The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Selland Arena in Fresno, California. 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. 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 rows of seats around the building itself. 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 to the Selland Arena in Fresno, California 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 cheers as Amanda struts out in a black lace halter top, mini skirt bottom and high heels with heavy makeup and a bee hive wig ala Marge Simpson. Amanda has her microphone up and the song begins.
Amanda: I didn't realize how dead this club would be
I live for truth and beauty but there's room for change
You claim you stole my heart
I swear that I have
Is beauty just skin deep?
And now I finally
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
I don't make frequent trips out here to BFE
But you found my weakness:
Drinks for free
I hope nobody sees you leave this place with me
It's shameless but it's true
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
I'm faithful to myself but I could use some strange
And strange is precisely
The term for you
You'll be a two at ten but you're a ten at two
Congratulations, dude
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
There's a crime but it isn't theft
I guess tonight you're Mr. Right
'Cause everyone else has Left
Never been a sellout for an easy score
Unless you count last weekend or the week before
I don't want beer goggles
Those still see
Instead I need a full tequilabotomy
And you should get one too
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
Well, your skin destroys that myth
How much Patron makes me think you're hot?
I'll have to plead the fifth
Understand why hookups all occur at night
It's easier to find a place devoid of light
Don't take it personal
When I ask
Would you please put on this Freddy Krueger mask?
It helps improve my view
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
The song comes to an end and Amanda 'curtsies' and blows kisses to the cheering crowd before she heads backstage and vanishes behind the curtains.
The camera then transitions to the ringside area and more specifically, to the broadcasters table where Belinda Simone and Jason Adams sit ready to greet the viewera from across the globe!
Simone: We are indeed LIVE from a sold out Selland Arena right here in Fresno, California for Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! Hello everyone, I am Belinda Simone alongside Jason Adams.
Jason spins around in his desk chair.
Adams: WheeeewhOOP!!
Jason promptly topples backwards out of his chair and onto the floor. Belinda sighs with exasperation and rubs the bridge of her nose as Jason pulls himself up and rights his chair, taking a seat.
Simone: Are you EVER going to tire of that and grow up?
Adams: Never!
Simone: Why did I even bother to ask? … Anyway! We are continuing the Road To High Stakes XIII here in Fresno, California and we open the evening's action with Tyler McCulligan making his SCW in-ring debut against the Unbreakable Eddie Lyons who continues on his path of success!
Adams: Harper Mason is telling the world she's going to make Bea Barnhart pay for everything she's done wrong since her arrival! We'll see if that's the case when those two birds, er, babes, er, Bombshells … face each other tonight!
Simone: Helluva Bottom Carter steps back inside of the ring to try and get back on the path to success but he faces a dangerous test here tonight as he is up against BRADDOCK!
Adams: Ariana Angelos is telling the world that she deserves another shot at Courtney Pierce at High Stakes XIII, but the bosses have intervened and told Ari that she can throw as big a tantrum as she wants but she's not being handed a title opportunity just like that. So tonight she faces the bosses' choice in Julianna DiMaria, the actual number one contender! If Ari wins, she gets added to the title match on October 22! And … the champ herself – Courtney Pierce is going to be the special guest referee!
Simone: The reigning Internet Champion Calvin Harris, like many in the industry, has taken a shine to Miles Kasey as a potential future leader of his business. So much so that Calvin wants to test the waters against Miles before High Stakes XIII in a Best of Three series, tonight being match number one!
Adams: And in the Main Event! It has to be THE most volatile tag team match in SCW history! After all the blood that's been spilled between the World Heavyweight Champion Michael Harris and former champion J2H have to become tag team partners to face the Saviors - Goth and the Roulette Champion Peter Vaughn!
Simone: All this and more on Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!
Justin: This opening contest is scheduled for one fall… introducing first…
As 'last man standing ' by Graffiti Ghosts blares over the sound system, Charlie McCulligan walks through the curtain, recieving a chorus of boos from the audience. his children follow him out and the boos hit their peak.
Justin: From Knoxville Tennessee, by way of the RAT DEN, Tyler McCulligan.
Tyler takes the time to high-five every offered hand, circling around to his teams' corner and climbing the steps and into the ring, where he moves to a corner and gets ready for the match.
Justin: and his opponent… hailing from Baltimore, Maryland… Eddie Lyons
As Clouds by NF begins A fog fills the stage area, as Eddie Lyons appears in the middle, hoodie up, and arms folded. He stands there looking down at the ring for a few moments. Shooting a fist into the air, Eddie pulls his hoodie down, and makes his way down the ramp, tagging the hands of a few fans along the way before climbing the stairs into the ring. Eddie extends his arms to both sides then drops to a knee, and punches the mat, he then moves to his corner to await the start of the match.
The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…
DING DING DING!
Lyons and McCulligan circle the ring before pausing and taking a moment before moving in and locking up, where they briefly jockey for position before Lyon's breaks and grabs McCulligan into a waist lock, which McCulligan grabs at Lyons' hands as he forces them apart and then counters into a wrist lock. Cranking on the wrist lock, Lyons grimaces in pain as he grabs at McCulligan's hand and tries to shake and pull at McCulligan's hands and moves around the ring partly dragging McCulligan around to free himself.
Simone: Good early exchange, as Lyons takes a brief early advantage, but McCulligan quickly counters and with Lyons turns to be in some discomfort as he then seeks a way out.
Lyons then stops and forward rolls to adjust the McCulligan's grip before hitting an arm drag but McCulligan doesn't release and keep his grip firm and keeps the wrist lock in place. Lyons think for a moment his next move, but McCulligan moves to his feet dragging Lyons up as well, as McCulligan releases the wrist lock and instead locks in an arm bar with a small amount of pressure on the shoulder, Lyons opts to try and get free as he shoves an arm into McCulligan's face. But this doesn't put off McCulligan and quickly switches arms on Lyons. Lyons starts to fight, and he manages to counter into a hammer lock on McCulligan.
Adams: Lyons tries to free himself, but it doesn't work out and McCulligan keeps the wrong lock in place still. Lyons thinks again as he looks for a way out but isn't getting a chance.
Simone: until he does and manages to counter into a hammer lock.
Lyons quickly breaks and spins McCulligan around and grabs him around the head before taking him down to the mat. Lyons sits McCulligan up, where he grabs his arm into an armbar, McCulligan grabs at Lyons, but Lyons isn't put off and he shakes off McCulligan and begins to put more pressure on McCulligan's arm before as he gets to his feet and pushes a hand into his face before removing it and then dragging McCulligan up to his feet, where he tweaks on his wrist a few times as McCulligan tries to escape.
Simone: Lyons quickly adjusts his move to a headlock before taking McCulligan down, where he locks in an armbar. McCulligan quickly looks for a way out, but Lyons drags him to his feet and goes back to working on his wrist.
McCulligan rolls forward before using a foot to break Lyons' grip, before grabbing Lyons hand to unsteady him a bit before wrapping his legs around Lyons and sends him down to the mat, where he quickly moves over Lyons and tries to grab him into a headlock, but Lyons twists and rolls away from it but McCulligan follows as he quickly and lightly rolls over Lyons and back to his feet, where he skips to the corner with a smirk, while Lyons makes his way to his feet and glares at McCulligan.
Adams: McCulligan drops Lyons to the mat, as he tries for a headlock but Lyons twists and turns away from it as McCulligan tries to catch him again but with little success. McCulligan moves to his feet as does Lyons.
McCulligan stays in the corner for a few moments as Lyons looks on, before McCulligan moves out from the corner, as both take their moment and partly warm up, as they then circle the ring before moving to the centre of the ring, where they lock up and jockey for position as they move around the ring and up against the ropes before moving to a corner, where they stop. The ref quickly moves in and places themselves in between and forces Lyons back. Lyons reluctantly releases and takes a step backward, but McCulligan takes a step forward and delivers a stinging slap to Lyons. Lyons charges in and McCulligan hits a drop toe hold and Lyons goes face first into the bottom turnbuckle. McCulligan gets back to his feet and stomps on Lyons before grabbing him and pulls him up and then hits a Saito suplex. Lyons rolls away, as McCulligan sits up and watches Lyons and quickly crawls over to Lyons and goes for a cover…
Simone: McCulligan and Lyons take their time before moving around the ring and then locking up once more, where they jockey for position with neither getting the upper hand and they end up in the corner. The ref forces Lyons back.
Adams: What a slap.
Simone: That slap gives McCulligan the opening he needs and hits a drop toe hold and into a suplex.
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Lyons kicks out but McCulligan quickly rolls Lyons onto his front and then grabs his arm locking in a fujiwara armbar before cranking back. Lyons grimaces in pain as McCulligan screams at him to tap but he doesn't and Lyons begins to move his legs and bit by bit gets closer to the ropes, but McCulligan lets go and rolls over and grabs Lyons ankle and stands to his feet and locks in an ankle lock.
Simone: Lyons kicks out as McCulligan quickly locks in the fujiwara armbar. He demands Lyons to tap but clearly that doesn't happen and instead he changes things up with a ankle lock.
Lyons grimaces in pain, as he fight through the pain from the fujiwara armbar and he pushes himself off the mat and drives himself forward and grabbing the middle rope and forces McCulligan to release. He backs off as Lyons keeps standing as he gives his ankle a test as McCulligan runs in and Lyons sees him coming and he ducks and sends McCulligan up and over the ropes to the apron outside.
Adams: Lyons still feeling the armbar pushes through the pain and manages to get to his feet and dives for the ropes and grabs them. Forcing McCulligan to release.
Simone: McCulligan tries to rush Lyons, but Lyons sees him coming and sends him up and over the ropes to the apron.
He turns and McCulligan goes for a wild swing and Lyons ducks before driving a fist into McCulligan's stomach, which drops him to a single knee and Lyons takes a few steps backwards before running in and hits the mane kick (running knee). McCulligan falls backwards off the apron, and he lays there stunned.
Simone: Lyons rocks McCulligan with a knee.
Lyons moves his arm about before stepping through the ropes to the apron, where he looks down at McCulligan before jumping off and hitting a mushroom stomp to McCulligan's stomach, who expels a ton of air before rolling away holding his stomach. Lyons grabs McCulligan and pulls him up and drives him against the barriers before following up with a series of knee shots to the torso before hitting a forearm to the side of McCulligan's head.
Adams: very rocked… as Lyons take a moment before climbing through the ropes and leaps off and hits mushroom stomp. Lyons is on top here.
The ref shouts at Lyons to bring the action back into the ring, which Lyons nods but doesn't do so, so the ref begins a count…
ONE!
TWO!
Lyons pulls McCulligan away from the barriers and grabs him around the waist and then hits a snap suplex.
THREE!
FOUR!
Simone: McCulligan isn't come back from this.
McCulligan arches his back in pain, as Lyons moves back to his feet.
FIVE!
SIX!
Grabbing McCulligan he pulls him to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Lyons follows close behind but instead of going for the pin, he climbs to his feet and grabs McCulligan where hits the Lyons Roar DDT and goes for a pin…
Adams: Put a fork in McCulligan because he is done.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Eddie Lyons.
Lyons music hits over the p.a as he climbs off McCulligan and slowly to his feet, where the ref raises his arm in victory.
Scene switches up to the hallway in the backstage area as we see Ariana Angelos walking through, nervously chewing on her thumb. She slows her steps and looks for a moment towards the men's locker room door and you can see a look of almost torment cross her face. She just shakes her head, raises her hand to knock but before she does the door whips open and standing there with a look of surprise on his face is Miles Kasey.
Miles: Ari, what are you doing here?
Ariana: I- I was hoping to check in on Carter. After what you put up on twitter, I got worried and just- I needed to make sure he was ok.
Miles looks back for a moment before he steps through the doorway and closes the door behind him, cutting her off from her goal.
Miles: Ari, not that it's not appreciated but you know as well as I do that after the past couple of weeks and how things have been and knowing Carter's current mindset, that that won't be the best of ideas. Last thing he needs right now is any additional stress after the news he got. I will let him know that you stopped by and wanted to talk but -
Ariana: IT'S NOT FAIR! He was my best friend before...
Miles just holds up his hand and stop her.
Miles: 'WAS' being the operative word.
Ari goes to argue but Miles once again cuts her off.
Miles: Accept that 'No.' is a complete sentence and be on your way. I have been nice twice...you won't get a third time. I'll let him know that you were here.
And without another word said but with them sharing glares between each other, Ari walks away when she realizes that she will not be getting her way.
The network cuts to the backstage area where there is an area set up where wrestlers are able to meet with fans and answer questions if the fans want to ask them something. Bea Barnhart is standing near the Meet and Greet area is located and she is already in her wrestling attire.
Bea: So nice to see so many fans in the Meet and Greet area. Thank you for coming here so I could visit with you and if anyone wishes to ask questions I will gladly respond to your questions.
A fan raises their hand and Bea asks them to ask her a question. The fan asks Bea if she honestly feels she can do to Harper Mason what she did to Violet Amelia Holt which is to defeat her by submission.
Bea: Of course I will defeat Harper Mason by submission. I was able to defeat Violet Amelia Holt four times, in four matches, and all four of my wins were by submission. Harper Mason is just a Violet Holt wanna-be but I will turn her from a wanna-be to a has-been.
Another fan, who is obviously not a Bea Barnhart fan, asks Bea what she would do when she loses to Harper Mason.
Bea: That is a good question and I appreciate you asking it. I assume you are not a fan of mine but that's okay because everyone who is a fan deserves respect. Your question is what I am going to do when Harper Mason defeats me. I interpret the question as what am I going to do when I defeat Harper Mason and prove to her that she sucks? I will smile while my hand is raised in victory and I will make sure Harper is hurt enough to not want to ask Management to assign her to another match against me. I have time for one more question and then I need to make my way to the Staging Area since my match against Harper Mason is the second match of the evening.
The final fan called upon to ask a question asks Bea that since she serves as Bill's Manager when he wrestles if she feels that in the future Bill will serve as her Manager when she wrestles.
Bea: That is an excellent question. People have hinted at the concept of me serving as Bill's Manager during his matches and Bill serving as my Manager during my matches. The background is that for a few years before I started to wrestle as a full-time wrestler I only served as Bill's Manager when he wrestled. I didn't want to give up that Manager position just because I decided to become a full-time wrestler in Sin City Wrestling. Since Bill has been wrestling for a long time he said he would not serve as my Manager when I wrestle. It is a mutual agreement we have. Thanks for all you fans who came to the Meet and Greet. I apologize that I have to leave now but I have to get in place in the Staging Area to be ready for my entrance.
Bea waves to the fans at the Meet and Greet area as she starts her walk to get to the Stating Area to be ready to make her entrance for her match against Harper Mason. When Bea gets far down the backstage hallway the camera person cuts their camera feed and the screen goes dark.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Harper Mason warming up for her upcoming match against Bea Barnhart.
Simone: Harper had an impressive debut two weeks ago but tonight she faces her first true challenge as an SCW Bombshell as she takes on division stalwart Bea Barnhart!
Adams: If she loses Jessie will never let her live it down so there's that.
Jessie: You ready for tonight?
Almost on cue Jessie steps into view and Harper stands up before turning to the veteran Bombshell.
Harper: Ready as I'll ever be.
Jessie: Good, Bea might be the joke of the Bombshell Division but she's still a lot more experienced than you, don't let the punchline be "Bea Barnhart defeats Harper Mason".
Harper: Yeah, I know! You said that you'll never let me live it down otherwise.
Jessie: And that's a promise that I intend to follow through on! As for everything that'll come after Bea? We'll cross that bridge when we get too it.
Harper: Does that include title shots or a match against Tempest?
Jessie: Both, but we both know that Christian is considering booking that match.
Jessie comments as she brushes some hair over her shoulder.
Jessie: So, KCW is officially done?
Harper: Yep.
Harper sighs as she leans against the wall.
Harper: I got a message from the owners yesterday, they had apparently broke the bank bringing in so much talent for the Battle of Bannockburn and weren't able to recoup the costs, not sure which I'd hate more, never getting to defend my first ever title or getting screwed out of my first ever title.
Jessie: Like Cass?
Harper: Cass, you, god knows how many other wrestlers.
Jessie: Fair point, they at least let you keep the title.
Harper: Yep, I'm just looking for a place to put it since it's pretty much just a mantlepiece right now.
Jessie: I'll help you with that when we get back to Vegas, for now? Let's focus on winning your second ever SCW Match!
Harper nods before they walk off as the scene fades.
Justin gets to his feet and climbs the ringstairs to slide into the ring. He puts the microphone to his lips to make the introductions as Jacob Summers enters the ring and begins to check on the ropes.
Justin:The following contest is scheduled for one fall…Introducing first…
Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar starts to play and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. She is dressed in black leather pants, a white pullover type tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket, which is basically a tough street girl look. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into the corner then after playing the crowd she jumps down and settles into the corner to wait for the match to start.
Justin: From Lawrenceville Georgia, she is Bea Barnhart!
Adams: Bea Barnhart is looking ready tonight for her opponent Harper Mason, Belinda. Speaking of…
Justin: And her opponent…
Jonathon Young's cover of "New Divide" by Linkin Park hits the speakers and Harper emerges from the back throwing some kicks in the air to the opening beat, once the initial lyrics hit Harper does a spinning roundhouse kick before dropping to one knee and throwing up the Devil Horns.
Justin: From Orlando, Florida and being accompanied by SCW Hall of Famer Jessie Salco, she is the "Slaytanic Avenger" HARPER MASON!
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.
Simone: Harper Mason better get her attention on the match, not the crowd.
Once Harper hears her name called she jumps to her feet with a massive grin on her face, she sprints down to the ring clapping hands with the fans at ringside before she jumps into the ring and down a forward roll landing on her knees and grinning broadly, ready to throw down with her opponent.
Adams: We are about to find out if she will be focusing on Bea because Jacob Summers just called for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Summers calls both women into the middle of the ring where Harper is seen smirking and Bea is glaring at her. Bea listens as Summers calls for a fair match. Turning to Harper, Bea strikes out with an attempted slap on the face but Mason blocks it and then slams her own hand across the cheek of Barnhart sending her staggering away from the middle of the ring and towards the ropes. Barnhart staggers away, her hands over her face as Summers admonishes Harper who smirks and shrugs. Bea straightens up and begins to circle Harper who stands in the middle of the ring watching as the other bombshell lunges towards her in an attempted clothesline that Mason ducks as she runs towards the opposite ropes then comes off with a lariat. Barnhart catches the arm across her chest that takes her to the mat. Harper looks down then at the ropes before rushing them again. Bea rolls over and throws herself to the mat in front of Mason making her leap over her. Rebounding off the opposite ropes, Harper is taken over by Bea who uses an arm drag. Laying on the mat as Bea hasn't released the arm, Harper fights to her feet. Bea smirks as she taunts Harper then grabs her by her hair and pulls her backwards into the corner by her hair and arm.
Adams: Bea getting the better of newcomer Harper Mason tonight.
Bea lets go of the hair of Harper before Jacob begins his five count. Using a knee shot into the midsection on Mason in the corner that doubles her over, Bea is warned off by Jacob. Bea backs away holding her arms up as Jacob checks on Harper who pushes past Summers to charge towards Bea and uses a lariat to the back of the head to drop Bea to the mat again. Rolling Barnhart onto her back, Mason uses a few hard rights to punish Bea. Jacob warns Harper to open her hands and then tells her to release Bea. Mason slowly rises and nods to Jacob who checks on Bea. Barnhart glares up at Harper as she gets to her feet. The two women begin to circle before locking up in a collar and elbow that Harper turns to a headlock but Bea moves through the hold, reversing it into a hammerlock that she leverages to once more push Harper into the corner. Quickly, Bea pushes away from Mason who charges out of the corner and into a roundhouse kick from Barnhart that sends her crashing to the mat. Before Bea can follow up, Mason rolls to the ropes and reaches up to pull herself to her feet with the middle rope. Bea moves towards her and then grabs her arm to whip her across the ring. Mason rebounds off the ropes but manages to duck under another kick to the head. With Bea off balance, Harper uses her own kick that takes Bea to the mat and Harper drops for the first pin of the match.
Simone: Harper is facing a wily ring veteran in Bea Barnhart and is getting the drop on her for the first pin of the match.
Bea kicks out and then gets to her feet to moves towards the ropes. Harper follows her as Bea rolls out of the ring. Grabbing Bea by the hair, Harper prepares to bring her back into the ring. Bea turns enough to grab the back of Mason's head and then lets herself drop on the outside which hangs Harper over the top rope which slingshots the woman into the ring where she lays on the mat clutching at her throat. Harper is breathing hard trying to catch the breath that Bea had knocked out of her. Barnhart rolls into the ring and pulls Harper up and watches for a moment as she sways slightly. Barnhart backs up and then hits a clothesline on Harper sending her across the ring clutching at her chest then dropping and rolling to the outside. Bea makes to follow her out but Jacob stops her and motions her back before he steps up to the ropes and begins a ten count Bea moves towards the ropes as Harper uses the apron to pull herself upwards. Summers stops and moves Bea back then motions for Harper from the outside. Bea moves around Jacob forcing Mason to push herself off the apron and moves back against the barricade.
Adams: For a rookie, that was a smart move on Harper's part.
Simone: Seems she is listening and learning Jason.
Summers moves to Barnhart and warns her to get back. Bea grumbles and then moves to the center of the ring where she waits as Summers moves to count out Harper again. This time, Mason rolls under the ring and then gets quickly to her feet. Harper and Bea lock up in the middle of the ring where the pair fight for leverage that Harper is able to turn into a headlock. Bea fights to push Harper into the ropes and manages to send her against them before she is sent back to the mat with a dropkick from Harper who had managed to stop herself at the ropes. Looking down at Bea on the mat, Mason heads for the opposite ropes. Bea throws herself to the mat under Harper who has rebound off the ropes. Leaping over Barnhart, Harper hits the opposite ropes then is surprised by Bea locking on a sleeperhold. Harper's arms begin to windmill as she struggles to get to the ropes. Digging in her heels, she struggles backwards and finally slams Bea back first into the corner. Bea keeps the hold on but Mason steps forward and in desperation slams once more against the turnbuckles which loosens the hold that Barnhart has on the sleeper. Harper reaches up and grabbing the head of Bea, she pulls her over her shoulder then slams her on her back. Bea arches in pain as Mason sags in the corner trying to catch her breath. Bea rolls to her hands and knees and crawls to the center of the ring. Harper follows her slowly and allows Bea to stand before catching her with a belly to back suplex that lands Barnhart on the back of her head. Clutching at her head, Bea rolls into a fetal position.
Simone: That had to hurt!
Harper grabs Bea and pulls her to her feet before suplexing her to the mat. Mason rushes to the corner and is about to hit a springboard four fifty splash only Bea is about to get her knees up. Harper is clutching her midsection in pain as Bea gets to her feet then picks up Mason before hitting a dropkick that sends her to the mat. Reaching down once more, she slams the body of Mason on the mat then backs up to rebound off the ropes to hit a leg drop on the downed Harper. Bea rolls her up as Summers begins to count the pin.
Simone: Bea Barnhart with the one two three finisher.
Adams: But will it be enough?
ONE!
Adams: Harper is fighting it Belinda.
TWO!
Adams: What the heck…Bea is grabbing a handful of tights to hold Harper down.
Simone: Summers can't see it Jason.
THREE!
Adams: And there it is…controversial win by Bea Barnhart..
Jacob signals for the bell as Bea releases Mason and gets to her feet.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, Bea Barnhart!
Jacob Summers moves to hold the arm of Bea upwards in victory before moving to check on Harper who has rolled to the side of the ring. Harper is trying to explain how Bea pulled on her tights as Bea motions her to leave the ring. Angrily Harper rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp.
Adams: What a match Belinda.
Simone: Bea Barnhart winning tonight. But I am sure that Harper isn't happy about how it went down.
Bea celebrates as her music fills the arena.
Julianna DiMaria is in her locker room as she thinks about her upcoming match for a bit. She does look like something heavy is weighing on her but at the same time, she's still keeping cool and confident as she begins to express her thoughts.
Julianna: And I thought the promo that Bea did against me was a load of shit. Granted, I WILL say that Ariana at least had a better one than Bea did but that's like saying that chicken vomit is better than chicken shit. Ariana, you want to come into this thing not only saying that you deserve a rematch because you were cheated… which normally that would hold some weight… but you also want to come in here saying that you deserve it more than I do?
Julianna rolls her eyes in more of an amused manner than anything.
Julianna: On WHAT argument? Because I won at Violent Conduct the way I did? So you're basically using the way I won that match against me but the way I see it, you completely lack any kind of real focus and you completely lack any basic logic on how this business is supposed to work. So you're saying that compiling the losing streak in one on one matches that you have is better than winning at Violent Conduct the way I did? Is that it? Girl, as I've eloquently broken down coming into this match, you don't have a leg to stand on and your 'I deserve a rematch because I was cheated' argument DOESN"T hold the weight that it normally would in any normal circumstance because you never deserved that title shot to begin with.
You never even WON a contender's match.
But you deserve it more than I do?
I mean, I'm dead serious. You're in desperation mode because nothing has gone your way for months so rather than be a professional and rather than be an adult, you decide to be a bitch to everyone just because you can. It's sad as hell really. YOU'Re sad as hell. You're the biggest embarrassment to come out of your country since the Greek financial crisis! In fact, sny person in Greece spending money on Ariana Angelos merchandise… not like there would be that many to begin with… are flushing money down the drain faster than the money that went down the drain building all those useless venues for the 2004 Olympics.
I know I know… 'you never won a contender's match. The bosses chose you'.
In a way, this is a contender's match for me. I didn't ask for that title shot against Courtney. I may be who I am and I may carry myself the way that I do but at least I am honest about my work in this business and I'm not whining and bitching up a storm when things don't go my way. Maybe at one point in my career I was like that, but not anymore. I would've never thought I had a snowball's chance in hell of getting a world title shot at High Stakes not because of a lack of confidence in my abilities. I have every reason to be confident, but because who in the world gets a title shot of that magnitude after just four matches?
It's rare that it happens… but I guess I just happen to be a rarer breed.
"But it's too soon for you to get a title shot Julianna…"
Julianna pauses and shrugs this off showing that this argument doesn't bother her in the slightest.
Julianna: Debatable. I'll be the first to admit that. But at the same time, I know that at least I deserve it more than you do, Ariana. Because with all the losing you've done lately you've done nothing to even deserve THIS shot. You had the Cinderella story with the fans worshiping you at your feet all written out for you. You had a fairy tale that they could get behind and now you threw all of that support down the drain because you learned nothing from Krystal "the other GO GYM disgrace" Wolfe and her bullshit from earlier this year. I wouldn't even be shocked if people were cheering for ME over you.
But no, flush all your good will down the drain out of desperation because you're too STUPID to have any perspective. As a matter of fact, let me sum up your actions and basically your career at the moment.
'Mom, can I get the bitch version of Krystal Wolfe?'
"We have the bitch version of Krystal Wolfe at home'
That would be you, Ariana. The fact that you're so desperate to BE anything in this division these days… the fact that you are willing to copy off of someone else's failure inch for inch… honestly? After I win against you tonight and you're at the back of the line where you always should've been?
Seek psychological help. Honestly.
Because the way you've been acting lately is a disgrace to professional wrestling.
Julianna makes her exit. She's showing no regrets about what she just said as the scene ends.
The feed cuts to the backstage area with Stoner in the back half-jogging to catch up with the Mixed Tag Team Champions at the other end of the hallway. Eiley disappears into a locker room before he can get to them, but he manages to catch Oz's attention before he follows her in. Oz reaches forward and pulls the door closed to show that it had the Jet City logo at the center of the door. When Stoner finally reaches his side, Oz realizes he probably made a mistake by not quickly heading inside and locking the reporter out.
Oz: On one hand, I really didn't want to talk.
Stoner takes a deep breath and tries to catch his breath, which brings a smile to Oz's face.
Oz: On the other hand, this is the first time ever that someone has tried to chase me down to hear what I have to say, so color me intrigued. What can I do for you, Scott?
Stoner points back and forth between them, still trying to catch his breath.
Stoner: Your first name... is... my last... name... there's... a... bond there.
Oz shakes his head, and completely throws away that attempted connection.
Oz: My name is Oz. It's weird that nobody seems to pay attention when I say that. I blame Eiley.
Almost as if it triggered the realization of what he was doing there, Stoner pointed at the door to the Jet City locker room inquisitively.
Stoner: Is she...
Oz cuts him off before he can finish the question, but actually gives a substantial answer to the question that he didn't let the interviewer finish.
Oz: Nah, she ain't coming back, ya know? Jaycee is all bent out of shape about how things have been going, and getting his match cancelled tonight. She's trying to cheer the guy up. They been friends for a long time. If you need something, I have all the answers you could ask for.
Stoner finally seems able to compose himself, and even though the disappointment was sinking in that he wasn't going to get to talk to both of the Mixed Tag Team Champions, one of them was better than none.
Stoner: Well, after Jet City succeeded in surviving both the Queen for a Day and King for a Day shows...
Oz cuts him off right there.
Oz: First off we didn't survive, we dominated. Court retained her championship. Eiley and I beat Tempest and Austin AGAIN. I feel like it was a pretty successful couple of weeks, and we have once again proven that GO Gym and Wolfslair ain't shit compared to Jet City, ya know?
Stoner was used to this kind of behavior over years of dealing with Kris, and expertly kept things rolling despite the fact that Oz wasn't letting him finish any thoughts.
Stoner: Well, what about your nex---
Again, Oz interjects and cuts off the question.
Oz: It doesn't matter. There's nobody in this company that can take the Mixed Tag Team Championships off of us. I mean, if all of a sudden we were going to have to square up with Mac Bane and Amber Ryan, I may be worried. Anyone short of them is just going to get demolished. I mean Tempest and Austin are supposed to be what happens when the unstoppable force teams with the immovable object. Two times they have gotten a chance at our titles. Two times they went home empty handed.
Stoner tries to correct the history that Oz was laying out with a reminder about how things actually went last week.
Stoner: Well, you didn't necessarily leave the ring in great shape after that attack last week following your match, and you had to bend the rules in order to get the job done.
Oz shakes his head, unphased.
Oz: ...but the job still got done. So... next?
Stoner was hoping for something more than that, but Oz seemed content to just eyeball him until he moved on.
Stoner: So there's nobody that you would want to see step up to Limitless?
A smile widens on Oz's face, a clear indication that he had thoughts on the subject.
Oz: Doesn't matter, because if nobody steps up to us, we're going to start stepping up to the other champions of this company. These Mixed Tag Team Championships don't bar us from competing for singles championships. If they can't find us any reasonable contenders, then maybe we start going after people like Peter Vaughn and Alexandra Callaway. Maybe then people will realize that we mean business.
Stoner seems to do the mental math involved in following Oz's words.
Stoner: Are you saying that you and Eiley want to challenge BOTH Roulette Champions?
Oz shrugs before opening the locker room door in front of him.
Oz: Just saying that we both have two shoulders... and only one belt.
Before Stoner can ask anything else, Oz holds up his index finger for the interviewer to give him a moment. When Stoner nods to agree, Oz steps through the door, and closes it behind him. A moment later, the fans can hear a lock slide from the inside, signaling that the champion had no intention of coming back. With a quick look at Stoner, the feed cuts to elsewhere.
We see Goth enter the arena as he is stopped by Pussy Willow, he kisses Melissa on the cheek and tells her that he will see her in a moment. He then turns around and looks into the eyes of Willow.
Pussy: Goth, you and Peter Vaughn are scheduled to face…
Goth: Scheduled to face Michael Harris and J2H, yes I have heard Willow. I am facing THE Main Event of All Main Events…
He smirks as he says that with a cocky attitude.
Pussy: Err, yes. How confident are you going into this match??
Goth: How confident?? Look Willow, if I wasn't confident in my abilities and that of my tag team partner Peter Vaughn. Then I would not even showed up okay?? Do I think me and Vaughn can beat them? Yes, do I think it will be easy?? Oh hell no, but that doesn't mean we aren't going into this match feeling confident in our chances.
Pussy: That's great, but…
Goth rolls his eyes as he holds his hand in front of the face of Willow.
Goth: I know EXACTLY what you want to say Willow, but it is the world heavyweight champion and the GREAT J2H. We are obviously in YOUR mind the underdogs in this match aren't we?? No Willow, don't answer that hypothetical question. Because if you did, you would undoubtedly realize how stupid you sound!!
He drops his gymbag containing his wrestling gear and turns his attention back to Willow.
Goth: I have been gone for what? Four to five months? And guess what? I have continued doing what I did until my injury happened. I was on a war path to be in the same position that these two men are in the opposing corner tonight. I have struggled for five long months to come back and to get back where I want to be.
Pussy: To be the next contender for the world title??
Goth shakes his head
Goth: I am pushed forward by the Saviors as they have faith in me, they BELIEVE in my abilities to be the top man in Sin City Wrestling. Do I want to content for the world title?? YES!! But I also want to be the next person that will have his hand raised and handed that Sin City Wrestling World Title… Just like Mac Bane has done, Ken Davieson has done. I take a lot of pride in their legacy in this company that they have established… And I want to be the next one in line that holds that prestige as the BEST of this company.
Pussy: Do you have a preference to face for that title after the coming Super Show??
Goth: I want to take home the gold against whomever it is that is the world champion Willow. I don't care who it is, but tonight both of them will know that I am knocking on their door…. And then will break it down and take what is rightfully mine… The Sin City Wrestling World Title….
Goth grabs the bag and walks off as he leaves Willow standing.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and our next matchup! BRADDOCK has been an extremely impressive competitor since he signed with SCW during the last cycle but tonight he faces a man that many consider to be the underdog of the male division in former SCU Pride, Television and World Champion HB Carter!
Adams: Carter has had his ups and downs since he signed with SCW last year following SCU's closure but you can't deny his talent! At the same time though BRADDOCK is a beast in the ring and Carter may be in over his head here!
Simone: This should be a great match! Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Drums pound in synch with grinding guitars as "Bonehead" assaults the fans while the arena is blanketed in darkness while at six seconds in, a saxophone begins squealing a prolonged note. At thirteen seconds, while a spotlight suddenly pierces the darkness, casting its light on the entrance curtain, the vocalist begins whooping and screaming. BRADDOCK explodes through the curtain and marches for the ring.
Justin: Making his way to the ring! He is five feet, ten inches tall and tips the scales at two hundred and fifty-one pounds and hails from Stockton, California. He! Is! BRADDOCK!!!!
BRADDOCK has ascended the ring steps and is entering the ring halfway down the apron, I'm between the ring posts by dipping under the top rope. He climbs the nearest turnbuckle and while secure on the second rope, he raises both fists in the air and bellows.
Simone: There is a considerable size difference in this match but as has often been the case, it's not the size that matters, it's how you use it!
Adams: I am not risking making that joke on the off chance that BRADDOCK hears me but BRADDOCK may have the size but Carter has speed on his side!
Justin: And his opponent!
5 Seconds of Summer's hit "No Shame" erupts over the sound system and the crowd turns to the stage where Helluva Bottom Carter dances out onto the stage amidst the cheers of the SCW Universe! Clad in his favorite Ostrich jacket and sparkling lavender shades over his eyes, Carter bows and sweeps at the waist, blowing a kiss.
Justin: From Seattle, Washington, weighing one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is the "Hardcore Bottom" -- Helluva Bottom Carter!
Carter 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 removes his shades and jacket, passing them out to the ringside attendant before laying across the top corner, awaiting his opponent's introduction.
Simone: Carter may not have been as featured as his, well I'd call Ari his bestie but her attitude change seems to have had an adverse effect on their relationship, either way, he has missed most of the SCW PPVs this year but his persistence remains at the forefront.
Adams: That and Carter being, well, Carter!
Jasmine goes over the rules with the two men as they size each other up, to say that the size difference is noticeable is putting it mildly but Jasmine calls for the bell regardless.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And tonight's designated David vs. Goliath match is underway!
Adams: BRADDOCK is looking to bounce back from his failed bid to win the Internet Championship at Violent Conduct, can he do it?
Once the bell sounds BRADDOCK and Carter lock up in the centre of the ring and the size and height advantage that BRADDOCK has over Carter is obvious from the word go as BRADDOCK overpowers Carter and forces him into a corner! BRADDOCK then props Carter on the middle rope but whatever move he had in mind for Carter goes out the window as Carter manages to score a kick to BRADDOCK'S face sending him stumbling backwards and setting him up for a Middle Rope DDT from Carter.
Simone: Carter doesn't seem to be using his usual tricks against BRADDOCK.
Adams: Against a competitor like BRADDOCK? Maybe he figured that he should take this match seriously?
Carter goes for the first pin of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And BRADDOCK powers out of the pin attempt sending Carter flying clear over Jasmine! Carter isn't dissuaded however as he grabs BRADDOCK's legs and locks in a Texas Cloverleaf! Carter manages to keep the hold locked in a bit longer than what someone would normally expect given the size difference but BRADDOCK manages to power out of that as well sending Carter against the ring ropes! Carter rebounds right into a Discuss Clothesline that turns Carter inside out.
Simone: Carter had a great flurry of offence but sooner or later BRADDOCK'S power was going to catch up with him.
Adams: Can somebody retrieve HB Carter's head from the cheapseats please?
BRADDOCK goes for a pin on Carter.
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter manages to get the shoulder up! BRADDOCK shakes his head before picking up Carter but Carter scores big with a jawbreaker on the much bigger man sending BRADDOCK stumbling backwards and allowing Carter to score with a Tilt-A-Whirl Hurricanrana that sends BRADDOCK to the outside! Sensing an opportunity to take fight Carter starts clapping to get the fans behind him before he rushes to the ropes for a dive……..right into BRADDOCK'S waiting arms.
Simone: Carter's inexperience may have just cost him! He spent a bit too much time getting the fans behind him and now he's in BRADDOCK'S arms!
Adams: And not in the usual way he'd prefer to be in another man's arms either!
Jasmine's restarted count doesn't even reach four before BRADDOCK hoists Carter onto his shoulders and throws him back into the ring before following him back in! BRADDDOCK then picks Carter back up before getting the youngster in a Gorilla Press Slam position and then slamming Carter down to the matt a Powerslam! Carter seems to be out for the count and BRADDOCK goes for the pin as Jasmine slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter gets the shoulder up! BRADDOCK shakes his head before hoisting Carter back up and locking in a Bear Hug!
Simone: Go ahead and make all the jokes you want about Carter's normal encounters with bears, I'm sure he's heard them all before!
Adams: Maybe wait until after the match before you tell Carter them though? I don't think he wants to hear them right now thanks to BRADDOCK'S submission hold!
Jasmine asks Carter if he wants to submit but Carter refuses! Realizing that his Submission Hold isn't going to work BRADDOCK changes tactics by turning the Bear Hug into a Bear Hug Slam! BRADDOCK goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Carter kicks out! BRADDOCK can't believe that he hasn't put away his much smaller opponent yet even to the point of getting in Jasmine's face about it but she is adamant that her pin fall was fair and all his argument gets BRADDOCK in the end is a surprise roll up from Carter.
ONE!
TWO!
And BRADDOCK kicks out! Both men get to their feet and BRADDOK makes the first move charging in for a Lariat but Carter ducks under it and scores with a Slingblade and Basement Dropkick combination on the rebound! Carter goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And BRADDOCK kicks out! Both men get back to their feet and Carter goes for a Sunset Flip only for BRADDOCK to grab him and yank him up! Thinking he has the match won BTADDOCK calls for his finisher.
Simone: BRADDOCK'S going for the Mansfield's Curse!
Adams: If he hits this it'll be lights out for Carter!
BRADDOCK charges in but Carter counters it by dropkicking BRADDOCK'S leg from under him, seeing his own opportunity in front of him Carter makes a beeline for the top rope before scoring with an Eclipse as soon as BRADDOCK gets to his feet!
Simone: FRUIT FLY! Carter hit it!
Adams: BRADDOCK is out, stick a fork in him he's done!
Carter goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, HB CARTER!
Simone: Carter scores a big win tonight on Climax Control!
Adams: That'll do a lot for his stock in SCW for sure!
Carter celebrates his win whilst Jasmine checks on BRADDOCK.
Cameras found themselves in a little secluded area in the Selland Arena. In doing so they just happen to find the Bombshell Internet Champion, Aleesha. She was sitting in a seat with her legs kicked up, the championship shining on her waist, and a bag of popcorn in hand. She was nonchalantly tossed a couple of pieces of popcorn into her mouth. Out of left field Holly Wood came into the camera view with a microphone in hand. Clearing his throat to gain her attention.
Holly Wood: Ms. Aleesha?
Aleesha: Sup?
Holly Wood: Can I get a quick word with you?
Aleesha: Eh, suppose I can give you a moment or two. Ya girl isn't doing anything special.
She pulled her feet down and stood up, putting her bag of popcorn down in the seat she had been sitting in.
Holly Wood: Well first and foremost. You were looking pretty comfortable here. Can I ask what it is that you were doing?
Aleesha: I was just enjoying the show. As a matter of fact I was just getting ready to watch Ariana Angelos choke her chance away at the Bombshell World Championship in front of about eleven thousand people.
Holly Wood: Kind of harsh, don't you think?
Aleesha: Not at all. Ariana has been nothing but a cry baby every single week. It's annoying as all hell. I'm sick of hearing it. Our fans are sick of hearing it. Hell, I bet Elon Musk himself is sick of hearing it. I hear there's talk of her twitter account being taken away from her because of all the bitching and whining she does on there. And in all reality since Kim Pain is too much of a coward to even show her face after she blindsided me from behind... I gotta find something to do. Watching Ariana choke does that and it provides me some enjoyment.
Holly Wood: Not so sure, that's how she's going to feel about it. But nevertheless, guess no one can blame you for taking another week off. Especially after having a glass bottle slammed against your head a few weeks ago.
Aleesha: My doctor was very much concerned about a concussion when that originally happened. And then I didn't make matters any easier when I chose to defend my title later that night. It put me in a position where I couldn't pass an impact test last week. So it turned out it was a concussion, but this morning. I had an impact test and I passed with flying colors, so I am on the mend. But of course, it doesn't make me any less angry that the cunt that is Kim Pain tried to put me on the self. And then has stayed far away with her tail tucked between her legs. But you know what? That's fine. She can be a coward. She just needs to know if she ever shows her face around here again. I got something for her.
There was a small little shrug of the Bombshell Internet Champion's shoulders. It seemed like there was some bitterness there.
Holly Wood: I guess the question I have for you now. What's next for you? Especially with High Stakes around the corner?
Aleesha: I wish I had an answer for you, sugar. Trust and believe, I don't want to miss out on the biggest supercard of the year. Especially not when I have been scratching and crawling to be given an opportunity. Now that I have one and now that I have this.
She motioned towards the championship on her shoulder.
Aleesha: I don't want to be taking steps backwards. But we'll have to see what happens. I'm going to do whatever it takes to be part of High Stakes. And I'm going to forever be a fighting champion. Maybe, just maybe here soon. Someone from the Bombshell Division will step up. After all we don't need an entire division filled with carbon copies of Ariana or even worse Krystal Wolfe.
Holly Wood: Oooh those are some spicy words girlfriend.
Aleesha: Hey sometimes, you just gotta call it the way it needs to be called. Now if you don't mind me. I'm about to watch Julianna dog walk this little mutt.
She found herself turning back around as she grabbed a hold of the bag of popcorn so she didn't sit on it. Flopping herself back down in her chair, Aleesha went back to snacking on her popcorn while looking down at the ring. This lead to cameras cutting back to the ring for the next match set to take place.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Ariana Angelos lacing up her boots with a frown on her face.
Ariana: Julianna was all too happy to take that tainted win over Roxi but the moment I call her out on it and say that she shouldn't get the opportunity against Courtney because of it? She says it's the dumbest argument she's ever heard in a promo.
Ariana scoffs as she shakes her head before she finishes lacing up her boot.
Ariana: Truth hurts, doesn't it Julia?
Ariana adds as she flips some hair over her shoulder.
Ariana: Because god forbid that there be some integrity at the top of the card! God forbid that the bosses have the balls to do something about a Hall of Famer getting punched in the face with brass knuckles and no, awarding that cheater with a championship opportunity doesn't count! But I guess the only thing that counts is win loss records, right?
Ariana grabs a shirt from a nearby chair, it's the Mark Ward "Calm Your Tits" t-shirt that he recently put out.
Ariana: I didn't waste my money on this shirt! A fan generously donated it after he ordered a copy in the wrong size, even so?
Ariana rips the shirt in half and tosses it aside.
Ariana: I am not going to be condescended too by a boss who'd rather take a "what have you done for me lately" approach than actually do what's right! And tonight after I beat Julianna and beat the crap out of Courtney if she tries to screw me over? I'm going to take my place in the High Stakes Main Event where I fucking belong!
Ariana adds as she goes to walk off.
Ariana: After that? The extermination of the Jet City scumbags will begin and people will realize just how full of shit Kris was when he said that Jet City is the best! The Go Gym has earned that title ten times over or do I need to remind you that Courtney wouldn't be champion if she didn't have Fenris carrying her useless ass through the 2018 Blast from the Past Tournament?
Ariana asks as she folds her arms.
Ariana: And Keira? Don't tell me to calm down, I'm the only one in this damn division who's doing what's right! The sooner you realize that? The better!
Ariana walks off as the scene fades.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the Australian Bombshell Krystal Wolfe watching Ariana's interview on a monitor.
Krystal: There's definitely something in the water at the Go Gym this year.
Krystal muttered as she sighs to herself.
Krystal: At least Carter got the win over BRADDOCK but now I'm not sure where my former friends are going to end up by year's end.
Krystal adds before stretching and yawning a bit.
Krystal: Or me.
Krystal adds as the scene fades.
The opening sirens of "Problem" floods the arena PA as the lights in the arena go out one by one. By the time the beat kicks in, energizing the small but vocal audience, the arena is pitch black. Purple and white spotlights above the stage start to pulse to the sound of the music. The screen at the top of the stage lights up, writing out five letters in pace with the flow of the music: C O U R T.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, she is your Bombshell World Champion, and also tonight's special guest referee! She is "The One" Court Pierce!
The SCW Bombshell comes out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage to an overwhelmingly negative reaction from the crowd. As promised, Court is already rocking the white and black striped referee shirt. As she raises her championship high, Court crosses her ankles, the championship shimmering with all of the camera flashes around the arena, and takes a slight bow to the crowd with her arms out to her sides. Court motions for the crowd to get up and cheer for her which only seems to intensify the booing, but Court points to her referee shirt and tells them that they have to respect the zebras. Court makes her way to ringside, and carefully makes her way up the ringside stairs and onto the apron. She ducks down between the bottom and middle rope and into the ring before shouldering her championship belt and being handed a microphone.
Court: So, ladies and gentlemen, who is ready to find out which one of these underwhelming women are going to challenge me for my championship?
That doesn't go over well with the crowd. They may not have been appreciating the way that Ariana had snapped in recent weeks, and Julianna was a relative newcomer to the company, but Court was the real object of their disdain. The crowd made sure that the champion knew that they were willing to cheer for anyone other than her.
Court: I guess this isn't San Diego and I should have expected as much...
The boos only intensify, causing Court to lower her microphone and ride out the wave of negativity for a few moments until the fans lost momentum.
Court: I'd like to clear a few things up though before these two Bombshells come down for their match. There were a few things that they each said that I agreed with, and others that couldn't have been more wrong.
The fans, sensing that the champion was done taunting them and actually had something worthwhile to say, break into hushed chattering instead of the loud boos.
Court: For instance, when Julianna said that Ariana had no business in this match, she was right. I already beat her, and that was going to happen with or without my wife's interference. I didn't ask for any help in beating her, but Ruby decided that the match was dragging on and she was ready for the two of us to be clocked out for the evening, so she spend things up. Ari was never going to win that match though. She was never going to be the Bombshell Champion, and that is the real reason that she came down here to attack me and ended up getting her nose broken...
The fans, feelings duped for giving the champion the benefit of the doubt, immediately launch into boos that cut her off from being able to continue. The champion pulls the microphone away from her face, and yells out that they know that it is true as she raises her championship up into the air. This time, instead of waiting for the boos to subside, she pushes her way through them to continue.
Court: ....but as far as Julianna goes, she deserves this opportunity far less than Ariana ever did. This woman has only had a few matches in this company, and it is not like she is on an unbeatable, dominant streak either. We have already seen her have to take shortcuts, even without any real competition. Maybe she should be in contention for the Roulette Championship, or even the Internet title, but no. Instead, Mark and Christian are content to let another nobody hop the line all the way to the front if she so happens to beat Ari.
As much as the fans had turned on the young graduate from the GO Gym, they seemed to like the idea of Court versus Julianna even less.
Court: ....and despite both of those two things being true, neither of them seem to think that I am capable of calling this match down the middle. That couldn't be further from the truth. I am here before this match to let all of you know that I couldn't care less who the winner ends up being. To me, they are the exact same pain in my ass. Neither of them deserve the spot they are in, and either of them should be honored to share the biggest stage in this company with me, even if they are just showing up to take the L.
The arrogance of the champion seems to provoke the crowd once more, but she doesn't let them get the momentum to derail her words.
Court: I hope that these two beat the hell out of each other, and one of them manages to prove to me why I should take them seriously. I want to be as close to the action as humanly possible, because I want to see what my future challenger is capable of inside MY ring. Some people say there is no better view than ringside, but I can assure you that things look much different when you're actually in the ring. That's why I didn't want to be watching from the back. That's why I am not in the front row. That's why I am not at the announce table watching on the monitors. I wanted to be right here in the middle of the ring, so that I can raise the hand of my new #1 contender, and then hold up MY Bombshell World Championship in their stupid face.
As if on cue, the champion raises her title into the air and is showered with a chorus of boos.
Court: Now bring them out so that we can get this sham over with...
Justin: The following contest is your Bombshell World Championship #1 Contender's Match! The winner will meet Courtney Pierce for the Championship at High Stakes!
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.
Justin: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, "The Greek Goddess" Ariana Angelos!
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 ready for her.
Simone: Ariana has got to keep her emotions in check tonight. Her opponent is Julianna, not Courtney Pierce.
Adams: Well it doesn't help that the woman that broke her nose is going to be officiating this contest!
When she rolls into the ring, she immediately gets into the face of the special guest referee Court Pierce, who points at her referee shirt and once again tells her to respect the zebra shirt. The two have an intense staredown as Ariana's music is cut, and is replaced by the music of the one obstacle in the way of her rematch with the Bombshell Champion.
Simone: Thank god Julianna isn't going to give Ari any time to do anything stupid before the match.
Adams: I don't think that is something newcomer Julianna DiMaria was even thinking about. She wouldn't have any problems with Court leveling Ariana ahead of this match. It would basically guarantee her a spot at High Stakes!
"Paranoid" hits the speakers as Julianna DiMaria appears on the stage, greeted by some boos from the fans in attendance. She ignores them and heads down to the ring with a confident, focused look on her face.
Justin: …and her opponent, from San Diego, California, "The Shooting Star" Julianna DiMaria!!!!
Once she heads inside the ring, she cracks her knuckles, indicating she's ready to fight and afterward does the "talk to the hand" gesture toward all the fans that are booing her, displaying another touch of arrogance to get the fans against her even more.. Courtney Pierce seems amused by the cockiness of the newcomer, but Ariana is still focused exclusively on Court. Julianna heads to her corner and scoffs at the reaction she's getting as the song fades and she waits for the Bombshell World Champion to ring the bell for the start of the match. After handing off her championship to a member of the ringside crew, Court calls the two women to the center of the ring.
Adams: Apparently the champion is going to be setting the ground rules here tonight.
Simone: …as if that means there will be any. We all know that Court is just looking for an opportunity to influence the outcome of this one.
Adams: She already said she was going to call it down the middle!
Simone: I will believe it when I see it.
DING DING DING!
Ariana is still focused on Courtney when the bell chimes, and Julianna immediately shoots forward, tying her up. Julianna gains the advantage and powers Ariana down to the mat. She does not dare let the Greek Goddess get away either, immediately dropping a knee on her shoulder. Ariana takes the blow, but rolls away as Julianna makes it back to her feet. Julianna moves in again to tie up, but Ariana flashes her speed to the crowd. Instead of locking up, she catches Julianna by the arm. In one quick motion, she turns her hip to Julianna and takes her over and to the mat with an arm drag. Ariana, with a smile on her face, looks down and then drops her own knee across Julianna's arm. The Bombshell Champion makes a move to get a better view of the situation, which appears to make Ariana jumpy.
Adams: This should be an interesting matchup. These two women are nearly perfectly suited opponents for one another. Same size, similar styles.
Simone: And both of them want nothing more than to take that Bombshell Championship for themselves.
Ariana helps Julianna to her feet by pulling on her head and then whips her across the ring to the ropes. Expecting her to rebound, Ariana jumps for a dropkick, but as she turns, Julianna hooks her arms around the top rope and stops her momentum. Ariana falls flat on her back but instantaneously rolls back on her shoulders and raises her legs before kipping-up to her feet. Julianna cannot help but to be impressed, but it does not stop her from charging in and taking her opponent down with a clothesline. Julianna follows her down to the mat and mounts Ariana, grabbing a handful of her hair with one hand and pelting her with elbows to the face with her free arm. After several shots, Ariana bucks her off, and slides between her legs on the mat. Julianna is forced forwards, and stumbles on her feet while Ariana quickly gets to hers behind her. The two spin around, face to face in the center of the ring, causing the Bombshell World Champion to lead a round of applause for the two ladies despite the fact that she is supposed to be officiating the match, not cheering them on.
Adams: Evenly matched in the early going, and even the champion is impressed!
Simone: Court is just toying with the two of them, and they have to make sure to keep an eye on her or else they risk getting laid out when she is done with the games.
Ariana and Julianna slowly circle each other. Julianna sends a kick, aimed at Ariana's stomach, but Ariana dodges by taking a quick hop backwards. When the former Greek Angel smirks in response, Julianna immediately follows with a second kick aimed for the same spot, and this time her challenger does not dodge it. Instead, Ariana catches it with both hands. She shakes her head no, and then throws Julianna's leg to her left, spinning the Sin City newcomer around on one foot. When Julianna does a full circle to face her, Ariana leaps, and hits a picture perfect dropkick that plants her opponent on the mat. Ariana slides in and hooks the leg for a quick cover, which causes all of the fans in attendance to start the count.
ONE!
TW--!
The only problem is, the Bombshell Champion is leaning against one of the turnbuckles, and hadn't even bothered to get down and make the count. Ariana starts to take exception to that, but Court points at Julianna and tells Ariana there was no way that it was going to end like that.
Adams: Still only a one-count there, but the champion couldn't be bothered to even count it!
Simone: Nobody is going to win this one until Court lets them.
Ariana stands, and follows Julianna as she attempts to roll away towards the apron. Knowing that she would lose her advantage if Julianna makes it to the outside, Ariana leaps over her, and runs the short distance to the ropes before springing off of the middle one and backwards to drop an elbow across Julianna's chest, pushing her back towards the center. Ariana sits up and shoots a glare in the direction of the special referee. Court holds up her hands in innocence and laughs. Ariana pushes herself off of the mat to see Julianna again trying to move away, and dives, dropping a second elbow on the chest of the woman. With Julianna gasping for breath, and now in one stationary place, Ariana stands, and retreats to the ropes. She springs forward, doing a cartwheel into a final elbow, straight to Julianna's sternum. Ariana holds position, pinning Julianna again. This time Court humors her by hitting the mat and counting the pinfall in the most textbook manner.
ONE!
TW--
Julianna kicks out just a second before the two count.
Adams: Some impressive athleticism from The Greek Goddess, as we are accustomed to. She has taken control of this match so far while keeping an eye on the champion.
Simone: Julianna needs to pull it together. She's been better than this at each and every Climax Control we have seen her on.
Julianna pushes herself to her feet, still breathing heavily and holding her chest. Her adversary does not want to give her any time to recover either. Ariana charges Julianna but "The Shooting Star" grabs her as she gets close and wraps her arms around her back. Julianna lifts Ariana up off the ground with ease using her own momentum to take her down with a powerslam. Julianna does not dare move away from the pinning position either, hooking the former #1 contender's leg for the pin. Once more, Courtney doesn't even hit the mat, and even pretends to cover a yawn coming out of her mouth while the fans do the counting for her.
ONE!
TW--
Ariana gets a shoulder up before the fans finish the two count.
Adams: Not enough, but finally Julianna gets rolling with some offense.
Simone: Court is letting the fans handle most of these early counts for her.
Adams: Why get all the way down there just to have to get back up?
Julianna pulls away, and scurries to her feet while Ariana pushes herself to her hands and knees. Julianna does not hesitate and steps forward, punting Ariana hard in the ribs, sending her back to the mat. Julianna reaches down and grabs her by the hair again and slowly lifts Ariana to her feet. Julianna takes her by the wrist once she finds her footing and whips her to the corner. She already had her next moved planned as well. She follows Ariana at a run and clotheslines her in the corner, but does not move away. Instead, Julianna locks Ariana's head and runs out of the corner, taking the champion down with a bulldog.
Adams: Julianna is finally building some momentum.
Julianna attempts to hook Ariana's leg, but Ariana kicks her away and starts to get up to her feet before Court even considers counting. For the third time, the two end up face to face in the middle of the ring, albeit both of them breathing heavily and more battered than the previous two times. Julianna raises her arms, and Ariana raises hers in turn. The two tie up. Slowly, Julianna pushes Ariana back into the ropes The Bombshell Champion moves in to separate them and Julianna slowly starts to free her hands from Ariana's. They break their arms apart, but Julianna reaches out and grabs her opponent by the wrist and whips her across the ring to the ropes. Ariana hits the ropes and rebounds back at top speed and Julianna leaps, laying herself back and extending her foot towards Ariana's head. Julianna's boot catches her opponent in the jaw and she falls to the mat hard. Julianna reaches down to take Ari's wrist while she is flat on the mat and then wraps her legs around it, dropping into an armbar and twisting Ariana's wrist.
Adams: Not the typical Mercedes Bends submission we usually get from Julianna, but certainly effective.
Simone: She's clearly trying to soften that arm up for later on.
Adams: Probably a sound strategy.
Ariana reaches for the ropes, but is in the center of the ring. She writhes and squirms, trying to break free, but Julianna's legs force her to her back. Julianna releases the pressure in her right leg and then drops it down hard across Ariana's face, not taking the torque off of her arm. Ariana's face twists in agony as she tries to get out. Thinking through her options, she uses her free hand to push up on Julianna's leg. Julianna kicks her again, but not before The Greek Goddess is able to inch towards the ropes. They exchange an identical sequence a second time. Ariana struggles, but inches closer to the ropes, having them almost at the tips of her fingers. Court positions herself between Ariana's body and the ropes, really trying to get a look at the agony on her former opponent's face, albeit not hindering her progress towards the ropes. With one final thrust though, and despite Court nearly being in the way, Ariana lunges, grabbing hold of the bottom rope. The Bombshell Champion immediately begins the count to force the break.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
F--!
Adams: Julianna lets the hold go, but nearly gets herself disqualified.
Simone: The damage has definitely been done to that arm though. I am not sure that Ariana can survive getting stuck in something like that again.
Court seems to take exception to the late rope break and moves towards her potential challenger as Julianna gets to her feet, condemning her actions. Julianna seems to struggle to not laugh in the champion's face, but Ariana uses the exchange between the two of them to gain a breather for herself. Ariana uses the ropes to get to her feet, stretching out her arm and trying to work the kinks out of it. Finally pushing Courtney out of her face, Julianna runs in as Ariana turns away from the ropes, holding her arm. Ariana sees her coming, and thinks quickly, dipping her good shoulder and lifting Julianna off of the ground, using her own momentum. Julianna is lifted into the air for a short period, and over the top rope, landing hard on the apron. The referee immediately starts to count her out, maybe even a little more quickly than her pin counts had been now that she had been disrespected by both opponents.
ONE!
TWO!
Ariana backs away from the ropes, towards the center of the ring. Julianna slowly gets to her feet. Julianna's slow ascent to her feet allows Ariana time to measure her up. When Julianna puts her feet down on the apron, Ariana runs to the ropes. She dives clear over them, and drives a shoulder into Julianna's face as she takes the woman down from the apron and lands on top of her when they crash into the outside barricade. Ariana rolls over and to her feet quickly, making sure to keep an eye on Court in the ring. Ariana reaches down and grabs Julianna's arm, pulling her to her feet, before Court leans through the ropes to tell her to bring the action back into the ring. Ariana turns from her opponent to face the Bombshell Champion, and it creates a small window of opportunity for Julianna. The Shooting Star turns, and elbows Ariana in the back of the head. Ariana moves away, holding the back of her head out of reflex, but Julianna grips her wrist and whips her towards the ring where she slides in. At once Julianna slides into the ring after Ariana. The former number one contender is already pushing herself from the mat, but is leaning forwards. Julianna seizes the opportunity and locks in a full nelson hold before attempting to slam Ariana into the mat, directly onto her broken nose. Julianna, looking for her own finisher, comes up short, as Ariana dips out of it, loosening the hold on her neck and slipping away as Julianna falls forward to the mat alone.
Adams: Ariana with the counter!
Simone: Julianna could almost taste the win right there, but it was not meant to be.
Julianna pops up with her face in her hands and inches forward on her knees towards the ropes. However, Ariana has her measured up perfectly, and leaps up and over the ropes before using them to swing her feet directly into her challenger's face adding insult to injury.
Adams: Recipe for Defeat from Ariana! This could be over!
Ariana stacks up her opponent, and attempts to fold her in half with her shoulders pinned to the mat for maximum leverage. Court gets down and checks that both shoulders are, in fact, down on the mat before starting her methodical count once more.
ONE!
TWO!
THR--!
Julianna kicks out at the last moment, which surprises Ariana more than anyone else. She gets up from the pin, and is quickly in the face of the Bombshell Champion. Ariana screams at the special guest official, and says that she is trying to screw her out of the match, but Courtney simply pulls on her striped shirt and tells her to respect the zebras yet again.
Adams: Ariana is accusing the Champion of a slow count!
Simone: I wouldn't necessarily call it slow, but there was nothing hasty about it.
Juliana stirs, attempting to shake out the cobwebs and find her footing in the ring. Luckily, Ariana's single-minded focus on getting in the face of the Bombshell Champion bought her all of the time that she needed. As Ariana continues to poke the shoulder of the special guest referee, Julianna pops up and
Simone: The DiMaria Code!
She isn't finished though, because with her eyes firmly locked on the Bombshell Champion, Julianna flips into a standing moonsault before landing knee's down on the face of her challenger. Julianna stays perched there on top of her felled opponent and Court drops to the mat, and slaps the mat.
Adams: Julianna got all of that one!
Simone: That may not have been necessary at all. Ariana's face might not ever be the same again.
Adams: Julianna was just making sure that no count Court made could be too slow to get the job done.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner…and new number one contender to the SCW Bombshell World Championship, Julianna DiMaria!!!!!!
Julianna does not wait for the referee to raise her hand in victory, and raises both hands in celebration of her biggest Sin City win to date. . As her opponent's name is being announced, Ariana slides out the other side of the ring, while Court is handed her Bombshell World Championship. As promised, Court reaches out and takes the wrist of her new number one contender and lifts it as Julianna's theme blasts through the PA system. Courtney raises the Bombshell Championship up into Julianna's face, and suddenly all of the celebration's are over. The two women exchange an intense look before Court shoulders the championship once more and takes a step back to let her future challenger enjoy the moment.
The feed cuts to the backstage area where Jaycee MacDonald can be seen coming out of the shared offices of Christian and Mark. He doesn't seem pleased, but kind of shrugs it off. As he heads down the hallway, he is cut off by his least favorite interviewer, looking to get a quick word with him.
Stoner: Jaycee, couldn't help but notice that you were supposed to be scheduled this week, but got bumped. Any reason why?
The frustrated look comes back to his face for a second, and he takes a deep breath before appearing like he was going to launch into a tirade directed at the interviewer, but stops short. He closes his mouth, and exhales the deep breath that he took before shaking his head.
Jaycee: It just didn't work out this week. Maybe next time.
Stoner seemed relieved that the Jet City alumni didn't tear his head off for asking a simple question, but wasn't just going to leave it at that. Since Jaycee remained calm, Stoner decided to press his luck a little.
Stoner: That has been the story for you since coming back. You have fallen short in just about every contest since returning. When you manage to make it onto the shows, things never seem to go your way. Then there have been times like these where you get scheduled, but nothing comes of it. What's going on man?
Jaycee stiffens up, clearly not enjoying where the conversation was headed, but again, instead of exploding at Stoner, he tries to shrug it off. He points at the closed office door that he came out of to deflect the blame.
Jaycee: I guess you'd have to ask them. I just show up when I am told I need to. I compete when I am allowed to compete. I don't really think about much other than the things that I can control. This ain't one of them.
Stoner absolutely refuses to let him pawn off blame on the two bosses though, and counters with Jaycee's own words from last week.
Stoner: Well, as far as your performances have gone, last week you even said that Ben Jordan deserved a better opponent. To me, that says that you know something isn't quite right.
Jaycee smiles, and puts a hand down on Stoner's shoulder. The expression on his face is friendly, but everything else about his movements seemed hostile.
Jaycee: You've said it yourself Stoner, I haven't been very good since coming back. I feel like Ben deserved someone a little bit more on top of their shit these days. That guy has always been undervalued around here. It had more to do with him, than it did with me.
Jaycee pauses to pick his next words carefully, but Stoner uses the pause to try and interject. As soon as his mouth opens, Jaycee shakes his head and cuts him off before tightening his grip on the man's shoulder.
Jaycee: ....things may not be going very well for me, and I may have lost my way a little bit, but I can promise you that I am still more than capable of putting your head through this door so that you can ask your dumb little questions to Mark and Christian themselves. Interested?
Stoner slowly shakes his head no as his eyes widen. Jaycee pulls the smaller man forward, and brings him face-to-face with the center of the door. He pulls his head back like he is about to slam him into it, but stops just an inch or so short of putting him through it. Jaycee holds him there for a second, before releasing him and stepping away.
Jaycee: For future reference, I'm not a huge fan of interviews. Bother someone else.
And with that, Jaycee walks away down the hallway while Stoner tries to get his heart to stop trying to pound itself out of his chest. The feed eventually cuts away to elsewhere in the arena.
In the locker room area Calvin had himself sitting on a table as a trainer stood in front of him with his foot in hand wrapping it up heavily in tape. Wrapping it around one more time, he peeled off the tape and made sure to stick it in place. Calvin scooted forward a little bit taking a look at the taped up ankle before looking over at the trainer.
Calvin Harris: You think that's going to hold up?
Trainer: I mean... it is on there pretty tight, but it isn't going to prevent pain. This is really a matter where you should listen to the doc.
Calvin Harris: Not an option man, this is going to have to be mind over matter. I'll deal with the pain once the night is over.
He forced himself to hop off the table and grabbed his boot, starting to put his foot inside it. There was a slight knock on his locker room door. Calvin looked up while starting to pull his boot laces tight.
Calvin Harris: Come on in.
As soon as those words came out of his mouth. The door popped open with Scott Oliver poking his head in.
Scott Oliver: You got a spare moment for me, champ?
Calvin Harris: I don't know man. What's in it for me? Hopefully a big bag of sour patch kids after this is all said and done.
Scott Oliver: I might be able to work something out for you there.
Calvin Harris: Then bring on in. Let's make it quick though.
Scott proceeded to push the door open to the room the rest of the way and waved the camera crew in with him. Standing next to a limping Calvin as he brought the microphone in his hand up and began to speak to the audience in attendance.
Scott Oliver: Ladies and gentlemen, as you can see. I'm standing here with the Internet Champion! And we got some news starting tonight off that your match tonight might be in some type of jeopardy. Care to elaborate on that?
Calvin Harris: Jeopardy? Don't know where you're getting your information Scottie. But that's not the case at all. This match with Miles is going to happen tonight and we're going to blow the roof off the building.
Scott Oliver: So, you're not hurt?
Calvin Harris: Oh no. My ankle is not going to hold up super well tonight, but it is what it is. See that's the thing about being one of the top wrestlers in the business. You don't let little things like this set you back. Sure, I'm in some pain and it's going to suck to get through but I'll manage. Nothing is broken. Nothing is torn. There's no real threat to long term damage. High ankle sprain. And we're going to battle through it.
Scott Oliver: All due respect here, Calvin. You both have been hyping this up as quite possibly the greatest wrestling match that Sin City Wrestling has ever seen. Maybe, even the greatest wrestling match seen in this business ever. Don't you think going into it less than a hundred percent puts a damper on things?
Calvin Harris: No.
Briefly, the Highlight of the Night shook his head from side to side clearly disagreeing with the mindset that Scott was trying to put into motion.
Calvin Harris: This goes right back to what I was saying. If you believe you're one of the best at this profession. You don't let things hold you back. You battle through them. You put on your best effort and you put in the work. I don't mean any disrespect when I say this, but even though I'm hurt. Even though I'm less than a hundred percent. Even though, I won't be at my best. I still think even in that situation I'm better than a lot of guys on the roster that are a hundred percent and are on their best game. If anyone takes offense to that. They can come see me, but that's how I feel and I'm going to prove it tonight.
Scott Oliver: Fair enough. Personally, can't wait to see how it all plays out. But with that being said do you have any last words for Miles before the two of you lock up for the first time tonight?
Calvin Harris: Yeah, the only thing I want to say is this. Don't take it easy on me. I don't care how much it looks like I'm hurt. I don't care how much I might be limping. I don't care how much it might look like I'm not going to be able to continue. You stay on me. Don't let up for even a second. Let's give the people what they came to see.
Scott Oliver: Well there you have it folks. Straight out of the man's mouth. There will be a match tonight and they are going to go balls to the wall!
There was a little bit of a roar heard all the way in the back from the fans showing their excitement. Calvin proceeded to lean down to finish lacing up his wrestling boot. Leading to the cameras cutting elsewhere for the time being in order to catch some more action.
The junior referee Dawn Barnes enters the ring, prepared to officiate the upcoming contest.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Internet Best of Three series is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first...!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat.
Justin: From Manchester in the United Kingdom! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds -- Miles KASEY!
He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand spring boarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!
Adams: Miles Kasey has had some of the very best in Sin City Wrestling speak very highly of him; among them Ben Jordan and now the reigning Internet Champion, Calvin Harris.
Simone: And even though this series will be non-title, the potential outcome for Miles is massive as we head into High Stakes XIII!
Justin: And his opponent...!
The arena's lights found themselves dimming down at the start of "Save Yourself" by One Ok Rock began to play throughout the speakers. About that time a single spot light shined down in the middle of the stage as the crowd found themselves starting to sing a lot to the song. A small shot of the crowd from the cameras was shown before cutting back to stage. In the very moment Calvin Harris found himself stepping out to the middle spotlight where he was slamming his head around to the music. The sight of the superstar caused a huge pop from those in attendance. Quickly, Calvin stood up straight and brought his hand to his head shielding his eyes a little bit as he looked out into the crowd seemingly acknowledging those in attendance.
Justin: Introducing at this time from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds! He is the Internet Champion! The Highlight of the Night, Calvin Harris!
By that time his introduction had come to an end. Calvin had begun to make his way down the ramp slapping hands with a couple of fans on either side of the ramp. By the time he had reached the ringside area, He made a short quick dash towards the ring sliding under the bottom rope and standing up. He pointed towards one of the turnbuckles as the cheers from those in attendance continued. Running to that turnbuckle he stepped up to it on the second ring and looked out into the crowd. A slight smirk crossed his lips. As his music began to fade out Calvin hopped down and turned his attention to the match set to take place.
Simone: One thing we have to make note of going into this match is that Calvin is clearly favoring his ankle which I understand he tweaked before the show this evening.
Adams: Bad thing to have happen before such a big match. Now to see if Miles is the sort to use that type of thing to his advantage.
Dawn finishes her pre-match check of both competitors before calling for the bell...
DING DING DING!
There is very little of a feeling out process at the beginning as both men come right out of their respective corners and lock up immediately in the center of the ring. The two struggle and strain for the advantage in this Greco-Roman tie up, when the more experienced Internet Champion shifts and ducks behind Miles into a rear waist lock. Miles looks for a means to escape, trying to pry the hands of the champion apart but unable to. Calvin then hoists Miles off of his feet for a takedown to the canvas, bringing him down face and chest first to the canvas.
Simone: Calvin Harris doing what I believe to be the smartest thing he can while inside of the ring with a competitor likes Miles Kasey, and that is keeping him down on the mat.
Adams: All due respect to Calvin but he can't match Miles in aerial moves. Plus, this lets him keep off of that bad ankle.
Miles manages to roll to his backside, still with Calvin's arms wrapped around him from behind to maintain the advantage. Miles finally ducks under and in, reversing their positions and he now has Calvin pinned face-down in a hammerlock. Calvin slams a closed fist into the mat from the pain of having his arm wrenched so far up his back he can almost touch the back of his own head! Referee Dawn Barnes checks on the reigning champion in this non-title match but even though his cherished championship is not at stake, he still refuses to lose to something so simple as a hammerlock. Dawn asks him again but as soon as Calvin shakes his head no, Miles cranks the hold on, causing a holler of pain and shock come from Harris!
Adams: I think Miles should forget about Calvin's arm and shoulder and just go to work on that bad ankle.
Simone: Miles could have a very well laid out battle plan here. If he works on Calvin's arm and his ankle, he could effectively cripple the champion from any real offense.
Adams: Ah, touche'!
Miles slowly pulls Calvin up to his feet and while Calvin makes a grab for the nearest ring rope, Miles pulls him back to the center of the ring. using Harris's arm in the hold as a fulcrum point, Miles spins him around on his feet, building momentum until he sends him flying down and smacking the canvas again, maintaining the hammerlock!
Simone: I remember that in the old days, they called that move the flying pancake.
Adams: And you remembered.
Simone: .... Shut up.
This time, however, Miles adds increased pressure with the hold by somersaulti8ng over Calvin's back into a bridge, arching his back and really tearing away at Calvin's arm and shoulder! But STILL Calvin refuses to tap out and end the match in Miles's favor!
Adams: I think Miles wants to take Calvin's arm home with him!
But the vigilant champion sees an opening and uses his ring savvy to roll through the hold, just enough that he can get his foot draped across the bottom rope, forcing a break! Dawn just begins to count, but before she even reaches two, Miles breaks as instructed.
Adams: Because that's just the sorta guy Miles Kasey is.
Miles backs away with reluctance and Calvin rolls out to the ring apron, seated and favoring his arm. Dawn begins her own count against Harris but Calvin uses the time wisely to get some feeling back into his arm...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Miles then comes racing up from behind and baseball slides right into Harris, sending the Internet Champion careening off of the ring apron and onto the floor!
Simone: Miles is simply not going to allow himself to waste such an opportunity!
Miles backs off once again and watches as C alvin pulls himself up to his feet, and only then does Miles ignore the referee's instructions to grab the top rope and catapult himself up and over -- ONLY FOR Calvin TO STRIKE HIM DOWN IN MIDAIR WITH A SUPERKICK!!!
Adams: Ohh! What a shot! And in midair no less!
Simone: Miles Kasey might be OUT after a blow like that!
Miles is flat on his back, his eyes open but glassy as Calvin leans against the barricade, holding his foot in pain!
Simone: And bad news but I think Calvin Harris instinctively used his bad foot to fell Miles!
Indeed he did as Calvin openly limps to the ring as Dawn reaches the count of six and he rolls inside beneath the bottom rope, only to roll right back out to break her count and force her to begin anew. Calvin drags the limp, dead weight of Miles to his feet with great effort and he rolls him back inside of the ring and follows.
Adams: Times like this where it's hard to believe that Calvin is related to Michael Harris, isn't it?
Simone: Just a dollop. Michael would have gladly accepted a count out victory whereas Calvin wants an undisputed win.
Calvin with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-No! Miles kicks out!
Adams: There is still fight left in Miles Kasey!
Calvin throws him back down and hooks the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Miles gets a shoulder up!
Calvin throws him back down for a THIRD attempt, this time hooking BOTH legs!
ONE!
Miles kicks out!
Simone: No! Miles refuses to stay down!
Adams: And Calvin is starting to get frustrated!
Indeed as Calvin runs both hands down his face and stares at Miles who is trying to roll over and rise. Calvin stands up, limping, pulling Miles up along with him. Calvin picks him up for a scoop body slam when his foot suddenly gives out and he goes down with Miles right on top into an immediate cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Calvin kicks out!
Before Miles can follow up, Calvin strikes fast with a boot to the midsection, doubling over the younger competitor. Calvin quickly grabs him into a front face lock, hooks the inside leg an d brings him up and over with a fisherman's brain buster! Calvin grits his teeth, eyes closed tight and grabbing his ankle!
Adams: He hurt his ankle even worse by picking Miles up like that!
Simone: And this is giving Miles that extra time to recover from that brain buster maneuver!
Calvin scoots further back and covers Miles, hooking the inside leg!
ONE!
TWO!
.... Dawn stops the count, causing Calvin to look up and see Miles's boot draped over the bottom rope!
Simone: That is where you know Calvin Harris is not at one hundred percent! He ordinarily would not make such a rookie mistake!
Calvin is kicking himself as he stares from Miles to the official before using the ropes to help get himself to a standing base. Calvin drags Miles back to his feet and sends him straight into the neutral corner, face and chest first! Calvin comes in after him as quickly as he can but Miles leapfrogs up and over him -- but Calvin quickly catches him in a fireman's carry and drops him with a Death Valley Driver!
Adams: Oh! Oh! Calvin is grabbing his ankle again!
Simone: Supporting his own weight was bad enough but Miles's added weight on top of that was just too much!
Dawn checks on both men but Calvin stubbornly waves her off! Grabbing at his ankle, he grits his teeth and forces his way back to a vertical base. Calvin then staggers out through the ropes and onto the apron.
Adams: Now what is the champ doing???
Calvin slowly begins to climb the corner...
Simone: This could be a grave mistake on Calvin's part! He is not one hundred percent!
It takes longer than normal with his bad ankle, but Calvin reaches the top. He slowly stands and launches himself for a frog splash -- but Miles rolls out of the way and Calvin CRASHES!!! Miles is back up and he grabs Calvin by the boot and locks on an ankle lock!!!
Adams: Ankle lock! Ankle lock! Miles IS going for the bad ankle!!
Simone: Miles Kasey was just WAITING for that door to open and he's charging right in!
Calvin YELLS in pain as Miles has his ankle twisted and pulled! Calvin props himself up onto his hands, arms stretched out as Dawn asks him if he wants to tap and he looks close to doing so! Miles rolls the bad ankle as Calvin REACHES for the ropes and he somehow manages to hook ONE finger and this alone forces the break!
Adams: Are you KIDDING me!? ONE finger!?
Simone: Rules are rules!
Dawn forces Miles back and she checks on Calvin, ready to call this one but Calvin absolutely demands she not! Miles then says "screw this!" and he moves right in but Calvin uses this and catches him in a drop toe hold that causes Miles to fall face and throat first against the ropes! Stunned, Miles falls through the ropes and to the apron where he pulls himself back to his feet. Calvin limps forward after him but Miles lands a high kick to the head that staggers Harris, knocking him back several steps! Miles then uses the top rope to catapult himself back inside and he springboards back with a picture perfect moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
Calvin gets a shoulder up!
And Miles goes right back to the ankle!
Simone: Miles knows what he's doing! He is going to disable the champion!
Calvin knows it too and he reaches again for the ropes but this time Miles drags him right back to the center of the ring and drops down to the mat, scissoring Calvin's leg and continuing to work over his bad ankle! He tries to drag himself toward the ropes but is unable with Miles's weight! Calvin covers his head with both arms, fighting the pain but it is UNBEARABLE! Dawn asks him if he wants to tap out or submit and he looks close! Calvin raises a hand...!
Adams: He's going to tap! He's going to tap!!
But he clenches his fist and BITES it, bearing down on the agony! Calvin again pushes himself up onto extended forearms as Miles releases the leg scissors and stands for leverage! Calvin then tucks his head in and under and somersaults over, throwing Miles over as well into a Victory roll, Calvin managing to hook a leg!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner -- Calvin HARRIS!!!
Calvin rolls from the ring and stands on one leg as Dawn raises his arm, leaving a shocked Miles sitting up, wondering WTF just happened!
Adams: What the heck just happened!?
Simone: Calvin Harris just pulled one out of thin air, that's what just happened! Miles had everything going in his favor and it was the experience of the Internet Champion that let him skate past by the skin of his teeth!
Climax Control returns as Keira is seen in the ring. She gives a smile on this as she says
Keira: Well, I offer a challenge and so far. I've seen a good bit. But I kinda wanted to wait to come out here tonight to see who comes out here Face to Face.
Keira gives a giggle as she says
Keira: So, last chance. Whoever comes out here, face me next week! I promise you a good fi–
All of a sudden, some new music plays as Keira turns to the tron. Asylum by Disturbed is playing as she wonders who's coming out for this. Her eyes widen as she sees Kat Jones come out. Kat is holding a mic of her own as she enters the ring. Keira gives a grin for the moment as Kat takes the mic to her lips and says
Kat: So, I heard you wanting a fight?
Keira: I do.
Kat: Funny. Considering I wanted to fight you for some time. Believe it or not, Keira. You've been on my dream match list for some time.
Keira gives a smirk on this as she says
Keira: You know what? So have you on mine. I'll keep it short and sweet. You want this match? You got it. October 1st, Climax Control. You and me, Kat.
Keira gets close, but more of a face off stance as she says
Keira: Let's tear the roof off this place!
Kat: I can't wait.
The two stare at each other in a face off as the crowd cheers.
Simone: Ohhh! Clash of two titans next week between Keira and Kat!
Adams: I don't know if the ring can handle their battle, but I know it will be a HELL of a fight!
The scene fades on it.
The cameras found themselves cutting away from the ring side area, but when they did. They found themselves not even in the building. Instead they found themselves focusing on a firepit. Each flame seemed to rise higher and higher with each passing moment. Out of the darkness on the other side appeared the SCW Heavyweight Champion: Michael Harris. A bit of a deranged look in his eyes as he focused on the fire while speaking out loud.
Michael Harris: Last week did not go the way I intended...
His voice was low, but had that grainy sound to it.
Michael Harris: Not in the sense that I didn't accomplish what I set out to accomplish with James. Oh no, that went picture-perfect. I baited him right into my plan, just like he baited me. And he never saw it coming. I can't even begin to put it into words, how ecstatic I am to know that at High Stakes. I'm going to be able to take everything from James. But instead it didn't go my way into the sense of the bullshit ass match that was set for tonight. Myself and James being forced to co-exist against Goth and Peter Vaughn? Yeah, not on my agenda at all.
Harris shook his head from side to side for a moment. One could only imagine the fit that the crowd was having inside the venue at this point. Having to deal with this man anymore than they had to was something that wasn't on his agenda.
Michael Harris: I knew from the start that the Saviors as they like to call themselves weren't good enough to stand across the ring from myself. Hell, they weren't even good enough to stand across the ring from James. That's the only time you're going to hear me compliment that manchild. But it's the truth. And then I got to sit back and listen to everything they had to say. I got to listen to their mindset. I got to listen to how they envisioned things going. And truth be told. It's the first time in months that I've laughed. I mean truly laughed. Because these two men could not have been any more clueless. Nor could they be any more wrong than what they are.
His voice made it sound like he was in a state of disgust.
Michael Harris: Goth, you're about as delusional as Ariana Angelos. You really don't understand common sense. You don't understand that it doesn't matter how long you have been here. It doesn't matter how many championships you've had before. It doesn't matter how many main events you've been in. It's all in the past and the past doesn't matter. Only the present and the future is what matters, but that's a concept you can't grasp. And because of that you truly think you deserve a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship... You silly bitch.
Once again he shook his head from side to side.
Michael Harris: You've done nothing. I truly mean nothing to deserve a shot at me or my championship. For one, you can't stay fucking healthy. You call yourself the messiah of pain, but you're so fragile that the most mild case of a headache is enough to put you on the shelf for three to four months. You're physically weak and you're mentally weak. You couldn't last five minutes in the ring with me. That is the cold harsh reality. You're about to be served that medicine here very soon. And it doesn't matter how much you look at the bible. You may think you have the devil figured out, but you don't. All that bible thumping you're doing is forever setting you back just that much more. As a matter of fact, I got one particular verse for you. One that you should focus on. One that you should put into play. One that you should practice every day until it happens. Harris 23 reads... Dig a grave and lay in it.
The intense look in his eyes said everything it needed to say. There certainly wasn't any love lost between the two men.
Michael Harris: And Peter? Peter... Peter... Peter. I was willing to give you your due for the most part. I gave you the best advice I could give you in order to see you succeed. To put you on the right path. To become everything you've become outside of these walls. And what do you do? You spit in my face. You throw dirt on my name. And you try to make yourself seem as if you are more important than what you are. This is why I've been as selfish as I have been most of my career. Because when you offer a helping hand. No one takes it. Instead they use it as a chance to disrespect you.
His face still twisted up in disgust with every word that came out of his mouth.
Michael Harris: Clearly, Mr. Vaughn... You think very highly of yourself. You think very highly of Goth. You think very highly of the Saviors. But in thinking highly of all of that. You're allowing yourself to be blinded. You're allowing yourself to be disassociated with reality. I mean look at the Saviors as a whole. Look at who's back you and Goth are piggybacking off of. Mac Bane and Ken Davison, two men that got the Saviors to be a thing and two men that you hold in high regard. But at the same time two men that I beat the shit out of and sent packing. They never stood a chance. It's why they tucked their tail between their legs and went running for the hills. Mac and Ken are certainly better talents than you and Goth. So, what in the world makes you think that either one of you stands a chance? You don't. You never did. And as long as you pledge your allegiance to Goth. You're never going to be anything special. Enjoy the mediocrity.
Those flames were starting to get a little higher. Almost reaching towards the man's face as he peered down over them and kept that gaze upon the fire.
Michael Harris: Simply put gentlemen. I'm a man that wants to see the world burn. But in order to have that great fire. You have to start somewhere. I start with Goth and Vaughn. Throwing their useless bodies in this pit to kick it all off. After all, no one is going to miss either one of you. Thank you for your service, it'll be fun listening to your screams...
The evil laugh that began to escape the champion's lips at that moment was enough to send chills up even the most brave people's spine. His eyes still focused on that fire. That serving as the message before the main event. Cameras finally cut away and back to the ring for the next scheduled contest of the night.
Simone: It's Main Event Time Folks! And this match proves that Christian isn't the only boss with a sadistic sense of humour because Mark Ward made this match last week after Michael Harris vs. J2H III was made official for High Stakes! They will team up to take on The Saviours members Goth and the SCW Roulette Champion Peter Vaughn and if there is any physical altercation between these two hated rivals? They will be fired on the spot!
Adams: The whole rivalry began when J2H and Devona won this year's Blast from the Past Tournament and whilst Devona was unsuccessful in dethroning Courtney Pierce at Summer
XTreme J2H added yet another championship to his record by ending Michael's first reign! This lead to a rematch at Violent Conduct a few weeks ago and now they are set to go at it one last time! As for The Saviours? Goth just returned from the injury he suffered in the Blast from the Past Tournament and Peter Vaughn has been dominant as the SCW Roulette Champion since he won it! In fact, just last week he turned away his latest challenger in Rodrigo Alfonso in the opening match!Simone: This should be a heated battle! Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening and is a Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall! And if there is any violence between J2H and Michael Harris, they will be fired on the spot!
The buzz of the night is clear by the excitement of the ground. Then all of the sudden the arena lights go completely out. For just a few seconds it is pitch black within the arena and leaving everyone in a state of confusion. All of the sudden the opening sounds of Disturbed's "Immortalized" began to play throughout the arena's speakers. The sheer sound of the song had the crowd eating out of the palm of the Superstar's hand. They voiced their opinions in a very negative manner. All of which seemed to be falling upon deaf ears. Because taking center stage at that moment with a single spotlight shining down on him was the Immortal himself, Michael Harris.
He was down on both knees with his traditional all black leather jacket on. Bringing his arms out at his side as if he was telling people to worship him. Looking right up into the lights of the spotlight as the boos only got louder. This lasted for a couple of seconds before he forced himself up to his feet. That sinister smirk spread all across his lips while he peered into the ground. Soaking in the hatred being thrown at him from the audience in attendance. That smirk of his seemed all the more inviting for them to bring it on.
Justin: Introducing first from Chicago Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is a wrestling icon, a legend of sports entertainment, and a man that is forever immortalized in the world of professional wrestling. Better than you in every single aspect of life, and the reigning SCW World Heavyweight Champion, MIIIIICCCCHHHAAAEEEELLLL HAAARRRRIIIISSSSSS!"
By the time he had been properly introduced Harris had made a couple of steps down the ramp away. Stopping right there to look out at the crowd that continued to boo him so heavily. This is when Harris let his eyes focus on the cameras that were following him down to the ring, smarting off to them: "Yes, let the hate flow. I love every bit of it!" as a sarcastic chuckle left his lips following his statement. Harris continued his journey down to the ringside area. Reaching up to the middle rope and pulling himself onto the apron. Wiping his feet off on the apron, he then swung one leg over the middle rope, and ducked down to put himself into the ring.
Harris turned himself to the middle of the ring as he dropped back down to his knees with the spotlight still on him. His arms reaching out to either side of him once again allowing the crowd their chance to worship him yet again. Of course this was met by an onslaught of boos and even a couple of choice words that were being hurled in his direction. Right away, Harris forced himself up to a vertical basis as he flipped the crowd off with both hands. Laughing like a mad man in the process. As he began to back into his corner and remove the jacket he had on. The music began to fade out setting up for the match.
Simone: Are we looking at this year's Most Hated wrestler? Because there's been a lot of stiff competition for Michael this year!
Adams: Including his own partner!
The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage.
Justin: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is J2H!
J2H is wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the centre of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to Michael, looking him up and down before the match starts.
Simone: You can cut the tension between J2H and Michael with a knife!
Adams: Especially when either of them attacking each other will cost them their jobs!
Justin: And their opponents! First, about to enter the arena being accompanied by his wife Melissa and Kat Jones, standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!!!
The words fade as we hear the guitar play from the legendary singer before Johnny Cash starts to sing. This brings out Melissa and Kat Jones upon the entrance ramp, both stand on either side before Goth walks out wearing a dark overall and a mask with a crown of thorns attached to it as he stares towards the ring.
Justin: Currently residing from Manhattan, New York!!! He is the Messiah of Pain!!!!! Goth!!!!
Goth raises his head towards the air as he extends his arms, both Melissa and Kat walk towards the ring as he follows them shortly towards the ring. The two women walk up the ramp as they open up the ropes for Goth. He slowly steps through the ropes before the lights go down when Johnny Cash sings that There Ain't No Grave Can Hold My Body Down. The lights come back up again as Goth has taken off the overall and can be seen standing in the middle of the ring still wearing the crown. Melissa slowly takes it off as this gives Goth the chance to look at the entrance ramp to before he stares down his opponents.
Simone: Goth has been with SCW for many years and the injury he suffered at the start of the year scared many!
Adams: Thankfully he's since recovered! No news on when Melissa will return to the ring though!
Justin: And his partner!
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 185ibs he is the reigning SCW Roulette Champion, "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.
Simone: As you said earlier Jason, Peter is just coming off his latest defence and is going from last week's opening match to this week's Main Event!
Adams: But with all due respect to Rodrigo Alfonso, he's no J2H or Michael Harris! In fact I bet Peter's relieved that his title's not on the line and I'd say the same for Michael for that matter!
Jasmine tries to get the four men to go to their respective corners and decide on who's starting the match for their teams but there's one slight problem, J2H and Michael can't stop glaring at each other! Goth and Peter share a look before nodding and blindsiding their opponents, Peter on J2H and Goth on Michael and Jasmine calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: That's one way to end the stalemate! An all out brawl between J2H, Michael, Goth, and Peter!
Adams: J2H and Michael had better be careful because of Mark's ruling last week!
At first it seems like J2H and Harris are going to honour that stipulation as they go at it with their respective dance partners but soon the element of surprise that Goth and Peter had on their side goes away as J2H and Michael start fighting back, eventually they send The Saviours members sprawling to the outside, J2H with a dropkick on Peter and Michael with a clothesline on Goth that sends him over the ropes! But whilst Kat and Melissa regroup with Peter and Goth respectively? Michael and J2H back into each other and spin around with their fists raised expecting a member of the opposition only to stop when they see their partner!
Simone: Oh! That was close! The adrenaline from the brawl almost led to J2H and Michael coming to blows!
Adams: Almost being the keyword there! The tension is there but they know they can't risk their jobs or losing to Goth and Peter! And even if backing into someone somehow counted as an attack? They obviously weren't paying attention!
The standoff gets resolved for J2H and Michael as Goth trips up Michael and pulls him out of the ring whilst inside the ring? Peter has come up from behind J2H with a surprise roll up!
ONE!
Simone: I guess this makes J2H and Peter the legal men by default!
TWO!
Adams: There's no way a surprise roll up will beat J2H but Peter is smart to make him use up his energy!
And sure enough J2H kicks out! On the outside of the ring Peter leaves Goth lying on the matt with a Clothesline before he returns to his team's apron to (begrudgingly) cheer on J2H whilst his partner and Peter get back to their feet and J2H tries to regain the advantage over Peter with a Superkick! But Peter catches J2H's foot before spinning the Hall of Famer around and nailing him with a backstabber! Peter goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And J2H kicks out! Goth returns to the ring apron and Peter takes the opportunity to tag him in.
Simone: We almost had a dream match between J2H and Vaughn there but Vaughn is tagging in Goth for a respite!
Adams: And given Goth and J2H's history? He's chomping at the bit to get at J2H! But Michael needs to tag in!
Once Goth and Peter swap positions Goth drags J2H out of the corner and hits him with a Gothplex! J2H lands hard in the middle of the ring and Goth goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And J2H kicks out!
Simone: It's not often that we see J2H looking this vulnerable, wonder if he's not putting in his usual effort to screw over Michael?
Adams: Only problem with that theory is that J2H would be screwing over himself in the process and giving massive boosts to the careers of Goth and Peter!
Goth shakes his head before dragging up J2H and hitting him with an Atomic Drop and following that up with a clothesline! And then dragging J2H up for a Double Arm DDT! Goth goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Michael gets in the ring to break it up! But seeing Michael coming Goth moves at the last second before he can bring his foot down and Michael barely stops himself from stomping on J2H!
Simone: A smart move by Goth there! Exploiting Mark's ruling to try to get J2H and Michael DQed and fired!
Adams: Michael was just BARELY able to stop himself and here comes Peter to get rid of him!
Indeed, Peter sprints across the ring and takes Michael down with a Spear before Jasmine can do anything about it (and Michael is careful to land as far away from J2H's prone body as possible) before they both roll out of the ring! Back in the Goth smirks at his partner's actions as he picks up J2H…….and gets caught with a roll-up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth kicks out! Both men get back to their feet but Goth quickly goes back down after eating a Superkick from J2H! J2H goes for another pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Peter breaks it up! Peter drags Goth over to his team's corner before tagging himself in and he immediately pounces on J2H as soon as Jasmine declares his tag legal but J2H catches him with a Flip Piledriver! J2H goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Peter kicks out! J2H and Peter are slow to get to their feet but when they do Peter goes for a clothesline only for J2H to duck it and hit a Springboard Tornado DDT on Peter! J2H goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And J2H kicks out! But it seems that all the energy in J2H and Peter's bodies have been spent because they are out and Goth and (a VERY reluctant) Michael are calling for the tag!
Simone: After J2H spent most of the match practically wrestling The Saviors in a handicap match now Michael is ready to tag him in!
Adams: Let's be honest! Michael was probably enjoying watching Goth and Peter beat up J2H!
Melissa and Kat cheer on Peter as Goth waits for the tag from Peter but Michael is the only one cheering on J2H as he crawls over to make the tag! J2H does make it to the corner first but he takes a second to flip Michael the bird before he makes the tag and rolls out of the ring! Michael comes in like a house on fire as Peter tags in Goth and is met with a series of clotheslines for his trouble¬! Peter doesn't even wait long enough to get back onto the ring apron as he charges in to try to disrupt the champ's momentum but gets Military Press Slammed by Michael for his troubles!
Simone: Michael has been chomping at the bit to get tagged in by J2H and it shows!
Adams: And Goth and Peter are feeling it now!
Peter rolls out of the ring as Goth gets back to his feet and eats a Running Big Boot from Michael! Michael goes for his first pin of the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth kicks out! Michael shakes his head before picking up Goth only for the veteran to rake Michael's eyes! Goth then rums to the ropes to attempt a move of some kind but Michael cuts him off with a vicious looking Gore! Peter is on the top rope and launches himself at Michael only to get a taste of Michael's Gore for his troubles!
Simone: Michael with The Brooklyn Knockout on both Saviours! And in Peter's case? Literally knocking him out of mid-air!
Adams: Will this be enough?
We are about to find out as Michael goes for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth kicks out! J2H gets on the apron to berate Michael for not getting the job done and the rivals argue unwillingly giving Goth a chance to tag in Peter! Peter tries to attack Michael from behind, ostensibly to try to knock him into J2H, but J2H alerts Michael to Peter's plan and the World Champ catches the Roulette Champ with a Headbutt followed by a Fisherman's Suplex! Michael bridges for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Peter kicks out! Both men get to their feet and Peter shoves Michael towards the ring ropes (but away from J2H) before trying for a Flying Body Press! But Michael catches the smaller opponent and turns it into a Running Powerslam! Michael goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth breaks it up! Goth doesn't even let Michael react to this before he drags Peter to his team's corner and makes the tag! Michael tries to cut off Goth but Goth catches the champ with a Double Arm DDT before calling for the finish.
Simone: Goth has called for the Chaos ADDT!
Adams: Is he about to pin the World Champ?
The answer is no as Michael counters it into his Grapevined Dragon Sleeper! Seeing that the end is nigh Peter tries to intervene but J2H cuts him off with a Jumping Kick!
Simone: Immortalized from Michael on Goth and J2H hits Peter with Solid Gold!
Adams: Peter's out and Goth has nowhere to go, stick a fork in them, they are done!
J2H makes sure Peter is out of the ring and keeps his distance right as Goth taps!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners by submission, Michael Harris and J2H!
Simone: Michael and J2H get the win despite the animosity!
Adams: But how long can the peace last?
Michael lets go off the hold and stares down J2H, J2H says nothing, instead making a belt motion around his waist before leaving the ring.
Adams: I hate to say it but J2H and Michael Harris make a good team.
Simone: I would have to agree, but I've just been told something huge for next week. Next week, both J2H and Michael Harris will pick each others opponents in a pick your poison style matches that will be beat the clock! Should either man win, the fastest to do so will get to pick the stipulation for High Stakes!
Adams: That is huuuuuuuuuuuge news!
Simone: But that is all we have time for! Join us next week for that and some more hard hitting action! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying good night everybody!
THANK YOU! to everyone who wrote for this show!