Amanda: Oh. My God. Bryan!
Look at his crotch!
It is so big!
He looks like one of those "Drag Queen's Boyfriends".
But, you know. Who understands those drag queens?
They only talk to him because he looks like a total hustler.
I mean, his buldge is just so big!
I can't believe it's just so round!
It's just like "Out There".
I mean, gross!
Look! He's just so huge!

The rap music starts...

Amanda: I like big cocks and I cannot lie!
Go, nuts and I can't deny.
That when a man walks in with a buldge in his pants, it puts me in a trance.
I get hot. Wanna rip off jeans.
I'm the worst of all sized queens.
Deep in his shorts he's wearing. I'm hooked and I can't stop staring.
Oh baby, I wanna get wit' cha. And take your picture.
My sisters tried to warn me, but that rod you got makes me so horny.

He's dumb as dirt, but he's got a big cock.
He's ulgy as sin, but he's got a big cock.
He's semi-retarted, but he's got a big cock.
So he killed a few people, he's got a big cock!

The rap music ends and the biker wraps an arm around Amanda's waist and escorts her from the stage to the laughter and applause from the fans.

The camera cuts to ringside with Belinda Simone and Jason Adams seated at the broadcast booth.

Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to the next eg of the journey on the Road to December 2 Dismember V! I am Belinda Simone…

Adams: I'm wondering where the bloody hell Amanda GETS these songs… oh! I mean, I'm Jason Adams!

Simone: As I said, we are just three weeks away from the final Supercard event of 2023! We are narrowing down what to expect and things could not be any more exciting! In fact, tonight we kick things off with one-half of the World Mixed Tag Team Champions, Finn Whelan, stepping into the singles ranks to face Iconic Dubois!

Adams: Oliver Zahn - or Oz I guess - is tired of being on the losing side and he told Eiley he is going to get them back on the winning side, and tonight he goes one on one against the man he challenged last week, Helluva Bottom Carter!

Simone: Then we have two men set to challenge for two separate championships in Tucson on December 17, face each other here tonight as the Roulette Challenger, 'Unbreakable' Eddie Lyons goes up against the Internet Challenger, none other than Austin James Mercer!

Adams: Then it's the second of two World Bombshell Qualifiers! Former World Champion Seleana Zdunich faces Bella Madison! The winner faces Krystal Wolfe next week!

Simone: Alexander Raven is set to challenge J2H for the World Heavyweight Championship at December 2 Dismember V but tonight he faces Peter Vaughn in a non-title match!

Adams: Ariana Angelos has been cleared to compete after that attack by Courtney Pierce and tonight she makes her first - and possibly last - Bombshell Roulette defense against Bea Barnhart!

Simone: And then in the Main Event, for the World Bombshell Championship! The reigning champion Julianna DiMaria defends her title against one of the greatest female stars ever in Sin City Wrestling - Mercedes Vargas! All this and more on Climax Control!

In the back, we come to the hallway just past the curtains to see Matty Mallow pacing back and forth with his phone pressed to his ear.

Matty: Come on… pick up…

There is a moment of silence before Matty gasps.

Matty: Finally! Where are you? You're supposed to have your match coming up against Bobbie Dahl…

He pauses for an answer before responding.

Matty: You what? … Why?

Matty stops pacing and looks around.

Matty: I told you that you shouldn't have bought that ukulele… No I couldn't have stopped you and you know it…

Matty sighs and looks at the camera shaking his head.

Matty: You don't wanna know…

He turns his attention back to the call.

Matty: I don't know why they did that. I mean, tis the season, right? … Oh, nevermind… That was just wrong of you. Those poor people… Yeah we're on camera right now. FaceTime? Okay…

Matty hangs up his phone and almost instantly, it begins to ring. He answers it and turns it to face the camera. On the screen, we see Kandy, wearing an elf hat with fake mistletoe on the side. She is also wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that lights up.

Matty: It's way too early…

Kandy: Never! Well, at least not once they start playing Christmas music on the radio, and it's been weeks, so… Anyway, hello all of you happy people!

A cheer is heard for a moment before it quiets down some.

Kandy: I wanted to apologize to you all and Bobbie for not being there tonight. I was a little too spirited for the people on the airplane.

Matty: You mean you kept walking up and down the aisles singing Christmas songs and playing a ukulele?

Kandy: Or that. And I tried so hard to get another flight but there was no way… I hope you can all forgive me. I thought the passengers were enjoying it. But then I started singing Mariah Carey Christmas, and I think that tipped the iceberg.

Matty puts his palm against his forehead and starts shaking his head.

Matty: Put the ukulele away next time. The fans might want to hear that in person, and you owe it to them.

The crowd let out a resounding "No."

Kandy: So true. Well, I'm going to try to find the next flight out that way. I hope I get the chance to face Bobbie soon. Think positive!

Kandy waves and then ends the call. Matty sighs one last time before putting his phone in his pocket.

Matty: That is so Kandy…

Matty laughs to himself as he walks off camera and the scene fades elsewhere.

The ever-flamboyant Holly Wood steps carefully through the ropes, remaining bent over for longer than necessary to give the cameraman ample time to get a clear shot of her black, booty-shorts covered backside before stepping the rest of the way through the ropes. Sporting her referee cut-off belly T, Holly sashays past Justin Decent from behind, pinching his backside in the process before taking hr place in the corner as the introductions are set to begin.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Flakes of golden sparkles fall from the rafters. Lights dim, fans lose their minds, covered in golden flakes knowing what comes next. The vibe changes to GET IT in the sold out SCW stadium. Strobe lights accompany the change in tone to a delightful summer pallet of light oranges and blues. Childish Gambino's trademark hit "This is America" entices the feel to its fullest realization point. Dancing behind the illuminated entrance curtain is the iconic image. He jukes, jives, and glides out of the ramp to a massive babyface ovation. He holds a mic to his lips playfully but in a definite way that is not lip singing. Smiling perfectly, he dips and moves side to side while also showing his stellar athleticism and quickness through a funnel of lightning shaped beams.

His gold & black sparkling jacket catches wide eyes everywhere in the house. Dubois raising his hands and eyebrows, egging on fans to get wild enough, and he may just double back to slap their hands too. Moving verbally lyric to lyric within the vibe his gravity naturally creates. Twinkling his fingers, he grins like the chesire cat on his way down the ramp, all whilst in perfect song rhythm to step by step. He drives the fans mad who reach over the barrier to get a glimpse every time Dubois stops hitting musical high highs and low lows throughout the lyrical verses.

Justin: Introducing first - making his way toward the ring! Iconic Dubois!!!

Dubois touches hands with his following, then bashfully smiles, finally turning back as promised for another round of high fives, ramping the energy up more. They hug him while security gets its collective shit together. Dubois smiles big, singing masterfully to the tune, stopping at the ring base on a large beat, hopping vertically backwards up onto the ring apron behind! He winks at the ref, chop-kicking to the music, greeting fans on every side of his blank artistic canvas. His charm ravishes the crowd to his favor almost instantaneously, with very few haters remaining. 'This is America,' simmers as he competes the last line. Iconic Dubois looks up blushing at the crowd, infecting their quivering eyes with stylish one of a kind dazzle. What could be next? Our hero seems ready to paint another masterpiece on this blank canvas.

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights dim down and cast the arena in a red glow, and for a moment -- only a moment -- the crowd quiets down just a smidge. The drum riff opening that carries into an aggressive rhythm of guitar chords breaks out as "Black Lungs" by Architects blares out over the P.A. System. This brings the crowd to their feet -- both in a positive and negative reaction, completely mixed.

The spotlight doesn't fall upon the stage, instead flowing across the crowd as the lyrics describe more than just a time in the world. Finn Whelan appears not from the curtain, but from one of the visitor entrances with a semi-cocky swagger written into his denim jeans. He stops at the top of the steps for a moment, a slight smirk on his face as he glances down at the people around him, blockaded off by the typical burly security guards. The crowd is not booing, but they're not exactly cheering either. He sets his eyes upon the ring below, and then makes his way down slowly, ignoring the people around him though a few of them clap him on the shoulders as he descends.

Justin: He is one-half of the World Mixed Tag Team Champions! From Killarney, County Kerry, Republic of Ireland by way of Seattle, Washington! Finn! Whelan!!

At the barrier, he slings himself over and slides immediately underneath the bottom rope and leaps to his feet in the center of the ring. He heads directly for the ropes in front of him, and hops up onto the bottom one, bouncing slightly as he looks back at the crowd, choosing a few choice words to share with them. e drops down from it, and pulls of his vest as he heads to his place against the turnbuckle, leaning into it and looking upwards at his opponent as his music fades out.

Holly calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Before Finn can turn around to face his opponent, a lightning quick Dubois races across the ring and strikes him from behind with a dropkick! The blow knocks Whelan against the ropes and as he ricochets backward, Dubois leaps over him with a fluid sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Finn kicks out!

Adams: Holy--! We almost had a fast upset right there!

Simone: I can't imagine how Finn Whelan would have reacted had Dubois beat him within the first ten seconds of this match!

Finn rolls through and is on his feet but Dubois is right there on the attack, striking him with heavy forearm blows to the head that drive him back against the ropes! Dubois sets him up for an Irish whip but Finn reverses it! Dubois jumps into the ropes and springboards back into a moonsault but Finn dodges it and Dubois lands on his feet! Finn spins around and Dubois feigns a roundhouse kick that Whelan blocks and grabs his leg but Dubois drops and strikes back with a Pele kick! Finn falls back against the ropes and as he staggers forward, Dubois races right up the near corner and leaps back, laying Finn out with a high cross body!

ONE!

TWO!

Again Finn kicks out!

Adams: ANOTHER near fall in the opening moments!

Simone: One has to wonder if when Finn asked for this match, if he even bothered to prepare for it.

Dubois is all over Finn as the champion struggles to his feet, Dubois striking hard and fast between forearms and kicks to drive Whelan back into the corner! Dubois then attempts an Irish whip into the far neutral corner but Finn hangs on and reverses it, sending Dubois in instead! Finn races in and Dubois leapfrogs back and scissors Finn's head -- but Whelan throws him off and as Dubois falls, Finn delivers a hard knee strike to the head that wipes Dubois out!

Simone: If ANYTHING puts Finn Whelan in control of this match...!

Adams: Dubois isn't looking very 'Iconic' right now, is he?

Dubois is dazed and falls back into the corner where Finn begins to deliver the boots to his exposed upper body! Holly orders him to back away from the corner but Finn is relentless and Holly Wood begins to count against the champion...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

... Finn halt his attack but only to drag Dubois to his feet where he drives elbow after elbow into the side of his head and upper body! Finn then backs up a step as if by Holly's bidding but then he jumps back in and delivers a high knee strike to Dubois's head! Dubois staggers out from the corner and Finn springboards from the ropes, launching into a missile dropkick that sends Dubois tumbling! Finn jackknifes him in half for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Dubois escapes the pin!

Simone: And now that Finn Whelan is in control, things are going to get bad for Iconic Dubois.

Finn drags Dubois to a vertical base where he sends him staggering back on his feet with a knife edge chop, followed up by a spinning back fist right to the kisser! The blow knocks Dubois around on his feet and Finn wraps his arms around him from behind and hits a release German suplex right into the corner!

Adams: Oh did you see how the back of Dubois's head hit the turnbuckle???

Finn drags Dubois from out of the corner to make a rather lazy cover, draped across his upper body.

ONE!

TWO!

Dubois shoots his left shoulder up off of the mat.

Simone: And Finn with a rather sinister smirk on his face. I don't think he intended for that pinfall to take.

Adams: That or... ohhh boy! Looky at who's here!

The camera catches none other than the FORMER Mixed Tag Team Champions, Oliver Zahn and Eiley, at the top of the stage!

Simone: What are they doing out here??? Oliver is scheduled to compete after this match against Helluva Bottom Carter!

Oliver and Eiley have set up two chairs and are kicking back, relaxing in them while munching on popcorn while watching the goings on inside of the ring!

Adams: I guess they want to send a message to Finn?

Indeed as now Finn has taken notice of their presence, and is standing at the ropes. There is an exchange of words being tossed back and forth between the champion and former champions, both Eiley and Oz taunting Whelan and throwing popcorn in his direction. Suddenly Dubois rolls Finn up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

Finn kicks out!

Adams: Close!

Simone: And I bet Eiley and Oliver would have just LOVED if their presence had cost Finn Whelan this match!

Finn is back to his feet and he throws a wild punch at Dubois who ducks under and brings Whelan down with a Crucifix!

ONE!

TWO!

Finn kicks out again!

Finn rolls to his side and is the victim of a side kick right to the head, courtesy of Iconic Dubois!

Adams: Where is he getting this second wind from??

Dubois stomps around the ring, rallying the fans behind him as Finn rolls over to his hands and knees, dazed. Dubois runs over and uses his back as a launching pad to get to the top of the corner! Finn finally stands up and Dubois flies from the top, crashing into Whelan with a corkscrew plancha! Dubois with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Finn kicks out!

Eiley and Oliver protest, throwing popcorn everywhere!

Dubois drags Finn up into a dragon sleeper and collapses into a reverse DDT! Dubois signals to the crowd who are on their feet as he climbs the corner, facing them. Dubois stands tall and he leaps back for a dazzling moonsault -- and right into Whelan's knees stomach-first!

Simone: THAT has to be a costly error!

Adams: I hope Dubois didn't overdo it in catering!

Finn drags a retching Dubois to a standing position and twists his arm into an overhead wrist lock. Finn then rears back and strikes -- WITH A HEART PUNCH! Dubois's eyes are wide and he slowly sinks to his knees, clutching his sternum and he falls over slowly to his side and then back. Finn just stands there, staring out at Zahn and Eiley before he slowly looks back down at his fallen opponent. Finn proceeds to drag the man back to his feet from behind, hooks him up into a rear grapple and hits...

Adams: Revelation 6:4!!

Finn with the cover, his eyes staring straight out at Eiley and Zahn!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- FINN WHELAN!!!

Finn remains on his knees as Holly raises his arm in victory, Finn's eyes never leaving his opponents for December 2 Dismember V!

We get a beautiful transition from one scene to another as we see Bella Madison standing back with backstage reporter Pussy Willow. Bella is in the midst of last minute stretches as Ms. Willow begins to speak.

Pussy: Ladies and gentlemen, joining me at this time as she prepares for her upcoming match against Seleana Zdunich tonight, I have with me Bella Madison. Bella, thank you for giving me a moment of your time.

Bella: Of course! I'm sure some questions need to be asked here. So ask away.

Pussy: Actually I just had one, and was wondering if you had seen the tweet that was sent out by the SCW Bombshell Champion, Julianna DiMaria earlier today.

Bella: Truth be told, I think I did but can't for the life of me remember. And it's not a knock on the champ, but I do keep myself rather busy these days.

Pussy: Well, then allow me to read it for you, if I may.

Bella: Oh by all means.

Our glorious backstage announce puts some glasses on and brings up her phone to so she can read it and show Bella at the same time.

Bella: I didn't know you needed glasses....

Pussy: Actually, I don't. I just thought they'd look good for this...

Bella: Oh well by all means, as you were.

Ms. Willow clears her throat and adjusts the frames which make it clear that it has no lenses in them.

Bella: Nice touch.

Pussy: "AT PWSBellaPhoenix Good luck to you tonight. I'm not sorry for winning against your mother in my second match here. Maybe use that for motivation? Cool story... that whole "avenging your mother" bit... if you can get by Seleana and Krystal. Too bad I'd foil it in the end" "winky face" ...at least I think that's what that is. You'd think in a world that gives us emojis, the need for the semi-colon and parenthesis wasn't really necessary anymore.

Bella: Some people are old school, Ms. Willow. We all know this.

Pussy: This is true. But I was hoping to get your reaction and see if you have any words for the Bombshell Champ?

Bella: About her thinking that if I get past Seleana tonight she can try and get me in my head by bringing up the ONE match she had with my mom and thinking that I have revenge in my head? Has she not paid attention to anything that I have ever done? *siiiiiiiiiiigh* Actually no you know what? I have one thing to say to Julianna and it's a lesson that I have picked up from my own 3.5 month daughter. And Ms. Willow this is an exclusive from me to you and to all the fans out there and even to dear sweet Julianna and whomever may be watching. You ready?

Pussy Willow nods excitingly and Bella rolls her head back and forth cracking her neck and she takes a deep breath, giving it dramatic effect before she stops, looking up with her bright blue eyes sticks her tongue out and blows a raspberry before leaving the scene.

Pussy: ....and that's all she has to say about that. What's next?

Backstage, Mercedes Vargas is already suited up ahead of her match tonight. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, but a very strong one at that for the Hall of Famer. Rocky Mountains stands by an on-the-spot interview.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, tonight you could potentially make history and walk out of Climax Control a three-time Bombshell Champion but you certainly got your work cut out for you against the undefeated Julianna DiMaria. Before we get to tonight's main event, you and Harper Mason has been going at it the past few weeks. You're interfering in each other's matches, you've attacked Harper and her cousin Jessie Salco unprovoked with a Singapore cane. Mercedes, everyone wants to know, will you accept the challenge made by Harper Mason for December 2 Dismember?

The microphone moves towards Mercedes who stifles a laugh at the question. She tosses back her hair, grinning, then moves her arms at her waist.

Mercedes: That's the million dollar question, isn't it? Will I accept Harper's challenge for the supercard? First of all, Rocky, let's not forget that it's Harper's fault why she wants this match. If she had only laid down and let me get the three-count, none of this would have happened. We would have both went our separate ways. Jessie would have went away quietly and enjoy retirement alphabetizing M&Ms or something.

Now the arrogance is more apparent as Mercedes gives a slight shrug.

Mercedes: Harper doesn't deserve a match with much less deserve to breathe the same air as me, Rocky. I'm a two-time SCW Hall of Famer and the most decorated talent here, she's some graduate from Team Hero Academy who's been lucky for way too long yet also happens to be related to the Bombshell with the most losses in the history of this company. Not a good look.

Mercedes shakes her head.

Mercedes: You wanted this match, Harper? You got it. You thought what I did to you these past few weeks were bad? You have no idea what you're going to be in for. Because what happens at December 2 Dismember is going to hurt you a hell of a lot more than it hurts me. Making this a No Disqualification match is the very least you can do. Because after that, you will only have yourself to blame when I beat you at your own game.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: No other words need to be spoken. No other words need to be said. It's official: Harper Mason versus Mercedes Vargas at December 2 Dismember V next month. Now, for tonight, it's you and Julianna DiMaria for the Bombshell Championship in a match that could possibly steal the show.

Mercedes: Could, Rocky? No, it IS going to steal the show, because I'M in it. And if it were a perfect world, this match wouldn't even need to happen. I should just be given the belt and take the earliest flight right out of Tempe, Arizona. If it were a perfect world.

She quickly holds up an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.

Mercedes: Julianna wants to say, I don't deserve a title opportunity? I say who cares what she thinks. I am the One-Woman Dynasty of SCW and a living legend and a trailblazer in the women's division. It's been six long years since the Bombshell Championship was around my waist, and tonight I plan to fix that.

Mercedes now turns her full attention to the camera.

Mercedes: You think you have this match in the bag, mamita, but that's just one of the many things you're wrong about. When we step in that ring, what you see in these eyes won't be fear or intimidation, but anticipation. And when the dusts settles, when the smoke clears, when all is said and done, every Bombshell in the back will get to watch history while I'll be there to make it.

Looking deadset into the camera lens, her voice drops to a whisper though her words hold conviction behind them.

Mercedes: There's nothing more dangerous than a woman with nothing to lose. I've got nothing to lose tonight, but you do, Jules, more than you know. So the way I see it, you could be a star tonight. Or…

There's a cocky half-grin on her face as she now speaks in Spanish.

Mercedes: O, todos ustedes pueden verme hacer historia como tres veces, y su próximo, SCW Bombshell Champion. [Or, you can all see me make history as a three-time, and your next, SCW Bombshell Champion.]

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall introducing first…

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.

Justin: and his opponent…

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

Justin: From Jet City weighing in at 185lbs he is Oliver Zahn!

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

He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd.

The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING!

Carter and Zahn circle the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, before Zahn throws his weight behind his pushing and pushing Carter backwards into the corner, where the is flailing arms and pushing and shoving, as the ref moves in and forces Zahn to back off, which he does and allows Carter to move out from the corner. Moving out of the corner he and Zahn circle the ring once again before moving in as Carter prepares to lock up, but Zahn quickly grabs Carter around the waist and locks in a waist lock. Carter grabs at Zahn's hand, as Zahn pulls Carter down to the mat before rolling him onto his front before adjusting and locking in a headlock.

Simone: Both men circle the ring, before moving in but Zahn is quick to overpower Carter and drives him into the corner. Once in the corner there is a bit of pushing and shoving before the ref forces Zahn to back off and he does. They come out from the corner as they circle and move in as Zahn skips past Carter and grabs him into a waist lock.

Adams: Carter quickly looks to escape but before can do anything, Zahn drags him down to the mat and then locks in a headlock.

Carter brings his knees up as he seeks to fight out of the headlock, as he twists sightly and comes close to escaping but Zahn keeps hold and follows Carter and keeps the headlock in place, however, Carter gets back to his knees as he inches sides a little before adjusting and gets to his feet, which forces Zahn up, where Zahn cranks on Carters head who grimaces in pain. As Zahn grabs one of Carters arms and hooks it and turns it into a wrist lock, which Carter drops to a knee as he once again grimaces in pain.

Adams: Good transition, as Carter gets to his knees as he looks to find a way out of the move. He twists and turns, but Zahn follows and keeps it in place.

Simone: Carter still gets to his knees before slowly getting to his feet, y as Zahn does his best to keep the headlock in place. Zahn quickly changes things up and locks in a wrist lock.

Zahn tweaks on Carter's wrist as Carter rolls forward as he looks to break the hold before rising up but Zahn bends Carte'sr wrist backwards as well as Carter as well who drops to the mat, as Zahn keeps the wrist lock in place as he places his boot on Carter's head, as Carter kicks his legs about as the ref moves in and gives a couple of warnings to Zahn before he releases and bends Carter's wrist back again. Carter grimaces in pain but fights through it and slowly makes his way to his feet as Zahn tweaks on Carter's wrist but Carter continues to rise and looks to roll forward to break the grip, but Zahn adjusts the wrist lock once more, which Carter drops to a knee.

Simone: Zahn works over Carter's wrist, as Carter tries to escape but Zahn just responds with bending his wrist back more and forces Carter back as well. With Carter down, Zahn puts on Carters head, as the ref give him a warn before Zhan releases and returns his focus back on Carters wrist.

Adams: Carter clearly in some discomfort, as Carter battle backs to his feet and tries to escape the wrist lock but Zahn doesn't relent.

However, that is brief, and he rises up and rolls forward before standing and doing a backflip before twisting, which lesson's Zahn grip and Carter drops down to the mat between Zahn's legs and he drags him down and goes for a pin…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Adams: Carter battle back and manages to free himself and before dragging down Zahn and goes for a pin but only gets a two count.

Zahn kicks out, as he rolls away and Carter rolls backwards and away from Zahn, as they take a moment before climbing to their feet and circle the ring once more, before moving in as Carter prepares to lock up with Zahn deflects Carters arm and throws in a forearm shot to the side of Carter's head and jaw and he drops to the mat stunned, as he crawls away but Zahn moves after him and slaps him around the head before grabbing Carter around the face and pulls him up and holds him in place but quickly release and clubs the back of his head and Carter drops to the mat.

Simone: Zahn kicks out, as he and Carter rolls away before making their way to their feet. Circling once more, they move in as Carter goes to lock up but Zahn pushes Carters arms away and hits a hard forearm across the side of Carter's head, which rocks him.

Adams: Zahn is showing a vicious side as he shows that he doesn't ned a tag team partner or even some out here with him.

Zahn smirks as he gets a warning from the ref, as Carter moves to the ropes and grabs them, as Zahn moves in as Carter quickly stands to his feet, which Zahn grabs Carter's hand and then proceeds to Irish whip him across the ring and Carter hits the ropes as he comes back, Zahn prepares to hit a back body drop but Carter rolls over his back and lands on his feet and as Zahn turns, Carter rushes in and hits a headscissors takedown. Zahn and Carter make his way to their feet and as Zahn turns, Carter rushes in and hits a running dropkick and sends Zahn down to the mat.

Adams: Zahn is doesn't care about the warning, as he pulls Carter up and Irish whips him across the ring and as Zahn looks for a back body drop but Carter rolls across his back and stays on his feet and Zahn turns Carter hits a headscissors take down before following up with a dropkick and then goes for a cover.

Carter quickly scrambles to Zahn and goes for a cover…

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Simone: Zahn kicks out with ease.

Carter shakes his head, as he delivers a punch to Zahn stomach before grabbing his legs and then arms and ties them up in a full Windsor knot and rolls him onto his front. Carter makes his way to his feet and then gives Zahn a big slap across his ass. Carter backs off with a smile, as Zahn rolls to his side breaking the knot and then rubs his ass.

Adams: Carter doesn't show any frustration and ties Zahn up in the full Windsor knot and then delivers a slap on Zahn's ass.

Zahn moves to the corner, as he glares at Carter as he has a moan at the referee, who merely shrugs as he slowly makes his way to his feet and Carter rushes in to try and catch Zahn off guard, but Zahn is away and Carter closes in, he hits a drop toe hold on Carter and Carter falls forwards catching his face on the middle turnbuckle. Zahn climbs to his feet and begins to stomp on Carter a few times before grabbing a foot and drags him away from the corner before quickly turning and move to the corner, where he leaps up and hits a split legged moonsault and goes for a cover…

Simone: Zahn not at impressed with that, as Carter rushes in but Zahn is ready for him and hits a drop toe hold and sends Carter face first into the middle turnbuckle.

Adams: Zahn stomps on Carter before following up with a split legged moonsault and a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TH... Kickout!

Carter kicks out, as Zahn slaps the mat and tries again..

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Adams: Carter just kicks out the first time…. But more strongly the second time much to the frustration of Zahn.

Zahn shakes his head, as he makes his way to his feet before bending down and grabs Carter by the hair and pulls him up, where he Irish whips him into the ropes as he escapes him to return looks to hit the Jet City Special (Claymore) but Carter grabs the ropes and stops himself and Zahn lands on his back. Carter stumbles over to Zahn where he begins to twerk before hitting a standing moonsault, but Zahn gets his knees up and Carter crashes down on them.

Simone: Zahn pulls Carter up and sends him across the ring, as he looks to hit the Jet City Special, but Carter sees it coming and grabs the ropes and stops himself.

Adams: Carter takes advantage and looks for a standing moonsault, but Zahn gets his knees up.

He rolls away holding his torso, while Zahn holds his knees as he still reels from the failed finisher. As the ref moves in and check on both men before backing away. Carter moves to the ropes and pulls himself up into a seated position, while as Zahn stretches his legs and before rolling to his side and gets to his knees.

Adams: Both men stay down and take their time.

Suddenly the crowd notice Eiley coming through the crowd and gets to the front, as she shouts at Zahn. Zahn ignores her for a moment, as Carter makes his way to his feet and sucks in some air, as Zahn makes his way to his feet and then notices Eiley.

Simone: Why is Eiley here? She is banned from ringside.

Adams: Well… she is in the crowd.

Zahn: What are you doing?

Carter takes advantage of the distraction by Eiley, and he quickly climbs the ropes to the top and leaps off and hits the Fruit Fly (Eclipse) and then covers Zahn.

Adams: This distracts Zahn and Carter takes advantage of it.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Carter picks up the win.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall… Helluva Bottom Carter.

Carter's music hits over the p.a, as Carter rolls away and moves to the ropes, as he climbs to his feet as the ref raises his arm in victory, as Eiley looks on, as Zahn stare daggers at her.

Simone: Zahn is not happy.

Everything comes into focus and as it does we are able to see the Bitches For Life Courtney and Ruby Pierce walking through the backstage area until they reach the Hot Stuff's office. Ruby and Courtney burst through the doors in their matching pink shirts as Ruby sighs and looks right into Mark's eyes.

Ruby: You have some nerve and you really think you are cool don't you?! That was bollocks last week.

Courtney: Granted you gave my wife a contract to manage but you set her up to be jumped by Ariana. That's a bunch of bullshit.

Hot Stuff smirks as he keeps his eyes locked on the two.

HS: I don't know why you are both complaining. You are getting exactly what you wanted. Ruby is back on the roster. She gets to be at your side and I felt entertained watching Ariana stick it to the both of you when she sent Ruby through my desk, which by the way is coming out of Ruby's paycheck.

Ruby is annoyed as she is about to launch herself at Mark but Courtney holds her back.

Ruby: Listen here you little wanker I deserve better. My wife deserves better. This is not how you treat one of the best things you have on your roster. My wife is going to be a future Internet Champion, future Roulette Champion. Hell she will be a Grand slam Champion. She would have won last week if it wasn't for Mercedes getting involved and blatantly causing my wife to lose a match.

Hot Stuff just sighs as he just looks back at Ruby.

HS: That's funny considering that Harper had your wife just about wrapped up until Vargas saved her from getting pinned to the mat. So if anything you should appreciate Vargas for doing you both a favor. It's sad that you were finally out there to help your wife and yet Jessie Salco made you hightail it from the ring. Sounds to me like having you at ringside is not really making her better

Courtney begins to get upset as she glares daggers at Mark.

Courtney: Excuse me?!

Ruby: That's not how you talk to the BFL… You know what Hot Stuff, this is how I feel about you!

Ruby begins to get upset as she begins to knock some stuff down in his office. He just smirks as he snaps his fingers and that is when Ruby tries to take a swing at Mark. However before she could connect the referee Jasmine comes out of nowhere and connects with a right hand that knocks Ruby out. Jasmine turns her attention to Courtney who throws her hands up wanting no part of Jasmine. Courtney grabs her unconscious wife and pulls her out of the room as Mark smirks.

HS: First Ariana knocks you out in my office and not Jasmine takes you out. I know you want a competitive contract but at this point I am not even sure you are worth having a manager's contract. Anyway on with the show!

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Harper Mason getting ready for an interview with Ms. Rocky Mountains with Jessie at her side.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Harper, last week you got a measure of revenge on Mercedes when you laid her out in the middle of the ring, but not before she made you beat Courtney Pierce by disqualification.

Harper: I'd be lying if I said that that was how I wanted to beat Courtney, winning one match by disqualification is bad enough but two in a row? I have too much pride in me and my abilities as a wrestler to take one disqualification win lying down, never mind two!

Jessie: But we can't ignore the thing that was hinted at in the card preview, because the bosses were apparently going to book you in a Singapore Cane match against Mercedes at December 2 Dismember VI, off course that was before they pulled Mercedes's name out of a hat to serve as Julianna's second challenger.

Harper shakes her head.

Harper: She lost her last match by disqualification, how the hell does that qualify her for a World Bombshell Title Match?!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That is a good question, but I have a better one, why did you challenge Mercedes to a No Disqualification match where the signs were pointing too a Singapore Cane Match?

Harper: Because why give the bitter old bitch what she wants?

Jessie: Took the words right out of my mouth.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What do you mean?

Harper: Are you familiar with the saying "come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly?" I didn't realize Singapore Canes were so popular in Argentina but it's obvious to me that Mercedes is pretty proficient at using them! Trust me, I had the feeling that they were leaning towards a Singapore Cane Match in the week leading up to my match with Courtney but I realized that if I went along with that then I'd be playing into Mercedes's hands.

Harper shakes her head.

Harper: Especially if she has them grasped around a long, stiff piece of wood ready to play with it!

Simone: Err, Jason, do you want to say it?

Adams: So we're just done with phrasing, right? That's not a thing anymore?

Jessie is barely containing her laughter as Ms. Rocky Mountains is waiting for Harper to catch onto what she just said.

Harper: I just dropped a hurricane of innuendo didn't it?

Jessie: Yep!

Harper: Can we just wrap this up before Jessie dies of laughter?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good idea!

Harper: Mercedes? You had better watch your back as you switch positions with Julianna tonight, because I might just join in and make it a three-way! OH GOD DAMN IT!

Harper covers her face in embarrassment as Jessie doubles over with laughter, the two cousins quickly leave as the scene fades.

The camera returns to the ringside area with Dawn Barnes stepping through the ropes to officiate the upcoming contest.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Justin: Currently in the ring! From Baltimore, Maryland, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds -- "Unbreakable" Eddie Lyons!

The crowd cheers as Eddie pumps a fist in the air to greet them!

Simone: Eddie Lyons has all the support from the SCW Universe tonight but he is going to need more than that against the former World and Internet Champion, Austin James Mercer!

Adams: Hey the Lyon has pulled off some great wins! if anyone can knock Austin down a few pegs, it's Eddie!

Justin: And his opponent...!

he lights shut off as "Madusa" by Times of grace kicks in, as it builds different lights flash around the arena. As the song builds into the refrain and the guitars kick in a spotlight forms on the stage with Austin standing in the middle. He makes his way down to the ring before moving around to the steps, he makes his way up and walks across the apron before stepping between the ropes, he stands in the center of the ring as the music shuts off.

Justin: From Manhattan, New York, weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds... Austin James Mercer!

The crowd boos as Austin stares stone faced across the ring at Eddie Lyons!

Simone: In only a matter of weeks, that man right there will be facing his seemingly eternal rival Miles Kasey for the Internet Championship!

Adams: And right now he's probably staring at Eddie and pretending that it's Miles!

Dawn ensures both men are ready and she calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Eddie wastes no time and he charges across the ring, straight from out of his corner charges at Austin! Mercer sees the man coming and he attempts to greet him the hard way with a big boot but Eddie ducks under the blow! Austin turns around and Eddie jumps at the larger man, throwing forearm shot after forearm shot at the much bigger man!

Simone: Eddie Lyons is on fire here tonight!

Adams: That's why he's the 'Unbreakable One' Bel!

Austin withstands this initial assault and throws Eddie away and down to the canvas! Eddie rolls through and leaps right back to his feet, running towards Austin! Austin swings for what would have been a decapitating clothesline but Eddie ducks under the blow and comes off of the far side of the ring but Austin throws him in the air and drops him with a flapjack, slamming him hard in to the canvas!

Adams: Air Austin, ready for travel!

Simone: The hit and run tactics work wonderfully against men like Austin but sooner or later that big man is going to get hold of you!

Austin looks down at Eddie before putting his foot on the back of Eddie's head, forcing it in to the canvas and grinding it in, showing his sadistic streak! Austin pulls Eddie to his feet, wrapping both hands around his throat and lifts him up off of his feet in a dangling two-handed choke slam! Dawn is right in there, ordering a break and she issues her count against Mercer!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Austin choke slams Lyons to the mat with a resounding crash! Austin then steps up toward the official, intimidating the referee back towards the ropes!

Simone: Careful, Mercer! We all remember what happened the last time a Superstar acted out against a female official!

Adams: A big, bad man intimidating a woman... whoooo!

Austin turns back to his opponent and drags Eddie up into the corner and lands a hard chop that staggers him. Austin then takes hold and sends him clear across the ring with a Biel toss!

Simone: What power on the part of Austin James Mercer!

Eddie falls into the far corner and uses the ropes to drag himself back to a vertical base! Austin then comes charging in for a big boot but Eddie moves at the last possible second and Mercer hangs himself! Eddie then comes rushing in himself and scales the ropes to deliver a massive knee strike to the back of Mercer's head! Eddie then grabs him by the back of the head and brings him crashing back with a Hangman's neck breaker!

Simone: Now we are seeing exactly why Eddie Lyons has been credited as 'the next big thing' by the powers that be!

Eddie returns to his feet and turns around to face the fallen Austin who is favoring the back of his head. Eddie runs to the corner and scales to the middle turnbuckle and comes off, landing with his full body weight behind a senton across Mercer's sternum! Eddie rolls over into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Austin HEAVES Lyons off of him!

Adams: That right there is the power difference between these two!

Simone: There is no doubt who the bigger and stronger of these two is but Eddie Lyons has never allowed that to stop him before!

Both men get to their feet but Eddie comes off of the ropes but Austin catches him and throws him up and over with an overhead belly to belly suplex! Austin pulls Eddie to his feet and grabs him by the head and drills him in to the turnbuckle of the six sided ring, before spinning in around and planting a huge elbow on the top of Eddie's head! Austin then kicks up a boot and presses it against Lyons's throat, choking the life out of him as Dawn counts!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Austin breaks and once again menaces the official to force her away! Austin drags Eddie out of the corner and Irish whips him into the ropes, catching him in a Pendulum back breaker! Austin bends him over his knee and holds him there, forcing Dawn to check on Lyons for a submission but Eddie refuses!

Adams: Noo! Eddie Lyons won't give Mercer the satisfaction!

Austin continues to force him backwards over his knee when Eddie begins to fight back, bringing his knee up into the side of Austin's head once - twice - THREE times! Finally the blows stagger Austin enough to release Eddie and the hold is broken! Eddie gets back to his feet and grabs Austin but a head butt between the eyes stops Lyons right in his tracks! Austin Irish whips him into the ropes and Eddie jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back into a moonsault but Austin catches him on his shoulders! Austin then gets a running start to spear him but Eddie floats over his shoulders and counters with a Stunner!

Simone: What a counter by Eddie Lyons!

Austin staggers backwards on his feet and Eddie moves in behind him, trying to wrap his arms around Austin's waist.

Adams: Oh he is not...

But Austin fights back, driving elbows back into Eddie to fend him off but Eddie counters by grabbing his wrist and turning it around into a Rainmaker lariat!

Simone: That blow staggered the big man!

Eddie charges into the ropes and comes flying off! Austin attempts to repeat his earlier success with a flapjack but Eddie this time counters it into a Hurricanarana, throwing Mercer over and into a cross arm breaker!

Adams: Eddie has him! He has him!

Simone: And Austin knows it! Austin is fighting it!

Austin is indeed struggling and fighting the hold, refusing Dawn's repeated requests to submit or tap out! Austin rolls over and onto his hands and knees and he slowly begins to stand...

Adams: No...

Austin indeed stands up and has Lyons up in the air!

Simone: The power of Austin James Mercer!

And Mercer falls back, bringing Lyons crashing to the canvas!

Adams: Now THAT was a counter!

Austin sits up, favoring his arm and glaring at the recovering Lyons with a burning gaze! Austin stands up and brings Eddie to his feet. Austin sends him crashing into the near corner and comes charging in but Eddie leapfrogs up and over him, catching him in a hanging armbar over the top rope!

Adams: Again Eddie is working that arm!

Simone: But this won't count! He has to break it!

Indeed Dawn counts against him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Eddie breaks, rolling through to the ring apron! Austin staggers away, clutching his arm as Eddie sizes him up! Austin turns around and Eddie launches himself from the top rope -- BUT AUSTIN CATCHES HIM WITH A DECAPITATING CLOTHESLINE!!!

Simone: In midair! He turned Eddie Lyons inside out!

Eddie lies flat on his back and does not move! Austin with the cover, both hands pressed down on his chest!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Eddie kicks out!

Adams: Eddie Lyons was not going to get pinned like THAT!

Austin grabs him by the throat with both hands and hauls him to his feet! Austin Irish whips him into the ropes and Lyons leapfrogs over his back! Eddie comes flying off the far side and Austin catches him with a pop up powerbomb instead!

Simone: Legacy Bomb! It's over!

Indeed so as Mercer folds Lyons in half!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner! Austin! James! MERCER!

The crowd boos as Austin stands tall, staring into the camera and wrapping his hands around his waist in a sign of warning toward Miles Kasey!

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Krystal Wolfe watching a monitor backstage waiting for the match between Seleana and Bella to start.

Krystal: Seleana, the Bombshell I've wrestled the most out of the two since my Roulette Title reign ended last year, has never beaten me.

Krystal shakes her head as she thinks about her potential opponent.

Krystal: Or Bella, a Bombshell who I haven't wrestled one on one since the Roulette Title reign, we were scheduled to meet in that Open Invitational Clusterfuck for the Bombshell Roulette Title at the beginning of the year but then Bella got pregnant.

Krystal shakes her head.

Krystal: Either way, I'll be wrestling a blonde bombshell with exactly zero wins over me next week on Climax Control, only difference is, one's tall enough to be a Supermodel with the legs to match and is from Sweden and the other's Bella Madison!

Krystal breathes in a bit before letting out a deep breath.

Krystal: Only thing left for me to do is wait and see how this match turns out.

Krystal comments as the scene fades.

Simone: Last week on Climax Control we had our first of two qualifying matches to see who will challenge Julianna DiMaria for the World Bombshell Championship at December 2 Dismember VI which saw Krystal Wolfe defeat Luna Pasilno in a close match, and in our next match we'll see who will face Krystal next week in the final qualifying match as Bella Madison takes on Seleana Zdunich.

Adams: Bella just recently returned from maternity leave and she doesn't seem to have lost a step after being out of action for most of the year, Seleana hasn't had a great year but maybe she'll turn it around by winning the World Bombshell Championship?

Simone: First though, she has to get past Bella and Krystal, let's take it to Justin!

Simone: The following is a World Bombshell Championship Qualifier Match scheduled for one fall!

Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.

Justin: Introducing first, from New York, New York, BELLA MADISON!

The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring. Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.

Simone: This is Bella's second match since she returned from maternity leave and whilst she lost to Bobbie Dahl in her return match at the start of the cycle? She impressed enough to get added to this mini tournament.

Adams: Can she get past Seleana though?

Justin: And her opponent!

The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.

5

4

3

Justin: From Halmstad, Sweden, "THE CAT" SELEANA ZDUNICH!

Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat's roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.

Simone: Seleana has had one of the worse years of her career from a win/loss records standpoint but she hasn't let that get her down.

Adams: With the end of the year fast approaching though? She's running out of time to turn things around.

Jacob goes over the rules with both Blonde Bombshells and once they affirm that they understand the rules he calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And this match between two of the Bombshell Division's perpetual challengers is underway.

Adams: Who will come out on top?

As soon as the bell rings Bella and Seleana lock up in the middle of the ring before Seleana takes control with a quick arm drag which Bella returns as soon as the New Yorker gets back to their feet and once both women are back to their feet they throw dropkicks at each other resulting in a stalemate, said stalemate is quickly broken by Seleana who hits Bella with a Running Hurricanrana that takes her down.

Simone: The action is fast and furious in the early going, considering that this is the first time Bella and Seleana have wrestled one on one? They know each other's styles in and out.

Adams: Bella and Seleana wrestle similar high flying styles, it only makes sense that they'd be well acquainted with each other style wise!

Seleana goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Bella gets the shoulder up! Seleana shakes her head before picking up Bella and whipping her into the far corner, but when Seleana charges in for a follow up Bella ducks out of the way causing Seleana to crash into the turnbuckle post, Seleana turns around and is quickly met by a running Yakuza Kick to the face before Bella grabs Seleana's head and hits her with a Tornado DDT! Bella then goes for her first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Seleana kicks out.

Simone: Both women are at two near-falls apiece in the early going.

Adams: It seems that Bella hasn't lost a step despite being out for most of the year due to her pregnancy, a fact that Seleana just learned the hard way.

Bella decides to switch up her tactics by locking in an STF on Seleana and the Swedish Bombshell squirms as the hold is locked in, Jacob gets into position to check to see if Seleana's ready to quit but she adamantly refuses before Seleana starts crawling over to the ring ropes, Bella tries to prevent the rope break by cranking up the pressure on Seleana but it's off little use as the Swede is able to reach the ring ropes and force the rope break which Bella honours when prompted too by Jacob.

Simone: Most wrestlers would keep that hold locked in for four more seconds but not Bella.

Adams: We'll see if the Ms. Goody Two Shoes act works against Seleana though.

Thinking that she's got Seleana where she wants her Bella drags Seleana away from the ropes and too a nearby corner where she starts climbing the turnbuckle, unfortunately for Bella her attempt at a Moonsault fails as Seleana rolls out of the way before climbing the turnbuckle herself and hitting Bella with a 450 Splash whilst the New Yorker is sitting up in pain from the impact! Seleana goes for her second pin attempt of the night.

ONE!

TWO!

And Bella gets the shoulder up, and then subsequently gets a taste of her own medicine when Seleana drags the shorter Bombshell to the middle of the ring where Seleana locks in a Muta Lock!

Simone: Two high flying moves and a submission move each, Bella and Seleana are going all out to see who meets Krystal next week.

Adams: Considering what awaits the winner of that match at December 2 Dismember VI? I'm not surprised!

Jacob gets into position to ask Bella if she wants to quit but Bella refuses to submit to Seleana's submission hold and she starts crawling to the ring ropes much like Seleana did earlier in the match, unlike Bella though Seleana decides to switch up holds when she realizes that the Muta Lock isn't having the desired effect on Bella but when Seleana tries to change up the Muta Lock for a Boston Crab Bella catches the Swede with a Small Package.

ONE!

TWO!

And Seleana kicks out! Both Bombshells get to their feet and have the same idea, namely hit their opponent with a Running Cross Body causing the two blondes to collide in mid air and crash to the matt.

Simone: And now both women are down after they both went for a Running Cross Body!

Adams: Regardless if it's Bella or Seleana, whoever gets up first will have a huge advantage!

Jacob starts his count as the fans watch on and both women catch their breaths, by the time Jacob's count reaches seven Bella and Seleana are back on their feet, Bella under her own power and Seleana using the ring ropes to pull herself up, once Bella is fully recovered she charges at Seleana who sees the New Yorker coming and tries to backdrop her to the outside of the ring! Unfortunately for Seleana she only succeeds in Backdropping Bella to the Apron and when Seleana turns around she's met with a leaping kick to the face that sends Seleana stumbling backwards and leaves the Statuesque Bombshell open to a Springboard Hurricanrana! Bella doesn't get a chance to follow up with a pin though as the move's momentum sent Seleana to the outside.

Simone: I think Bella's itching to take to the skies Belinda.

Adams: And I think Seleana realizes it too!

Indeed, the moment Bella starts hyping up the crowd for an upcoming dive to the outside Seleana returns to the ring and blasts her opponent in the face with a Superkick as soon as she starts charging to the ropes! Seleana goes for a pin thinking that she has the match won, so much so that she goes for a lax pin.

ONE!

TWO!

And Bella reverses that pin into a victory roll!

ONE!

TWO!

And Seleana kicks out! But Seleana's the first one to her feet and she calls for her finisher.

Simone: Seleana's calling for the Kattoga!

Adams: Are we about to see Seleana go up against Krystal again? Is Bella really that out of it?!

Seleana picks up Bella and she goes for her finisher however Bella blocks the move by shoving Seleana off her and when Seleana gets to her feet she's met with a Pancaked Out DDT!

Simone: Bella just hit Seleana with the Ashes to Ashes!

Adams: Seleana is out! Stick a fork in her, she's done!

Bella goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, BELLA MADISON!

Simone: Well it's official folks, for the first time in two years we will see Bella Madison go one on one with Krystal Wolfe next week.

Adams: That should be a great match but it's back to the drawing board for Seleana!

Bella celebrates her win whilst Jacob checks on Seleana.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Krystal watching Bella's win over Seleana on a monitor, she has a satisfied grin on her face as the Aussie starts to walk off before she is intercepted by Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Krystal, we just learned that next week you will face Bella Madison in the last Qualifier Match to determine Julianna's first challenger at December 2 Dismember VI, what are your thoughts?

Krystal: My thoughts? I'll admit, Bella is someone I've wanted a regular rematch with for the past couple of years.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Regular rematch?

Krystal: You don't remember don't you? My first match as Bombshell Roulette Champion wasn't the defence against Maki, it was a non-title match against Bella that was ruined by Mercedes Vargas deciding to get Bella disqualified.

Krystal shakes her head.

Krystal: Which seems to be a recurring thing with Mercedes given her recent feud with Harper.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But you defended that title against Bella at that years Violent Conduct PPV.

Krystal: I did, and before you bring it up, yes, she was one of my challengers in the five pack challenge at the High Stakes X Go Home Show, but I said a regular rematch, as in a normal matchup with no stipulations added, beyond the winner going on to challenge Julianna for the World Bombshell Championship off course, you see Rocky? There's two black eyes on my time as the Bombshell Roulette Champ, the first one was when I lost the Blast from The Past Opening Round to Sam Marlowe and Supreme Machine, care to guess the other?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The first match between you and Bella?

Krystal: Exactly, and given that Bella just got back from Maternity Leave and I didn't really target her during my reign of terror? I don't think Mercedes will be sticking her nose in this one, unless off course she beats Julianna tonight.

Krystal scoffs.

Krystal: And that's about as likely as SCW hiring competent refs.

Krystal walks off as the scene fades.

The camera opens up backstage where we see Bobbie Dahl and Artie as she is getting ready for her match. Or so she thinks anyway, because she apparently has not gotten the memo that the match will not be taking place after all. She is about to find out, however, as Pussy Willow approaches her to break the news.

Pussy: Bobbie, it looks like you didn't get the news about your match.

Bobbie looks at Artie and he shrugs and both turn to look at Pussy.

Bobbie: What news?

Pussy: Kandy Kaine couldn't make it here. She was supposedly kicked off her flight. I'm sorry, but your match is post-poned.

Bobbie lowers her head, disappointed. She lets out a sigh but shrugs and does her best to get over it.

Bobbie: Oh well I guess! Not much I can do about it now, even though I was hoping to get in as many matches before facing Alexandra for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.

Artie: The match is only postponed. I will go talk to Christian Underwood now about when to re-schedule it. Don't worry, Bobbie.

Artie gives her a quick kiss on the cheek before walking away to find Christian Underwood. Bobbie then turns her attention back to Pussy.

Pussy: Good luck on that title opportunity, by the way, Bobbie. You must be pretty excited.

Bobbie smiles and nods.

Bobbie: Of course I am! I didn't expect to get this shot so soon, but they must have seen something they liked from my performance, and I'm not about to tell them I haven't earned it yet.

Pussy: Well, it's not like you are new to SCW either. You've been around for years, even with a few breaks in that time period. I'd say that is enough to have earned it.

Bobbie: That's what I was thinking, too, but I don't want to anger any of the women who've been around every day who might deserve it more! But like I said, I don't make the decisions, so I'm not going to argue about it either. I'm going to take this opportunity and do whatever I have to do to win and finally have my first taste of gold in SCW.

Pussy Willow smiles at Bobbie's new found confidence. She had always been confident before, yes, but this seemed a bit different.

Pussy: I have to say, your whole attitude since coming back this time has been very different, Bobbie. But in a good way. You're confident, but also serious at the same time. It seems to be doing you wonders.

Bobbie: It's more being realistic than anything, Pussy. Anything can happen in that ring, we all know that. I go out there and have fun, but I also know that I need to get the job done to be the best I can be. I've got one goal on my mind right now. The Roulette title is within my reach, and I'm not about to do something to let it slip away again. You can count on that.

Bobbie then pats Pussy Willow on the shoulder before she turns and walks away, presumably to go find Artie. Pussy Willow just stares in the direction Bobbie walked off in and smiles as the camera fades.

Justin: The following contest is for one fall, but first, let me introduce our guest commentator.

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: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the ring, the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, J2H!

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 center 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 fans, cockiness dripping from the young man. He drops down and rolls out of the ring, moving to the commentary table and putting a headset on.

J2H: I don't know why I have to do that shit, these people can't hear me in the arena.

Simone: One way to introduce yourself to commentary.

J2H: I'm J2H Belinda, I don't need any introduction to commentary. Can we just get those two out?

The lights in the arena go out, causing the usual hysteria from the crowd. After a few seconds, Peter Vaughn's face appears on the big tron, darkly smirking down at the fans.

"This Time... It's Different."

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

After Vaughn finishes speaking, he begins to laugh. His laughter carries on as the Tron video overtakes his image, beginning with "This Time It's Different" by Evans Blue. Vaughn comes out from the back, smiling at the reaction he's getting. He stops on the ramp, surveying the hatred from the crowd. From Vaughn's reaction, you'd think they were chanting his name, as he walks down the aisle with a cocky smile. He heads straight through the ropes and into his corner, stretching and preparing for a fight.

Justin: And his opponent....

As the opening guitar rift bellows out, the lights slowly dim down, a shade of blue being thrown over the area. A person begins to slowly walk forward, a reverse hood pulled up over and covering his face. The words "FORGETTABLE" and "FORGOTTEN" across it in red letters, one at the top, one at the bottom. Small white X's where the eyes are. 'I was born with my head around the wrong way', with these words the person slowly walks forward, arms stretched out far to the sides. A slow and measured stride forward. Halfway to the ring he stops, turning around to face the entrance once more. His hands going up to the hood. A stomp of the foot, then another, and another. The crowd beginning to stomp along now, cheers and boos, a myriad of reactions. "Take me! Off the wall! The Wallllll!", he yanks the hood down.

Alexander Raven.

Justin: From Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, he is The Forgotten, Alexander Raven!

Spinning on his heel, he stretches his arms out wide, bathing in the reaction. He flicks the collar of his jacket, flashing a smile, winking at one of the nearby front row members. The slow measured towards the ring, stopping at the edge of the apron, using the middle rope to pull himself up, standing on the edge of the apron. Turning and hooking his arms over the top the rope. He leans his head back, leaning deeply into the ropes. "I bear the marks, still bear them so..." He flips backwards of the ropes and lands roughly on his feet. Turning he quickly runs to the opposite corner and leaps up onto the second rope. One hand raised, the other waving the crowd in. Getting the crowd revved up. Dropping back down onto the canvas, he slowly removes his jacket and drops it over the rope to the floor.

Adams: Do you know what type of match Alenader Raven is going to choose?

J2H: He was going on about fire or some shit on social media, he's billed from the worst country in the world, full of liars, cheaters and criminals, Australia. What do Australians do all day? They BBQ Jason because they have nothing better to do so this guy probably wants a BBQ cook off or something.

Adams: Tasty!

J2H: Hey timekeeper, I don't give a shit if these two are ready or not, just ring the bell.

DING DING DING!

The two men lock up and instantly Alexander takes over his smaller opponent, pushing him to the canvas before firing a look towards J2H.

J2H: Great move, on the level of a high school bully.

Vaughn doesn't waste any time getting to his feet and goes for the lock up again, this time using his speed to get behind Alexander and tries to pull him down in a schoolboy pin but Alexander rolls through. Vaughn springs to his feet first and jumps with a dropkick on the chest of the kneeling Raven. Vaughn gets back to his feet and runs off the rope and Alexander quickly gets back to a vertical base. Vaughn charges and jumps in the air and grabs Alexander's head, spinning around him before catching him with a tilt a whirl DDT.

Simone: Vaughn has started this one off with serious speed.

J2H: Alexander's probably drunk or something, we should breathalize him before matches and take away his phone after them.

Vaughn grabs Alexander's face and starts to rub it in to the floor.

Adams: Insult to injury.

J2H: Yeah, cause those mats are made of sandpaper...

As J2H's sarcasic tone fills the airways, Vaughn stand up and waits for Alexander to join him. As he does, Vaughn charges at him with a sling blade, crashing Alexander to the canvas. Vaughn pulls himself on top of Alexander and goes for the cover and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Simone: Peter Vaughn is not getting paid by the hour.

J2H: If Raven would have lost that already, I would have said fuck him, The Troll could have the title shot.

The two men get back to their feet, but Raven strikes first, lifting Vaughn over with an exploder superplex out of nowhere!

J2H: Lucky move.

Alexander leans over Vaughn and starts to hammer in heavy punches in to his head, casting a side glance towards J2H, who looks back unimpressed. Alexander gets to his feet, pulling Vaughn with him and positions himself from behind, wrapping his arms around him and lifting him over with a belly to backsuplex, Vaughn landing awkwardly on the top of his head. Alexander gets to his feet and washes Vaughn's face with his boot, scrapping it down the Roulette champions face. Alexander moves backwards and waits for Vaughn to get on his knees before charging at him with a shining wizard, crashing directly into Vaughn's face! Alexander leans over Vaughn and looks towards the commentary table as Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Simone: Vaughn still in this one!

J2H: Whoopee.

Vaughn pulls himself up by the ropes and Alexander charges at him, but Vaughn moves away, causing Alexander to crash chest first in to the ropes. As Alexander turns around Vaughn dropkicks him through the ropes to the outside, right in front of the commentary desk.

Adams: Get out of my ring!

J2H: Really?

Alexander crashes hard to the floor and and rolls towards the desk. J2H looks over at him laughing and Vaughn steps towards the middle of the ring. Alexander stands up, using the desk to pull himself up, looking directly at J2H. J2H points behind him.

J2H: Match is in there buddy. You should probably turn around.

Alexander slowly turns around but Peter Vaughn crashes in to him with a suicide dive, pushing Raven back first in to the table!

Adams: Damn! Spilt my coke.

Vaughn stands up, looking at J2H directly in his eye and points at the SCW World Championship belt on the table.

J2H: Come back to me after you beat someone who isn't Miles Kasey or Bill Barnhart and we'll talk. You should probably turn around as well.

Vaughn turns around, only to be hit with a roaring elbow in to the top of his head! Vaughn crashes against the desk and falls away. J2H raises the championship belt in front of Raven and points to it but Raven points to himself before turning back to Vaughn. Jasmine jumps outside of the ring, yelling at the two to get back in but Raven grabs Vaughn by the head and charges him in to the ring post before throwing him back in to the ring. Raven follows him back in to the ring and quickly pulls him to his feet. He grabs Vaughn's arms, putting him in a double hammerlock and drops him down with a DDT!

Adams: That looked sick and I don't mean that in the kids slang term!

Alexander rolls Vaughn over and covers him, hooking the leg. Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Adams: Close but just a two count.

Raven pounds the canvas and lifts Vaughn back to his feet, catching him with a punch to the jaw. He grabs him by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes, but Vaughn comes back and jumpings in the air, spining around Raven's head and throws him over with a tilt a whirl arm drag! Raven rolls over and gets to his feet but the faster Vaughn jumps up and jumps in the air, taking Alexander over with a huge hurricanruna!

Simone: Vaughn is taking it to Raven here!

Raven gets back to his feet but Vaughn grabs him by the head, marching him towards the ropes. He jumps up, using the ropes as a springboard before dropping Raven down in a springboard bulldog! Vaughn looks towards the turnbuckle and gets to his feet.

Adams: What is he thinking here?

J2H: Probably about shiney things.

Vaughn goes to the corner, springs himself on to the top rope with one quick leap, turns around and jumps off with a frog splash! He hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

J2H: Can this just end already! I'm getting seriously bored.

Vaughn looks around and stands up and pulls Raven with him but Raven strikes first with a huge uppercut, shocking Vaughn. Vaughn stumbles backwards and Raven moves in and picks him up and turns him around with a huge spinebuster!

J2H: This is getting boring.

J2H stands up and throws the headset down and picks up the world championship, moving towards the ring and climbing up on the apron. Jasmine spots him and yells towards him to get down, but Raven moves her out of the way, pointing for J2H to get in the ring. J2H smirks at him and points to the championship belt.

Simone: Raven better turn around!

J2H waves at Raven as Vaughn grabs the opportunity and hooks him up, before dropping him in a riptide DDT!

Adams: The Key Holder!

J2H: Stupid name for a move.

J2H smirks as Vaughn quickly hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Perter Vaughn!

Simone: Peter Vaughn has just beaten Alexander Raven.

Adams: With a little assist from J2H.

J2H points at Raven and smirks as Raven looks at him. J2H drops down from the apron and turns to walk away but Raven demands a mic from Justin.

Simone: Looks like Alexander has something to say.

Alexander Raven is sitting in the far corner of the ring. Frustrated, he bangs one hand on the canvas, over and over. The other waved for a ringside official to bring him a microphone.

Raven: I got some words for you James.

The crowd is sitting in rapt attention, waiting to hear what is about to go down.

Raven: Now, I've been thinking. I've been thinking long and hard. I've thought about everything from a straight up standard match to a Taipei Death Match. I've thought of matches involving crucifixion, I've thought of matches that involve setting each other on fire. I've gone to the depths of my playbook and ran through all the possibilities.

Raven waves a finger, indicating silence. The crowd are in a furore, cheering, jeering and demanding blood. They want to see Alexander Raven and J2H go to war.

Raven: But it's the festive season. You gave me a gift, the option of choice. I'm giving you the gift of having the chance to put me out of this ring for good. You win, you retain, and I walk away. For good. No more chances, no more arguments. Alexander Raven leaves his boots in the ring, and I walk away. Two years and nothing to show for it. So now I'm going to give myself a gift. It is the time of giving after all.

A smile. His face is pulled into a large smile, more a grimace than something of happiness. Intensity behind the eyes. Excitement at the prospect of what is to come.

Raven: You gave me the option of picking our stipulation, and I thank you for it, James. See, I'm not that confident of a person. Surprise, surprise, I am aware of who I am. I went into High Stakes thinking myself undeserving, and I was second best. I've been put down; I've been laughed at. I've had people tell me that they could out-wrestle me every which way from here to there. Yet despite all of that. I stand here, as the man who walks into the final main event of Twenty-Twenty Three. No Jack Washington, not Austin James Mercer. Not Goth, not Carter. Not Peter Vaughn or any other bastard who thinks themselves deserving of being in my position. I've proved all year that I am good enough.

Pacing the ring, Alex reaches up and runs a hand through his hair. Pulling at it. The crowd is continuing to jeer and cheer.

Raven: See, my comfort is in the blood and guts. My comfort is in the brawling. In the beating, in the violence. That's my past, and that is where I know I shine. Yet there is one thing I know beyond all else. I won't give up. I won't quit. I'll bleed out, and I'll pass out before I ever give in. So, I am going to stack the odds. But not in the way you might think. No, I want to see if you've got the ability to go the distance too. When the air is leaving your lungs, and the darkness begins to creep in on your vision. When the Conspiracy threatens to choke you out. So I'm challenging you, James, to a Submission Only match.

The crowd quiets for a moment. Not the answer they were expecting, before cheers and claps. 'Tap him out' and 'Choke him out' chants beginning throughout the crowd. Alternating between each other.

Raven: Happy Holidays. I'll see you at December 2 Dismember.

Raven goes to throw the mic away, wobbling it in his hand for a moment. Staring directly at J2H. A wash of calm coming over him as he raises the mic back to his mouth.

Raven: Cunt.

He drops the mic, and climbs to the turnbuckle, raising his hands to the crowd. Staring down J2H still. 'Let's go Raven' chants erupt from the Arizona faithful. Finally, the crowd is fully behind The Forgotten Alexander Raven.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion Ariana Angelos standby by with Pussy Willow at her side.

Pussy: Ariana, tonight you are defending the Bombshell Internet Championship against Bea Barnhart in your first official defence, you worried about essentially wrestling one handed?

Pussy asks as she motions towards Ariana's bad hand which is still in a brace.

Ariana: The only inconvenience for me is that I haven't been able to be as active around the house as I'm used to because Courtney targeted my dominant hand, I can't walk my dogs, I can't feed my cats, I can't cook in the kitchen, I can't use my hands when I'm alone with Francisco in the bedroom to…….err, you know what? Forget I said that last part!

Ariana facepalms with her good hand.

Ariana: But wrestle? I'm not a brawler, the only times I've used that style of wrestling were when my reign with the Roulette Title forced me to adapt to a different match type, like my Falls Count Anywhere defence against Melissa, I should be okay as long as Bea doesn't target my hand!

Pussy: But your up against Bea and she'll do whatever's necessary to take that title from you.

Ariana: I know that, and I refuse to be the Bombshell who dropped her title to Bea Barnhart in her first defence! In fact, let's play a game of trivia related to me.

Pussy: Err, okay, why?

Ariana: Can you just humour me? The reason why will become clear.

Pussy: Sure.

Ariana: What's the name of my YouTube Channel?

Pussy: Recipe 4 Disaster.

Ariana: I guess that was a bit easy since that's also my Twitter Username, second question, how many subscribers does my channel have?

Pussy frowns.

Pussy: I should know this because I was one of your first subscribers.

Ariana: Oh really?! THANKS!

Pussy: You may have been under the SCU Umbrella at the time but I still wanted to support a SCW Talent's endeavours outside of the ring!

Pussy shakes her head before getting back on track.

Pussy: Last time I looked at your channel? It had a hundred million subscribers.

Ariana: Sounds about right, I haven't checked it since my hand got injured! My point is, how many other Internet Champions from either division can you name who have that claim to fame? Andrea Hernandez called herself the Queen of the Internet during her reign but she just had her Twitter account, so I guess you could say that I'm taking the whole Internet Champion thing to new heights, and that's not going to stop with Bea!

Ariana walks off as the scene fades.

The scene shifts to the backstage area where the dressing rooms for the wrestlers are located. The camera person is accompanied by Sin City Wrestling Interviewer, Scott Oliver, and they stop at the dressing room of Bea Barnhart. Scott knocks on the door and Bea invites Scott and the camera person into the dressing room. Bea takes a seat on the couch, next to her husband Bill Barnhart, and Scott Oliver initiates the conversation.

Scott: Well, Bea, you have a great opportunity tonight to earn the Bombshell Internet Championship. Well that is if you have what it takes to take on, and defeat Ariana Angelos.

Bea: Wow, Scott, you sure are early in kicking in your jerk mode today. You say IF I have what it takes to take on, and defeat Ariana Angelos? Seriously? I have more than what it takes to defeat Ariana. I have more than what it takes to defeat all the other Bombshells on the Roster. And when you add into the equation that Ariana has a hurt, but apparently not yet broken, hand then you can be damn sure that I'm going to take advantage advantage of Ariana's disadvantage.

Scott: After listening to your comments on your match, which you aired recently, it appears that you have already assigned Bill to get involved in your match so that you can obtain a win over Ariana.

Bea: There you go again Scott! That's two times you've insulted me! Go for a third insult and I'll kick you out of my dressing room! Bill is not near ringside to get involved in the match or interfere in the match in any way. He is watching the ringside area to ensure friends of Ariana do not attack me or try to cheat me out of my win over her.

Scott: You cannot expect me to take your words seriously do you? Your words are coming from you, as Bill's Manager and Senor Vinnie's Manager, and from you who got involved in several of their matches including spraying perfume in the eyes of their opponents.

Bea: I asked you not to insult me a third time but you did so anyway! Your loss Scott! Now get the hell out of my dressing room before both me and Bill drag you into the hallway and toss you to the floor.

Scott and the camera person leave Bea's dressing room and once they are in the hallway Bea slams the door shut. At this point the camera person cuts their camera feed and the Techs switch to a different camera feed.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall -- and it is for the Bombshell Internet Championship!

WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT by Twisted Sister hits the speakers and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. Her wrestling attire consists of black leather pants, a white pullover type of tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket. 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 a corner then executing a backflip landing on her feet. Bea then settles into a corner to wait for her match to start.

Justin: Currently in the ring is the challenger! From Lawrenceville, Georgia! Bea! Barnhart!

Bea holds her arms up as the crowd boos!

Justin: And her opponent...!

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, she is the reigning and defending Bombshell Internet Champion! "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 match. Ariana removes the title belt from around her waist and hands it over to the official, Drew Patton. Drew shows the belt off to Bea and then holds it up high for the crowd to see in each corner of the arena.

Adams: There we go! The Bombshell Internet Championship!

Simone: And if we crown a new champion here tonight, we know Bea will then defend against Courtney Pierce at December 2 Dismember V!

Drew passes the belt to the outside and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Both champion and challenger emerge from out of their respective corners and circle the ring, sizing one another up. They meet in the center of the ring and pause briefly before locking up, collar and elbow style. The two women struggle briefly for supremacy before Ariana slowly takes control and forces Bea back against the ropes. Drew steps in to call for the break…

ONE!

TWO!

But Bea swiftly reverses their position, grabbing a handful of Ariana's hair and has the champion pinned back against the ropes. As before, Drew orders a break.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Bea buries a knee hard into the champion's midsection and strikes Ariana in the head with a hard forearm. Bea takes Ariana by the head and runs her in to the turnbuckle, slamming her face against the top right hand corner of the six sided ring. Bea lays Ariana in the corner and slams a back elbow across Ariana's jaw before wrapping both hands around Ariana's throat, choking her out!

Adams: Bea fighting dirty right from the start!

Drew steps in and counts against her!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Bea breaks before she can get disqualified, but grabs Ariana by the wrist and brings her out of the corner into a short-arm clothesline! Bea then stands next to Ariana, spinning around and drops a spinning leg drop across the Champion's neck. Bea floats over into the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Ariana gets her shoulder up!

Simone: I believe it is going to take quite a bit more to take that title off of Ariana Angelos!

Adams: Especially after everything she went through in order to get it!

Both Bombshells return to their feet. Bea swings for a clobbering blow and Ariana ducks under and back behind her, wrapping an arm around her throat from behind and dropping her across her knee first in a back breaker, then standing her back up and brings her down with a hangman's neck breaker! Ariana stands up, feeling more confident as she looks first at her downed challenger and then at the ring ropes.

Adams: Funny time to be looking for the popcorn vendor.

Simone: I don't think she's... **sighs**

Ariana takes Bea by the head and pulls her closer to the ropes and drapes her neck across the middle rope. Ariana then uses the top rope to catapult herself up and over, landing with a guillotine leg drop across the back of Bea's head! Bea falls back into the ring and Ariana almost immediately uses the top rope again to fly inside and land across Bea's sternum with a senton! Ariana with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Bea gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Bea isn't going to go down any easier than Ariana will!

Adams: Poor Bulldog... and poor Francisco!

Simone: You sick little...!

Ariana continues the attack and stomps on Bea's back. Ariana reaches down to Bea's head and pulls her to her knees, but Bea sweeps away Ariana's legs, forcing Ariana to land flat on her back. Bea takes Ariana's legs and falls backwards, slingshotting Ariana into the corner and face-first into the turnbuckles!

Simone: Very innovative offense from Bea.

Ariana practically is hanging in the corner, her arms over the ropes. Bea gets to her feet and she picks Angelos up as if for an Atomic drop but instead deposits the champion on the top of the corner. She traps Ariana's foot in the corner, leaving the champion hanging upside down. Bea then climbs the corner, perching on the very top. Bea then jumps off and lands with a double foot stomp into Ariana's exposed midsection, knocking her loose from the corner! Bea drags her to the center of the ring and covers her, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Ariana kicks out!

Simone: We came very close to crowning a new champion!

Adams: Bea is showing Ariana she is not someone to underestimate!

Ariana rolls to the outside, and Bea walks towards the ropes, but Ariana sweeps her legs, dropping her on her back inside the ring. Ariana quickly gets back on the ring apron. She clasps the top rope and jumps over the top, landing on Bea with an elbow to the chest! Bea rolls over and gets on her knees holding her chest, but Ariana quickly springs to her feet. The champion comes racing off of the ropes and careens right into her challenger with a Meteora, folding Barnhart in half with both legs trapped under her arms!

ONE!

TWO!

Bea kicks out!

Simone: Another near fall for the champion!

Adams: I think Ari is starting to take Bea a little more seriously!

Bea tries to get back up to her feet, but Ariana pulls her up and Irish whips Bea in to the corner and runs at her. Ariana jumps in the air and nails Bea with a dropkick, dropping Barnhart to her backside in the corner. Ariana then gets a running start and comes charging in and lands a hip attack to Bea's head! A very confident champion then begins to skip merrily around the ring as Bea grabs the ropes to drag herself to her feet.

Simone: I think Ariana might be growing a bit too confident.

Ariana stops her 'celebration' and charges right at Bea, but Bea ducks and lifts the Bombshell Internet champion up and over the top rope with a back body drop!

Adams: Ohh Bea suckered Ariana in!

But Ariana grabs hold of the top rope and lands on the apron, preventing a tragedy! Bea turns around and swings for a lariat but the champion blocks the blow! Ariana grabs her by the head and drops down to the floor, clotheslining Bea on the top rope! Bea staggers back and Ariana gets on the apron again, jumping over the top rope, landing on Bea's shoulders from behind!

Simone: What on earth???

Ariana spins around Bea's shoulder and goes for a hurricanrana, but Bea drops Ariana instead with a powerbomb!

Simone: Good lord!

Adams: What a counter by Bea!

Bea with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Kick out by the champion!

Adams: The champ is still in this!

Bea, teeth clenched, slams her fists into the canvas!

Simone: And the challenger is growing frustrated!

Ariana lays on the canvas, breathing heavily, as Bea sits up, staring at her opponent. Bea then stands up, grabbing the champion by the hair and she drags her roughly to her feet as well. Bea then sends Ariana into the ropes with an Irish whip and attempts a discus clothesline but the champion ducks under and strikes fast with a float over DDT!

Adams: Oh she just PLANTED Bea's head into the canvas!

Now both women are laying flat on their backs, hurt and spent! Drew stands over both before he begins to issue his mandatory count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Both women start to move to their stomach and slowly on to their knees.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Both women return to their feet at the same time, but before Ariana can strike, Bea gouges her nails at the champion's eyes, temporarily blinding her! Ariana holds her eyes and stumbles back, and leaves herself open for Bea to strike with a roundhouse kick right to the head! Ariana goes down like she was shot and Bea stands over her, looking quite proud of herself.

Simone: Stop wasting time patting yourself on the back and DO something!

Bea walk towards the corner and climbs to the top rope. She looks at Ariana on the mat and dives off the rope, attempting a five star frog splash, but Ariana rolls out of the way at the last second and Bea crashes hard!

Adams: Oh there is NO recovering from that!

Ariana scrambles over to make a quick cover, hooking BOTH legs!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Bea kicks out!

Simone: Almost! Bea is still in this one!

Ariana rolls away from her challenger and over toward the near corner! Bea shakes it off and fights back to her feet and Ariana races right into her, jumping into a Jesus Piece!

Adams: For Defeat!

Ariana hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Ariana staggers to her feet, hurt and worn out!

Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion! Ariana Ang-!

And suddenly Courtney Pierce is inside of the ring! She has the Internet title belt and she slams it into the back of Ariana's head, knocking her senseless to the mat!

Simone: Oh for...! Can she not allow Ariana to celebrate her victory in piece!?

Adams: After everything Ariana did to start this between them??

The crowd boos as Courtney stands over the downed champion, a smirk on her face as she holds the Internet belt up high before just dumping it down onto the back of the champion! Courtney turns her back to Angelos and kicks her feet back at her in a derogatory insult before taking her leave as Drew checks on the champion!

Adams: Oh the match between these two is going to be EPIC!

The screen starts to flicker as static could be filled across the screen.

As all of this happens we are then able to see flames occurring all across the screens.

The flames finally go out as we can hear two teenage voices speaking across the screen.

Female Voice 1: There are two options you could take.

Female Voice 2: Option one is the Blue Door, and Option two is the Red Door.

At this point we could see a mysterious hooded female figure walking down a path until she comes to a fork in the road. She looks at the blue door before glancing over at the red door.

Mysterious Bombshell: And which door should I take?! What's the difference between the two?

Female Voice 1: The blue door represents the same old, same old. A road you have been through. It's nothing new.

Female Voice 2: However the red door represents a new beginning. Dong things on your terms! Are you ready to finally do things the right way, and earning the respect you rightfully deserve?!

Mysterious Bombshell: But will they accept me?! Is it really worth it?! Journeying through the blue door seems to be the easy choice and being far from everything is what might be in your best interests.

Female Voice 1: People need you though.

Female Voice 2: She needs you… We need you… Let it go…. Let it go and do what you are destined to do.

Mysterious Bombshell: And what am I chasing after?! Fame? Fortune? Fantasy?!

Female Voice 1: Neither of those choices. It's all about being the best and that's all you ever wanted. It's time to claim what is yours. You know what you need to do.

The mysterious bombshell continues to walk forward as she slowly nods her head in agreement.

Mysterious Bombshell: I have FIVE reasons why I should take the red door SIX would be even better. Nothing will ever be like MMXVI. At the end of the day you are right voice number 1. I do want to be the best. It doesn't get any better than SCW.

Female Voice 1: If you build it they will come.

Mysterious Bombshell: Field of Dreams about bringing the ghost of baseball back to life. In this case going back to the place that made me..

Female Voice 2: Frankly, my dear. "I don't give a damn"

Mysterious Bombshell: Gone With the Wind. I don't give a damn what people think about me.

Female Voice 1: Toto, I've a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.

Mysterious Bombshell: I been in a land far away from where I belong but within the same movie it was said there's no place like home… Voices I made my decision it's time to go home.

With that the bombshell walks through the red door and that's when the screen goes crazy.

Female Voice 1: December 17th the journey begins once again.

Female Voice 2: And a new chapter begins… The Empire strikes back so that we can get to the Return of the Jedi…. December 17th she's coming…

Julianna DiMaria is in the locker room with the SCW Bombshells World Championship over her shoulder. She is getting booed from the crowd but those boos are quieted a bit when she flashes the Arizona State Sun Devils "Forks Up" hand signal. Only, she she flips that hand sign upside down drawing louder boos from the Tempe crowd.

Julianna: Great football game yesterday, huh? What was the score? Was it something like… Arizona 59, Arizona State 23?

She pauses to have a laugh to herself as she gets booed again.

Julianna: Anyway, before I go out there and defend this title against Mercedes Vargas, I have one last thing to say to Seleana Zdunich. All of that talk for nothing, huh? That's what you get for getting all up in your feelings about me speaking the truth. That's what you get for focusing all of your attention on me and not your opponent in Bella Madison when you tried to talk about me. You should be thanking me though, for temporarily making people remember that you exist but there is something that I do want to address before I get into Mercedes and it's not because of YOU necessarily… because all you did was parrot what other people have said before… quite poorly I should add…

Julianna pauses and scoffs before she continues on.

Julianna: If that is what someone uses as an argument for winning a match against me or for trying to undermine my title reign, then that really speaks to the level of MEDIOCRITY that pervades this division! But to be FAIR… what can they actually SAY about me? I mean, it's not like I have any losses to talk about or anything. So, I'm going to just tell it like it is. Most of you are too afraid to say it, so let me say it for you. You hate me. You're jealous of me. You're bitter that I came in and did in only SIX matches what most of you either haven't done in a LONG time, or have never done at all and that's win THIS championship! SOME of you at least have the guts to say it out loud even though you're not saying it to my face. But MOST of you? Oh you're all gathering in your little gym cliques, going behind my back when the cameras aren't on or when you know I won't be in the room and you're gossiping about me like the catty bitches that you are saying I don't deserve it, I'm a 'fraud champion', I'm this, I'm that, 'nobody cares about her this', 'the title is the only reason anyone cares about her' that…

Like you're all on your real housewives of Las Vegas nonsense!

But in that ring… WHERE IT MATTERS, I've gotten it done. I wish I could say that this is a new thing in the Bombshells locker room… but it's not. I HATE to bring her name up again, but some of you have likened me to her SO much that I have to… but my journey at the start of my SCW run is VERY similar to Andrea Hernandez… who came in, kicked ass, took names, became Bombshells World Champion like 8 months into her run here, and she was taking the division by storm and giving it a new jolt of life until she got to the top when she did and even though she did really NOTHING to you bitches aside from winning against you in that ring and maybe saying a mean thing or two that you didn't like…

You all tried SO BAD to trash her and bury her under your pathetic, one-note, BORING, OVERPLAYED JEALOUSY of someone that came in and changed things up… JUST like many of you are trying SO HARD to do the same to me… except the difference between me and Andrea is that she cracked under the pressure and all the weight in her second defense and couldn't play nice anymore and me? Fuck you all, I've NEVER been nice, I'll NEVER be nice. I HAVE a spine, unlike her at that time… unlike MOST of you… to quote something Andrea actually liked to call you people… "two faced bitches in the back".

Don't worry chick, you'll get my royalty check in the mail. It's the last time I bring you up, I promise.

While most of you bitches want to hide in your feelings, I tell it like it is and stand out from the crowd.

And that's why I am going to hold this championship for a pretty good while no matter HOW jealous you people are of the fact that I won this championship so damn fast or how INSECURE you bitches are that I've come in here and I've given this division the jolt of life that it needs while most of you are too busy going behind my back and talking shit with that being the only recourse that you have because you know that in the ring, not a damn person has gotten it done against me and you can bitch and cry on your stupid little social media pages and you can mutter mean things about me and call me names behind my back and have your secret little side conversations about me, but the TRUTH of the matter is, I AM this division now!

I AM the ONE standout of this division at this point because unlike MOST of you, I am NOT complacent and I don't rest on my fucking laurels and reputation…

Unlike YOU, Mercedes Vargas!

In all honesty, there's not much about what you said that I can actually talk about because rather than talk about me like you were supposed to coming into this thing… you'd rather waste your breath and your on camera time bitching about Harper Mason and Jessie Salco showing just how fucking unfocused you really are. You're all over the place with said focus. I already broke down how you didn't believe in yourself enough and you largely talked about other things coming into this match.

Like I said, you're NOT going to get one last moment of glory in this company at MY expense and I am set out to make the PERFECT example out of you… of an era of this division that's already dead. It's funny because Seleana was bleating like the sheep that she is talking about how I'm not Alicia, Roxi, Sam and Kayla…

You know what I say to that?

GOOD!

Because I didn't come to this fucking company to be ANY of them… I came here to be one person and one person only and that's Julianna Elise DiMaria god damn it! And hell, being THAT? I've proven seven times over, soon to be eight, that it's more than good enough!

So Mercedes? Congratulations on getting a flicker of the spotlight tonight…

But once I make an example out of you, I'll further validate why I've changed the game around here and why people just can't accept that their precious status quo they've known for years just keeps eroding away…

And hey, good luck I guess to Krystal and Bella…

Julianna shrugs before leaves the scene and heads out to the ring for her second title defense.

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Simone: It's time for the Main Event folks, Julianna DiMaria did what many before her failed to do when she dethroned Courtney Pierce at High Stakes and subsequently turned her away in their return match though not without some help from the Bombshell Internet Champion Ariana Angelos who still carries a grudge over how their match ended, well tonight we could see a repeat of that as Mercedes Vargas challenges for the World Bombshell Championship!

Adams: And there's a good reason why Belinda suggested that because Mercedes has been embroiled in a feud with the youngest member of the Bombshell Roster in recent weeks atter she got herself disqualified against Harper Mason by using a Singapore Cane against her and Harper's manager and mentor Jessie Salco, and just to make things worse? Harper could've scored the biggest win of her career last week when she had Courtney Piece down the count but Mercedes attacked her mid-count! To say that the animosity between those two women is paramount is putting it mildly!

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

Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL AND IT IS FOR THE SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHP!

"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. 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.. She heads to her corner and scoffs at the reaction she's getting as the song fades and she waits for what's coming next.

Justin: Introducing first, from San Diego, California, she is the World Bombshell Champion, JULIANNA DIMARIA!

Simone: Julianna has quickly established herself as one of the best wrestlers to enter the Bombshell Division in a long time, not many people can claim that they've remained undefeated for most of their initial few months in SCW, never mind winning the top title in their sixth match in SCW!

Adams: She'll be out to prove herself as a champion across her next few defences, provided off course she gets past Mercedes!

Justin: Introducing the challenger!

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Simone: Mercedes seems to be hell bent on making an example of Harper Mason but I have to wonder, if Mercedes dethrones Julianna, what will that mean for her No Disqualification Match between her and Harper at December 2 Dismember VI?

Adams: Or next week's qualifier match between Krystal and Bella, many eyes will be on this match and for very different reasons!

Dawn goes over the rules with Julianna and Mercedes and after Julianna hands over the title to her Dawn holds it high above her head, hands it to stagehand and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: And tonight's Main Event is underway! The young upstart World Bombshell Champion or the old soldier challenger, who will walk out as champion?

Adams: And what impact will that have on several other upcoming matches?

As soon as the bell rings Mercedes and Julianna lock up in the middle of the ring. As she's the (slightly) taller of the two women Mercedes backs Julianna into a corner where Dawn starts her four count which Mercedes honours after the count of four only to slap the taste out of Julianna's mouth! Julianna recoils as Mercedes takes the time to taunt the crowd going as far as to make belt motions around her waist as Julianna seethes.

Simone: It seems that picking a fight with a rookie has brought out the worst traits in Mercedes as Julianna just found out.

Adams: She knows tat Julianna isn't anywhere near Harper's experience level, right? Julianna's been wrestling for a few years and mas multiple world titles under her belt, Harper's not even out of her rookie year yet and I think Mercedes is about to get a rude awakening as a reminder of that fact.

Sure enough when Mercedes finally turns her attention back to Julianna the champ grabs Mercedes and switches positions with the Hall of Famer by placing her in the corner and laying into her with stiff punches and kick! Dawn eventually has to step in and make sure that Mercedes isn't been knocked out by Julianna's onslaught of offence but upon seeing that the Hall of Famer is kay Dawn turns around to admonish the champ, this doesn't last long as Mercedes explodes out of the corner with a spear knocking Julianna down.

Simone: All it took was one moment of distraction for Mercedes to take back control in this title match!

Adams: Julianna certainly had the wind knocked out of her there!

Mercedes goes for the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Julianna gets the shoulder up! Mercedes shakes her head before she picks up the champion and goes to whip her into the ropes but when Mercedes goes for a Discuss Clothesline on the rebound Julianna ducks under it and hits a Handspring Elbow on her own rebound! Mercedes sits up from the impact of the move but is quickly put back down again courtesy of a Shining Wizard to Mercedes's face from Julianna! Julianna goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

And Mercedes kicks out!

Simone: Champion and challenger now have one pin fall apiece as Julianna and Mercedes go back and forth.

Adams: But I have to wonder, where's Harper in all this? I know she's got an Empire Pro show tonight but she was here earlier, maybe she's watching from the Empire Pro event?

Mercedes doesn't get much of a chance to recover though as Julianna locks her challenger in a Camal Clutch in the middle of the ring! Dawn quickly gets into position to check to see if Mercedes wants to tap out to Julianna's hold but Julianna manages to break free of the Camal Clutch by slipping out the back of the hold and hitting Julianna with a Hair Pull Curb Stomp! Rather than go for another pin attempt though Mercedes turns the tables on Julianna by locking in a Single Leg Boston Crab!

Simone: They've traded pins and now they are trading submission holds!

Adams: Mercedes wants to be the top dog of the Bombshell Division again and Julianna wants to retain her title, question is, who wants it more? The veteran challenger or the newbie champion?

Dawn gets into position to ask Julianna if she wants to quit but Julianna refuses to give up the title to Mercedes as she starts making her way to the ring ropes to try to force the rope break, despite Mercedes's best efforts Julianna manages to force the rope break by grabbing the bottom rope only for Mercedes to drag the champion back to the centre of the ring, pick her up and drop Juliana with a Tornado DDT! Mercedes goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

And Juliana kicks out! Mercedes picks Julianna back up and gets her in position for a Ripcord move whilst mouthing the following to the camera: "this is for you Harper!".

Simone: Wait, is Mercedes going to try to hit Julianna with Harper's Crowd Killer finisher?

Adams: Harper has put most of her opponents away with that move so I guess it's worth a shot!

Indeed, Mercedes does go for her own version of the Ripcord Diamond Cutter but she spent to long taunting Harper about using that move that she leaves herself open to a backslide reversal from Julianna.

ONE!

TWO!

And Mercedes BARELY kicks out! Julianna retreats to a corner to regroup where Dawn checks on her not realizing that Mercedes is getting ready to charge in.

Simone: Dawn you might want to get out of the way.

Adams: No one wants to be the meat in a Julianna/Mercedes sandwich! Actually on second thought…….

Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Dawn doesn't realize that Mercedes is charging in until it's too late and she ends up dropping to the matt as Mercedes squashes both her and Julianna in the corner! Dawn drops likes a sack of potatoes whilst Julianna stumbles out of the corner……..right onto Mercedes's shoulders, MERCEDES HITS JULIANNA WITH THE BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE!

Simone: Black Rose Overdrive! But Dawn is out!

Adams: Mercedes's hubris is the one thing standing between her and winning the World Bombshell Championship right now!

Mercedes goes for the pin but quickly realizes that Dawn is out and can't count the pin, whilst Mercedes tries to wake up Dawn a familiar Bombshell emerges from under the ring with a Singapore Cane in hand!

Simone: IT'S HARPER! HOW LONG AS SHE BEEN HIDING UNDER THERE?!

Adams: Mercedes had better watch out!

Harper rolls the cane into the ring first before she climbs onto the apron and waits for Mercedes to turn around, when the veteran Bombshell does turn around she is greeted by a cheeky grin and wave from Harper and she can be heard yelling "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" before charging at Harper only to be hit with the Masonline Special for the second week in a row! Mercedes stumbles to her feet as Harper grabs the cane and subsequently breaks it over Mercedes's head knocking her out! Before she leaves Harper has one thing to say:

Harper: Hey Mercy? PAYBACKS A BITCH!

Harper quickly gets rid of the broken Singapore Cane and leaves the ring, by the time Dawn and Julianna come too the Teenage Bombshell is long gone having left through the crowd but Julianna seizes upon the opportunity by locking Mercedes in the Fujiwara Armbar!

Simone: Julianna has the Mercedes Bends locked on, well, Mercedes!

Adams: Mercedes would have nowhere to go even without that cane shot! Stick a fork in her, she's done!

Mercedes comes too just in time to realize that she's in Julianna's submission hold and quickly realizes that she has no choice but to tap out and does just that!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! JULIANNA DIMARIA!

Simone: Julianna retains the title, albeit with unwanted assistance from Harper!

Adams: Mercedes is going to be fuming next week!

Julianna celebrates with her title as Dawn checks on Mercedes.

Simone: Well ladies and gents, its time for us to end, we'll see you all next week. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying good night everybody!

The scene fades to Julianna holding the World Bombshell championship above her head.

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