. I mean, first it was all hostile because you thought you were better than me. Then it was all a sassy rivalry of words for a while. It was fun. I used to love it.... but now what do you want?

The camera comes a little further around the corner to showcase who had stopped Kris and drawn his ire, only to find his Hall of Fame tag team partner from Reckless Elite blocking his path. The blonde bombshell glances up from her phone, a frown crosses her face for a moment, before being replaced with her signature smirk, the camera not getting a good look at her figure.

Mikah: What do I want?

She lets her eyes look over him for a moment or two before smirking once more. She adjusts the simple orange form fitting dress that she'd put a new turquoise t-shirt with the words, "Everybody's Favorite" written over the chest over the top of the dress and cut off under her chest.

Mikah: And maybe I was better than you at that time, I don't exactly remember. And sassy? Me?

She gives him a smirk before shrugging her shoulders a little bit.

Mikah: Sometimes, but only when you deserve it.

She pauses for a moment before flicking her eyes up to his, that knowing smirk still on her face.

Mikah: It was fun...still is.

She winks at him before turning just slightly, revealing a small but noticeable bump to her stomach.

Mikah: As for what I want...

She glances down for a moment before looking at him and her smirk stays in place.

Mikah: I do not think that there is enough time to dive into that.

Kris looks down at the bump in her stomach and then back up to her eyes. He repeats the process a few times before turning to stare silently into the lens of the camera for a moment. When he turns his attention back to her, he seems curious.

Kris: Is that?

He points down at her stomach, and without words she nods her head.

Kris: Who did that to you?

Again, wordlessly, she just shrugs her shoulders but then rolls her eyes. He turns his attention back to the camera, and therefore the viewers watching at home. Instead of talking to her, he is talking directly to them. He covers the side of his face with his hand like it would somehow stop her from hearing the words he was speaking to the fans.

Kris: ...apparently somebody has been busy while they were away.

His eyes get wide as he lowers his hand from his face, and he tries to plaster on an obviously fake smile.

Kris: ....tell me that's all the big news that you have. I have been gone for so long that I don't think I can handle any more changes around here.

She fights with her internal dialogue for a moment, trying not to break character as she struggles to keep the smirk on her face.

Mikah: Big news? Or news in general?

She reaches her left hand up, sporting a diamond ring on the left ring finger and runs it through her hair, kind of making it a little obvious.

Mikah: I am not sure what your definition of big is but...

She smirks before looking at the ring before looking at him again.

Mikah: You know...the whole life thing...kids...another new house...a new student...a bitter old student...and a husband.

She twists the ring a little bit to expose/reveal the K on her ring finger.

Mikah: But I suppose big can be subjective to the person.

Kris comically clasps one hand over his mouth to cover a gasp as he points at both the ring and tattoo on her finger with the other hand.

Kris: What is that supposed to stand for, huh?

The surprise on his face only intensifies when, in response, Mikah's eyes trail to the hand pointing at her ring where there is a matching on one Kris' finger. His eyes widened in feigned shock. Not only that, but there is a clear "M' tattooed beneath it. Kris holds up his hand in front of his face, points at it, but doesn't have a third hand to cover the gasp this time.

Kris: I have one too?!?!

It takes him a few moments to start putting all of the information together before coming back to the baby bump that started his surprise with a look of realization on his face.

Kris: Wait, does that mean that I did that to you? There's going to be a Recklessly Elite baby taking this place over in something like twenty years....

Again, he looks directly at the camera, this time with a smile on his face. He tries to block Mikah out of the frame again like she wouldn't be able to hear him otherwise, and speaks under his breath.

Kris: No wonder it took me so long to come back...

Mikah just holds a smirk on her face and either doesn't hear the last sentence or opts not to comment on it.

Mikah: Is there going to be a Recklessly Elite baby?

She smirks a little bit before looking down for a moment, placing a hand cautiously on her stomach before looking back at him.

Mikah: Yes, yes there is.

She then glances at the camera.

Mikah: But will she be taking over this place in twenty years?

She shrugs her shoulders as she scrunches her nose a little at him.

Mikah: That's to be determined; she might not want to follow in her parents' footsteps. And I'm not sure Mark or Christian could handle a Bombshell with both of our DNAs entangled.

She pauses before smirking.

Mikah: Actually, it would be quite fun to watch that chaos ensue. I'm not sure either of them would be able to control her most and she would have the best of both worlds, honestly. And would undoubtedly be the best of the best. Probably better than you and I combined.

She shrugs.

Mikah: Who knows, that's a problem for future SCW.

She winks at the camera before turning her attention back to Kris.

Mikah: Anyways...have you gotten enough of the SCW backstage experience yet? Because most of these people are not my cup of tea.

He doesn't immediately answer, instead looking around the hallway, and thinking back to everyone that he had run into. When he turns back to her, he is wearing his signature devious smirk on his face.

Kris: Yeah, but I think there is one more stop we should make on the way out...

He doesn't elaborate in front of the camera, but when she extends a hand towards him, he takes it and laces his fingers with hers. The two of them start to move away from the camera, which doesn't follow. As they disappear down the hallway, the camera fades to black and cuts to elsewhere in the arena.

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The sounds of Rush's "Limelight" fill the arena and after a moment, Roxi Johnson makes her way to the ring, Bombshell's championship strapped tightly around her waist. She is all smiles as she slaps the fans five before she enters the ring. She politely asks Justin for the microphone as the cheers are loud for the superhero. Her music is cut and the cheers continue for a few seconds before she puts the mic to her lips.

Roxi: Man, I have to say you guys are pretty dang loud and I love it.

Cheap pop for crowd participation.

Roxi: Well, here I stand, actually prepared this time, and I come to you at a time where I am very proud of what has been created. The Bombshell's division is as competitive as ever, and it's what I've asked for, for nearly two years. And now, look at where we are. Ariana Angelos just took me to my limit to try and win the Bombshell's title. She gave me everything and I am proud of her for that. Because that's what I've been after. I don't want her to be discouraged, because she was very close. And I have a feel it won't be too long before she does wear this championship. So I have nothing but respect for what Ariana showed at Into the Void.

Cheers.

Roxi: And hey, I don't know if you guys noticed, but uh... my wife is back.

Cheers.

Roxi: So that's cool. Now, I will say that while there has been a lot of good, obviously, there's been some not-so-good. Krystal Wolfe has taken it upon herself to do what I actually asked her to do like 6 months ago, but she just went in the wrong direction, and that's... that's a choice she needs to live with. Now, I have heard all the things that Krystal has been saying about me, and about Keira, and everyone else she thinks she can get into a battle of trash talk with. But, here's my thing: I don't need to trash talk anybody. I let my actions speak for me. If you act loud enough, people do your talking for you.

Cheers.

Roxi: But if Krystal is listening, and I know that she is... I have only one thing to say: If you have something to say to me, I'm not hard to find. I will gladly be your chimney, if you are looking for a little smoke. Trust me.

Some "ooh's" escape the crowd from the challenge.

Roxi: But if I were you, I wouldn't worry about me. I'd worry about my wife who is very much looking forward to seeing you again.

More cheers.

Roxi: But I'm not here to talk about that so much. I want to talk about the new blood and some of those folks who have been busting their humps for a long time and they are finally seeing the fruits of their labor. And that brings me to the challenger for this Bombshell's championship: Devona.

Some cheers for Devona

Roxi: She has done what I've asked of all the women in this division. Earn your shot. And she did. Winning the Blast From the Past is no small task, and now she has earned her chance at this championship. I know this has been brewing for a long time, but we haven't been able to make it official. Well, next week, I know I'll be here, and I know... you'll be here so, why don't we make it official then? That sounds like an idea to me. So Devona, I'll see you next week. Let's make this something special!

With that, Roxi politely hands the microphone back to Justin as departs heading to the back.

The cameras cut to the backstage area, where shouting can be heard coming from the medical area. The cameras rush to see if they can catch the action, but as they are trying to push into the room, the door swings open in front of them to reveal none other than Jet City's own Oliver Zahn. Oz's night had been a mixed bag of emotions, due to the attack early, and then the effects he was feeling from his match with Austin James Mercer. Clearly Oz didn't mind taking out his feelings on the crew backstage.

Oz: I don't need a damn thing from any of you! Not like you all did a damn thing after Kris blindsided me! I mean I thought you all were supposed to be protecting talents before their matches!

He clearly doesn't get the answer that he wanted from whomever was inside the room and had been checking him out. The area all around his eye was still swollen in the shape of Kris Ryan's footprint, but that didn't compare to what AJM had put him through in his first real singles challenge. Then again, Oz was still in one piece, so he couldn't have had a whole lot to really complain about given the caliber of talents he had squared off with this evening.

Oz: To hell with all of you!

He slams the door, and turns towards the camera, finally spotting it. Instead of being happy to see it though, he only appears more annoyed. He places his hand on the lens, and walks around it without saying a word. The camera follows him around a corner though, where the anger seems to melt off of him.

Oz: ....I wish I had the type of nights that you've had around here. I mean, first J2H is all complimentary in the tournament, and then you go wipe the floor with Court's wife... Why can't I have that kind of luck?

Eiley's looks at him, her golden-brown eyes having some sort of startled look but it quickly dissipates as she relaxes as she realizes it was Oz. Her eyes flicker up to his as she is standing in the hallway, trying to make a decision on whether she is going to stick around or leave.

Eiley: I...

She stops for a moment, trying to think of the right thing to say before she sighs and just shrugs her shoulders. Her blonde hair was damp from her shower after her match against Ruby Steele but for the most part, she was put together.

Eiley: I didn't make J2H say all those nice things about me; that was on him. And I didn't ask to be booked against Ruby and I did not expect to win.

She shrugs her shoulders, her confidence was still growing and was not near the same as her mentor's confidence was.

Eiley: And I haven't pissed off people who have previously worked for SCW, either.

Her eyes meet his again, a vague look passing through them but then she just shrugs.

Eiley: But I'm sorry that you've had a rough night, Oll-Oz.

She gives him a small smile. He tries to maintain the level of anger he had unleashed on the medical team, but he just didn't have it in him. Somewhere deep down he probably knew that he deserved the shot he had taken from Kris, and so much more. If the match with AJM was just another way of trying to beat him down, he could take solace in the fact that they hadn't broken his spirit.

Oz: I guess it could have been a whole lot worse.

He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to let the negativity fall away. Surprisingly, it does, but not because he found his inner zen. Instead, after pushing tonight out of his mind, and laying eyes on Eiley, he was reminded of something much more fun for him to talk about.

Oz: Speaking of bad nights though...

He reached into his front pocket, producing a cell phone that was looking worse for wear. He starts scrolling through it with a smile on his face, but gets distracted.

Oz: You know, I was looking for you yesterday and some gross fuck had the audacity to say that you were avoiding me...

He finds what he was looking for on his phone, and turns the screen towards her so that she could see the voice message. His index finger hovers over the play button when he looks back over at her.

Oz: This wouldn't happen to be why, would it...

She looks at him and then at the phone before looking back at him. It takes longer than she'd have like for it to sink in what he was talking about. She just shrugs her shoulders and she looks at him.

Eiley: If we're being honest here, I've been avoiding nearly everybody for two weeks.

She doesn't stop him from pressing play as she remembers sending him the voicemail and even though she had been intoxicated, she knew that there was not anything that she could have done to take what she had said back.

Eiley: The only person I haven't been avoiding is Mikah and that's because she seems to know where I am before I even know where I am.

A look passes through her eyes but she doesn't elaborate any further before looking at him again.

Eiley: I'm not going to apologize, if that's what you want. Or if that's why you were looking for me. Some people will blame the alcohol for the things they say when they're intoxicated but I believe that it only gives them the courage to say the things they wouldn't say when they were sober.

She just gives him a look.

Eiley: So...I'm not sorry.

He shakes his head, and the smile doesn't move from his face.

Oz: I would never have expected an apology. Not from you. I just wanted to make sure that you remembered leaving me a message at all. Usually when a girl dumps that much shit on your voicemail at once, she is having a pretty gnarly day, or week I guess.

He almost sounded concerned, but the look on his face and the way that he said the words made the viewers think it was more that he just wanted to enjoy the details if that were the case. If Oz was busy taking joy in the suffering of others, he wouldn't be stuck thinking about his own.

Oz: ...and I guess I was wondering if I was wasting my time. I mean, we didn't plan to get stuck in Sin City at the same time, but we have a common history. We have worked well together before outside of all of this, and you're really the only person around here that I could even remotely trust.

It was a small compliment, but it wasn't like him to let those hang in the air for too long.

Oz: ....but if you really can't stand me....

Those weren't really the right words, so he takes another stab at it.

Oz: If I am such a terrible person, then it doesn't matter anyways.

She opens her mouth to say something but then closes it soon after, trying to organize her thoughts as she looks at him. She was not going to elaborate things to him when she was aware that they were not alone.

Eiley: There's a lot of people I can't stand.

She knew that he knew that as well; he knew some of them or probably most of them. And she had made the comparison of him to Dean.

Eiley: And I didn't say you were a terrible person, I said you were an asshole. And you're the one that is associating being called an asshole to being a terrible person. So maybe, Olly, that's a self reflection.

She takes a breath and slowly lets it out as she watches him before loosely folding her arms over her chest.

Eiley: And what would you be wasting your time on, Oz? I'm not sure I am following you or what you think you're wasting your time on.

She raises her eyebrows at him.

Eiley: Be more specific.

He sighs, but pockets his phone without playing the message and gives up the game.

Oz: Look, we both impressed a hell of a lot of people in that tournament. And ever since I have been out of that tournament, I haven't been doing the worst, but I have gotten my face kicked in a couple of times....

He had trusted that Kris and Jaycee had good intentions with him before they had hung him out on his own down in the ring. That hadn't been the first time either.

Oz: Having someone around that I can actually trust doesn't seem like a bad thing. Apparently they are bringing back the whole mixed tag division. If you're up for it, I think we should throw our names into that mix.

Eiley is quiet for a moment or so before she looks at him, a flighty look in her eyes but she is quick to blink it away.

Eiley: Maybe you shouldn't fuck with Kris.

She gives him a small smirk in regards to him getting his face kicked in.

Eiley: Just a pointer.

She didn't know too much about Kris but she had done a little research on him. She tugs a little at the strap of her dress before focusing back on him once more. She shrugs her shoulders.

Eiley: We can try it, it could definitely work. As long as you're not too big of an asshole.

She smirks at him.

Eiley: And as long as you don't screw me over.

She gives him a pointed look.

Eiley: Then I'm in.

He doesn't try to talk past her agreeing to give it a shot. He didn't like his chances of her saying yes in the first place, so all he could do now was mess it up. The two of them start to walk away as the feed cuts away.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Krystal Wolfe with her manager Jessica Stevens standing by with Ms. Rocky Mountains for an interview.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay before I even get started, is she going to interrupt me again?

Jessica: We'll see.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I'll take that as a yes! Anyway, Krystal tonight you team with Alexandra Callaway to take on your former Go Gym compatriots London Underground who not only interrupted your last public workout but punched your manager's.........

Jessica: Executive Consultant!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is that even a real thing or a made-up title?

Jessica: No comment!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right, anyway Krystal after you failed to topple Tempest at Into the Void how will you handle London Underground?

Krystal: First of all, Tempest got lucky! Second? London Underground haven't been relevant in years, the last time either of them went after a title was when Mackenzie entered herself into that open invitational Roulette Title Match at the beginning of the year, which she lost.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Weren't you also in that match?

Krystal: That's beside the point! London Underground suck as singles competitors and they only dominated the tag team ranks because there was no competition left! I know Despayre's in the building tonight so I look forward to showing him how far London Underground have fallen.

Jessica: Oh yeah! That reminds me!

Jessica suddenly runs off camera leaving Rocky confused.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Reminds her of what?

Krystal: You'll see.

Jessica returns carrying two unopened bags of Gummy Bears, she hands one to Krystal and the crown quickly catches on as the duo start eating the Gummy Bears.

Jessica: These Gummy Bears are so good.

Krystal: I know right?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You can't be serious.

Krystal: We're as serious as a heart attack! We knew Despy was going to be in the building tonight and we figured what better way to torment him, so Despy, are you watching?

Krystal takes one Gummy Bear and eats it slowly tearing off it's limbs with her teeth before finishing it in one gulp.

Krystal: That was for you! And London Underground? You'll be the first ones to fall in my quest to eliminate the past and with Alexandra's help? You will beware the Ides of March!

Krystal and Jessica walk off still eating the Gummy Bears as the scene fades.

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

The lights go down and "Mine" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face.

Justin: Introducing first, representing team number one, fFrom DALLAS, TX.. ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!!!!!

Finishing her walk down the ramp, she climbs onto the ring apron and up onto the turnbuckle. She slips into the ring and poses on the ropes, leaning forward on the ropes, sometimes talking shit with people in front row. She watches up the ramp, messing with her hair as she waits for her opponent.

The Anti-Nightcore Mix of "A Demon's Fate" by Within Temptation hits the speakers as lights flash across the arena in time with the slowed down beat, as the lyrics kick in Krystal steps out with a confident grin on her face and her arms folded, accompanied by her executive consultant Jessica.

Justin: Being accompanied by her "Executive Consultant" Jessica Stevens! From Adelaide, Australia she is "The SA Slaya" Krystal Wolfe!

The crowd boos Krystal's announcement and she smirks before she and Jessica start making their way down to the ring with a purpose, once she reaches the ring she gets a running start before jumping onto the apron in a kneeling position whilst facing the crowd, one arm on the middle rope and the other on her right leg, she then holds down the middle rope for Jessica to enter the ring before she jumps into the ring over the top rope, soaking in the boos all the while and waits for her match to start

Justin: And their opponents, Charlotte Elliott and Mackenzie Page, LODNDON UNDERGROUND!!!

DING DING DING!

London Underground step back to their corner, discussing last second strategy amongst themselves. Alexandra and Krystal smirk to each other with Krystal stepping out as Alexandra walks towards the center of the ring. Charlotte nods to Mackenzie and London Underground rushes forward. They take Alexandra down with a high/low combination, Mackenzie going into a discus lariat while Charlotte drops into a low spinning leg sweep. Alexandra goes down hard and London Underground rushes to the corner. They catch Krystal unaware with a running double dropkick that sends Krystal flying off the apron. Krystal crashes against the barricade and lands in a heap on the cold hard concrete floor below. Alexandra starts to get up and London Underground rush back to her. Alexandra gets to her feet and punches Mackenzie. Charlotte grabs Alexandra in a front facelock and fights her into a vertical suplex. Charlotte drops Alexandra back to Mackenzie and London Underground hits a cutter and powerbomb combination. Charlotte covers Alexandra.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!

Mackenzie turns and runs across the ring. Krystal gets to her feet on the floor, still shaking out the cobwebs from her impact against the barricade earlier. Mackenzie jumps into a springboard corkscrew plancha onto Krystal on the floor.

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

Adams: Mackenzie Page and London Underground putting on a show tonight!

Simone: It appears to have flummoxed Wolfe and Calaway as they were clearly not expecting this at all.

Adams: Was anyone, especially with how Wolfe and Calaway have been doing lately?

Simone: I would imagine the answer to that is a resounding negative as these two are never hurting for confidence. Even now, they probably think it's only a matter of time before they crush London Underground's dreams tonight. If Kayla Richards didn't have that trademark on lockdown, you'd almost think they should call themselves the Dream Killers that way.

Charlotte tries to set for a DDT on Alexandra but Alexandra reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex. Charlotte kicks out with no count being made. Alexandra moves in and hits a teardrop suplex that crumples Charlotte up like a used newspaper. Alexandra covers.

ONE!

TWO!

MACKENZIE BREAKS IT UP!

Alexandra rolls over and pulls Mackenzie with her into a modified monkey flip. Mackenzie and Alexanra both get right up and Alexandra hits a big lariat to knock Mackenzie down. Charlotte gets to her feet and Alexandra delivers a back elbow strike to the mouth. Charlotte staggers back from the impact and Alexandra follows with a spinning backfist. Charlotte goes down to knee. Krystal runs in and hits a basement dropkick on the kneeling Charlotte. Charlotte goes down hard. Kryral and Alexandra grab Mackenzie and snap off a double suplex that lands Mackenzie across her own partner backfirst. Mackenzie rolls off and Alexandra covers Charlotte.

ONE!

TWO!

MACKENZIE MAKES THE SAVE!

Krystal starts to stomp away on Mackenzie, putting the boots to her in earnest. Alexandra gets up to her feet and starts in as well. The two stomp a mudhole in Mackenzie and then turn their attention to Charlotte. They stomp a mudhole in her as well. Mackenzie staggers up and Krystal delivers an elbow shot that barely avoids being below the belt. Alexandra gets in a kick to Mackenzie, doubling her over. Alexandra and Krystal throw Mackenzie back by her hair. Mackenzie bounces hard off the mat and rolls over towards the edge of the ring. Krystal and Alexandra run over and deliver a double baseball slide that sends Mackenzie tumbling over the edge to the floor.

Adams: Your Dream Killers are starting to impose their will no on London Underground.

Simone: Now you have to think they believe it's only a matter of time while London Underground are looking for that opening to score the remarkable comeback they have to believe themselves capable of!

Adams: If they don't, they're in the wrong sport!

Simone: This is true. Everyone who steps foot in that ring has to believe on some level that they are capable of anything and everything even if almost everyone else says it's a pipedream. You know London Underground don't see it as a pipedream no matter how dire the situation and you know Krystal and Alexandra will do anything to prove that it is exactly that.

Alexandra and Krystal stand and turn back towards Charlotte. Alexandra leans down to pull Charlotte up and gets caught in a flash inside cradle. Krystal breaks it up with no count ever even starting. Alexandra gets up and gets Charlotte in a gutwrench suplex. Krystal nods her approval and heads into their corner. Charlotte shoves Charlotte into the corner and tags in Krystal. Krystal comes in and gives Charlotte a big knee strike. Krystal covers.

ONE!

TWO!

CHARLOTTE GETS A SHOULDER UP!

Krystal gets up and tags Alexandra back in. Alexandra steps in. Krystal and Alexandra pull Charlotte roughly up to her feet and the two give Charlotte an Irish whip that sends her across the ring. She rebounds off and comes back where Krystal and Alexandra hit a big double spinebuster. Krystal steps out and Alexandra covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-NO!

CHARLOTTE JUST BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!

Alexandra tags in Krystal. They drag Charlotte up and give her another Irish whip. This time, they catch her for a flapjack on the rebound. Krystal covers.

ONE!

TWO!

MACKENZIE MAKES THE MIRACULOUS SAVE!

Krystal grabs Mackenzie from behind and goes to throw her out of the ring again. Mackenzie spins and tosses Krystal through the ropes. Alexandra makes the tag as Krystal goes by her out onto the apron. Alexandra comes in and kicks Mackenzie in the gut. Makcenize punches back. The two start to trade shots, Mackenzie, Alexandra, Mackenzie, Alexandra, Mackenzie, Alexandra, Mackenzie, Alexandra. Mackenzie staggers back and then jumps into a dropkick that sends Alexandra into the ropes. Alexandra bounces back with a big lariat that puts Mackenzie down hard. Charlotte gets to her feet and gets Alexandra in an O'Connor roll.

ONE!

TWO!

ALEXANDRA KICKS OUT!

Krystal comes in and gets a sling blade on Mackenzie. Krystal gets Mackenzie up and gives her a powerbomb onto the turnbuckles. Mackenzie hits hard and then crumbles to the mat. Alexandra gets Charlotte up and Charlotte throws a punch that catches Alexandra off-guard. Krystal delivers a big elbow strike in the back of the head on Charlotte. She walks by to her corner and steps put as Alexandra pulls Charlotte into position. Alexandra gets Charlotte up and delivers the Apocalypse. Krystal tags herself in and rushes past the shocked Alexandra to grab the cover on Charlotte.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Adams: What did we just witness? Krystal Wolfe stole the victory from Alexandra Calaway even though there was no need for that last tag at all!

Simone: Who said anything about need? That was not about needing anything other than her own personal need to be both the center of attention and get all the glory on herself. That was all that was, was Krystal Wolfe making sure that every eye watching was on her and that her name was the one everyone walked away talking about.

Adams: But it won't be anything good being said. It'll be things staining her name with words no one wants to hear said about them.

Simone: It doesn't matter what it is that's being said, just that it's about her. Good, bad, nasty, whatever, so long as people are talking about Krystal Wolfe, that is all that will matter to her and the fact that they'll be talking about her getting a win makes it all the sweeter to her.

Justin: Here are your winners, KRYSTAL WOLFE AND ALEXANDRA CALAWAY!

The curtains at the famed 'gorilla position ' are thrown open and Kris Ryans steps back through, the crowd's response and his own theme music heard out in the arena behind him. Eyes downcast, Kris takes one step forward to head backstage into the dressing room areas when he is brought up short. He walks right into a figurative brick wall. Kris looks up...

...And finds himself staring right in the cobalt blue eyes of "the White Wolf" Fenris! The crowd watching on the stage screen erupts in cheers! Kris says nothing. He does not avoid the eye contact if his friend and one-time lover as the rage radiates from the perpetually angry Icelandic man! Suddenly Fenris swung his clenched fist right into Kris's midsection, doubling him over and dropping him to one knee! The blow is so sudden, so intense, Kris immediately vomits on the floor! Fenris stands over him in a complete rage!

Fenris: YOU GODDAMN MOTHER FUCKING BASTARD!!!! I mourned you, you son of a bitch! I FUCKING MOURNED YOU!!!!

Just as quickly, Fenris's husband David and close friend Ben Jordan were right there, grabbing Fenris by the arms and shoulders and pull him away from Kris who is still retching audibly.

In the backstage area the cameras just happen to catch "The Highlight of the Night" arriving at the arena. Calvin had a pretty less than impressed look on his face. He was heading about to head into the locker room area when he was approached by Holly Wood. It caused Calvin to stop in his tracks for a moment as he looked at him. Almost with a light annoyed glaring expression.

Calvin Harris: Man, I'm not in the mood today. I'm not.

Holly Wood: I can understand, but you also understand I have a job to do right?

Calvin Harris: I'm more than aware, but what is there to ask me? What is there to talk about? Everyone knows I lost at Into The Void. Everyone is more than aware that I'm not going to be getting a chance to become a three time SCW Heavyweight Champion anytime soon. Everyone is aware that I got shacked up with the worst partner imaginable in that damn tournament, but somehow we made it work. Just to choke in the finals. Just like everyone now knows that I'm not in the same league as J2H.

The look on his face said it all. It went from being annoyed and even slightly mad to-a more hurt. Maybe an even more let down expression. Shaking his head a little bit.

Calvin Harris: All due respect man. It's nothing against you. It's nothing against the team. It's not against SCW or even the fans. Right now, I just don't want to be bothered. Especially when I don't see the point in answering any questions about the obvious. So, if you wouldn't mind. Just backing off for now.

Holly Wood:You know what? I respect that. I apologize in advance. I was just doing my job, and I'm sorry to hear you're having a tough time with this.

Calvin Harris: Don't be sorry dude. No reason to be sorry for a loser right?

Holly Wood didn't seem to know what to say to that. Instead of just opting to start walking away, giving the space that was seemingly needed. Calvin's expression hadn't changed at all. Shaking his head a little bit before attempting to push that locker room door open for a second time. But before he could enter his name was being shouted.

"CALVIIIIIIIN!"

The voice was ever so clear and recognizable. Calvin just lowered his head some and huffed. By the time he turned himself around. There was GUY quickly approaching him. With a sigh Calvin cut him off.

Calvin Harris: Guy, tonight isn't the night. For the love of God, I'm really not in the mood for any shenanigans.

Guy: Shenanigans?! I never bring the shenanigans! You on the other hand, that's a different story. Disappearing on me in London?! Making me spend days in the city by myself looking high and low for you. Forcing me, your very-best friend in the entire freaking universe, worry about you! That's some straight up Shenanigans!

Calvin Harris: Let's calm down on the best friend in the whole universe thing. I don't think I'd go that far, by any means!

Guy: Cap! Straight cap!

Calvin Harris: Annnnnywaaaay! As far as me supposedly disappearing. I just wanted to get the hell out of London after everything that went down. That's a night that is going to forever be a blemish on my career. I didn't need to relive it any longer.

He rolled his eyes a little. Leave it to GUY to be overdramatic with the situation at hand.

Guy: Psht, it wasn't that bad.

Calvin Harris: Easy for someone to say that wasn't in the match. So let's not even fucking go there.

Guy: Bruhhh! You're acting like you lost? That bark-bark chick is the reason you lost. You weren't pinned. You didn't tap out. You didn't lose. All about perspective!

Calvin Harris: Again, all of this is coming from someone that wasn't in the damn match. Look, I don't need your advice to make me feel any better. It's pointless. Fact still remains I did not walk out with a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship. My entire existence in that damn tournament is now pointless, but I should have seen this shit coming.

His expression was starting to change back into that more annoyed and more irritated manner. Clearly being forced to continue to talk about that night didn't do anything, but led to a bad feeling.

Guy: Well! It's in the past, man. Time to focus on the future. And you know what that means?!

Calvin Harris: I have already explained to you. We're not a tag team. We're not going to be a tag team. There isn't even any Tag Team Championships around here man. Let it go!

Guy: We're totes a tag team BUT you're wrong. Rumor has it there are going to be Tag Team Championships around here soon!

Calvin Harris: Where the hell do you get your information from?!

Guy: Not important, but what is important is I've been told there's a strong chance the SCW Mixed Tag Team Championships are coming back!

Calvin Harris: Good for the company, and anyone that gets involved with that if it's true. It doesn't have anything to do with me. I don't plan on teaming with Dawn Warren ever again.

Guy: Not her. Oh God no. Never her... ever again, but someone else. I've got the perfect tag team partner in mind for this expedition of Championship Gold!

Calvin Harris: Guy, I don't think you're hear-

Guy: Just wait right here! I'm going to go get her!

As quick as he had approached Calvin, Guy was gone in a matter of seconds. Calvin just stood there looking around a little bit. Once again rolling his eyes. This entire situation was just as confusing and annoying as it could get. Not that he was surprised, this came with dealing with Guy. Nevertheless he turned himself back around and attempted to walk through that locker room door for a third time. Yet as soon as it was attempted. He HEARD the sound of someone clearing their throat. Resulting in Calvin slowly turning himself back around. In doing so he laid his eyes on quite the disturbing eyesight. There stood GUY with the most god-awful lipstick job done in a shade of purple. A very matted blonde wig and a flower patterned dress to finish the outfit. Calvin just raised his eyebrow in confusion, before the awful impression of a female's voice came out of the face painted creature.

"Girl:" Hello! You must be Calvin?

Calvin Harris: Dude, what are you doing?

"Girl:" Nothing? Properly introducing myself. I'm Guy's sister. My name is Girl. Pleasure to meet you.

Calvin Harris: Nah, this is weirdo bro. Take all of that off, Guy. No one is going to buy this! For crying out loud your adams apple is sticking out like a sore thumb!

"Girl:" Excuse you? That's rude. I'm quite sensitive about that!

Calvin Harris: Okay buddy. Sure you are.

"Girl:" And I'm for real Guy's sister. Your new tag partner!

At this point Calvin was doing whatever he could to hold his composure. He stepped forward and grabbed a hold of that blonde wig attempting to pull it off. Yet it seemed stuck in place.

"Girl:" Ow! What are you doing sir?!

Calvin Harris: What the hell did you put gorilla glue on this thing?!

"Girl:" It's my real hair! Stop pulling it!

Another firm tug resulted in Calvin managing to pull that wig off. Along with the excess of glue. Guy looked at Calvin with a surprised expression on his face for a second. Before quickly snatching the wig out of his hands and proceeded to run away. Leaving Calvin to himself once again. Sighing heavily.

Calvin Harris: I'm getting too old for this shit.

This resulted in him turning around and finally pushing that locker room door open. Leaving the cameras to cut elsewhere for the next bit of action.

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

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Jessie Salco!

Jessie poses at the top of the ramp just as the clean vocals of Krista is heard over the PA before she makes her way down the ramp, Jessie rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd again as the song fades and she asks for a mic from a stagehand.

Simone: Jessie broke a years long curse at Into the Void by retaining the Roulette Title over Kim Pain!

Adams: The last time Jessie retained the title on her first defence was all the way back in 2017 following the Best of Three series against Amy Santino, that's six years ago!

Jessie: You know it's funny, everyone thought this reign would go the way of Luna's or every other title reign I've had, they thought I'd choke again and lose the title to Kim in London.

Jessie shakes her head as she holds the title above her head.

Jessie: But with all due respect to Kim Pain? I wasn't the one who choked, she was! And no, I don't mean the fact that I beat her with my Triangle Choke either! I mean that I beat her in a match that she was sure that she was going to win! What were her exact words again?

Jessie asks as she puts a finger to her chin.

Jessie: Keep the title warm for her? Sorry but this title likes being under lock and key at the Salco Fortress, you're going to have to try harder to pry this title from me, which brings me to tonight!

Jessie paces around the ring as she proudly displays her title.

Jessie: I'll be the first to admit that when I made that open challenge on Twitter, I was hoping that someone new would step up but I can't entirely blame Luna for wanting to avenge how her first title reign ended.

Jessie chuckles to herself as she shakes her head.

Jessie: For fuck's sake, given my own history with the titles of the SCW Bombshell Division? There'd be more than a few veterans in the back who'd call me a hypocrite for doing so! London Underground especially given how critical Daniel J. Morgan has been of me over the years! But if she thinks that she's taking back this title in this week's Main Event? She's dead wrong, I proved that the days of me being a one and done champion in SCW are over when I retained over Kim and whilst Luna might be my first challenger on a Climax Control? She won't be the last.

Jessie points to the titentron and the name of the next PPV appears on it, Summer XXXTreme XI.

Jessie: I have one very simple goal for this cycle, make it to the eleventh Summer XXXTreme as Roulette Champion! Ten years ago, at the second Summer XXXTreme I was one of the five challengers for Necra Octavian Kaine's Roulette Title, me, Mercedes Vargas, Nessa Well, Emma Rose, Laura Jackson and off course, Necra herself! I was the penultimate elimination in that match yet I managed to outlast all but Mercedes in terms of longevity.

Jessie chuckles to herself.

Jessie: Story of my early SCW career, am I right? But unlike Necra on that night? I won't lose this title either, good luck tonight Luna because no matter what the wheel stops on? You'll need it! And if I do reach my goal? Good luck to the other girls at Summer XXXTreme.

Jessie says as she goes to leave the ring.

Jessie: Because I'm out to right an eleven year wrong! My failure to retain this title the first time I won it has haunted me for the past ten years I'm through being looked at as a fluke champion, I'm out to do two things in the coming weeks: be a fighting and dominant champion as I strike any challenger in my path like blood lightning and complete my redemption arc!

"Blood Lightning" hits the speakers and Jessie heads to the back.

Justin: The following contest is for one fall and is a non title match! Introducing first...

Glee Cast Version of "I Know What Boys Like" begins to play and Carter steps through the curtains, holding an ankle length, sleeveless black robe closed in front of him. he then whips it open, revealing his ring attire of a printed belly t, booty shorts and thigh high boots. He holds one hand behind his head while running the other hand down his body while grinding his hips to the music.

Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!

Carter drops the robe to the stage and runs toward the ring, slapping hands offered out to him all around the ringside area. He then hops up onto the ring apron in a split and slides beneath the bottom rope. He crawls seductively on all fours until he arrives in his corner. He pulls himself up and then lays across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.

Justin: And his opponent...

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."

Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds, he is the SCW Roulette champion, he is "The Mechanic" Peter Vaughn!

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.

DING DING DING!

Dawn calls both men to the middle of the ring and the two lock up, both trying to get an advantage and Vaughn eventually does, getting Carter towards ropes. Vaughn raises his arms for a clean break but quickly chops Cartner across the chest. Carter doubles over holding his chest and Vaughn lifts a knee, catching Carter on the jaw. Carter rocks backwards and leans against the ropes and Vaughn steps back and charges at him, catching him with clothesline and sending Carter over the top rope, but Carter lands on the apron. Vaughn sees this and jumps up with a dropkick, sending Carter to the floor. Vaughn steps back and runs towards Carter's position and dives through the ropes with a suicide dive!

Adams: Peter Vaughn has started this one fast!

He quickly gets himself back on the ring apron and waits for Carter to return to his feet and runs along the apron. Vaughn jumps off and dives towards Carter, catching his head and spinning around with a tornado DDT, planting Carter's head in to the ground outside. Vaughn wastes no time picking Carter up and throwing him back in to the ring before sliding in after him and quickly going for the pin. Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

Carter gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Vaughn showing people why he is the Roulette champion.

Carter gets back to his feet and Vaughn runs towards him, but Carter catches his arm and spins him around for a back slide but Vaughn rolls through. Both return to their feet at the same time and Carter takes him over with a wristlock arm drag. Vaughn rolls back to him feet and charges towards Carter but Carter takes him over with a Spanish fly! The crowd cheer as Carter gets to his feet and quickly runs towards the ropes. He runs back towards Vaughn and jumps up in the air and lands a running senton.

Adams: Carter is coming back in to this one, much to the delight of the crowd.

Carter stands to his feet and waits for Vaughn to sit up and runs towards the ropes. As he comes back, he jumps in the air and catches Vaughn with a shining wizard, catching Vaughn on the jaw and knocking him backwards. Carter stands next to him and starts to twerk. The crowd cheer and Carter jumps backwards with a moonsault and lands on Vaughn. Carter hooks the leg and Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

Vaughn kicks out!

Simone: Just the two count for Carter.

Carter gets back on his feet as does Vaughn but Vaughn strikes first with a jumping enziguri to Carter's head. Vaughn quickly grabs Carter's head and drops him down with a split legged jawbreaker. Carter bounces backwards and lands on his back. Vaughn looks towards the top rope and quickly starts to climb to the top rope. He waits for Carter to return to his feet and as soon as he does, jumps off the top rope with a diving double axe handle, catching Carter on the head and sending him right back to his back. Vaughn looks to the outside and quickly jumps over the top rope and turns to face the ring. He grabs the top rope and leans back before sling shotting himself over the top rope and lands on Carter with a leg drop across his chest. Vaughn scrambles over Carter and Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

Carter just kicks out!

Adams: Late kick out from Carter.

Vaughn picks up Carter and throws him towards the ropes and drops his head, but Carter bounces back and jumps over with a sunset flip powerbomb! Vaughn hits the canvas hard and Carter gets back to his feet and Vaughn rolls himself to the corner and pulls himself up. Carter charges in and quickly does a handspring before crashing in to Vaughn with a clothesline, the impact forces Vaughn out of the corner. Carter quickly pulls himself on to the top rope and waits for Vaughn to turn around. As Vaughn turns around, Carter jumps off the top rope with a diving meteora. Carter rolls away from Vaughn and Vaughn gets to his feet. Carter runs at him and jumps at him with a wheelbarrow DDT! Carter moves towards the ropes and quickly climbs up. With his back to the ring, Carter jumps off with a moonsault, landing on Vaughn! Carter quickly hooks the leg and Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

Vaughn kicks out!

Simone: Carter nearly had that!

Carter gets to his feet and pulls Vaughn back to his feet, but Vaughn cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Vaughn quickly jumps in the air and takes Carter over with a hurricanruna, sending Carter flying across the ring. Vaughn quickly runs at the ropes and jumps up as Carter gets to his feet and springboards towards him and catches Carter with a head scissiors take over. While Carter lays on the floor, Vaughn quickly gets to the top rope.

Adams: That man is as quick as a cat!

Vaughn jumps off and catches Carter with a missile dropkick! Carter hits the ground hard and rolls towards the ropes. Carter pulls himself up and Vaughn runs towards him, but Carter quickly moves out of the way and Vaughn hits the ropes chest first. Carter gets behind the roulette champion and jumps up with a reverse frankenstiener! Vaughn hits the canvas hard and sits up. Carter gets back to his feet while Vaughn stays on his knees. Carter runs behind Vaughn and charges at him from behind and plants a knee in to the back of Vaughn's head! Vaughn lays face down but Carter flips him over and goes for the cover. Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

Vaughn barely kicks out!

Simone: Vaughn was less then a second away from losing this one.

Carter gets to his feet, looking around and tries to pull Vaughn up with him but Vaughn flips Carter off his feet by grabbing his leg. Vaughn runs towards the ropes and comes running back as Carter gets to his feet but Carter ducks a clothesline attempt. Vaughn continues to run and bounces back and heads towards Carter. Vaughn quickly spins around and catches Carter with a sling blade, pulling Carter in to the canvas. Carter holds the back of his head and Vaughn moves towards the corner, jumping up on the top ropes. He points down at Carter and jumps off with shooting star leg drop!

Adams: The Plunge!

Vaughn covers Carter and hooks the leg. Dawn drops down to make the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner.... Peter Vaughn!

Simone: Peter Vaughn scores the win!

Adams: Carter gave it everything he could but it's the Roulette champion who comes out on top!

Carter slowly rolls out of the ring, beneath the bottom rope. He leans heavily against the ring apron, head downcast in disappointment in having lost his return match. He slowly stands upright, lifting his chin and he turns to see fans at ringside still in full support and extending a hand to him. Carter smiles, despite his disappointment and he starts toward the aisle, slapping hands along the way when one fan's hand grips his and Carter turns to the fan and he jerks in a start ... then he pulls away in an agitated sense of shock.

Simone: What on earth....?

Carter stares at the adult male, at least twice his own age, and he turns away and quickly walks back up the aisle, constantly stealing glances back over his shoulder along the way until he vanishes behind the curtains.

Adams: What ... was that all about??

We catch up to Eiley and Oz backstage, apparently still hashing out the details of their newly formed team. However, before the camera catches any part of their conversation, their attention is pulled away from one another.

Kris: I don't know guys. Your whole dynamic has this 2020 Black Sheep vibe. I feel like your betters have already been there and done that.

The camera pans over to catch sight of the undefeated duo formerly known as Reckless Elite. Oz tenses up at the sight of Kris, not going to be caught off guard for the second time in the same night. However, Kris' hand remained locked with Mikah's, and the two Hall of Famers had a laugh at how he so quickly jumped to defend himself.

Kris: Calm down, I said we were even already. It's not like I had you shot.

Kris gives the rookie a more serious look, the smile dropping off of his face in the blink of an eye. He is only able to hold the straight face for a few seconds, but it is more than enough to keep Oz on edge. Eiley looks a little confused and maybe even a bit perplexed and Mikah just watches the interaction for a moment.

Mikah: 2020 was a bad year, don't repeat those mistakes.

She gives a small inkling of advice to the two in front of them.

Mikah: And even better, try not to get somebody shot.

Her eyes flicker to Oz before back to Eiley, not sure if she liked the pairing.

Mikah: And Eiley, be careful with that one...

She looks back at Oz before looking at Eiley once more.

Mikah: Don't let him shoot you, too.

Eiley looks at Oz then over at Kris, sensing and feeling the tension between them before her eyes land back on Mikah.

Eiley: I can handle Oz, don't worry about me. Just worry about yourselves.

Eiley takes a tentative step toward Oz before giving Mikah a confident look. Mikah just rolls her eyes before tugging gently on Kris' hand.

Mikah: Come on, I'm getting the ick just being here.

Kris doesn't hesitate to agree with her. The night had been a rollercoaster for sure.

Kris: Yeah, let's get out of here before Court shows up to hit me as hard as Fenris did. I don't want her to get all inspired and take out Ruby's loss on me.

The two of them head off the way that they came, while Eiley gives Oz a shove in the opposite direction. Clearly the former champions were just trying to get a rise out of them, and she wasn't going to let Oz give them the satisfaction. As they disperse, the feed cuts away.

Backstage, the camera picks up a very obviously rattled Helluva Bottom Carter as he breaks away from friends and personnel trying to console him following his loss to Peter Vaughn. His face is ghost-white, and his eyes wide, and to the observant eye, you could see he was clearly shaking as he avoided all contact as he went past the gorilla position, avoided the media area where both Pussy Willow and Holly Wood called out to attract his attention.

Miles: Carter?

Miles watches as Carter walks right past him, as if he doesn't even see him, which worried Miles all the more.

Miles: Babe?

Miles turns and hurries after Carter as it is clear the young man is not ignoring him. Carter would never. He seems to be in a state of shock as he heads directly for the locker room area. Miles easily catches up to him, grasping him by the bend of the arm so he can reel him in and turn him around to face him.

Miles: Carter! What...

But it is right then and there Miles can see just how mentally out of it his boyfriend really and truly is. His face is white as chalk, his eyes wide and trembling as if he just suffered a traumatic shock. And while he should be flush from the physical exertion, he feels almost cold and clammy.

Miles: Carter... what is it?

Carter tries to look away, saying nothing, but Miles grasps him gently by the chin and lifts his head so he looks him in the eyes.

Miles: Babe, talk to me. What happened? Did it have something to do with that man we saw grab you?

Carter's eyes shift sideways before he finally yields with a reluctant nod.

Miles: Did he say something to you? Do I need to get security or...?

Carter emphatically shakes his head in the negative.

Miles: Then what is it? Why did he spook you so bad?

Carter looks deep into Miles's eyes before finally answering.

HBCarter: Miles... that was my Dad!

Miles: Your- What the hell is he doing here?

Miles shakes his head.

Miles: No, you know what? I'm gonna go find out what the hell he wants.

Miles goes to turn around but Carter quickly grabs his boyfriend's arm.

HBCarter: No, don't!

Miles stops and takes a deep breath to calm himself before he turns back and gives Carter a look.

Miles: Babe, for as long as we have known one another, even through everything before the New Year, I have never seen you this scared out of your mind. It's all telling from the color that has drained out of every part of your body to, despite the fact that it's 90 degrees that it feels like you just came in from a snow storm.

Miles steps closer and touches Carter's face with such gentleness, like if he was even remotely rougher Carter would break.

Miles: I'll follow your lead here, love. You tell me what you want, what you need me to do. Because believe me, I have zero issue in going to grab that bastard by the scruff of his neck, and making him vanish from your life again if that is going to help you. Cause right now, your reaction to this is scaring the hell out of me.

Carter closes his eyes and a smile forms on his lips.

HBCarter: There's than protective side of you.

He draws in a deep breath and opens his eyes to look at Miles.

HBCarter: Maybe I'm mistaken. Maybe it wasn't... I mean, it's been almost eight years since their divorce. That's the last time I laid eyes on him so...

He shrugs, looking up to Miles almost pleadingly.

HBCarter: I mean, it's possible. Right?

Miles: So, what do you want to do?

HBCarter: Get this show over with. The Main is next, and we're meeting Grams after. But... let's not tell her? It'd ruin her visit if she knew. Let's just... let's just go.

Miles wraps a protective arm around Carter's shoulder and the two walk down the hall, toward the locker room.

Backstage at the Gold Coast, we join none other than Ms. Rocky Mountains as she stands before the (in)famous SCW Roulette wheel. And along with her is...

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, I am standing here mere moments before my guests compete in the Main Event for the Bombshell Roulette Championship! Joining me is, of course, the reigning champion, Jessie Salco...

Ms. Rocky Mountains turns to Jessie who stares straight ahead toward her challenger.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And, her challenger for this evening -- Luna Vanity.

The camera focuses on Luna who is fling her nails, acting as if Jessie is of no real consequence.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Now, are both of you ladies ready to find out what stipulation match you will be competing in?

Both Jessie as champion and Luna as the challenger acknowledge their readiness, and Ms. Rocky Mountains turns and tales hold of the Roulette wheel and gives it a spin. All eyes are on the wheel as it spins around and around, passing match stipulations such as Parking Lot Brawl... Chocolate Pudding... Coal Miner's Glove... and many others. The wheel begins to slow down and both champion and challenger step closer to watch as it finally lands upon...

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Streetfight! The Bombshell Roulette Championship will be decided in a Streetfight! Good luck to both of you!

Both Jessie and Luna share a look before turning their backs on each other to exit the scene.

The camera returns to ringside where referee Jacob Summers stands ready to officiate the final match of the evening. Justin Decent steps up to the center of the ring to begin the announcements.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! It is a Streetfight, and it is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

The crowd cheers!

All lights begin to dim, as the opening Air Raid sirens of "Obey the Queen" begin to play through the arena. A spotlight appears on the center of the stage, from the left side of the arena as the words 'Wake Up' come through. All lights gone now. Another spotlight from the opposite side as the word 'die' comes through. A final spotlight, directly above follows 'A Queen'. With measured, slowly steps, Luna backs slowly into the triple spotlight. Her jet black hair tied back in double Dutch braids, hanging down towards her stunningly white outfit. A pearl white leather jacket, three small metal spikes on each shoulder pad. High waisted white shorts glittery in appearance, shimmering in the direct light. Beneath the jacket, a sleeveless white turtleneck crop. "ENOUGH!". All three lights go out, before a quick pop of pyro and all lights come back on. Luna flicks her shoulders back and lets her jacket slide off her shoulders, hanging loose around her elbows as she turns on her heel.

Justin: Introducing first -- the challenger! From New Orleans, Louisiana! Luna Vanity!!!

Measured, purposeful strides take her down the ramp towards the ring. The mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd roaring above the music. She drops her jacket to the ground as she gets to the ring, walking up the nearest set of steps. A quick one two up the bottom two ropes, before she leans forward and flips over the top rope to land in the ring. She winks out at the crowd, blowing a long kiss with a low twisting bow.

Simone: A former Internet Champion even at this early stage of her career. If anyone will be able to dethrone Jessie Salco, it'll be Luna Vanity.

Adams: I'd say Jessie has the experience edge but in a Streetfight? I don't think that matters.

Justin: And her opponent...!

Justin: From Miami, Florida, please welcome Jessie Salco!

Jessie posses at the top of the ramp just as the clean vocals of Krista is heard over the PA before she makes her way down the ramp, Jessie climbs up onto the ring apron and turns to the fans, pumping a fist into the air and is greeted by raucous cheers!

Adams: Look out!

And Luna charges her from behind and attacks, knocking her off of the apron and sending Salco crashing into the barricade at ringside!

Simone: Luna is not waiting for this to start officially!

Adams: Of course not! It's a Streetfight! Anything goes!

And as Luna rolls out of the ring to go after her target like shark smelling blood, referee Jacob Summers agrees with this logic and he calls for the bell to begin this championship match!

DING DING DING!

The champion is dangling halfway over the barricade that separates the fans from the action! Luna is on the attack, grabbing Jessie by the back of the head and she rears her back and slams her forward into the barricade again -- and a second time! Luna hammers away at her back with clubbing blows and then grabs her by the hair and throws her back and to the ringside floor where she begins delivering brutal stomps and kicks to the body of the prone champion! Grabbing the barricade with both hands, Luna presses her boot against Jessie's throat, choking her out as Jacob tries to get her to ease up on the attack and get her opponent back inside of the ring!

Simone: Erm, Jacob? You do realize what type of match this is?

Adams: Yeah, what is he going to do? Disqualify Luna?

Luna stops her attack and gets in the face of the official, yelling at him and backing him off before turning and resuming her attack on the champion! Luna begins kicking her again and she grabs Salco to bring her to her feet and Jessie just DECKS her in the face, sending the challenger staggering back! Jessie then grabs the first thing she can get in her hands -- one of many power cords strewn on the floor, and she wraps it around Luna's throat from behind and returns the favor from earlier by choking her out!

Simone: What's fair is fair!

Adams: Even in a match with no rules!

Luna's eyes are wide as saucers as she grabs and tears at the cord around her neck but to no avail as Jessie cinches it in tight! Luna gasps and chokes and Jessie begins thrashing her back and forth onto her feet before Luna loses her footing and falls to the floor! Jessie is not feeling sympathetic as she uses the cord around her throat to pull her right back up to a vertical base and she attempts to use it to swing her around and into the metal ring steps but Luna pivots and reverses the attempt, shoving Salco from behind into the steel ring post!

Adams: All of this action and the match still hasn't made it inside of the ring!

Simone: And that is where they have to be in order to end this match!

Jessie falls to the floor and Luna tears the cord from her neck and gasps for air. Luna then walks around and grabs Jessie, dragging her up to her feet and she throws her inside of the ring! Luna then throws up the ring apron and she begins grabbing at anything she can get her hands on and slides it inside of the ring; multiple steel chairs! A Singapore cane! She then grabs a wooden table and she drags it out, much to the fans' delight!

Simone: I never thought I'd see the day the SCW Universe cheered for Luna!

Adams: I think its the table they're cheering for!

Luna manages to get the table inside before she too rolls in, beneath the bottom rope!

Simone: All of this action already and they're FINALLY in the ring!

Luna grabs the table and she sets it up against the corner, but as she turns around, Jessie is back on her feet and she strikes hard and fast with a shotgun dropkick that sends Luna crashing back against the table which doesn't break!

Adams: It didn't break!

Simone: I think by NOT breaking, the table did more damage to Luna!

Luna falls to her backside against the table and Jessie rolls backwards and jumps right back to her feet! Jessie then run around the entirety of the six-sided ring, building momentum and she charges in and cannonballs against Luna who has nowhere to go! Luna rolls aside, getting to her hands and knees and Jessie grabs one of the many weapons Luna has brought into the ring! She wields the Singapore cane high in the air for the fans who cheer! Jessie then turns and brings the Singapore cane down hard across Luna's back with a loud crack!

Adams: OWWW!!!

Simone: Luna brought this one on herself! She's the one that brought those weapons into the ring!

Jessie swings the cane again and again, each blow sounding louder than the last as Luna shrieks in pain, jumps and tries to roll away but the champion is without mercy with her title on the line! Luna grabs the ring ropes and drags herself to her feet and Jessie swings again with the cane but Luna dives aside and the cane strikes the top rope, slingshotting back and hitting Salco right between the eyes!

Simone: A rookie mistake there by a ten plus year veteran!

Adams: Luna suckered her in!

Jessie grabs her face, staggering back on her feet and Luna jumps onto the middle rope and catapults herself back with a moonsault body press! She wipes Salco out and hooks the leg for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Jessie kicks out!

Adams: Jessie is bleeding!

Simone: She certainly is! That accidental shot from the cane split her forehead open!

Indeed the camera catches a close up shot as the crimson rivets streak down from the forehead of the champion! Luna then stands up and grabs the very same Singapore cane that Jessie had attacked her with and she begins to bring it own REPEATEDLY into the champion's exposed body! Luna then wraps the came around her throat from behind and is AGAIN choking Salco out with Jacob helpless to just watch!

Adams: All the ref can do is check to see if Jessie can continue!

Simone: And with this assault, I don't know how long Jessie will be able to!

Jacob checks on Jessie and then raises her arm as she is seemingly fading from the constant choke holds, but Jessie keeps her hand in the air, clenched into a fist as the support of the SCW fans is coursing through her! Luna throws the cane down to the mat and she begins to throw hammering blows into her head and back before jumping to her feet. Luna grabs one of the many steel chairs and she wedges it in the corner, between the top and middle turnbuckles. Luna then drags the bloodied Jessie to her feet and she attempts to send her into the corner, but Jessie puts on the brakes and she sends Luna crashing against the chair instead! Luna staggers from the corner, her back arched in pain! Jessie then charges her but Luna catches her and drives her skull right into the chair so hard that it knocks it loose and sends it to the ringside floor! Luna throws her back to the mat and covers her again, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Again Jessie gets her shoulder up!

Adams: Jessie is NOT going to go down easily! Not even in a match like this!

Luna screams in frustration and jumps to her feet, shoving Jacob back!

Simone: Careful now! Streetfight or not, putting your hands on the referee is risky business!

Luna then rolls to the outside and she begins to search under the ring again!

Adams: NOW what is she looking for??? She already has everything in the ring!

And Luna brings out a metal trash can!

Simone: Apparently not everything!

Luna picks up the trash can and turns around -- and Jessie races right up the turnbuckles and launches herself into a senton, crashing right into Luna on the floor! The fans are on their collective feet!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

And BOTH women are down on the floor, and neither is moving! Jacob rolls from the ring to check on both the hurt challenger as well as the bloodied champion! Neither woman is responsive so he has no other alternative but to begin a count against them both!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

But Jessie staggers to her feet, breaking the count! She grabs the very same trash can and she brings it down across Luna's back and head! Two - three times, severely denting it! Jessie then sits Luna up and she manages to jam the trash can over her upper body and drops her back to the floor! Jessie then staggers up the ring steps, the blood on her face and in her eyes making it difficult to see! Jessie then jumps off of the apron and crashes down on top of the trapped Luna with a senton! The metal trash can is no more! Jessie drags Luna from the predicament and she peels her dead weight up and rolls her back inside where she follows and makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Luna gets her shoulder up!

Adams: Almost! The champion almost had her!

Simone: This one is not over yet!

Jessie stands up, dragging Luna up along with her! Jessie sets her against the propped up table in the corner and she backs up before racing in -- and Luna greets her with a superkick right to the face! The blow knocks Salco back on her heels! Jessie staggers around full circle and Luna grabs her around the waist from behind and delivers a German suplex THROUGH the table!!

Adams: Oh NOW it breaks!

The table is shattered and the fans are on fire! Luna drags Jessie out of the corner by the boot and covers her!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICK OUT!

Simone: How!? How did Jessie kick out of that after everything Luna has put her through!?

Luna is on her knees and pounding the mat in frustration! She angrily rolls from the ring and grabs another table from beneath the ring and slides it inside! Only this time, Luna sets the table up in the middle of the ring. She then begins grabbing every chair she threw inside and throws it down on top of the table, creating a small, metallic pile. Luna grabs the hurt and bloody champion by the hair, dragging her up to her feet with difficulty. She picks her up and sets her on the top of the neutral corner, facing the fans!

Adams: Oh, what is she doing to Jessie NOW??

Luna then climbs up behind her until she is standing on the top rope! She begins dragging Salco up to join her...

Simone: Oh no! This cold end more than just Jessie's reign! It could end her career!

But Jessie begins fighting back, somehow! She swings her elbow back into Luna, causing her to stagger! Both women are standing precariously on the top of the corner, fighting for the upper hand! Jessie manages to gain the upper hand and sneaks in behind Luna -- and she jumps up -- AND BRINGS LUNA DOWN AND CRASHING INTO THE CHAIR COVERED TABLE WITH A POISON HURRICANRANA!!!

Simone: Dear LORD!!!

Adams: Oh my GOD!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The table is no more! The chairs are scattered EVERYWHERE! Luna is motionless! Jessie manages to drag her over onto her back and fall over into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Adams: She did it! Jessie is still the champ!

The crowd is on its feet as Jacob signals to the back!

Justin: Here is your winner -- and STILL Bombshell Roulette Champion!! JESSIE Salco!!!

The crowd is on its feet, giving BOTH women a standing O! Paramedics are rushing to the ring! Five men ad women are now inside, checking on both the fallen champion AND challenger as the fans watch on!

Simone: Fans, we are almost out of time! Jessie Salco remains the champion but what a fight Luna Vanity gave her!

Adams: I wouldn't be surprised if Luna got another title shot from this showing alone!

Simone: Indeed it is possible and it would be very well deserved! Until next week when SCW arrives in Reno, Nevada! On behalf of Jason Adams.... Wait a second, what do you mean we're going backstage?

Fans were still buzzing after the Bombshell Roulette Championship that had just taken place. Yet, the cameras had cut from the ring to the parking garage quite quickly. In doing so they managed to catch the number one contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship and certified SCW legend himself, J2H. He was walking towards an all white limousine. One could only assume heading out for the night, but just as he was approaching the back door of the said limo. The high beams of another vehicle locked right on him. Flashing in his face and making it hard to see. The sound squealing tires echoed throughout the entire parking garage.

That same vehicle that had their high beams on came speeding forward. Directly in the direction of J2H and in a matter of seconds the front end of the vehicle clipped J2H right on his left side causing the superstar to FLIP OVER the hood before smacking the concrete floor of the garage with a sickening thud. Right away the vehicle came to a screeching halt, thanks to whomever was behind the wheel stomping on the brakes. All of the sudden the driver side door came open and a pair of Converse sneakers could be seen as the person stepped out of the vehicle. The cameras followed those feet as they rounded the front of the vehicle and to the right.

As the person stopped leading to the cameras getting a close up view of what they were seeing. Laying there on the concrete floor unconscious was J2H. The sheer shock of what was being seen had undoubtedly an effect on the audience in attendance. After seemingly getting a few of their 'handy' work the person started to walk away from where J2H laid and got back into the vehicle. Quickly backing up and starting to peel out of the parking lot with urgency. In doing so though the cameras just happened to get a glimpse of the license plate on the back reading "HARRIS" in bold letters. This was the last image seen with Climax Control coming to a close.

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