The show opens up inside of the famed Royal Albert Hall, with the fans standing and cheering, waving for the attention of the camera. They hold up their signs that show their support for their favorite Sin City Wrestling superstars and Bombshells and the chant is heard throughout the building;

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

The camera pans across the building which is sold out to standing room only and ring announcer Justin Decent stands in the ring, bare chested and wearing only a pair of skin-tight cut-off shorts and white high tops. He waves to the cheering crowd and brings the microphone up to address the crowd.

Justin: Hello everybody and welcome to London, England! Welcome to the world famous Royal Albert Hall, and most of all, welcome to Sin City Wrestling's European spectacular -- London Brawling!

The crowd on hand cheers with hearty enthusiasm.

Justin: tonight will be our largest show ever in the history of Sin City Wrestling with eleven matches, each one main event worthy!

Justin is whipping the fans into an excited frenzy as he continues on.

Justin: Every SCW championship will be on the line, and for the first time in our history, Sin City Wrestling will be hosting the NWA World Heavyweight Championship as Jack Kraven defends against our very own Spike Staggs!

Cheers!

Justin: Now without further ado, may I present to you the mistress of ceremonies! Our Hostess with the Mostess ... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The fans cheer and applaud as Amanda walks out wearing an old world style powdered wig and appropriately matching gown. The music starts to play and the performance begins...

Amanda: There'v a ftreet near Plymouth Ho where failorv like to go,
They've an inn there called the Faufy Puffy Cat.
With a broken-hearted gal by the name of Fad Eyed Fal,
On a feat befide the bar you'll find her fat.

Fhe will whifper fweet nuffingv in your ear, fip your wine and fwig your beer,
Or fing a fimple fong though flightly flat.
Fhe ufed to juggle with a carrot, four bananav and a parrot,
But fingv got hard 'cauve fhe had to eat the act.

Oh fed a tear (fed a tear)
For Fad Eyed Fal (Fad Eyed Fal)
All her hopef and dreamv will fade and fall apart (fall apart)
And be finfere (be finfere)
To your own gal (your own gal)
Remember in your hand you hold your lover'v... heart

To the feamen fhe wav a prive, a real fight for fore eyev,
And the offiferv, they fmiled on her av well.
And Captain Fidney Fmart took one look and loft hiv heart,
Though he fwore he'd marry Lindy Fuvan Fnell.

One night he felt her foftly figh, Fal faid, "I'll love you till I die,
Let me feal it, let me feal it with a kiff."
Foundv of anger filled the air, Fid and Fal faw Fuvan there,
Fhe had a knife and , "Fo it hav come to thif."

The knife wav aimed at Fal'v foft puffom, fhe carried with a cuffion,
And fpinning fomerfaulting through the air.
It ended up in Fidney, juft below hiv kidney,
Through that fcreaming Lindy faw him lying there.

But fed a tear (fed a tear)
For Fad Eyed Fal (Fad Eyed Fal)
All her hopef and dreamf will fade and fall apart (fall apart)
And be finfere (be finfere)
To your own gal (your own gal)
Remember in your hand you hold a young girl'v... part

Fal ruffed to Fidney'v fide, "Oh fpeak to me," fhe cried,
Fhe poured fome whifkey down him from a nearby glaff.
And fhe nurfed him night and day, and difcretely turned away,
When fhe gave him hiv injection in hiv calf.

To hiv cheekf there came a fluff, he kiffed her hand, that made her bluff,
Fhe fmiled fo happily to fee him looking fo well.
Foon he could ftand on hiv own feet, and walk unaided down the ftreet,
Fo he went off and married Lady Fuvan Fnell.

Fo fed a tear (fed a tear)
For Fad Eyed Fal (Fad Eyed Fal)
All her hopef and dreamv will fade and fall apart (fall apart)
And be finfere (be finfere)
To your own gal (your own gal)
Remember in your hand you hold another'v... heart

If you're ever Plymouth way and down that ftreet you chanfe to ftray,
And you feel foolhardy and adventurouf.
Fink carefully before you venture through the door,
Beneath the fwinging fign of that fly old poof.

Don't drink with filthy Farah, or cattle market Clara,
Or knickerv Nell, they're all fweet and refined.
But if your heart iv filled with luft, and drink with Fal you muft,
Remember fhe hav fuffered fo be kind.

And if, when fhe'v had a few, you hold her clofe to you,
And you fenfe you're in a dream though you're awake.
Don't be taken by furprive if, when fhe'v cloved her eyev,
Fhe callv you darling Fidney by miftake.

Juft fed a tear (fed a tear)
For Fad Eyed Fal (Fad Eyed Fal)
All her hopef and dreamf will fade and fall apart (fall apart)
And be finfere (be finfere)
To your own gal (your own gal)
Remember in your hand you hold your lover'v... heart

The crowd cheers as Amanda whips off her wig and swings it in circles around and over her head while she prances across the stage in her gown before vanishing backstage.

Simone: Hello and welcome to SCW London Brawling. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Tonight is going to be an unforgettable night.

Adams: Five huge titles on the line.

Simone: That's right. We have the Bombshell title on the line as Raynin defends against Vixen and NWA Cruiserweight champion Misty

Adams: The roulette title is also on the line as Prime Time Matthew Kennedy attempts to become our third roulette champion

Simone: Tag gold also up for grabs as the legend, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams defend against Sinful Obsession and The Aristocrats

Adams: Also this month, As Justin just mentioned to the live crowd, SCW has a shot as the NWA World title. Spike Staggs will be up for a shot against NWA World Champion, Jack Kraven in a SCW Speciality, a roulette rules match.

Simone: Kraven is champion for a reason and talking of top champions.... that felt so wrong saying that...but Nick Jones...

Adams: Yes, Nick Jones will be in the main event, against Rage, the prize? SCW Heavyweight title.

Simone: Also tonight, we see well known NWA travellers, The Harkore Warriors will be here, as Viper goes one on one with former Bombshell champion, Kittie.

Adams: Also, newcomer Aleksei Koji will get to show SCW and the world what he can do as he goes one on one with Great Britian's very own, Johnny Brown.

Simone: From a newcomer to veterans. Tonight we will get to see two masters of the mat, squaring off one on one, when Tom Dudely steps in the ring against the ever dangerous Goth

Adams: And we got some steamy bombshell action when the gorgeous Gothika, takes on the gorgous Veronica Taylor to take on the gorgeous Krystal Diamond. So much gorgeousness

Simone: And violence too as five men go out to impress the staff,as Jared Black, Tommy Staggs, Adam Smith, Old Skool and Bobby Cage do battle in a roulette rules match

Adams: You mentioned violence, well we can't get no more violent then a London Street fight

Simone: It will not be for the faint hearted

Adams: Very true. Our boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward will be putting his career and in many ways as he takes it to the streets against the King Of Kings, Kain!

Simone: Plus so much more action on this show

Adams: So what are we waitng for? Let's crack on as they say here in London!




On the video-tron you see the words "Before The Show" as you see the NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions & the ICW Heavyweight Champion The HarKore Warriors in their locker room. Viper is still getting ready for the match while Weapon-X is the one looking into the camera.

Weapon-X: Seven Deadly Sins. For the past two months I've been on a quest to "save" Despayre from the rest of you. You see in the normal world people that love other people don't let those people, when they have severve mental trauma, make a fool of themselves on live television. Also the possibility of injury since the reason he first got this way was because of a car crash so multiple shots to the head clearly isn't good for him. Any reasonable person would take JUST those basic facts & come to the understanding that this poor man needs help. And since that is what we do, when we're not winning championship titles, we took our post match last month a bit personal in doing what we need to do to help Joshua.

X stops for a moment, as he doesn't know when exactly this will air on London Brawling but he wants to give a few breaks so people don't get confused with his words for today.

Weapon-X: We've been to Broodmoore up in Canada. And I know, for those who missed it, many are wondering how we got sealed medical records well it's good to be a conservative when the Minister of Health of Canada is also one. I asked for it under a danger clause as it was revealed to my wife & I. And while I am still convinced Synn & Gabriel are using him for their own financial gain after what I learned about how Despayre was treated at Broodmoore I have to admit, in public like a man, that you guys probably saved his life by getting him out of there. So while your common sense is gone, at least now that I know everything, it's clear you all are not criminials when it comes to Despayre's treatment. Other then wrapping up some things to try to get those who tortured Despayre put in prison after tonight, unless one of your teams tries to get a hold of our NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship titles in the future, we will have no serious problems with your stable. Tonight though my wife will be working her rear end off to get even with you Kittie from last month but then we go on to others who warrant our attention.

The HarKore Warriors fade out as the crowd knows how hard it must be for a very proud man in Weapon-X to admit that he's been wrong. Also that it leaves him open to be made fun of but, unlike the minor issue about a arena last month in WCCW, this is a actual important issue so they must be ready to take it as the video-tron goes to black as we're back in the arena.




The crowd cheers as on the Sin-Screen, the SCW Roulette Champion, Bo Dreamwolf, standing side by side with the comely reporter of Sin City Wrestling, Miss Rocky Mountains. They are both standing in front of the large SCW Roulette Wheel, looking over the various matches, among them;

Streetfight ... Switch Gimmicks ... Christian's Choice ... Hardcore ... Blindfold ... Strap Match ... Ladder ... Coal Miner's Glove ... and many others. Miss Rocky brings her eyes down and from the various matches on the wheel and looks to Bo who is in his full gear with the Roulette belt around his waist.

Miss Rocky: Bo, we're here in London, England where you are getting ready to put your Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship on the line against a man who will certainly have the home field advantage, and perhaps even the support of the crowd tonight in Primetimetime Matthew Kennedy.

She holds the microphone over to Bo who steals a glance back up at the wheel before returning his attention to the beautiful woman at his side.

Bo: Well I don't doubt that Primetimetime has the home advantage, and this could be one of the first times I have the fans rooting against me, but you know something? The Roulette division is all about handling the unexpected so all I can do is go out there and wrestle him like I would anyone else I was put up against.

Miss Rocky: Do you see Primetimetime as a threat to your championship?

Bo: Primetimetime Matthew Kennedy is a threat to any championship. Mine. Nick Jones. The tag team titles if he took on a partner. The man is skilled and dangerous so I have to be ready for anything he might throw my way.

Miss Rocky: And for anything Nick Jones might throw at you? Lately you two have been at each other's throats.

Bo shakes his head.

Bo: I can't worry about Nick Jones right now. If I let him distract me, my title is as good as gone and I am not going to let that sorry excuse of a man have the satisfaction.

Miss Rocky: Time to spin the wheel?

Bo motions with his hands from Rocky to the wheel.

Bo: Ladies' honor.

Miss Rocky smiles graciously as she passes the microphone to Bo and grabs hold of the spokes and gives gthe wheel a hard spin. Both watch closely as each matches spins by until finally the wheel starts to slow down. Several matches pass by the deciding arrow; Flag ... Falls Count Anywhere ... Player's Choice ... until it finally lands on...

Bo's face falls and he stares in disbelief as Miss Rocky admittedly has a bit of a smile on her own face. Bo runs a hand along his chin and just turns and walks away. Miss Rocky looks up and the camera shows the arrow pointing directly on "Mud Pit" and the crowd watching cheers and laughs.

Adams: Oooooooooo!




Justin Decent: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is an NWA Grudge match. Introducing first, representing the Seven Deadly Sins…

KITTIE!!!

The opening drum beat of “Lollirot” by Jack Off Jill begins blasting through the speakers as the light flash along with the music. As the instrumentals pick up, Kittie shoves her way through the curtains. A spotlight lands on her as she pauses, throwing her head forward, and then back. She lets her hair fall down over her face, and it slowly falls back as she moves her head slowly from one side to the other. She throws her hands up in the air and lets out a scream before she starts skipping down the entryway. She bops her head to the side as she goes. She stops to stick her tongue out at a booing fan or two, and then she continues skipping until about half way to the ring. From there she makes a mad dash toward the ring, leaping onto the apron. She quickly bangs her head as she dances to the nearest turnbuckle. She climbs it, and pauses there, looking out across the audience through her hair as they boo her. She throws her middle fingers in the air before jumping down into the ring. She paces back and forth quickly as her music dies down.

Justin: And her opponent… she is one half of the NWA Tag Team Champions…

VIPER!!!

"Keep The Faith" by Bon Jovi starts to play.

"Mother mother tell your children
That their time has just begun
I have suffered for my anger
There are wars that can't be won"

Darkness comes to the arena as smoke comes out around the entrance way. As the smoke moves up red lights come up & you see that the smoke is making a "V" above the ramp way.

"Father father please believe me
I am laying down my guns
I am broken like an arrow
Forgive me
Forgive your wayward son"

Pyro goes off as on the Tron you see pictures of Viper using her Eyes of Justice submission & the Kiss of Death submission hold on people from her past years in Professional Wrestling.

"Everybody needs somebody to love(mother, mother)
Everybody needs somebody to hate(please believe me)
Everybody's bitching' cause they can't get enough
And it's hard to hold on
When there's no one to lean on"

Then you see pictures of the three men that Viper has leaned on in the past in her father, her husband Weapon-X as well as the now her ex-stablemate Prince of Darkness as the Tron is moving along with the words of the song as you see how each of those three have let her down in the past but why out of those three she's still stuck by her husband Weapon-X.

Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith

Faith: don't let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to Keep the faith
Keep the faith Keep the faith Lord we got to keep the faith"

The Tron shows how Viper has lived through others failures in her success in countless promotions not to mention her biggest successes then Viper comes out on the entrance stage with her kendo stick in hand. Viper is below the "V" as she is wearing her traditional Japanese garb.

"Walking in the footsteps
Of society's lies
I don't like what I see no more
Sometimes I wish that I was blind
Sometimes I wait forever"


Viper walks as you hear the sound of footsteps with this verse as she puts her hand over her eyes as the verse continues.

"To stand out in the rain
So no one sees me cryin'
Trying to wash away the pain
Mother father"

Viper is now near the ring as you see her waiting at the bottom of the metal ring steps as she doesn't look at anybody just at the steps.

"There's things I've done I can't erase Every night we fall from grace"

Viper starts to walk up the steps as the verse continues.

"It's hard with the world in your face
Trying to hold on, trying to hold on"

Viper is now at the top of the ring steps as she points the kendo stick in the direction of her opponent(s) as the chorus comes on.

"Faith: you know you're gonna live thru the rain
Lord you got to keep the faith
Faith: don't let your love turn to hate
Right now we got to keep the faith
Faith: now it's not too late
Try to hold on, trying to hold on
Keep the faith"

Viper is now inside the ring as the music fades out.

KITTIE Vs VIPER
BOMBSHELL GRUDGE MATCH

DING!
DING!
DING!

The two women stand toe to toe in the center of the ring, jawing at each other. The tension builds between the two until they lock up. The two women jostle for position with Viper getting the upper hand and backing Kittie into the ropes. Kittie swings Vipers around so her back is in the corner. They hold onto the elbow-collar tie-up as they go back and forth along the ropes trying to get the position. Kittie eventually backs gets Viper into the corner and holds her there until referee Drew Patton makes her release the hold.

Simone: What a way to start the first night of the match! These two are so evenly matched. Whoever wins this match will only do so after they’re both at their limits.

Kittie and Viper circle each other a couple of times before locking up again. This time, Viper twists Kittie’s arm. Kittie rolls through, reversing the hold into an arm twist of her own. Kittie torques the arm as Viper holds her shoulder looking for a way to get out of the hold. Viper sees an opening and grabs Kittie’s arm, reversing into another arm twist.

Adams: Quite a pretzel they seem to be in.

Kittie reverses again, but Viper quickly pulls her into an armdrag. Both women are back to their feet to the crowd’s delight.

Simone: The crowd is really into this match.

After some more jawing, they lock up again. This time, Kittie pulls Viper into a side headlock. Viper attempts to push Kittie’s hands over her head, but Kittie clamps down. After a few more moments of struggling, Viper tries once again to slip out of the hold. This time, Viper is successful and brings Kittie’s arm up to her shoulder with a top wrist lock. Kittie struggles for a moment before jumping and using her momentum to roll Viper through with an inside scissors. Kittie attempts a cover.

1… Viper kicks out!

Simone: They are both looking for an opening, but neither one is giving any.

Both women are back to their feet. They circle each other once again, sizing each other up. They lock up and Kittie brings Viper into a side headlock. She quickly brings Viper over with a headlock takedown. Kittie holds the headlock. Every time Viper makes a move to try to escape, Kittie torques down on the hold. After a few attempts, Viper gets her legs around Kittie’s neck and pulls her down with a leg scissor. Viper holds Kittie down with the leg scissor for a moment until Kittie pushes her legs off and hops back up onto her feet.

Simone: Neither one is giving an inch. They both really want this win.

Viper gets back to her feet and runs at Kittie who uses her momentum against her, bringing Viper to the mat with another headlock takedown. Viper quickly locks Kittie into another leg scissors. This time, Kittie has to struggle a bit more to get out of the hold. Kittie eventually is able to launch herself into a bridge, pinning Viper.

1… Viper pushes Kittie away!

Both women get back to their feet, but Kittie knocks Viper back to the mat with a clothesline.

Adams: Finally, a move that isn’t a submission.

Viper springs back to her feet only to be leveled by another Kittie clothesline. This time, Viper is a little slower getting back up. Once Viper is to her knees, Kittie runs at her with an shining wizard. Viper dodges the kick and gets back to her feet. Kittie turns around into a kick to the side of her head that drops her to her knees. Viper follows up with another kick across the chest that puts Kittie on her back. Viper makes a cover.

1…
2… Kittie kicks out!

Viper pulls Kittie to her feet and tucks her head into a powerbomb position. Kittie lifts Viper into the air, tossing her over her back and down to the mat with a back body drop. Kittie connects with a leg drop before pulling Viper back to her feet. Kittie puts Viper in a front headlock and motions for her finisher.

Simone: Kittie is looking for the Kat’s Cradle.

Viper gets out of the headlock, reversing it into an arm twist.

Adams: Denied!

Viper kicks Kittie in the mid-section and tucks her head between her legs in a powerbomb position.

Simone: Viper is looking to hit The Cleansing Effect.

Kittie pulls her head free, stumbling back and landing on her bottom.

Adams: Denied!

Simone: Can you stop that?

Viper gets a running start, but Kittie is prepared, ducking out of the way and bringing Viper down with a school boy pin.

1…
2... Viper Kicks Out!

Both women reach their feet at the same time. Kittie kicks Viper in the mid-section and drops her with a vicious DDT.

Simone: That may be the turning point.

Kittie pulls Viper back to her feet and sets her up for a powerbomb. Kittie grabs Viper around the midsection and brings her up to her shoulders. Viper uses the upward momentum to go back down Kittie’s back. Viper grabs Kittie’s thighs and pulls her over into a sunset flip pin. Kittie struggles to get out as Drew Patton makes the count.

1…
2…
3!

Kittie kicks out but it was just a bit too late. Drew calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: The winner of the match… VIPER!!!!

Simone: What a shock! Viper takes out one of the sins!

Adams: Bad news for the Harkore Warriors is that there's a lot more sins where she came from.




Pussy Willow is standing by the entrance door to Kain's locker room. Suddenly, the door opens and Ariel steps out, looking at Pussy with such distain and disgust. Shaking her head, she steps aside and both women watch Kain step out into the hallway, the camera gazing at him in close view as the fans recognize him and boo the hell out of him. Kain merely grins and looks off into the distance, holding Ariel close, who rubs her man's stomach and chest as Pussy asks him a single question.

P.W.: Week after week, you and the one half of the co-owners of SCW, Mark Ward, have not only traded verbal jabs, but physical jabs as well. The tension has rose to its very peak and things are about to be settled. What is your plan against Mark Ward and do you think you will come out winning in the end?

Kain stops grinning and looks at Pussy, who can't help but shrink from his presence.

Kain: What kind of a stupid question is that, girl? Of course I'll win! I'm the best that this federation has to offer and I won't stop until all of my dreams are realized! Mark Ward has been nothing but a thorn on my side and I have every intention of eliminating him from this game for good. After tonight, he will no longer possess an iron grip over this organization! After tonight, I will be going after championship gold, challenging Nick Jones or any wrestler that holds their belt in the manner I see it! Basically, what I'm telling you, Pussy Willow, is that it will be on MY TERMS. I'm a god, I'm a demon! Haven't you realized that yet? While Mark uses people for his own agenda, I've fought for everything on my own and Ariel is the only person that has EVER cared about me. She was NEVER dragged into this lifestyle - SHE CHOSE IT! Mark was very wrong about that and so many other things. He can't talk to Alex Grayson anymore because Kain took his place and Kain is a dangerous, lethal son of a bitch! He will break all the rules to gain the world, even if he loses his soul in the process! I can't be stopped and I am very confident in this struggle against Mark Ward. Tonight, he and I will be chasing each other all over London. Blood will be shed, bones will be broken, and no one will ever be the same after tonight's chaos unfolds right before your eyes! But I will be the one standing in the end, Mark Ward! I will be the one that remains victorious in the end! You should have never fucked with me, asshole. Tonight, payback is going to be a bitch and no matter where you run, no matter where you hide, I WILL FIND YOU! It's time to destroy the reputation and legend that's Mark Ward and send him packing to his grave! The King Of Kings will finally destroy the heart and soul of the SCW organization and it will be replaced by a ruthless dictator that everyone will come to tremble and fear in the days, months, and years to come! Mark, your days as the leader of the SCW are over and tonight, nothing will ever be the same for you again! Are you ready to go, my love?

She nods her head and takes Kain away from Pussy, Ariel whispering lovingly into his ear as the crowd boos him out of the building. Pussy lowers the microphone and stares at them quizzically.

A video starts to play as Nickelback's "This Means War" blasts over the speakers.

Hot Stuff puts down the phone and looks up to see Kain standing before him

Kain: You wanted to see me?

HS: I do Kain

Hot Stuff stands up, putting a hand on Kain's shoulder. Kain looks at Hot Stuff's hand and steps away

Kain: Well...?

Hot Stuff raises an eyebrow

HS: I can see you're not the touchy, feely type. Anyway, I've been watching you bud, I've been watching you take my roster apart one at a time and I see clear potential in you. Now you've done well in your career so far, destorying those amateurs over in AWA before they treated you like dog crap, but you can always do better

Kain: You brought me in here for a pep talk? Is that it?

HS: No Kain, I brought you in here to give you an oppotunity, one so great that right now, the whole roster is gonna sit there and be jealous. You see, it's only a matter of time before gold heads in your direction, we both know that, but you need a little extra help. Now everything I touch turns to gold here, I have the power to take someone's career and help it sky rocket.

Kain: I don't need your help to do that.

HS: Oh you do Kain. You must have been watching that little bitch Spike, trying to bring me down, trying to rebel and act like a snotty brat, but a lot of that I think is jealousy, because he wasn't given the oppotunity you are about to be given.

Kain: Cut the crap and get to the point

HS: As you wish. I want you to join me Kain, I want you to come and join me, Nick, Rix, Angelica, and rid the SCW of these New Xtreme nobodies. In exchange, I will take you to the top, I will put you in matches you never thought possible. I will make you a legend. Join us Kain, let me turn you in to the monster you deserve to be.

Kain: So basically, you want me to get invovled in your pissing contest with people I couldn't give a damn about? Boss, you can take that offer, and shove it up your ass! I don't need you to make myself look good, I already am good. I'm the most talented and well rounded fighter on your roster, I don't need your help to look better, because I will take whatever you put in front of me, and rip it to shreads. I do things my way, without the help of anyone.

Hot Stuff looks disappointed

HS: Are you sure that's what you want to do?

Kain doesn't answer, he turns around and heads to the door

HS: Suit yourself

Hot Stuff grabs Kain's head and slams it against the door of the office, taking him by surprise. Kain falls to the floor and Hot Stuff grabs a stapler from his desk and drills it in to Kain's head. He drops the stapler and starts to throw heavy fists in to his face, holding him down with his left hand and nailing him with his right. Hot Stuff drags a weary Kain to his feet and holds him up with a hand around the throat, up against a wall

HS: Do you know how many people would have liked that offer I made you? Everyone! Everyone knows my influence on this place and you coulda had it all. I could have gave you it all Kain.

Hot Stuff punches Kain in the face with his free hand

HS: You coulda had the lot, but you made your choice. Thing is Kain, and that pissant Spike will back this up, I always get what I want and you WILL take orders from me like a good little solider, or I will make your life hell, you understand?

Hot Stuff opens his office door and throw Kain through it, just as Angelica walks towards the door. She looks at Hot Stuff

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The titantron flares to life as the camera rapidly approaches his office and walks into it. We suddenly see Kain beating the crap out of Mark Ward, brass knuckles equipped on his right hand as he continues to pummel Mark. The camera is able to get close enough to the action, to see Mark Ward being busted open!

Simone: What the hell is he doing, Jason? He’s not supposed to be pulling off that kind of crap around here, especially on the boss!

Adams: No, you’re wrong, Belinda. He’s getting revenge from what happened to him the last time they faced!

The crowd is booing the hell out of Kain as he picks up Mark and executes a few Muay Thai knees into Mark’s stomach, forcing his boss to lose a lot of wind. Then he unleashes a furious uppercut with the fist that has the brass knuckles, causing more blood to spill as he is flown back and hits the ground hard. Kain laughs at him, kicking at him hard into his ribs, his girl screaming somewhere in the corner. He hoists Mark into a standing position and drags him to the top of his desk, then executes Malice and sends Mark through his desk, cutting in half, making him broken!

The crowd continues to boo Kain as he spits on Mark Ward in a sign of disrespect. He lets go of Mark, who is lying on his back, completely out of it. He sees his girl, Angelica, rushing towards him, trying to slap him. Suddenly, she gets kicked into the face by the side and is knocked out cold! The camera pans back to reveal Ariel, Kain’s girl, who looks down at her with rage. Kain stands up to his full height and smirks

Mark tries to get up, but manages to get a hold of Kain’s trunks, but Kain laughs and throws him to Ariel, who does a spinning heel kick to Mark’s face, making him spin into the air briefly before landing on the floor. Kain cackles evily as the crowd is displeased with Kain’s cruel actions as Ariel takes her man and leads him out of the room. As Kain and his girl leaves, we see a team of ambulance workers and security finally arrive in the room, looking over them both with concern

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Hot Stuff stands up and walks towards the ring, grabbing a chair as he goes. Kain sees Hot Stuff with the chair and runs across the ring apron, diving off the ring apron towards the boss but Hot Stuff raises the chair and Kain dives head first in to it!

Adams: Kain just took himself out with a chair!

Simone: That's bull! Hot Stuff raised the chair!

Raynin puts her head between the ropes, yelling at Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff looks at the fallen Kain and raises the chair again and drops it down across Kain knee, forcing the sound to echo through the arena. The fans start to boo as Hot Stuff lifts the chair once again.

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HS: Now I get to make you SCW exsistance a living hell. Here's the thing with me Kain, I love a challenge, I love proving over and over that I am the best that's ever entered the ring. I don't run away, I don't hide behind computer screens, this ain't facebook where I'd unfriend your punk arse just to hide from you. I face my obsticles, I don't string people along and then hide from them, I'm not a coward Kain, so I'm gonna face you. One on one, no bullshit, no one to hit the ring to save me if things go wrong, because I'm a man Kain.

The crowd cheer loudly

HS: We've all heard the Kain stories. "he kicked somebodies arse out on the street, he's the king of kings cause of his underground fighting" Ah shut the hell up. You're not the king and you won't be until you defeat me son, so here's what we're gonna do. When we get to London, we'll gonna see how much of a king of the underground you really are because me and you are taking this to the streets, in a London Street Fight.

The crowd cheer again as Hot Stuff's face turns serious

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Kain: Your challenge against me for London Brawling is accepted! And I'm not just accepting it just because you have me booked for it automatically, it's because I HAVE A CHOICE and it's a choice that I make, ON MY OWN TERMS. It's something that you will NEVER take away from me. This act, along with many other acts against you, will once again surely piss you off. I'm the one in control of my destiny, you worthless shit - YOU ARE NOT! Therefore, you will fight me at London Brawling and guess what? You will get your ass kicked by the greatest fighter of them all - KAIN, THE KING OF KINGS!

Adams: Folks, it's official! The King Of Kings will clash with Mark "Hot Stuff" Ward in what will be one of the biggest battles in SCW history!

Simone: Oh, no doubt! This is going to be one match that everyone will be focused on throughout the entire PPV! It's going to be quite epic, Jason!

Kain: Here's what going to happen, Mark. You are going to pay for every sin you committed against me. You interfered in just about every fight I've been involved in since our initial encounter. You talked too much trash and you tried to have your boyfriend, Nick Jones, get the best of me. Then you made me mad even further by not giving me a title shot, which was rightfully mine when you know, FOR A FACT, that Nick Jones and Damon Synn were nothing but easy prey for the win and that I would have been champion that night. All of your efforts have failed. At London Brawling, you will suffer my wrath, once and for all! The time has come for you to put up or shut up and I will put YOU IN YOUR PLACE, Mark!

The crowd boo big time! Kain: Mark, there will be no escape. There will be no turning back after this. I warned you. I told you what you should be doing. You failed to heed me. After London Brawling, mark my words; I will officially be YOUR BOSS. You will do what I say, when I say, and how I want it to happen. You will kneel before me, accept me as your king, and do what you are told. You will receive a beating that's well-deserved, a beating that's within an inch of your life, Mark. Do not take me lighly; you know how I handle my affairs in the ring. You can run, you can hide. You think you have home court advantage when you really don't! I know London ALL TOO WELL, because I've fought many battles there too, so don't ever think, for one second, that you have all the cards in hand. You're VERY wrong on that.

Kain smirks, one last thought remaining...

Kain: After London Brawling, as far as I'm concerned, your time and your life as both the boss of SCW and a professional wrestler...WILL BE OVER! Count on it, you stupid son of a BITCH!

Kain tosses the microphone away as Ariel kisses him on the mouth, telling him how proud she is. He nods back at her and the two talk to each other, the crowd booing him out of the building, as they walk up the ramp and exit, heading somwhere backstage.

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"Midnight Tornado" blasts through the speakers and a chorus of boos echo around the arena. Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Angelica and Veronica Taylor appear at the top of the ramp

Adams: Uh oh!

Kain looks at the entrance ramp. A wide smile crosses his face as Hot Stuff starts to walk towards the ring. Before Hot Stuff can get to the ring....

Simone: Oh this is a set up!

Nick Jones slides in the ring from behind Kain, chair in hand and hits Kain on the back of the head with a huge chair shot!

Simone: Oh my god!

Ariel gets in Nick Jones face but Angelica quickly slides in the ring and takes Ariel down to the mat. Angelica and Veronica Taylor stomp on Ariel. Hot Stuff slides in the ring. Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and pulls out brass knuckles, and slides them on his hand. Nick picks Kain up and holds him. Hot Stuff drills the brass knuckles in to Kain's head. Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and throws something towards Angelica.

Adams: Is that...?

Angelica holds a pair of handcuffs in the air as Veronica pulls Ariel towards the ropes and Angelica bends down, cuffing her around the ropes

Simone: This is just wrong!

Angelica and Veronica stomp all over Ariel and Hot Stuff and Nick kick Kain in the ribs. Hot Stuff pulls Kain over towards Ariel and holds his head up in front of a screaming Ariel. Hot Stuff holds his head up and starts to drill the brass knuckles in to Kain head, forcing a trickle of blood to rolls down his face.

Simone: Hot Stuff making Kain's girl watch this horror attack is just wrong.

Hot Stuff drops Kain and Nick walks over and lifts up his legs. Nick twists him over in the So Damn Good! As Nick locks it in, Veronica and Angelica hold Ariel's face to the floor, opposite Kain as he yells out in pain

Adams: This is just so wrong!

After a few seconds Nick releases the hold and he, Hot Stuff, Angelica and Veronica step back, their arms raised.

Simone: Someone get them out of there

The camera zooms in to Kain's face, blood streaming down as he looks at Ariel

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Suddenly, the entire arena goes dark and the crowd is unsure of what's going on!

Simone: What the hell is going on around here?!!

Adams: I hear a lot of angry shouts emanating from the ring! Not good!!

Suddenly, the lights come up and it's turning out to be a vicious beating on them all! Nick's entourage, Nick Jones, Mark Ward, Angelica and Veronica are now victims on a devastating onslaught! The culprits are all dressed in black, from head to toe, no one able to see their faces. All of the foes are completely helpless as one of them takes away Nick's championship belt and steps back as they continue to put on the hurt!

"On We March..." blares on the speakers and the crowd immediately goes into boos as Kain appears backstage, smiling with glee as Ariel follows not far from behind!

Adams: Kain lied! Ariel was here the whole time, not back in her home, recovering from her emotional and physical injuries!

Simone: Kain is enraged and wanted nothing but retribution! At least he's telling the truth about that!

Kain and Ariel enter the ring. Ariel has brass knuckles equipped. She orders the females to drag both Veronica and Angelica to ropes and handcuffed, which happens within a few minutes. It doesn't take long for Angelica and Veronica to get busted open as Ariel works on them each, smashing them constantly on the forehead, blood pouring out profusely. Veronica and Angelica are now helpless, unable to do anything as Ariel and her cohorots are kicking them both down. Meanwhile, Kain grabs the championship belts and taunts Mark Ward, who is being held from behind. He yells at Kain to back off, but gets punched hard in the stomach by one of the males and falls to his knees.

Kain laughs and then rushes towards Nick, smashing him HARD with the championship belt! Not only does it knock a few teeth out of Nick Jones, but blood now starts pouring on the ground. Kain then brutally kicks Nick in the face, knocking him out as he lets go, allowing his partners to beating the shit out of Nick with their kicks. Kain orders one of the men to grab a chair from the outside. That man gets out of the ring, yells at one of the attendants to get off the chair, and picks it up. He enters the ring and hands Kain the chair, who tosses the championship onto Nick's bloodied body. He looks at Mark "Hot Stuff" Ward, who glowers in fury.

Simone: Kain is a ruthless man that is willing to go THIS FAR to exact his revenge. How dare does anyone cross his path and gets away with a humilating beating like the one he received last week!

Adams: Not to mention hurting his woman! That is a huge no-no to Kain. Ariel is his beloved and anyone that touches her violently will suffer the consequences! But at the same time, you shouldn't piss off Mark Ward either. No one should be getting away with this! Well, maybe except for Kain!

Kain gets into Mark's face and trash talks to him as the crowd boos at him. Something about the sight of his upcoming opponent made him angry and he whacked Mark Ward hard in the face with a vicious chairshot. But the men behind hold Mark as Kain lands one chairshot after the next. It lasts for ten chair headshots. Mark is now unconsciousness as the men let go of him. Ariel knocks out Veronica and Angelica and spits in their face in a sign of disrespect and dislike. Then she walks over to her man as Kain picks up the championship. The males and females, all dressed in black, stand back and watch silently as Kain laughs and raises the championship above his head, standing over Mark Ward and Nick Jones as Nick's entourage is also down, unmoving, the crowd booing Kain out of the building.

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"THIS ENDS NOW!!!" flashes across the screen as we come back to current times.

Christian Underwood is seen backstage, holding an envelope. Kain appears in front of him and Christian hands him it.

Christian: This is where to meet Mark.

Kain looks at Christian with an evil glare and walks away. Christian reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a phone. He hits some buttons on the front and raises it to his ear.

Christian: Mark.... Here's where you have to meet Kain....




Rule Britannia cuts in.

Stood in front of a picture of the Queen hanging above an antique sideboard is a the English Ambassador of Violence

Sat on the sideboard on white doilies is a fine china plate with freshly buttered crumpets. Johnny Brown, with his back to the camera sets down his tea cup and saucer.

The True Brit spins around; he wipes a tear from his eye, composes himself then begins to talk.

Finally the Brit has come back….. home!!!!!

Trademark refused….

The True Brit is back in his homeland.

The SCW office was kind enough to lay on this spread for ‘typical English fare’ behind me.

THAT! Was there second mistake!

China meets floor when Johnny clears the elevenses off the unit with one sweep of his forearm. Splash, shatter and squelch, the floor wins.

We don’t sit around like in your dumb American movies… the office are idiots.

There first mistake is worse than this food faux pas.

They have an event in London, ENGLAND and I’m not in the main event?

Have I not paid my dues?

Apparently not… Have I not gone full tilt since joining Sin-C-Dub?

That’s appears not to be enough!

What seems to matter is who ya rim… we’ll I don’t play the rusty trombone… I only where knee pads when I wrestle not during contract signings.

If the Powers That Be want rage, then its rage they’ll get.

Aleksei Koji… you’re the first to feel my frustrations.

When I step into that ring I will put on a show the World has never seen. My talent cannot be held down by ANYBODY!

When I step back through the curtain everyone in the arena will stand on their feet, turn to each other than say.

Now THAT’S Entertainmentttttttttt.

Still singing Johnny walks out; leaving the camera focused on the shattered teapot and squished crumpets.




Adams: This is a brutal night so far, folks! And it’s only going to get better!

Simone: Newcomer Aleksei Koji will be taking on Johnny Brown, who currently has been showing signs of promise around here. Will he win once again or will Aleksei get the best of him this week?

Adams: Only one way to find out, Simone! Won’t be an easy battle between the two, that’s for sure!

Decent: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from GREAT Britain, weighing at 240 lbs....JOHNNY BROWN!!!!!!

The low intro to Town Called Malice plays across the arena. At the top of the ramp the lights flashing to the beat show a figure at the top of the ramp.

As the chorus kicks in Johnny Brown turns flicks his arms out to herald his arrival. He struts to the ring ignoring the crowd nodding his head to his own theme. Behind him a Union Jack drops from the ceiling prompting Johnny to turn and applaud whilst scowling at the fans who boo.

Decent: On his way to the ring... weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from GREAT Britain.. He is the True Brit... Joooohhnnnyyy Brooooooown.

Johnny stops his march to listen to his introduction raising his hands high, beckoning to no-one in-particular that he is here. He springs lithely to the apron, wipes his boots then steps between the ropes. His bomber jacket is quickly unzipped and tossed to the Justin Decent. He's ready.

Simone: He’s more than ready, alright! Someday, there’s going to be championship gold around that man’s waist!

Adams: That may be the case, Simone, but he still has a long way to go before that happens!

Simone: A long way to go? Adams, you are delusional! This man has what it takes to be the best!

Adams: His mettle hasn’t been truly tested yet. Wait until he goes up against one of the champions or someone as dangerous as Mark Ward. Then if he wins, I may as well cave in and agree for a change!

Decent: And his opponent! From Bucharest, Romania, weighing at 255 lbs....ALEKSEI KOJI!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wonderlust King" will start to play all throughout the area. Spotlights will hit the ramp and for a long moment they will stay in that position waiting for Aleksei to make his entrance. He does not appear to be coming. The spot lights start to search the crowd and find that Aleksei is in the audience having a drink. He starts to move through the crowd towards the ring. As he is about to climb over the rail he hands his flask to a nearby fan and then climbs in.

Adams: It looks like the fans are going to give him a chance. They like what they see!

Simone: Well I’m not! This guy looks like creepy, with all of those scars on him!

Adams: You shouldn’t be judging a book by its cover, Simone. This guy could be the real deal!

Simone: Yeah, but my money’s still on Johnny Brown. No way he can be beat tonight!

Adams: Looks like we have a bet in place!

"TRUE BRIT" JOHNNY BROWN Vs ALEKSEI KOJI
SINGLES MATCH

DING
DING
DING!

Koji and Brown circle around the ring for a little bit, measuring each other in size. Then the two clash in a lockup, trying to gain the advantage first. Brown is able to push Koji into the ropes and throw him to the other side. When he returns, Brown goes for a hip toss, but Koji manages to land on his two feet. He turns around and hits a dropkick, staggering the big man briefly. But Koi made the mistake of following it up with a clothesline, allowing Brown to recover and counter with a powerslam. He stands up, kicking down Koji for a bit, then he brings him back up, trash-talking in his face. Brown then sets him up for a suplex and tries to move Koji, but Koji won’t budge. Going for a second time, Koji stopped him, then Koji turns the tides and hits Brown with a suplex!

Adams: See, Simone? This new guy is starting to gain ground on Brown!

Simone: You just wait, Adams. Brown is somehow going to turn all of this around!

Koji goes for a quick pin right after that suplex, but the count didn’t start, since Brown kicked out so easily. Koji picks up his foe and starts beating on him like a punching bag, landing fast jabs to his face, knocking him backward to the ropes. He then takes a few steps back and rushes forward, but Brown is able to lower himself and go for a back body drop. But Koji was smart enough to grab the ropes and land on the apron. Brown, thinking that his opponent is done, acts arrogant and poses for the fans, who boo at him. He turns around and gets a headbutt into the stomach for his mistake. He takes a few steps back as Koji leaps onto the top rope, then flies off, trying to get his legs between Brown’s head for a frankensteiner. In reprisal, Brown snarls with rage and catches Koji in mid-air, smashing him to the mat with a powerbomb! He drags Koji to the center of the ring and goes for the pin, the referee counting it in.

1...
2...
But Koji gets his shoulder up in the nick of time!

Simone: Damn, Adams, the referee should have counted faster! That was Brown’s win for the taking!

Adams: Oh shush, Simone! The referee was doing his job! He’s supposed to be fair and unbiased, remember?

Brown yells at the referee about the count, then dismisses him. Brown goes to pick up Koji, but Koji starts to pummel Brown with mid-section punches that leaves his opponent breathless for a second. Koji follows it up with a headbutt to the face, then goes for a devastating clothesline that sends Brown reeling to the mat. The fans are fired up, sending loud cheers towards the newcomers, who quickly acknowledges them with a smile and a nod. He hits the ropes and goes for a legdrop to Brown’s chest, who feels the pain immediately and growls with anger. Koji goes for the pin and the referee covers him...

1...
2...
But Brown kicks out right as the referee was about to slap the mat for the third time.

The referee raises his hands quickly, backing off from the count and telling the officials on the side that it was a two-count only. Koji brings his opponent back to his fet and throws him into the upper-left turnbuckle. The bones on his back feel the pain and he groans, feeling it as well. But he is able to get his breath back and scouts Koji running, in full-force, trying to squash him with his entire body crushing the life out of him. Brown rolls out of the way and Koji receives a hard smash into his chest as a reward for his troubles. He stumbles back and Brown retaliaties with a devastating spinebuster! He hits the ropes and follows it up with the Brit Knee, a rolling kneedrop! Brown steps back and waits for Koji to get on his feet, but as he does, he stumbles around, holding his chest closely. As he turns towards Brown’s direction, Brown follows it up with a spear that tackles Koji to the ground. He then punts Koji on the ground, laughing as Koji is trying to get away from him.

Simone: See, Adams? That’s what I’m talking about? Brown is on top of things while Aleksei is down and out, unable to get any kind of respite!

Adams: Let’s go Koji! Don’t make me lose this bet now!

Koji is able to get on his feet by using the ropes, Brown stalking him from behind. He grabs the man and drags him back, trying to choke him out with a submission hold. The crowd is booing Brown as both men are down on their knees, Koji fighting to stay conscious. The referee watches Koji slowly, but surely lose focus and is slipping. He raises his arm once, but it drops. He raises the arm for the second time and that also dropped as well. But on the third try, Koji kept his arm up and the crowd is alive, cheering loudly. Brown is yelling in his ear, telling him to give up, but Koji refuses to listen! Both men are back on their feet now and he has his arm raised high still, then he lowers it and smashes Brown in the stomach with a back elbow into his stomach. Not once, not twice, but three times! Brown lets go of the hold, feeling the pain rushing through him. Koji runs to the ropes, comes back, and hits Brown with a rushing knee lift that sends Brown staggering. Brown bounces back from the ropes and Koji gets him in a front powerslam! Koji feels the win coming, so he goes for the pin, the referee counts it, as does the crowd!

1...
2...
But Brown BARELY gets the shoulder up! The crowd boos loudly at that!

Adams: Wow! He was so close! Koji needs to stay on his game here and keep Brown down as much as possible!

Simone: No way! Brown, get yourself up! I need to win this bet! Get up now!! Adams, I’ll be pissed throughout the whole night if your chosen pick wins!

Koji gets up and acknowledges the crowd, giving the signal that the finish is finally here! Koji picks up Brown, kicks him in the gut, then executes the Dire Wolf Drop! The crowd is alive in a cacophony of screams and cries of joys as Koji goes for the pin, hooking the leg as the referee counts it. But at the count of two, right as the referee was about to slam the mat for the third time, Brown BARELY kicks out in the nick of time. Koji sits up, unable to believe what just happened, then gets up on his feet and talks to the referee about the count. The referee defends his action, saying that he counted it slow, to make sure that it was all fair. As the minutes lapse, Brown struggles to get up on his feet, growling with rage, staring down his opponent, who has his back turned onto him. Koji turns out and becomes the victim of Browns Wings! The crowd boos as Brown covers him for the pin and the referee counts it in...

1...
2...
3!

DING
DING
DING!!!!!!

Decent: Here is your winner....JOHNNY BROWN!!!!!!

Simone: YES! He did it! I won the bet! I won the bet! I told you that Brown would get the job done and would you ever listen to me? Noooooooo! Next time, you should!

Adams: Oh shush, Simone! Koji had the match and he didn’t get the job done. Brown moves on to bigger things while Koji may have to go back to the drawing board!

Brown exits the ring and has his hands raised high as he walks backward up the ramp, laughing at the downed Koji, who is currently in pain as the referee checks up on him.




The Mean Girls Veronica Taylor and Angelica, walk down the long hallway. Angelica is carrying a white tub with her and an angry expression on her face. She purses her light pink lips together as they round the corner. Angelica growls out loud and kicks at the wall, causing Veronica to say something to her.

Veronica: Don’t scuff your new shoes, she isn’t worth it…

Angelica: I am so tired of these bitches running around here acting like we are nothing because they are jealous of our looks. They think we are just pretty faces and I’m sick of it!

She wraps her arms around Veronica, giving her a light hug before she picks the tub back up. As they continue down the corridor, Veronica Taylor turns her head to Angelica.

Veronica: Honey, they can’t help it that we are so pretty and popular and they are disgusting. It’s just jealousy, and we have to get used to it if we are going to look this pretty forever. Otherwise, go shop at Salvation Army like Raynin, Gothika, Vixen, Kittie, and Brandi Shotze.

Angelica: Ugh! Gross! That’s almost as bad as Hot Topic where Misty, Kittie, and that greasy, disgusting bitch ho Ariel shop. I would rather gag myself… Yuck.

They continue on until they reach the Women’s Locker Room area. They open the door up and walk in to see it almost completely deserted. As they enter, they see a set of clothes laid out on the bench, and they are quite obviously Kittie’s. Veronica pulls out a pair of scissors from her pocket and she looks down at the clothes with disgust. She picks up the top and jaggedly cuts at it.

Veronica Taylor: I can’t believe people call this clothing. It’s as hideous as a potato sack…

Angelica: That’s what she gets for starting shit with me on Twitter… Psycho bitch should be an example.

Veronica takes another slice at the black tank top and then she picks up the black Tripp pants and begins cutting holes out of them. Angelica lays down the shirt flat and opens up the container. She pulls out a scoop and begins to dump kitty litter on Kittie’s shirt. She opens up the duffel bag and begins dumping some into it as well. As Veronica lays down the pants, Angelica sprinkles some of it on there as well. She wiggles her fingers around in disgust.

Veronica: Does she have a body spray in her bag? Her clothes stink.

Angelica tosses a bottle of something to Veronica and she squirts some on before shaking her head. She pulls the cap off and douses the clothing with it, causing the kitty litter to clump up. She dabs a little on her hand and rubs them together. Just then, the water stops running, and Angelica whispers to Veronica. The two share an evil smirk as they walk into the shower room. Veronica grabs the towel hanging up, and Angelica lifts the bucket of kitty litter and dumps it over the curtain, eliciting a loud shriek that sounds like a surprised, angry hyena.

Kittie: WHAT THE FUCK!!!

The girls snicker as Kittie pokes her head out from behind the curtains. The globs of litter drip off her face and through her hair. She shrieks incoherently at them as they laugh even harder and point. Veronica shows the towel to Kittie and Angelica takes a step forward.

Veronica: Looks like Kittie Kat soiled herself… Aww…

Angelica: Maybe next time… you will watch how you address me on Twitter or any other public platform, bitch… Don’t cross the queen bee’s!

Kittie: Oh… I’m going to rip your pretty little hair extensions out of your heads and FUCKING CHOKE YOU with them! Dead bitches walking…

Angelica gently waves a goodbye as Kittie grits her teeth together. The Mean Girls walk off sharing a good laugh with each other.




A surveillance camera picks up a shady figure leaving the locker room area, peeking back into the room briefly before closing the door. The figure is shrouded in black, and the camera seems to blur as they travel down the hallway. After a few jolted shots send the clock forward about five minutes, Misty and Electra are seen walking down the hallway. The view switches from a birds eye view to a level view, catching their faces as they approach the door. A sinister distorted laugh can be heard briefly in the background as Electra puts her hand on the doorknob. Misty shoves her aside.

Misty: Hey dumbass… I told you I had a bad feeling tonight, and what to you do?

Electra: Uhhh, I tried to open the door. Is that a crime?

Misty growls as she stares daggers into Electra who holds her hands up in protest. Misty taps the handle and then gives the door a few knocks while holding her ear to the door for a listen.

Misty: No, it’s not a crime unless you count stupidity. But if we did, Jamie would be serving a life sentence by now. Did you stop to think about Berlin and the exploding dolls? Or the snakes in the birthday cake? I’m not going to take chances on getting injured when I’m so close to getting back my Bombshell Championship and becoming the first double champion SCW has seen.

Electra: Well excuse the hell out of me for letting it slip my mind that you are probably the least liked person in the world right now.

Misty takes a deep breath and then she puts her hand on the knob. She gives it a little turn, and then, as she is about to push it open, she lets go and steps back. She looks over to Electra and then points to the door.

Misty: You open it…

Electra: What? Why the hell should I do that? Everyone says I’ve got a few screws loose, but damn look at you!

Misty growls once more and balls up her fist. She raises it up toward Electra who scowls and then carefully grabs onto the door handle. She turns it quickly, but hesitates on opening it.

*Distorted Voice* Just open it you dumb bitches. I’m not going to hurt you… Yet

Neither one of them hears the voice, but they obey it’s command. Electra swings open the door and steps back for whatever impending doom might be inside of the room. Instead, it is just pitch black. The camera view switches to inside of the room, just next to the door. Both women stand there, looking into the dark room, before Electra reaches inside, presumably for the light switch, which shocks her instead of turning the light on. She jumps back and yelps in pain as Misty nudges her inside of the room.

Electra: Quit being scared. You are just feeding into them and letting them win. It’s just a short in the fuse. I will go get someone to fix it.

Misty nods her head and takes a few steps into the room before tripping. As soon as she does, the lights pop on to reveal a trip wire. Misty panics, however, instead of an explosion as she expected, a disco ball spins on the ceiling, and a record scratches to blare music.

”I've been lonely
I've been waiting for you
I'm pretending and that's all I can do
The love I'm sending
Ain't making it through to your heart
You've been hiding - never letting it show
Always trying to keep it under control
You got it down and you're well
On the way to the top
But there's something that you forgot”

Misty looks up around the room in horror as she sees pictures of her and Spike and the kids plastered all over the wall. A snake slithers past her arm and she quickly stands up. As she does, she sees her wedding dress in tatters, hanging from the ceiling, “Snake” spray painted red onto the front of the dress. A dozen of black roses lay around the room, as well as hundreds of pedals.

Misty: FUCKING COWARD! SHOW YOUR SORRY ASS RIGHT NOW!

”What about love
Don't you want someone to care about you
What about love
Don't let it slip away
What about love
I only want to share it with you
You might need it some day”

Misty slams the door shut behind her as she kicks the flowers up in the air in her path of destruction. She tears the dress down and the she picks up the record player and smashes it against the wall. She runs around the room, ripping the pictures down from the walls as the camera switches to a birds eye view, and the distorted chuckle is heard once again as the feed goes to a static snow.




“Kamikaze” by Five Iron Frenzy blasts throughout the arena and Tom Dudely soon bursts out to the top of the ramp. He feeds off of the crowd’s energy as he makes his way to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can along the way

Justin Decent: First ….on his way to the ring... weighing in at 215lbs and hailing from Dudelyville, CA he is Tom Dudely

As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, Tom gets a running start and slides into the ring. He hops to his feet and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to work the crowd before hopping down to face the ramp.

Simone: Who would have thought that in 2012 Tom Dudely would be one of SCW’s most popular talent.

Adams: With a career like Tom’s I’m surprised he can still walk in 2012. He has had some brutal matches, yet the fans still love him

Justin Decent: Aaaaand his opponent….making his way to the ring... from Utrecht, The Netherlands, weighting two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is.... GOTH!

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and waits for his opponent in the ring

Simone: Goth has the size advantage but is giving up experience. When you have the experience Goth has it’s very rare we can say that.

Adams: With Goth he really gets in his opponents head, I don’t think he will with Tom.

Simone: Perhaps Jason, but Tom is only human and Goth is one scary freak.

GOTH Vs TOM DUDELY
SINGLES MATCH

The boisterous crowd settle slightly as the ref runs through his instruction. An air horn blasts out in the Oggy Oggy Oggy tune drawing a Oi Oi Oi in response as the bell rings. Dudley avoids a lock-up by ducking under then snatching a wristlock, he switches to a hammerlock then a front facelock, slipping into a guillotine choke. Goth lifts his up shoving him off and up. As Tom comes down the Gothic One catches him in a reverse atomic drop.

Simone:Goth Drop!! No Tom’s out the back door. Roll up!

Adams: 1….

2….

No!

Dudely spins around to hit a low fameasser as Goth tries to get to his feet. Goth kicks out before the ref is even in position. Both men get to their feet, a thumb from the deadly Dutchman stops Papa Dudely’s favourite son in his tracks. A Belly to Back Suplex puts Tom Dudely down.

Seconds tick by as Goth grabs his neck trying to shake the stars out of his head. He manages a fist drop, then a second the first catching Tom on his forehead the second on the bridge of his nose, bloodying it.

Adams: Tom’s busted open, it doesn’t look too bad, hopefully he wont join his charge Wyatt on the injured list.

Simone: It’ll take more than a busted nose to stop a man who has held the GXW X Championship. He’s hardcore.

The Gothic One stands back letting Tom get to his feet, a chop lights up Tom’s chest but he doesn’t fall. A second and a third follow, still Tom doesn’t fall. As the fourth and fifth hit Tom slams his palms onto the mat then fires back. Like a crazed pair of axmen the battling warriors exchange chops.

The crowd leap to their feet as the speed and impact of the chops increase. Goth smacks six quick chops then spins around to hit a kick. Dudely staggers backwards, only the ropes keep him upright. Goth charges forward only to be tossed over the top rope. He twists in mind-air to land on the apron. Tom grabs his arm and drops down snapping it across the top rope.

Simone: That had to wrench Goth’s shoulder, perfect for the Dudely Crossface.

Adams: A unique move by Tom using his legs to push the rope up while pulling Goth’s arm out of its socket.

Simone: He has to break before 5 or he’ll get DQ’ed.

A brainbuster brings Goth back into the ring. A float over into a pin only gets a 2. Without wasting a second Tom leaps to the top rope.

Frog Splash!!

1....
2....
No!!!!

Simone: Unbelievable!! I thought Tom had it there. It’s time for an Axe Kick.

Adams: Dudely hits the ropes… Axe Kick!?

Simone: No Goth sidesteps…. The Gothic Dream!!! He can’t get the legs wrapped. Tom’s turning into it.

HEADBUTT!!!

The bloodied nose from earlier in the match is now repaid. Both men get to their feet. Spine Buster!!! Jack knife cover

1....
2....
Nearly a 3!

Undeterred the cold merciless Goth continues his onslaught. A Wheelbarrow suplex drives Tom face first into the mat. Exuding sheer arrogance Goth walks across Tom’s back, adding a stomp to the back of his head.

The official’s admonishment is brushed aside as Goth pounds Tom into the mat with kicks and stomps. A Dudely chants bounces around the Royal Albert Hall as the Brit’s urge Tom to get up. Goth yells for them to shut up, when they don’t he goes back to beating Tom to a pulp, this time with hard punches to the face. Through the blood Tom still smiles. Goth lifts him up by the chin to look him in the eye. Dudely spits in his face. A STO puts Tom down hard. The ref checks to see if he is fit to continue Dudely smiles then points at Goth, who has removed his chunky belt and has now wrapped it around his fist with its big buckle acting as a knuckleduster.

Adams: Thankfully the ref caught the Deadly Dutchman and stopped him from using that belt as a weapon.

Simone: Low blow! The ref didn’t see it! Goth is down. Come on Tom.

Now at a fever pitch Tom fires up. He goes old school with a bodyslam then a second. Goth powers up even though his crown jewels ache. Now it’s Tom Dudely’s turn to throw lefts and rights.

Boom, boom, boom.

The comeback is back on track as Goth is rocked to his dark soul. A T-Bone puts Goth down…

Tom hits the ropes timed perfectly as Goth rises up.

Simone:Ax Kick… misses….

Adams:Goth with a boot to the gut…

Simone:He calls for a Chaos DDT!

Adams:Tom reverses into a Dudely DDT!

Simone:Goth Drop!

Adams:Small package by Dudely!

1....


2....


3!

Justin: The winner of the match... TOM DUDELY!

Adams:He did it!! Tom Dudley is back on the winning trail. He may have lost to Rage in the SCW title shot tournament but that seems to be a small bump in his road back.

Simone:This whole match Tom has shown that he could win this at any minute even though Goth didn’t make it easy for him.

Adams:I honestly thought Goth had it at the end. It just goes to show you anything can happen in SCW.




The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans. James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms. Simpson takes a microphone and hands it to James. The fans boo loudly.

JHHIII: Why don't you all just show some respect and shut up!

The fans boo loudly

JHHIII: Just shut up!

James turns to Simpson, asking him to make the fans be quiet, but Simpson shrugs

JHHIII: I'm out here to talk about the disgraceful treatment I have suffered lately. I've been tied up by the crazy man and his fat friend, tortured by the pair of them and to make it worse, I haven't even got a chance to to wrestle on this tour! It's terrible! It's a disgrace! I want someone out here to fight now! I don't care who it is. I deserve to kick some ass for all the stupid things these guys are letting happen. I'm sick of...

The iconic intro to “London Calling” brings the crowd to their feet.

Simone: Who is this?

Davy Thatcher breaks out onto the entrance ramp as the fans sing along to the classic anthem.

Adams: God damn! It's Davy Thatcher! Premier Wrestling's Davy Thatcher. The boss invited all alliance wrestlers here tonight and London's own Davy Thatcher seems to have listened. He wrestled last night for Premier and now he's here

Clad in the familiar colors of the Union Jack on his pleather board shorts, Thatcher jogs to the ring all the while pumping up the fans with hand slaps and shouts of encouragement.

Simone: The London fans are loving him!

Thatcher leaps up on to the apron and then slingshots over the top rope with a perfect front flip. He dashes to the corner and sings along with the crowd. Thatcher asks for a microphone and is promptly handed one

Thatcher: What's up SCW!!? The name's Thatcher; Davy Thatcher. Welcome to my stomping grounds. Big man... you wanted a fight? Your boss invited me to the show for just that reason...

Simpson steps in towards Thatcher as James points and shouts at him. Simpson raises his hands but Thatcher kicks him in the knee, Simpson bends down and Thatcher quickly gets Simpson in a hammerlock, before nailing him with a cradle hammerlock DDT!

Adams: Bloody hell!

Simone: Is that what it's called?

Adams: I dunno, but it's a saying over here.

James Huntington-Hawkes III yells out at Davy Thatcher but Thatcher moves towards him, James turns around but Thatcher quickly catches up with him and nails Hawkes with a lungblower. Hawkes hits the ground hard and Thatcher looks to the top rope. He climbs up and leaps off with a huge 630 Phoenix Splash!

Adams: He calls that London Calling!

Thatcher stands up and raises his arms as "London Calling" blast through the speakers.

Simone: It's about time someone shut that whining bitch Huntington-Hawkes up! All he ever does is moan

Adams: The fans are on their feet for Davy Thatcher! SCW know how to attract the stars

Thatcher leaves the ring, his arms in the air as the fans cheer, disappearing through the curtain




The camera rests upon a sign that says "Trafalger Square" Kain is seen walking up and down, pacing up and down.

Kain: Come on! Where are ya?

From nowhere, Hot Stuff charges down street, jumping up in the air and landing a fist across the top of Kain's head. Kain stumbles backwards

HS: Right here bitch!

Hot stuff grabs Kain's head and throws him in to a wall, grabbing his head and slamming it backwards in to that wall. Hot Stuff spins Kain around and tries to slam him face first in to the wall, but Kain nals a hard shot to Hot Stuff's head and spins him around, throwing Hot Stuff in to the wall. Hot Stuff stumbles away as a crowd gather, some with a look of shock on their faces as Hot Stuff falls on to the wall of a huge fountain. Kain charges at Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff lifts Kain up, dropping the front half of his body in the fountain. Hot Stuff turns around, holding Kain's head under the water

HS: You told me to bring it all, I'm bringing it boy!

Hot Stuff pulls Kain's face out of the water and punches him with his left hand, before slamming his head back under the water. He pulls Kain back up and the camera opens up wider, to show the huge sight of Nelson's Column. Hot Stuff pulls Kain towards it

HS: You wanted a tour of London, you're getting one

Kain: Screw you

As they get close to the column, Kain pushes Hot Stuff face first in to the huge stone tourist attraction. Kain grabs Hot Stuff's head and slams it repeatedly in to the solid column. Kain grabs Hot Stuff by the head and pulls him across a big open area to an old style red phone box. He slams Hot Stuff's face against the window, breaking it in one shot. He throws Hot Stuff in the phone box

Kain: Stinks like piss in here

Kain steps in to the phone box, making it impossible for Hot Stuff to move and throws heavy shots over his face and head. Hot Stuff struggles to move in the restrictive area but puts a leg up, pushing Kain away. He reaches behind him and grabs the reciever from the phone and holds it in his left hand, as Kain comes back in the phone box, Hot Stuff slams the phone on his head

HS: It's for you

Hot Stuff follows Kain outside the phone box and walks away, moving faster down the road. He passes a street sign that says "The Mall". Hot Stuff moves faster but out of nowhere, Kain lands on Hot Stuff's back, pushing him against the fence that seperates St. James' Park from the Mall road. Kain lands on his feet as Hot Stuff falls in to the fence, the spike on the top catching his cheek. Hot Stuff stumbles slightly down the road, but Kain takes Hot Stuff's face and rolls it along the railings, his face bouncing off each metal bar. Kain grabs Hot Stuff by the wrist and throws him in to a bright red mailbox. Hot Stuff spins around and Kain jumps up, kicking Hot Stuff behind the head with an enziguri. He goes to cover Hot Stuff and a referee appears.

1..
2

Hot Stuff kicks out

Kain: Count faster next time!

Hot Stuff quickly gets to his feet and Kain grabs him by the head and throws him back in to the post box. Kain throws a punch, but Hot Stuff ducks, and Kain's hand crashes hard in to the solid red metal. Hot Stuff falls it to the road, causing a red double decker bus to hit the brakes just in front of Hot Stuff

HS: Open the doors!

The bus driver opens the door and Hot Stuff jumps on the bus

HS: GO!

The bus driver closes the doors and the bus starts to move. Hot Stuff moves to the back of the bus, waving out the back window to Kain. Kain growls and runs after the bus. The bus comes to a halt and Hot Stuff looks forward, seeing a traffic jam

HS: Bollocks!

Kain catches up with the bus and pushes open the back door and immediately charges at Hot Stuff. As Hot Stuff stands up, Kain spears him back in to the seat. Hot Stuff lands hard on the seat as Kain picks up Hot Stuff's headand drags him along the bus, slamming his head in to the pole in the middle. Hot Stuff stumbles towards the stairs leading up, he moves up the stairs first and Kain follows, but Hot Stuff turns around and kicks Kain right in the head, sending him falling down the stairs, with a huge thump. Hot Stuff moves across the top deck of the bus, to the back of the bus and opens the emergency window at the top of the bus. An alarm echoes through the bus at Hot Stuff looks down. He gets through the window and looks down. He looks back at Kain, just at the top of the stairs and smiles at him. Hot Stuff jumps down, from the ten feet height and lands on the top of a car behind the bus. Hot Stuff stands up and smirks, as he turns to look up at the bus, he sees Kain standing outside the bus. Kain leaps off the top of the bus and lands hard on Hot Stuff, sending both men tumbling off the top of the car. A huge sound of intake of air is heard around the two as people stop and stare.

Kain: You're not getting away from me you son of a bitch

Hot Stuff starts to crawl away but Kain crawls after him. Hot Stuff uses a wooden box, to pull himself up, as Buckingham Palace is seen in the background. Kain runs at Hot Stuff and squashes Hot Stuff against the box. Hot Stuff falls to the ground and Kain looks around the corner of the box to see a Royal British guard standing perfectly still looking forward, undistracted by the force hitting the side of the box

Kain: You guys really don't move

HS: You clearly sucked at British history

Kain: Shut up!

Kain kicks Hot Stuff in the ribs as he crawls away. Hot Stuff falls in to a pile of dirt and the foot of a tree. Hot Stuff grabs a handful of soil, and rolls on his back. As Kain bends over him, Hot Stuff throws it in to Kain's face! Kain spins around blinded and Hot Stuff flips to his feet. He immediately attempts the Red Hot superkick, but Kain instinctively ducks and Hot Stuff kicks the Royal British Guard in the face, knocking him to the floor!

HS: Knew I could make him move if I wanted to

Kain: Isn't that treason?

Hot Stuff shrugs and jumps at Kain, spearing him right through the box. Hot Stuff stands up and looks to the road.

HS: Taxi!

A black taxi pulls up alongside Hot Stuff. Hot Stuff opens the door and jumps in.

HS: Just go!

Kain pushes the wood off his back and looks at the Taxi. Kain gets up, waving his hands as another one comes along

Kain: Taxi!

The car stops and Kain opens the door. He grabs the referee and throws him in the taxi before jumping in himself

Kain: Follow that car!

The taxi speeds off in the direction of the other car and the camera goes back to the commentry table

Simone: Where the hell are they going?

Adams: Not a clue




Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat bombshell match! Coming up first from Detroit, Michigan...she is GOTHIKA.

The lights go out and erie organ music fills the area. A raven can be heard screeching in the background and on the titan tron is a full moon. “If I Was Your Vampire” starts to play and the lights start to pulse red. Gothika comes on stage and for a moment just stands there, then as the music hits a climax she throws her fist in the air and hisses. She then starts to saunter to the ring making sure to show her fangs. The fans are eating it up.

Justin: And next, from Anaheim California, may I present KRYSTAL DIAMOND!

The lights go back to dim and after a short pause “Only Prettier” starts to blair from the speakers. Moments later a large display of pyros go off on the stage and than Krystal runs out. The stage is lit in green and blues as Krystal makes her way down the ring. The audience boos her a little but she just smirks, blowing them kisses.

Justin: And finally, hailing from Los Angeles, California, VERONICA TAYLOR

The arena is lit up again but this time by a sympony of flashes like cameras at a fashion show. “Click Habit” by April March starts to play and Veronica makes her entrance soon after. She is already starting in on her model poses and the audience is already tearing into her. She screams at them to shut up and starts to make her way to the ring. She surrounds the ring looking at the two fighters already in there then turns with venom in her eyes at one of the fans who was booing her. Gothika goes to ropes yelling at Veronica to get into the ring.

GOTHIKA Vs VERONICA TAYLOR Vs KRYSTAL DIAMOND
TRIPLE THREAT BOMBSHELL MATCH

DING DING DING

Simone: I guess we are getting this one started even though Ms Taylor is still more focused on the crowd.

Adams: She needs to get her head on the game or somebody is going to knock it in.

Krystal spots an opportunity and bounces off one of the ropes striking at a distracted Gothika with an double axe handle strike. Gothika stumbles over the ropes but stays in the ring and Krystal spins around throwing her arms up in the air to celebrate her first strike. The crowd starts to boo even louder.

Adams: Well that was sneaky...

Simone: It was a cheap shot but Gothika should know better.

Veronica turns her attention to the match when she see Gothika go down. She grabs the fallen fighter and simply drags her off the ring so that she falls to the hard floor outside the ring. She starts to kick her while she is down. Krystal seeing another great opportunity bounces off the ropes again and does a baseball slide under the ropes and into Veronica who flies backwards. The opportunist than scrambles back into the ring as the ref starts the ten count.

Adams: This match may be over before it begins.

Simone: It will take more than a few kicks to keep these women away.

1...
2...
3....
4...

Gothika is getting to her feet. Krystal has a devious look on her face as she tries for another slide but this time Gothika is on to her. She rolls out of the way and quickly hops back onto the ring. She uses the ropes as leverage, jumping over them and performing a leg drop on Kystal who was still scrambling to get back into the ring.

Simone: What a swift recovery!

Adams: That was a very pretty leg drop, Krystal should know better than try the same trick three times in a row.

This time Krystal scrambles out of the ring to avoid a direct fight but sees that Veronica is getting up as well. Krystal scrambles back into the ring in time to be hit with a vicious clothesline from Gothika. Veronica climbs up to the ropes and Gothika just keeps going giving a stiff elbow to Veronica who falls back out of the ring.

Simone: This is not turning out to be the best night for Veronica.

Adams: I hope she didn’t hurt her face!

Gothika is now dragging Krystal away from the ropes. She is pulling her up and setting her up for a double underhook DDT. Than she is rolling her over for a pin.

1...
2...

And a kickout.

Simone: Krystal is not ready to give up yet even though that DDT looked brutal.

Adams: Uh oh...I think Veronica is back up.

Veronica is running in and grabbing Gothika by the hair as she gets up from the attempted pin. She then pulls her back into a backbreaker! She does not let go of her hair instead pounding Gothika’s head on the mat until the ref breaks it up. Krystal is up now and delivers a strong punt to Veronia side tumbling the model forward. She is then on top of Veronica unleashing a flurry of punches and slaps. Gothika rolls away to catch her breath.

Simone: Quick action here in the ring, I really am not sure who has the advantage at this point.

Adams: I always consider myself lucky to watch pretty girls fight so maybe the advantage is with me.

Simone: I was talking about...you know maybe you should appreciate in silence for a while.

Veronica is able to get a knee up into Krystal who grunts and rolls off her.

Adams: Was that a low blow...does that even hurt chicks!?

Simone: I thought we were playing the quiet game.

Gothika is up now and so is Veronica. Veronica is smirking and saying something about Gothika’s hair. She then slaps Gothika who in turn kicks Veronica in her midsection and performs a downward spiral, slamming her face into the mat. She is going for a pin.

1...
2...

Krystal has gotten up and dived over to the other two to break up the count.

Simone: That was close, I thought Gothika had that one. But that’s the struggle with triple threat matches.

Adams: Again I just really hope Veronica’s face is okay that was a rough slam.

Krystal is now pulling Gothika off Veronica and trying to get a figure four leg lock set up. She is able to lock it in and Gothika immediatly starts to grimmace in the hold.

Simone: I will give Krystal credit for one thing, she is decent with those submission holds.

Veronica is scrambling up seeing an opportunity. She climbs up on the nearest turnbuckle and delivers a splash onto Gothika causing Krystal to break her hold. Veronica goes for a quick pin but Krystal is right there and boots her with both feet.

Simone: That brief double teaming did not lead to a pin but Gothika is not looking good. And it looks like Krystal is trying for the leg lock again.

Before she can get it locked in Veronica delivers a swift kick to Krystals face causing her to break the hold and fall back. Veronica turns her attention to Gothika, guiding her up to her feet. She gives Gothika a hard knee to her midsection than tries for a DDT but Gothika muscles out of it. Gothika gets Veronica into a half nelson and follows that up with a facebuster.

Adams: I said not the FACE!

Simone: Shut up Adams, that was a brutal buster and with Krystal still on the ground it looks like Gothika is in control again despite the double teaming.

At first Gothika appears to be going for a pin but sees that Krystal is getting up. Gothika hops up and is ready for her. Gothika kicks Krystal hard, glances back at the nearby turnbuckle. She is running towards it and then swiftly running up it.

Adams: LONG KISS GOODNIGHT!!

Gothika connects with the stunner and quickly goes for the pin.

1...
2...
3...we have a winner!!

Gothika leaps up as the crowd goes wild.

Simone: Gothika has seen off two opponents tonight.

Adams: The Bombshell division better sit up and take note, this woman is not to be messed with




The scene opens up in the hallway of the backstage area at Royal Albert Hall. As the camera moves through the hallway, it eventually comes to a stop in front of one doorway, with a sign on it that reads "Seven Deadly Sins". The door is then opened and as the camera moves in, quite the interesting scene is on display. The first thing of note is Angel, who is dressed up entirely in a sweetsuit, with a baseball cap on and a whistle around the neck, seeming to be in full gear to work as a coach. And who is he coaching? Well that would be the two men before him currently working their way through a set of push-ups. One of them is course Despayre, and the other being Despayre's good new friend, Big B. After the two finish off the set, they flip over and take a seat on the floor. At that point, Despayre and B both turn to Angel.

Despayre: Can we take a break yet?

The two sit quietly looking at Angel for a few moments before speaking again.

Despayre: Sit-ups? Can't that wait? We're tired!

Big B: Yeah, I'm going to go get a drink of water first.

Big B goes to stand up, but then just as he does he suddenly looks at Angel and suddenly seems rather taken back.

Big B: Alright, fine. I'll wait.

Despayre: We know you're just trying to help, but there's no need to yell about it.

Big B sits back down as Despayre seems to be listening (?) intently to Angel.

Despayre: Yeah, I know it's a big match tonight and I need to be ready, but this is getting exhausting.

Big B: Well what about me? I don't even wrestle. Can I go?

Big B quietly looks to Angel now for a few moments.

Big B: Fine, be that way.

With that, Big B and Despayre both get themselves into position to start doing some situps. Just as they're ready to get going, the locker room door once again opens up. This time they are joined by one of Despayre's fellow stablemates and tonight's challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship, Rage. As Rage enters the room, he looks around only to see the familiar face of the cousin of his opponent, and one of the men who attacked him two weeks, Big B.

Rage: What the hell is this?

Rage then starts to make a bee-line straight for Big B, but before he can get there, Despayre leaps straight up to his feet, running straight over to Rage, intercepting him along the way. Despayre then stands right in front of Rage, with a big smile on his face.

Despayre: Hey Rage! How's it going? Want to join us to get ready for your big match tonight? Coach Angel is really putting us through a heck of a workout.

Rage: No, I want to know what HE is doing here!

Rage angrily shoves his arm past Despayre, pointing towards Big B who was still seated on the floor. Upon realizing the situation, Big B stands up, but stays further back as Despayre tries to clarify the situation.

Despayre: Oh, he's just hearing working out with me. I guess you guys have never met, huh? Allow me to introduce you. Rage, this is...

Rage: I know who he is. He's the enemy!

Despayre: Who's enemy?

Rage: Mine!

Despayre: What? Why?

Rage: That's the son of a bitch who jumped me along with that wannabe mafioso after my match on Climax Control two weeks ago!

Despayre: What? No, Bernie would never do such a thing! Right Bernie?

Despayre then turns around and looks to Big B, who is standing behind him. B, however, doesn't even look at Despayre as he has his head down and does not say a word in response.

Despayre: Bernie? Hellooooo? You didn't do that, did you?

Big B: I don't know... maybe.

Despayre initially looks shocked, as he realizes Big B is essentially admitting to the accusations. After a moment, he then seems to come to a realization.

Despayre: Wait a second, is THAT where you disappeared off to when me and Angel went to the little boys room?

Big B looks up from the floor and without saying a word, simply nods in response to Despayre.

Despayre: Well do you have something to say?

After a few moments of standing there silently, B finally speaks.

Big B: I'm sorry. I didn't want to do it. Nick made me. He's my boss and he pays me to do stuff like that, so I had to do it.

After listening intently to B's apology, Despayre then quickly spins around to Rage with a smile on his face.

Despayre: See? He's sorry. All better!

Rage, seeming to barely be able to control his anger over the situation, grits his teeth and seemingly only held back by Despayre standing right in front of him as Rage clenches his hand in a fist.

Despayre: Ok, so if you don't mind, we need to finish our workout.

With that, Despayre turns back to Big B and the two of them drop down to the floor and get back into their sit-up positions. Rage glares at Big B for a few more moments, but eventually just opts to turn and leave the locker room as Angel gets the other two back into their workout routine.




The scene picks up backstage where Spike Staggs is standing with Pussy Willow outside of the locker room area. Spike is dressed in his wrestling attire, but also sporting his usual pair of sunglasses. He rubs his hands together as Pussy Willow brings the microphone to her lips.

Pussy Willow: I am standing here with the the challenger to the NWA World Heavyweight Championship, Spike Staggs. Spike, I wanted to get a quick work with you regarding…

Spike smiles and then gently places his index finger to his lips and shushes her. He pauses there for a moment before reaching up to his glasses. He lifts them to his forehead and then he looks back to Pussy.

Spike Staggs: Yes, yes… Challenger for the big cheese later tonight, but I didn’t request this interview because I wanted to brag about it. I wanted to take a minute to discuss the Staggs Dungeon.

Spike leans down to the microphone, and then he looks directly into the camera.

Spike Staggs: You see, since I announced the opening of my new school of wrestling at the NWA Press Conference, I have received non-stop calls pouring in from all around the country. Everyone wants to be trained by the next NWA World Heavyweight Champion, afterall.

Spike turns around and gives a knock on the locker room door behind him. He turns back to the camera and extends his hand toward Pussy for the microphone. She obliges him and he takes a few steps back in front of the door as it starts to open.

Spike Staggs: Now, there was one person that stuck out to me, a real diamond in the rough. I have taken it upon myself to coach the next big thing. In and out of the ring, I will help to tell SCW…

As the locker room door opens up completely, a young blonde man steps shyly. He stands next to Spike and then looks over to the camera with a smile.

”The Greatest Story Ever Told”… Cameron Matthews.”

Spike Staggs: SCW had better watch out. The future is here and it’s looking awfully bright.

Spike pats Cameron on the shoulder before handing Pussy back the microphone. The two walk off down the hallway as Spike leans in, talking to the newest signee to SCW.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled as a five way roulette rules battle! The match type has been decided and it will be a London Football Riot Match.

Adams: What the hell is that?

Simone: I am being told that it is a variation of a lumberjack match except that instead of wrestlers, we will have fans from five London football clubs surround the ring.

Adams: Well that doesn’t sound too bad.

Simone: Have you met many hardcore football fans? They riot over rivalries here in London.

Justin: Let me first introduce the elite members from five London football firms. We have the Chelsea Headhunters, a group of Arsenal Gooners, Tottenham Yids and fans from both West Ham and Millwall.

Five members from each firm comes out wearing the jerseys of their team. They are all very pumped up as the crowd starts cheering them. They throw their arms up and yell out chants for their teams. It takes a full minute for the crowds to calm down enough for Justin to continue. The fans are now surrounding the ring and many are giving suspicious looks to the squads next to them.

Adams: Most of these guys look like they are ready for a fight already. They may not wait for the wrestlers to come down!

Justin: Introducing first, from Atlanta Georgia and weighing in at 231 pounds...”The Convict” Bobby Cage!!!

“Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones hits the speakers and Bobby comes out throwing practice punches. He is wearing a Chelsea jersey on but acts like it is not there. Instead he jogs to the ring throwing out more practice punches until he climbs in.

Justin: And next, weighing 200 pounds and hailing from St. Johns, Newfoundland..he is known as “The Jackel” Adam Smith.

The pyro’s hit and “Dont Tread on Me” starts to blair across the arena. Adam runs out wearing his own jersey. This one from Arsenal and he does not seems pleased to be wearing it. He moves quickly to the ring with a no nonsense glare on Bobby.

Justin: Also introducing, from Chicago Illinois and weighing 186 pounds. OLD Skool!!!

Old Skool comes running out to greet the fans. He has on his signiture red and grey pants but also has on the purple jersey of the Tottenham club. He not only shakes hands with the fans but makes sure to high five the Yids that are surrounding the ring.

Simone: That is a smart move because those fans are soon to be allies.

Justin: And from Jacksonville, Florida and weighing in at two hundred and five pounds..JARED BLACK!!

Smoke starts to come in and “Sacred Heart” starts to play. Jared strides out still wearing his shorts and leather jacket, but under the jacket is the West Ham jersey. He approaches the ring.

Justin: And lastly, weighing 215 pounds and from St Louis, Missouri. TOMMY STAGGS!!!

Tommy bounds in as “Fire it Up” by Thousand Foot Kruch plays. He seems to be very pumped up and is wearing the jersey for the last firm, Millwall. He runs to the ring and enters via his usual handstand. Once in the ring he runs across and slides right back out to greet the members of his firm. He then climbs back in. All the men keep a safe distance and size each other up.

"THE JACKEL" ADAM SMITH Vs TOMMY STAGGS Vs OLD SKOOL Vs BOBBY "THE CONVICT" CAGE Vs JARED BLACK
LONDON FOOTBALL RIOT MATCH

DING DING DING

Adams: Lets get this riot started!

All five men stand their ground not sure who to attack first. Then the football fans yell at them to get things started. Old Skool seems to be eyeing Tommy Staggs and then decides to lunge towards him. Adam Smith has the same idea and both men charge at Tommy, who rolls to avoid their attacks. Old Skool locks up with Adam, and delivers a quick DDT. Tommy is up on his feet only to get socked by a right hook from Bobby Cage who in turn gets speared by Jared Black.

Simone: After the first set of moves Old Skool is the only one left standing. I think he was going after Tommy who recently beat him in the ring, but with so many fighters in the ring you have to take what you can get.

Adams: Did you see that punch!? Tommy was not expecting that.

Simone: Of course I did...I am right next to you.

Old Skool flexs a bit for the audience that rewards him with a mixture of cheers and boos. He picks Adam up throwing him hard into the corner. Meanwhile Jared Black is trying to do some damage to Bobby Cage with a series of kicks to his midsection. Old Skool charges the corner that Adam is in but Adam is able to get out of way of Old Skool’s running elbow. Adam turns around and performs his own running shoulder block into Old Skool. One of the Tottenham fans pulls at Adam’s leg, distracting him long enough for Old Skool to deliver a wicked reverse elbow strike to the Jackel who staggers back.

Adams: Hey the fans are not suppose to interfere like that.

Simone: You want to go tell them that?

Jared has Bobby Cage up now and quickly performs a snapmare driver. Bobby looks dazed by that move. Jared looks intent on doing more damage to Cage but Tommy has gotten back up. He dives forward and gives Jared left leg a chop block bringing the man down. Tommy bounds off a nearby rope and returns to Jared in time to perform a moonsault on top of him.

Simone: It appears Jared forgot that he had other fighters in the ring.

Old Skool and Adam Smith have both been trading blows in the center of the ring. Adam is able to duck under one of Old Skool strikes. After a knee to his midsection Adam picks Old Skool up and performs a fallaway slam. Tommy dashes up and is heading for the nearby corner, as the crowd shows their support. Bobby is staggering up as well and grabs Tommy, throwing him off the top rope. A chorus of boos can be heard from the crowd.

Adams: Well I guess the crowd has decided on their favorite! But everyone seems to be gunning for Tommy as well so it might not be enough.

Adam Smith is up now and that same fan from Tottenham is grabbing his leg. The Jackel turns to the fan and is calling him out. The fan is not backing down and neither is Adam who does not notice Old Skool. He rolls him up in a surprise schoolboy pin.

1...
2...

Bobby Cage runs over and give a big boot to both of them breaking the pin. Jared Black is back up and gives the back of Bobby head a nice roundhouse kick causing the boxer to stagger to the ropes. Jared starts to try to lift Bobby Cage over the top rope. Bobby goes over but is able to hold onto the ropes and starts kicking at the footbal fans who are trying to bring him down. A group of Aresal fans start to push through to help Bobby out.

Simone: Jared is trying his hardest to keep Bobby out of the picture. All the others are getting to their feet now and I am not sure if they plan to help Jared or maybe help him over the ropes.

Adams: I am more concerned with the football guys, almost all of them are pushing each other now and things seem to be getting heated.

In fact a full out fight is breaking out between the West Ham and Millwall fans. Punches are flying and one fan has just slammed a rival’s head into the ring post. Old Skool is heading towards Jared. He pulls him away from Bobby who is struggling to stay out of rising battle between Aresnal and Tottenham. Old Skool spins Jared around and kicks him in the gut. Then he starts to set him up for a cradle DDT.

Adams: It looks like Old Skool is going to put Jared in Suspension but both Adam Smith and Tommy are running across the ring.

Adam Smith slams into Old Skool before he can finish his move, causing him to crash down on the mat with Jared on top. Tommy performs a graceful handspring kick to Bobby who is hanging on for dear life and it is more than enough to send Bobby flying into the football fan brawl.

Adams: What a move!! Not only did he look like a badass but he pretty much eliminated Bobby from the fight.

Simone: A very smart move from this rising star.

Tommy has bounced back to his feet and turns around to face The Jackel who has turned to face him as well. Around the ring the football firm members are having a full on brawl and now Bobby Cage is part of that fight. Adam Smith charges after Tommy who bounces off the rope and then leaps over him. Both Old Skool and Jared are using the ropes to get back on their feet. Tommy bounces off the ropes one more time and charges into Adam with a high flying knee.

Adams: That was epic. Tommy is really looking good, I think he might just pull this off.

Simone: I think the match could go either way right now except for Bobby Cage who is caught in a riot.

Both Old Skool and Jared are up. Old Skool grabs Jared and headbutts him. He then grabs him and sets him up for the Suspension. This time he connects. He is going for the three count.

1..
2..

Tommy is running to break up the count but out of nowhere Bobby breaks through the crowd and pulls Old Skool off him. Old Skool is standing up as Bobby is climbing out of the crowd. Bobby punches Old Skool as he turns to face him and Old Skool gets spun around.

Adams: Where did Bobby come from, I thought he was out of this match.

Tommy catches Old Skool as he spins and hits him with his Devastator Driver. Bobby is climbing back into the ring. Tommy is hooking Old Skool’s leg and going for the pin.

1...
2...
almost 3....but Adam Smith has lunged forward to break up the count. At the same time Bobby has Jared up and is hitting a brutal piledriver.

Adams: Bobby just did the Hardtime Piledriver!

Bobby is going for the count.

1....
2...
3!!!

Bobby has gotten the pin and has won the match. He leaps up throwing his fist into the air. All around them staff try to break up the football brawl.

Simone: Bobby has done it. His face looks busted up, most likely from the brawl but he has won this match.




Backstage in the Royal Albert Hall, a woman can be seen flexing and stretching near the locker room as controlled chaos happens around her. Once she is finished stretching, she leans against one of the equipment boxes that is set to one side and pulls out her cell phone. Pressing the button, she unlocks the phone and reads the messages with a smile.

Before she can answer any, a hand reaches out and takes the phone from her grasp. “You got a match to win,” the shadowy voice offers. “Maybe you need to focus Vix?”

Vixen looks towards the man and an “omg, wtf” look comes over her face. “Really bro, what do you think you are doing. I let you come to London to see this, not boss me around like there is no tomorrow for me.”

Vixen’s brother steps into the light of the backstage area, a smirk on his face as he dangles the phone just out of Vixen’s reach. “I’m the eldest and you betcha I am allowed to boss you around,” he replies. “You are trying to get by on your good looks and it ain’t working.”

His own joke cracks him up until his breath is pushed out of his chest by a smack from his sister. He bends over and tries to catch his breath. The hand holding the phone drops and Vixen grabs it from his grasp.

“I get that you think that I am not your type but still, my winning streak is all talent baby!” Vixen teases as she rests her hand on her brother’s back, rubbing slightly to help him breath. “Besides, it is a triple threat match so I think I have a pretty good chance on winning that title.”

“Did you plan for what happens if you don’t win it?” he asks. “You get cocky and you aren’t going to get much done at all. I have seen it happen time and again. And you need to realize that you are facing someone that has the same skill set that you do. And that is the person that is champ. So you want to,” her brother says before leaning in close to finish his thought. “FOCUS!”

He taps at her cheek with a condescending sneer that turns into a pained expression as Vixen locks in a hammerlock.

“Focused enough for you?” she teases as the scene fades back to ringside.




Backstage in the arena parking lot a black '2012 Dodge Charger pulls in blasting MmmBop by Hansen. As the car slows down looking for a parking lot the camera zooms in closer as Ms.Rocky Mountains can be seen with a camera crew and a few assistants prepping for her next interview. The Dodge Charger parks next to a brown Buick Lasabre and its engine shuts off. After a few seconds pass the door on the driver side pops open, and out steps the recently absent Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Hes wearing blue jeans, a throwback Canadian Hitmen hockey jersey, and black boots with his hair thrown back in a ponytail. He looks around with a look of disgust on his face and starts his walk towards Rocky Mountains and her crew. ROCKY looks excited as Bruce approaches her...

RM: Excuse me Mr. Evans can I get a word really quickly?

Bruce just stands there looking Rocky Mountains up and down, shaking his head in disgust.

BHBE: Look here, Im here to watch the show. Simple as that. If you want to know anything else, ask my bodyguard...

With a look of confusiob on her face Rocky Mountains looks back at the Charger which Bruce points to where ste stepping out from the passenger side door steps a HUGE muscle head man. Wearing a Blaque Hart shirt with gym shorts and new Jordans with shades covering his eyes. Bruce smirks as the guy walks towards him, and Rocky looks very nervous as Bruce snatches the mic from her hand.

BHBE: Business..... it has just picked up...

Bruce shoves the mic into Rocky's chest and has an evil smirk on his face as he and his "bodyguard" head inside the building.




The camera switches behind Blaque Hart in the parking lot. Hot Stuff Mark Ward jumps out of the black taxi from earlier.

Adams: Hot Stuff is in the building!

As Hot Stuff walks through the door to walk in to the dressing room area, the camera moves to the parking lot to show Kain getting out of the taxi he got in with the referee. He stares towards the dressing room door with an evil green on his face.




Justin Decent: The following contest is Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall and is for the BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing the first challenger, making her way to us from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada… Standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is… VIXEN!!!

The throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Justin Decent: And introducing the next challenger, she comes to us from Chicago, Illinois. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is the NWA CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION…MISTY!!!

The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage, accompanied by her friend and resident pyromaniac, Electra Blaze. They stand at the entrance, and Misty hoists her NWA Cruiserweight Title above her, showing it off with a smug grin on her face, as the crowd viciously boos her. She ignores the booing, then places her Cruiserweight Title over her shoulder, before she slowly starts walking to the ring, behind Electra. When the two reach the ring, they walk up the steel steps, Electra first, and she walks over to hold the ropes open for Misty. Misty steps through the ropes, walks to the center of the ring, and once again holds her NWA Cruiserweight Title high for everyone to ‘admire.’ They continue to boo her, but her smug smile never leaves her face, as her music dies down, and she carefully eyeballs Vixen. They talk trash to each other as they wait for Raynin to arrive.

Justin Decent: Now, introducing the Bombshell Champion… She stands at an impressive 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 145 pounds, she is… RAYNIN!!!

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Lose Control by Evanescence plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk as she hoists up her Bombshell Championship belt.. She nods slowly, then brings it back down to her shoulder, carrying it proudly. She brings her fist up into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans down to hand the belt outside of the ring.

As Raynin hands the Bombshell Championship belt over to Justin Decent, Misty pummels her to the ground, stomping at her until she rolls out of the ring. Raynin shouts as the bell rings to start the match off.

RAYNIN Vs MISTY Vs VIXEN
TRIPLE THREAT BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

DING! DING! DING!

As Misty turns around, Vixen comes crashing into her with a hard flying lariat from the top turnbuckle. As they roll over, Vixen wrenches Misty’s arm. Misty screams out in pain and she tries to reach for the ropes. Raynin doesn’t like this one bit as she slides back in the ring. She watches Misty writhe for a moment before she drops down with an axe handle smash that breaks up the hold. She relentlessly stomps at both ladies, showing her dominance in this match.

Simone: These ladies are wasting no time kicking this contest off at a championship caliber level. This match has potential to go down in the history books.

Adams: I was reeled in when I saw Vixen coming down to the ring. Meee-owww!

Raynin shouts at both ladies as she takes turns stomping them into the mat. The referee pulls her back a bit due to her holding onto the ropes, and she spins back around. As she does so, Vixen and Misty each grab a leg and sweep her down to the mat. They exchange a dirty glare as they stomp away at her legs. They pull her apart like a wishbone. All while talking trash back and forth, Misty and Vixen double team on the champion. Misty signals for Vixen to go to the ropes while she locks Raynin up in a choke hold with her legs. Vixen quickly dashes over to the nearest turnbuckle and she leaps up to the top. As she turns around, she signals for a leg drop.

Simone: It seems like these two are working together to eliminate Raynin from the equation so that they can work out their issues alone.

Adams: It’s a smart move on both of their parts honestly. This way, we get to see if it were a fluke that Vixen laid Misty out at Climax Control.

As her feet leave the turnbuckle, Misty shoots up and clotheslines Vixen down hard to the mat. The audience boos her loudly and she smiles sadistically as she drops down to the mat, choking Vixen while shouting in her face. As Vixen kicks and gags, the referee comes over and tries to pull Misty off, but she is intent on choking the life out of Vixen. The referee threatens a count, but Raynin shoves him out of the way. She wraps her fingers up in Misty’s hair and yanks her up to her feet. She flings her over against the ropes. Showing off her cruiserweight skills, Misty rebounds and jumps up from a Hurricanrana. Raynin stoops down, but holds onto Misty’s legs and flings her upward. She spins around and drops Misty in a sitdown powerbomb position. She keeps the leg hooked. The referee drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Vixen dashes forward with a shining wizard to Raynin’s face. She eyeballs the situation and then she dashes against the ropes, She leaps up and comes flying off with a moonsault that connects with Misty. She hooks Misty’s leg and the referee drops down for another count.

Adams: This could very well be it right here. An early finish and a new champ.

Simone: I wouldn’t count Misty out yet. She is the NWA Cruiserweight Champion for a reason, even if she is a despicable woman.

1!

2!

2 ½… Kickout!

Misty gets a shoulder up just in time. She rolls back weakly. As Vixen gets up to her knees, Raynin leans up behind her, grabbing her up in a sort of full nelson hold, rolling back with her knees in the middle of Vixen’s back. Vixen quickly rolls backward to escape the hold, but Raynin holds her shoulders down in a sort of back bridge pin. The referee begins the count.

1!

2!

Misty comes flying from the corner with a flying elbow to break it up as the referee’s hand barely slaps down the two count. She picks Vixen up and she rushes her against the corner. She pins her against it and hits several chops to the chest. With each one, the referee responds with an “OH!” and an “AH!” as the chops echo through the hall. Misty grabs onto her hair and then slaps her hard across the face. Vixen powers back with a slap of her own. Misty takes a sinister glare before she headbutts Vixen between the eyes. She doesn’t see Raynin stalking her from behind. Raynin dashes forward with a handspring body splash, but Misty ducks out just in time. As Raynin kneels down, Misty leapfrogs her and hits a head scissors on Vixen that tosses her down to the mat. She turns around and nails a Tornado DDT and she grins wickedly as she drops down to the mat for a pin.

1!

2!

Misty pulls Raynin’s shoulder up from the mat and laughs. She shakes her head from side to side with a smile on her face as she whispers something to Raynin. She rolls Raynin over on her stomach and locks on a chicken wing crossface hold.

Adams: This one can’t be over yet. I know these ladies got more in them, and I want to see it!

Simone:Vixen is up, and Raynin is definitely no quitter. I expect… Wait! What the hell?

As Vixen dashes over, giving a stiff kick to Misty’s chin to break up the hold, the audience goes crazy.

Adams: Is that the boss? Is this what I think it is??

Vixen’s eyes widen as she looks up to the entryway to see “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward thrown through the curtains. Kain follows up with a broomstick. He goes to smack HS with it, but HS rolls out of the way, and gets him with a drop toe hold, smashing his face against the grated ramps surface. Kain rears back with an elbow that knocks HS back a bit. It gives him the opening to get up and swing his broomstick backward to crack HS on the shoulder. He goes for another but HS ducks it and dashes down toward the ring. Their referee follows them down as the other referee shouts at them to stay out of the ring. HS shouts that it’s his damn ring, and he climbs onto the apron. As he does, Kain yanks him down by the back of the pants, and goes to nail him with a punch. HS spits in his face and nails him with a headbutt. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a fire extinguisher and blasts Kain with it.

Simone: I don’t believe it… This has got to be a first for us. Two matches going on at the same time, this is pure insanity!

Inside of the ring, Raynin is not about to let their match become upstaged as she knocks Vixen into the corner. She assaults her opponent with vicious knee after knee. She then sets her opponent up on the top rope and then she dashes back a few steps. She cartwheels forward and wraps her legs around Vixens neck, taking her down with a sort of modified Hurricanrana of her own. As soon as she lands, Misty leaps up onto the same turnbuckle, and comes crashing down on both women with a corkscrew moonsault. As she lands she rolls off.

Adams: I don’t know which match to call, because both are high intensity. I think my head hurts.

Simone: That is what you get for thinking I guess…

Back outside of the ring, Kain smashes HS’s head into the ring steps repeatedly. HS stops the last of the series, and then he chops Kain’s chest. He then goes to slam Kain’s head into the ring post, but Kain reverses it by planting his feet against the post, and then he flings HS into the post. As he comes down, Kain drops down for the pin. The referee counts.

1!

2!

HS kicks out. Kain shoves the referee and then he picks up the set of ring steps and he goes to slam them onto HS. HS rolls out of the way and leans against the barricade. Kain goes to assault him with the steps, but HS ducks out of the way again. He gets up to his feet and then he dashes away from Kain. Kain gives chase as they circle around the ring. Kain brings the steps with him, but as they round the corner, HS connects with a Red Hot into the ring steps! The fans give a mixed reaction, but it is deafening. HS drops down for the pin, but it is quickly interrupted as, inside the ring, Misty pulls down the ropes to cause Raynin to stumble down on top of the men! HS shouts at Vixen who rolls off, and he goes back for the pin.

1!

Again, it is interrupted as Misty vaults over the ropes, missing her target of Vixen. HS smacks his head in complete frustration as he rolls out of the way. Vixen leaps up onto the barricade and runs across it, dashing on top of Misty as the two roll around in a downright dirty catfight. Raynin steps outside of the ring, and their referee looks completely confused. HS rolls Kain inside of the ring, and he tosses the ring steps inside as well. He looks under the ring and tosses in a chair, a trashcan with a tied up bag of trash inside, and then he slides a cylinder block inside of the ring. He slides in under the bottom ropes and then he goes to work stomping on Kain. He picks up the chair and swings it down, barely missing Kain as he gets out of the way. HS goes to hit him once more, but Kain rolls over and onto his feet. The fans boo loudly as Kain hits a superkick to the chair, connecting with HS’s face.

Outside of the ring, Raynin and Vixen go back and forth with Misty in between them. When one connect with a hard punch, Misty rebounds to the other one. As they assault her, she quickly ducks down and they both connect with punches to each other. Misty picks Vixen up and drops her face first onto the apron. She then slides her inside of the ring. As the chair drops, Misty unfolds it as the referee tries to pull it out of her hands. Misty shoves him away and then Misty leaps up onto it, taking down the rising Vixen with a roll up pin. Just as Kain drops down for a pin on HS.

1!

1!

2!

2!

In an almost simultaneous manner, Raynin comes vaulting into the ring, landing across Vixen and Misty to break up the pin. As she rolls off, she knocks into HS and Kain, breaking up their pin as well! The Bombshell referee shouts to the other referee that this match will be thrown out if they don’t leave. The fans all boo loudly as this is heard. HS rolls out of the ring at this, and Kain gives chase to him. HS jumps the barricade and heads into the crowd as Kain comes after him quickly. Their referee follows as the Bombshell referee tries to clear the ring of the debris. Raynin falls down for a pin on Vixen, stopping him short. Misty sees the opportunity and tosses the trashcan into the corner.

1!

2!

Misty yanks Raynin off and then goes to fling her into the trashcan, putting all of her weight into it. As Raynin bounces off, rebounding from the blow, Misty flips forward, and wraps her leg around Raynin’s neck, taking her down with a Headscissors that sends her to the outside. Misty looks down at Vixen and a smile crosses her face. As Vixen stirs on the ground, Misty ascends the top rope. As Vixen gets to her feet, the fans boo as Misty leaps off, nailing the Dream Crusher much to the dismay of the audience. She quickly falls down and gets the cover.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner and NEW Bombshell Champion… MISTY!

Adams: I don’t believe it! We have a new Bombshell Champion! Misty is now a double champion!

Simone: As much as I hate to admit it, Misty put up one hell of a fight against these two Bombshells, and she definitely earned that belt.

As Misty receives both of her championship belts, Electra Blaze comes in the ring to hoist her hands up in victory. Misty shoves the referee away and laughs as the fans boo her on. She looks outside of the ring to Raynin who is stirring as “What You Want” by Evanescence begins playing. Misty looks down to Vixen, and a smile grows upon her face. She hands Electra her NWA Cruiserweight Championship belt, and she pulls Vixen up by her hair. She points to her face, and then to the belt draped over her shoulders. Vixen groggily shoves Misty away, and Misty’s joyful expression turns sour. She rears back the championship belt when suddenly the lights go out.

”WE WANT YOU!”

”We… Want… You!”

”GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!”

”Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing over the loud speakers as the New X-Treme’s video plays. As red and blacklights flash across the stage, a lonely Spike Staggs slowly walks out onto the stage, dressed in wrestling gear. The audience erupts as Spike shakes his head at Misty, and the lights come back on. As he approaches the ring, Vixen sneaks up behind Misty and tosses her over the ropes and outside of the ring. Electra surveys the situation, but decides to go outside of the ring to help her friend as Spike gets closer. Spike walks up and pauses in front of Misty, giving her a look and a slick smile. Electra tries to get in his face, but he puts a hand up in hers and proceeds to the ring. Misty and Electra both look confused as Spike slides in under the ropes. Spike looks around the arena, and then looks to Vixen. They share a stare, but then Spike grabs her arm and raises it into the air as the theme song starts over.

Simone: Wait, did… Did Vixen just join NXT?

Adams: It seems so, and both of them are waving goodbye to Misty as Vixen motions around her waist. This has been one hell of a show so far, and it ain’t over yet!




Backstage, Jamie Staggs is seen walking through the hallways with an unusually angry look on his face. He is carrying a notepad and wearing a tan trench coat and a matching fedora. He winds through the hallways as people give him strange and curious looks. He jumps at them as he passes, and continues on down the hallway. As he rounds a corner, he nearly bumps into a pissed off Rage. Rage’s face lightens up a bit and he tries not to snicker at his former tag team partner and friend.

Rage: What the hell is up with the cheesy forties rogue detective look, Jamie?

Jamie stops and raises his eyebrows up to Rage with a slack-jawed expression on his face. He gets on the tips of his toes and gets in Rage’s face.

Jamie: Don’t go pokin’ around in other’s business if ya know what’s good for ya, or you’ll be sleepin’ with the fishes, see? Now move along sweetheart…

Rage: Okay, fuck you, and if you ever call me sweetheart again, I will pound your head in… In a friendly way of course.

Jamie shakes free of Rage’s hand on his shoulder in a very dramatic way. He moves along through the door and stares ahead at Gabriel and Kittie sitting on the couch chit chatting. He slams the notebook down on the table in front of them, and then he leans down, staring right at Gabriel with an almost demented look. Kittie laughs and opens her mouth to say something. Jamie puts a finger up to her lip and she bites it, getting up at Jamie.

Kittie: NEVER do that again!

Jamie: Move along toots, we gots business to discuss.

Kittie: But…

Jamie: Did I stutter? Tell me, did I STUTTER!?

Kittie’s eyes flare up and she goes to protest, but instead she walks out of the room, cursing under her breath. Jamie smirks and then returns to the demented gaze at Gabriel, just staring at him.

Gabriel: Have I got mustard on my face or something?

Jamie: Ya got somethin’ on ya face, but it ain’t mustard. It’s words, and I’m trying to read them. But all I see is ‘guilty’!

Gabriel raises an eyebrow.

Gabriel: In the quiet words of the Virgin Mary, come again?

Jamie lowers himself down, kneeling to Gabriel’s level with a bluffing sort of nonchalant stare from the corner of his eyes.

Jamie: I got it on good authority that someone’s been dirtying up my main squeeze, and it ain’t been me. Well, it has, but I think someone else has had it at her. By the looks of things, I gotta say I have my own suspections that it is none other than… YOU!

Jamie slams his fists against the table and looks back at Gabriel once more, wide eyed and angry.

Gabriel: Seriously? In a stable that includes Synn and Shane, you think I'm doinking Kittie? I don't know if I should be insulted or happy.... I'll go with happy.

Gabriel smiles at Jamie. Jamie tilts his head to the side with a sort of intrigued smirk.

Jamie: Oh, a wise guy, ey? See, if I was a dumber person than I am, I woulda gone with the easy targets like Synn or Shane, but Kittie don’t go for the pretty boy types. She prefers a rugged gentleman with wit, charm, and Seabiscuit qualities… Someone like… A MAGICIAN!

Gabriel: Thank you. Nice thing to know. I may have bent her over, whacked on some cuffs, made her breath heavy, but you was there when I did that

Jamie: That was cool… I mean… EXAMINE EXHIBIT A!

Jamie opens up the notebook and pulls out a picture that may have been drawn by a four year old had it not been for the compromising position the stick figures were in. Jamie smiles as he holds the picture up for Gabriel to see.

Jamie: You’re so good with words, explain this then. Let’s see ya escape this one Criss Angel!

Gabriel: Who's Criss Angel?

Both men look back to the camera, and then back to each other.

Gabriel: You can tell that's not me. Look at him closely, he has different coloured eyes than I do.

Jamie: That’s just not gonna cut the mustard, see?! Different colored contacts do exist. Lawyered.

Gabriel: Ok, your suspect there also has bigger feet than me.

Jamie raises his finger with an argument, but then he scratches his chin curiously. He looks from the picture, down to Gabe’s feet and slowly begins to nod his head.

Jamie: I am starting to see your point… If you got nothing to hide, then perhaps you wouldn’t mind answering a few… questions. Completely routine, standard questions.

Gabriel: Sure.

Jamie flips open his notebook and pulls a chair over to the coffee table. He holds the notebook close to himself, as if jotting down notes as he stares at Gabriel.

Jamie: First question. Have you ever showed Kittie Staggs your ‘magic wand’?

Jamie makes quotation marks with his hands as he asks the question.

Gabriel: Nope. Not the one you mean anyway.

Jamie: Well played, my friend… Well played. Question number two… Have you ever pulled a rabbit, or any other object out of any orf…oraf…orifice of my wife?

Jamie keeps a straight face as he stares at Gabriel. Gabriel cracks a smile and a laugh before stifling it back, and matching Jamie’s poker face.

Gabriel: I pulled a penny out of her ear once.

Jamie: Last question… Have you slept with my wife?

Gabriel: She fell asleep next to me on a plane once, other than that, nope

Jamie nods his head, and then he stands up. He takes a single step forward toward Gabriel and then tilts his head back in a still suspicious manner.

Jamie: I believe ya… But my Tommy Gun don’t!

Jamie reaches into his coat and pulls out a toy gun and lays his finger on the trigger. It makes gunshot noises as Gabriel stands there wide eyed and a bit uncomfortable. Jamie laughs maniacally as he sprays at Gabriel. Once he is satisfied, he slides the gun back into his coat, picks up his notebook and walks toward the door. He turns back in a sort of snarl.

Jamie: Keep the change, ya filthy animal…

He exits the room and walks past Rage once more. He narrows his eyes at his friend, and then pokes him in the chest.

Jamie: I got my eye on you, pal…

Before Rage can say anything, Jamie disappears down the hallway.




The scene shows Casey Williams getting ready for his tag team title defense against the Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession. Rocky Mountains walks up and asks Casey a few questions.

Rocky: "Casey, may I ask you a few questions regarding your match tonight?"

Casey: "Sure, Rocky, make it quick where I gotta finish getting ready for my match."

Rocky: "Ok, first, how do you feel about facing The Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession again?"

Casey: "I know that it is going to be a tough battle, knowing how the men in those tag teams are. However, Jordan and I will retain the titles, and our title reign will live long and prosper."

Rocky: "I see. What makes you so confident that you and Jordan will win this match and retain the tag team titles?"

Casey: "Well, it is simple, Rocky. We are a duo that are unique and have contrasting styles that compliment each other well, whereas The Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession have similar styles in their duos, which makes scouting them easier. Yeah, they may have been teaming longer than us, but what they fail to understand is that teaming for a long period is not always good. Look what happened to the Rockers from WWF fame. They were an elite tag team, and worked together great for years until Shawn Michaels turned on Marty Janetty. Not saying The Aristocrats and Sinful Obsession will be like the Rockers, but one can never be too sure."

Rocky: "Interesting. I want to thank you for your time and good luck in your match tonight."

The scene fades as Rocky walks away, leaving Casey to finish getting ready.




Back in the parking lot, Hot Stuff Mark Ward busts his way through the door, leading from the arena and quickly runs towards a car. He jumps in the car as Kain bursts through the door. Hot Stuff starts the engine and Kain looks around, spotting Hot Stuff and running towards him, Hot Stuff drives off, leaving Kain and a referee standing. He sees an employee getting out of a car and Kain throws him out of the way. Jumping in the drivers seat, motioning to the ref to get in. The ref jumps in and the car speeds off in the same direction Hot Stuff drove moments before.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the triple threat match for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship!

The crowd cheers at the hotly anticipated tag team title match as the music for the Aristocrats begins to play across the sound system of the Royal Albert Hall...

Simone: There were, I hear, some difficulties for the Aristocrats- something about UK Border Control not allowing those with criminal records to enter the country...

The Aristocrat's music starts, as Supergrass harmonizes on vocals. The UK crowd, recognizing the band, cheer. Nobody’s coming out, yet

Simone: ... but here we go! It looks like we've got them, now!

# …we’re in it for the money. We’re in it for the money.
# We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
#We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
# WE’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY!

And as the drums kick in the song continues, rocking out. The first Aristocrat comes out through the entrance, winding up and punching the air like they’ve already won.

He’s holding a cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, and his ‘medically necessary’ carpal tunnel wristband on the other. And he’s in no hurry to get to the ring, taking his own sweet time getting there, sometimes stopping to jaw it out with a fan, or take a slug off his drink.

About a second later, his partner storms through. He’s not going quickly, either, but more like “the slow, crushing inevitability of death” than “guy slacking off from work”. He strides toward the ring, paying absolutely no attention to anyone in the arena who isn’t his teammate or his intended victims.

And, there's a commotion, as two MORE guys burst through the curtain, and lay into them, from behind!

Simone: WHAT?

Adams: - The HELL?!

An identically-dressed duo jump the first pair- the "Radical" of the duo smashing a scalding-hot cup of java across his counterpart's head, and booting him to the concrete. Narly #2 savagely stomps on the first one we saw.

Simone: Ladies and Gentlemen, we have NO idea what's going on here....

The other people in the ring look confused. And appalled. And aren't doing anything, since it's not clear what to do, or who to do it to!

Adams: It LOOKS like we've got two rival sets of Aristocrats- but from here, I can't tell which is which! Or WHY, of all people, you'd want to imitate The Aristocrats!

The brawl breaks back up the aisle, as the latter set of A's batters the first into unconcsciousness, before bum's rushing them up the ramp. A synchronized pair of piledrivers ON the entry ramp softens up the unlucky duo, and the fight moves backstage.

Simone: It looks like we've got a no-contest here from the Aristocrats... hard to say what's going on for sure, there...!

Adams: But this is billed as a triple threat match for the titles! The bosses never disappoint so what now...?

Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.

Simone: What are those two numb skulls doing out here?

The Surf Boys head over to ring announcer Justin Decent and whisper something to him, then step back, holding their boards under their arms.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I have just been informed that due to the absense of the Aristocrats, Christian underwood has deemed the Surf Boys the next logical contendars to the tag team titles so they will replace the Aristocrats in this match!

The crowd cheers as Narly and Radical raise their hands and bob their heads in excitement.

Adams: I don't believe it!

Simone: neither do I. Who would think either of those twits could remember all that?

Justin: Their opponents are accompanied by Synn, and have a total combined weight of 426 pounds, the team of Gabriel and Despayre ... Sinful Obsession!

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Despayre tugs on Synn's sleeve and whispers something to him. Synn then walks over toward Justin and whispers to him before he brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match. Despayre looks out of the ring towards his mom in the front row and waves "hi" and she waves back.

Justin: ladies and gentlemen, Gabriel and Despayre are also accompanied to the ring by Angel!

The crowd cheers as Despayre holds his teddy bear over his head and his partner and Synn applaud.

Simone: Oh brother...

Adams: C'mon Belinda! Raise the roof for the bear! Woot! Oh, er... sorry Mark!

Justin: Their opponents are the current reigning SCW Tag Team Champions...

Adams: Not the Heavyweight Tag team Champions mind you...

Justin: At a total combined weight of 630 pounds, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams, the New Extremes!

"Miseria Cantare - The Beginning" By AFI plays and the new combination of Jordan and Casey walk out onto the stage and are greeted by the cheers of the crowd onhand. They walk down the aisle, slapping hands reaching out until they're arrive at the ringside area. Casey climbs up onto the apron and steps literally over the top rope as Jordan slides inside beneath the bottom rope. He stands up and double high-fives Casey as the referee for this one, Drew Patton, walks up and they remove their belts and pass them over to him.

Drew walks to each team and shows the gold to each in turn before holding the titles over his head and the crowd applauds.

Simone: That's what it's all about! The gold is on the line!

Drew hands the titles out to Justin and calls for the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding!

JORDAN WILLIAMS AND CASEY WILLIAMS Vs SINFUL OBSESSION Vs THE SURF BOYS
TRIPLE THREAT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Narly immediately takes advantage of Despayre giving Synn a quick hug by charging across the ring and clobbering the smaller man from behind, leveling him to the mat with a dropkick! Synn ducks through the ropes and to the floor as Narly pounds away at Despayre's back with repeated forearm shots, not letting up for an instant. Narly grabs Despayre by the arm and drags him to his feet, sending him off into the ropes with an Irish whip but Jordan is right there and he takes advantage by catching Despayre in a powerslam, and into an immediate cover!

Simone: Great move there by the veteran!

1.....
2..... Narly breaks it up before Despayre has a chance to kick out.

Narly grabs Jordan and starts to throw the fists at him but Jordan is no slouch when it comes to a fight and he starts swinging back and a brawl erupts in the center of the ring with blows bring traded back and forth! Narly brings a knee into Jordan's stomach, doubling him over. Narly goes for an irish whip into the ropes but Jordan reverses it. Narly comes off and springs up onto the champ's shoulders and takes him over with a victory roll!

1.....
2..... Despayre lands on the back of Narly's head with a somersault legdrop to break it up.

Despayre grabs the Narly with two big handfuls of hair and tries to pull him to his feet...

Adams: I admit surprise! Narly and Radical seem to be going all out for this one.

Simone: Well gold is on the line after all.

Narly plants both feet into Despayre's stomach and uses the leverage to monkety flip despayre up and over. Narly pulls him towards his own corner and tags in Radical.

Simone: It's not very often that we see triple threat tag team matches. As you can see, it's still only one member of the team in the ring at a time.

Narly holds Despayre upright by the hair as Radical enters and moves forward and hits a running wheel kick on Despayre, knocking both his opponent as well as himself to the mat. Radical quickly tucks his head between his knees...

Adams: He's going for a piledriver? heck I didn't even know they knew how to apply a move like that.

Radical indeed does get him up but Jordan strikes from out of nowhere with a superkick that topples Radical to the mat and Despayre lands atop of him...

1.....
2..... Jordan grabs Despayre and dumps him out of the ring and through the ropes and covers Radical on his own.

1.....
2..... Radical kicks out!

Despayre holds his head and gets right back into the ring near his corner and immediately tags Gabriel into the match. Jordan grabs Radical in a headlock and tags Casey into the match. The giant steps over the top rope and he and his championship partner fire Radical into the ropes where Jordan catches the Surf Boy with a spine buster and Casey lands a big elbow drop into his chest cavity. Jordan kips up and Gabriel hits him with a running knee from behind, knocking him through the ropes and to the ringside floor.

Simone: Just like Gabriel, taking advantage of an opponent whenever and wherever he can!

Adams: Well he's not a Sin for nothing you know.

Casey has Radical down in a cover...

1.....
2..... Gabriel lands atop Casey's wide back, breaking the count.

Gabriel jumps on Casey, slamming lefts and rights from behind into his head. Casey forces his way to his feet and turns and powers Gabriel off, throwing him back to the mat. This allows Radical to come up from behind Casey and swing his arm up between his legs.

Adams: Oh that's one way to cut Casey's size advantage in half!

Simone: Those two airheads might not be the sharpest knives in the drawer but they know how to cut a big man down to size!

Radical hurries over and tags his partner back in and Radical and Narly both start throwing blows into Casey until Casey starts fighting back and he swings a forearm into Radical, knocking him back and down to the mat. Casey then grabs Narly and headbutts him right between the eyes.

Simone: And this is where Casey's size comes into play. he is by far the largest man in this match.

Casey and Narly swing at one another and casey quickly gains the upper hand. Give the Surf Boy a lot of credit for heart, but he just can't trade punches with a man Casey's size! Casey blocks a blow and decks Narly with a right hand, then grabs him in a front facelock -- when Gabriel suddenly flies off of the top rope and clotheslines Casey, sending him toppling back and inadvertently DDTing Narly in the process!

Simone: What a move! That was unexpected!

Gabriel goes for the cover on Narly!

1.....
2..... Narly kicks out.

Gabriel runs off of the ropes but Radical pulls the ropes down and Gabriel tumbles out and lands on the floor in a heap!

Adams: That's where the teamwork comes into play in a match filled with so much chaos.

Simone: That's where cheating comes into play.

Adams: That too.

Radical jumps down from the apron and grabs the fallen Gabriel and uses his arm as a handle to whip him into the security railing. Gabriel staggers outward, holding his back and Radical goes to swing at him when Despayre sails off of the ring apron into a senton, crashing into Radical!

Adams: Despayre coming to his partner's aid, that might buy Gabriel the time he needs to recover.

Despayre helps Gabriel up and starts to return him to the ring when Casey's partner Jordan intervenes, grabbing Despayre by his long hair and he slams his head into the ring apron, then Irish whips him into the steps with enough velocity that the smaller man goes tumbling over them and onto the floor.

Simone: Christ it's chaos inside and outside of the ring!

Casey grabs Narly and easily scoops him up in a display of strength, depositing him to the mat with a jarring bodyslam. Casey then rebounds off of the ropes and drops a big leg down onto him. Casey tags Jordan back into the match and Jordan vaults over the ropes and enters the fray. Jordan rushes in but Gabriel is back up and he spears Williams in mid-air! Gabriel Irish whips Jordan into the corner and jumps in after him with a shining wizard, then planting him with a running bulldog. Gabriel makes the cover and hooks the leg!

1.....
2..... Jordan kicks out!

Simone: I have never seen a match with so many near falls! All of these men are going for the win at every possible convenience!

Gabriel picks Jordan up and sends him into the ropes but Jordan comes off with a float over DDT, planting Gabriel into the mat. Jordan with the cover.

1.....
2..... Narly grabs Jordan and peels him off of Gabriel.

Narly tags Radical back into the mat and hands Gabriel off to his partner. Radical grabs Gabriel by the hair and sends him into the ropes and brings him over with a hurricanrana!

Adams: Brain dead or not, the Surf Boys can wrestle!

Radical grabs Gabriel and Jordan comes in where they both take the Sin of Greed by the arms and Irish whip him off of the ropes, joining hands for a dual lariat.

Adams: Teamwork by opposing team members?

Simone: It's inevitable if any of them want to walk away with the win in this one.

Gabriel comes running off of the ropes and jumps, landing on their linked arms which knocks Jordan and Radical into one another and down to the mat! Gabriel somersaults over and tags Despayre. Despayre climbs to the top of the corner and as Jordan and Radical rise, Despayre leaps off, hitting both men with a flying missile dropkick, bringing the fans to their feet!

Adams: Leave it to Despy to always pull something unorthodox out of his little bag of tricks!

Despayre grabs Radical and swings but Radical ducks the blow and doubles the nutty opponent over with a boot to the nether regions. Radical then tucks his head down low and lifts Despayre up and crashes backward in a sitting backdrop maneuver. Radical with the cover!

1.....
2..... Jordan breaks it up, dragging Radical off and throwing him back toward the corner.

Jordan then grabs Despayre and hauls him into the air and powerbombs him, folding him in half!

1.....
2..... Despayre kicks out!

Adams: I thought Despayre would get control of this one for the Sins but it looks like he got too excited.

Simone: He's still trying though.

Jordan goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Despayre reverses it at the last moment. Jordan hits the ropes and Narly reaches in from the outside and encircles Jordan's neck with his arm and drags him over the ropes and to the outside! Casey immediately drops from the apron and rushes over to help his partner! Casey grabs Narly and pulls him down to the floor and the two men start fighting without care! Casey is swinging wildly and Radical is avoiding the crippling blows as best he can! The chase is on! This leaves Radical in with Despayre and Radical goes for the piledriver. He tries to lift Despayre but Despayre blocks it. Radical tries again but again it is blocked, and Despayre then brings his head up hard right between Radical's legs!

Adams: Ohhh! I wonder if either of the Surf Boys have any use for those for that damage to be significant?

Radical howls in agony and clutches himself and Despayre hurriedly tags in Gabriel! Despayre grabs Radical in a front facelock and lifts him up and drives him own head-first...

Adams: Lobotomy!

Despayre holds Radical down as Gabriel comes off of the top rope, crashing down into the Surf Boy with the Fall From Grace! Gabriel hooks the leg!

1.....

Jordan sees what's happening as Casey and Narly are still fighting.

2.....

Jordan slides in and tries to break it up but Despayre crashes right into him to prevent it!

3!

The bell rings and the crowd ignites with cheers as Synn enters the ring!

Simone: They did it! Many experts predicted it was only a matter of time and Sinful Obsession has won it!

Justin: The winners of the match ... and NEW Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions ... Gabriel and Despayre -- Sinful Obsession!

Synn takes the title belts away from Drew and passes them to Gabriel and Despayre who is jumping up and down in joy and starts running around the ring in circles before leaping onto Gabriel in a wild hug! Narly and Casey have stopped fighting as they understood what just happened and Jordan looks on in shock and disbelief as Synn raises both his men's arms high in the air! Radical shouts at the referee, accusing Gabriel of everything from pulling the tights to using the ropes but the decision stands!

Adams: It looks like history has repeated itself! Two years ago in London the Sins won the AWA world tag titles, and now here tonight they have become the newest SCW tag champs!

Synn helps Despayre down from the apron and he runs right over to hug his mom in the front row as Gabriel does a one handed spring to the floor to join his teammates. They make their way toward the back as the other two teams come to terms with the decision.




Backstage at Royal Albert Hall. Mathew Kennedy is walking down the old corridors of the building with a mountain of a man. His name is Ata Tupou. He stands over six and a half feet tall and is wearing a Premier Wrestling muscle shirt. One one arm is tribal tattoos from his home country of Tonga.

MK: Ah the Royal Albert Hall, American fans can't appreciate the history and the culture that this majestic hall contains, which probably explains why it's hosting a wrestling event.

Ata Tupou: Yeah I hear you. Still with crowds this big is must be amazing to get out in that ring.

Ms. Rocky Mountains walks briskly over to interrupt them.

RM: Excuse me...your a new face around here. Are you new talent? I am sure your not not just crew with a body like that.

MK: Miss Mountains, do you watch any of the other NWA Promotions? This is Ata Tupou, he is from the Island of Tonga and he made his debut at the Premier Wrestling event last night where he destroyed his opponent in seconds, as unlikely as it sounds we have become friends, why? We share one thing in common, we are the best wrestlers our respective countries have to offer.

Ata: Yeah don't worry about it. My friends called me Duke, mostly because I am one and I guess you are right about me being new talent, just not for Sin City.

RM: But your here right now, does that mean you are looking for a match?

Ata: Nah..not right now. I mean I work for Premier. Matthew was at The Big Show last night and gave a hell of match. I asked if he could show me around. I am a big fan of SCW, so tonight I am just going to enjoy the show. But you know how the Alliance works, they like guys mixing it up and I promise soon enough I will be trying to take a swing at any fighter on the world rankings. Maybe I will even ask Matthew here for a match.

Duke Ata laughs and pats Matthew on the back, Matthew smirks as the two men walk off chatting along the way.

Adams: Matthew Kennedy getting along with someone, never thought I'd see the day.

Simone: I think that's one of the signs of the apocalypse.




The camera trails down to the side of the stage used by the wrestlers where a tarp-lined pool has been erected and filled with mud.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Mud pit match and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!

The crowd cheers!

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Adams: A mud pit match. Every man's worst nightmare!

Simone: It was only a matter of time. I'm just surprised it took this long to happen.

Justin: Now if you please, allow me to introduce the special guest referee for this match....

Simone: Guest referee? I didn't know about this. Did you?

Adams: Nope. Probably another one of the bosses' bright ideas.

Jason looks into the camera.

Adams: And I mean that. You guys rock!

The opening chords to "Here For The Party" by Gretchen Wilson blasts through the speakers.

Simone: Oh no...

As the fiddles kick in, Brandi Shotze appears at the top of the ramp, wearing an open referee shirt, showing off her ample chest along with cutoff denim booty shorts. She shakes a bottle of beer and sends the contents spraying everywhere as she shouts out and climbs down the stage and walks over to the mud ring.

Adams: Well, I guess it makes sense. Who better than one of the Party Girls to officiate a match like this?

Simone: I bet the men are just loving this more and more.

Justin: Introducing first the challenger! Hailing right here from London, England, weighing 220 pounds ... Primetime Matthew Kennedy!

The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "Cult Of Personality" hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts out onto the stage looking very upset. He lowers his shades slightly on the bridge of his nose to look down off of the stage and at the mud pit where he would be challenging for the Roulette championship. He waves his hands derisively and starts to head backstage...

Adams: Is he leaving?

Simone: He'd be a fool to. It's one match, and for championship gold. Get over it pal!

Primetime turns and looks back and sneers and starts to storm down the ramp. he turns at the base and walks back to where the mud pit is and Brandi waits. He stares and shakes his head at the mud and starts to angrily remove his robe.

Adams: I guess the lure of gold is too much.

Primetime throws his robe down and steps up to the edge of the mud pit and quickly backs away, shaking his head. Brandi steps up to him and points inside, telling him to get in. Primetime shakes his head and an argument ensues with the fans starting to cheer at the spectacle. Primetime turns around and shouts out towards the British crowd and this proves a mistake as Brandi gives him a hard shove from behind, sending him toppling over the side and into the mud with a wet splat!

Adams: Better him than me!

Primetime is sprawled out in the mud and gets to his knees, his entire face and front side dripping. He wipes his face as best he can and glares with hatred at Brandi and yells "You BITCH!"

Justin: His opponent is the reigning SCW Roulette Champion! From Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing 217 pounds ... Bo Dreamwolf!

The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp, barefoot and just wearing his loin cloth and trunks ring gear.

Simone: It looks like Bo is a little more prepared than Primetime is.

In the mud, Primetime stands up as best he can and Bo suddenly dives off the side of the stage and hits Kennedy with a Thesz Press! Brandi jumps back and the bell sounds!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!


BO DREAMWOLF Vs "PRIME TIME" MATTHEW KENNEDY
ROULETTE TITLE MUD MATCH

The fans are standing and cheering as Bo has Primetime flat on his back, pinned down under his weight in the mud and he is hammering his challenger's head with stiff forearms.

Simone: I don't know how the hell these two men plan on actually wrestling in a match like this.

Bo grabs Primetime and lifts him up out of the mud and brings him over with three fast snapmares. Bo then ducks behind him quickly for a rollup cover and Brandi slaps her hand against the side of the pit...

1.....
2..... Primetime kicks out.

Kennedy gets to his feet and Bo grabs him in a side headlock and wrenches it tightly, but an angry challenger wraps his arms around Bo's waist and brings him over backwards with a belly to back suplex, dumping him on his head.

Adams: Do you think that actually hurts? Maybe the mud softens the impact?

Simone: I don't know but the move clearly has stunned the champion and Primetime is in control.

Bo rolls over onto his side and Kennedy, on his feet, starts laying in the boots to the champion's exposed chest and stomach. Primetime then drops to his knees, grabs Bo by his hair and shoves his face directly into -- and under -- the mud. Bo struggles, his arms flaying and legs kicking but Primetime has him held down tightly.

Simone: The challenger looks like he's going for some humiliation here against the champion.

Kennedy brings him up and the mud covered champion gasps for breath but only gets a short one drawn in before his head is pushed back under the mud.

Adams: Humiliation, nothing! It looks more like Kennedy wants to drown him!

Brandi steps up toward the edge of the pit and tells Primetime to ease up but the challenger responds to the directive by pulling Bo's head up and slamming it right back down. Matthew drags him over to the corner of the pit and hauls him to his feet. He lifts Bo up and drops him stomach first over the side of the mud pit.

Simone: I don't know what this area is built with but I can't imagine that felt good at all.

Bo falls back, clutching his ribs, and Matthew pulls him up and brings him over with a gut wrench suplex.

Simone: I am amazed that these two guys are pulling off these moves in this mud ring. It's really showing what they're capable of as professional athletes.

Adams: At least what Primetime is capable of. He's pretty much been in control of this one from the start.

Bo lands hard on his back and Primetime covers him in a pin attempt.

1.....
2..... Bo gets the shoulder up.

Primetime rises to his knees and glares at Brandi, slapping his hands together quickly three times. Brandi shakes her head and holds up two fingers only.

Adams: I don't know why he's blaming her. Even in a match like this you have got to hook the leg.

Primetime grabs Bo's head and slams it into the side of the mud pit, then hits him in the side of the head with three fists as Brandi warns him off. Primetime just looks at her before wrapping both hands around the champion's neck and he chokes him, forcing the special referee to issue a count!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Primetime releases the choke and just smirks knowingly at Brandi.

Simone: The challenger has to be given credit for knowing ways to circumvent the rules. He can punch and gouge and choke all he likes but the referee can't do squat unless that five count has been reached.

Brandi fumes, turning from the match a moment and returning her attention a second later. Primetime pulls the champion up by the arm and sets him up for a body slam. He lifts Bo up when the environment plays the factor and Kennedy slips and falls back with Bo landing right on top of him in a cover!

1.....
2..... Primetime kicks out!

Adams: There's a risk in this match right there! Any move where you have to lift your opponent up could cost you the match!

Both men struggle to return steadily to their feet. Primetime takes a swing at Bo but the momentum carries him around and Bo locks in a cobra clutch! Both men slip and fall but Bo retains the hold and adds to it, wrapping his legs around Primetime's waist in a body scissors! Kennedy struggles and reaches but it dawns on him...

Adams: There are no ropes for him to get to break it!

Simone: Christ, that's right!

Primetime tries to get loose and roll around but Bo holds him tight, securing him right where he is. Brandi leans into the pit and tries to talk to Primetime, but can't get near in the center so she just ups and steps over the edge and into the mud and kneels down and scoots closer.

Simone: Somehow I knew that woman wouldn't stay out of the mud long when there are two handsome young men in there.

Adams: Are they better looking than me?

Simone: I'll treat that question with the disdain that it deserves.

Brandi kneels at the men's sides and asks Primetime is he wants to submit but Primetime shakes his head in the negative, refusing. Matthew Kennedy then opts for a counter and grabs the back of Bo's legs and uses his own legs to push Bo back to a pinning position and Brandi makes her count.

1.....
2..... Bo is forced to let go to keep from being pinned!

Adams: Oh now that was crafty!

Bo stands up, almost slipping, and goes to grab Kennedy but the challenger pulls Bo's legs out from under him and somersaults over him into a bridging cover.

1.....
2..... Bo kicks out again.

Both start to rise and Matthew hits a dropkick on the champion from out of nowhere, knocking him back into a corner of the mud pit. Matthew jumps up and dives in at him for an elbow smash but Bo moves and Primetime crashes into the unforgiving corner of the pit, striking his arm. Primetime hollers out, turning around, holding his arm and starting to stand up when Bo grabs the arm and takes him down into the mud into a Fujiwara armbar.

Simone: This could be it! Bo has that arm bent all the way back! Kennedy may have to give this one up!

Brandi scrambles on her knees to get to the forefront of the action and she asks Primetime again if he yields but Kennedy refuses to submit in front of the British fans! Knowing his challenger won't give in, Bo lets go of the hold but keeps control of the arm. he brings three elbows down into the targeted limb and then slaps on a single-arm DDT. Bo rolls him over onto his back and covers him.

1.....
2..... Primetime gets the shoulder up.

Simone: Primetime had control of this one for so long, but now the champion is making his comeback.

Adams: How embarrassing would it be for Bo if he, a champion, were to lose his title in a mud pit? A ring, a back alley, a ladder match even I can understand. But a mud pit??

Bo brings Primetime up in a front facelock and hits a knee lift in Kennedy's jaw, knocking him back as the crowd starts to boo.

Adams: Uh oh, look who it is!

Simone: Oh what is he doing here??

SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones walks out with his championship gold slung over his shoulder to witness the happenings. He frowns at first and then starts to laugh, looking to the fans and pointing a thumb at the championship contest currently being fought.

Simone: I think Nick is getting a good laugh at the expense of Bo, given their recent hard feelings against one another.

Nick then calms down and starts his descent towards the edge of the stage and over towards the mud pit.

Simone: What the hell does he think he's doing? What, does he want a closer look or something?

Adams: I always had a sneaking suspicion about him.

Bo has no idea what is happening outside of the mud and has Kennedy up and brings him down with a swinging neckbreaker. Primetime is down and Brandi leans in to check on him as Bo heads to the corner and climbs up on it when he realizes Nick is out there. Bo starts shouting for him to leave when Nick suddenly swings his title belt and nails Bo right in the head!

Simone: No!

Bo falls backwards and lands in the mud with a splash, out cold! Primetime brushes past Brandi and scrambles over to the champion. He struggles to lift the dead weight of Dreamwolf up and he manages to hit the package piledriver aka the Primetime Special! Kennedy throws him over onto his back and covers Bo lazily as Brandi makes her count.

1.....
2.....
3!

Simone: I do NOT believe this!

The crowd displays a mixed reaction as they cheer for their hometown man but boo in the manner Nick interfered!

Justin: Here is your winner, and the NEW Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion ... Primetime Matthew Kennedy!

Nick is smiling as cocky as can be as he slowly backs up, slinging his title belt over his shoulder again and playing the part of the innocent until he vanishes backstage. Brandi is on the outside of the mud pit as Primetime climbs out himself. She picks up the Roulette belt and Kennedy tears it from her grasp and hoists it up for everyone to see.

Simone: Well like it or not, it doesn't matter how the match ended. We have a brand new Roulette Champion in Primetime Matthew Kennedy!

Primetime doesn't care now that he's covered from head to toe in mud. He is a champion! He turns his back to leave and Brandi promptly swats him hard across the backside. Kennedy turns around and glares at her as she heads over to the mud pit to check on Bo who is flat on his back, slowly coming too, almost submerged in the mud. Primetime ignores what she did and leaves for the back, a new champion in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: So I bet you just loved this, huh belinda? two, as you called them, handsome young men wrestling around in mud?

Simone: Jason, I happen to be a professional.

Adams: Oh yeah? Then try tearing your eyes off of Bo's ass, why don't you?

Simone: .......... Shut up.




We cut backstage, where an incensed "Big" Steve Scanlon and "Hangman" Hawkins are standing backstage. They seem to be the victorious set of Aristocrats from before- there's not a mark on them.

Scanlon: "ACCEPT NO SUBSTITUTES!" This is the Goddamn Aristocrats here- and you know what?

There've been two schmendricks going around PRETENDING to be us, and we finally caught onto this little game. And we shut it down!

What, you didn't think we'd NOTICE? Big Stevie don't go around doing freakin' musical numbers! Hangman don't speak French, neither! We found out this crap's been going on for MONTHS, yo- and so, right here, right now- we DEMAND that our win-loss record be reset!

Pussy Willow: What?

Scanlon: We don't know HOW many matches these impostors've been doing under our name! We take the lumps, and roll with the punches, but those two posers could've lost to the Williams Sisters for chrissakes, and we wouldn't've known about it!

Pussy Willow: If you mean the Williamses tag-team... yeah.

Scanlon: SEE?!

Pussy Willow: Why would someone DO that?

Scanlon: We don't know. We're gonna find out. But you know what? I understand it. We're like a LaCoste alligator chasing an opposum- we're freakin' awesome!

So, I don't blame 'em. Hangman don't blame 'em. Know who I blame?

Pussy Willow: ...who?

Scanlon: YOU! Dammit, don't you people know the real deal from the phoney baloney? You've got the moon on a string with the Aristocrats, and you let two wannabes come in and "lose" for us? What kinda promotion're you RUNNING, anyway?

Never mind! I wouldn't believe whatever you said, anyway!

They storm off, leaving devastation, confusion and general wtfery in their wake....




Coming back from a promo package to hype next month's NWA Parade of Champions Pay Per View, being hosted by WCCW, we see the ICW Heavyweight Champion & 1/2 of the NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions "The HarKore God" Weapon-X walking into the vip box at the Royal Albert hall. One of SCW's backstage reporters Ms. Rocky Mountain is following close behind him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mr. X can I please have a few words with you?

X, after what happened earlier in the night, doesn't appear to want to talk but the fans start to cheer for him so he reluctantly nods his head to her request.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: On April 20th you had a interview with ICW's Sasha Long in where you spoke about many things but the one that is important with the next match coming up is that you spoke of Rick Ulfric & Kurt Chavez, who were both ahead of you in the NWA World Heavyweight Championship title rankings at 2nd & 1st respectively, stating that since they did not accept your challenges earlier in the month that you are now the most deserving of the NWA Parade of Champions PPV Main Event slot vs. the winner of this upcoming match. And that IF you were denied & had to wait another month until ICW get's their shot in June that the world would see a different Weapon-X. Have you recieved word about the prospects for next months Pay Per View?

Weapon-X: April 29th is when the card is supposed to be released. It hasn't been yet which could mean many things. And with the new head of the rankings Rick Ulfric is gone as I'm not officially the 2nd ranked superstar in the entire NWA. And with Kurt Chavez's medical condition there is no other valid challenger other then me. I am here tonight because I respect Spike Staggs but I am hoping that the legendary Jack Kraven has one more successful title defense in him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Why do you respect SCW's Spike Staggs?

Weapon-X: Because he didn't have to accept the rankings challenge earlier in the month by PRA's Angel. Some people would say "who cares if I lose the rankings challenge when in two weeks I'll be champion" but Spike had the balls, risking injury, to travel from the European tour to Puerto Rico for that match. And he won to keep his spot as now with the changes in April's rankings he's now ranked 8th. The guy has allot of heart, determination & drive to win not just for himself but to represent SCW. I just would rather him not win so that I can have my shot at the legend, to be the one to dethrone him to cement my legacy from the naysayers that claim I've only been great in smaller league promotions.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But then what is the difference as to win the top title in ALL of professional wrestling, more important then your ICW Heavyweight Championship, our SCW Heavyweight Championship as any regional championship the NWA World Heavyweight Championship title what does it matter on who you defeated for it?

Weapon-X: In the major leagues Spike Staggs is unknown. His only World title win was in a promotion ran by his uncle & he has no SCW regional title reigns to his credit. He's a great guy but he's not ready yet for the major leagues full time. If he were to get a win & then next month I win the critics as well as many in the back would say the only reason I won is because I beat someone who got a "fluke" win over a legend. Not saying that'd be the truth but that's what would be said. I defeat Jack Kraven & then go on to my home region for the second time for my first title defense, probably against Corporate Raven, to have my rubber match with him go down with me winning it will seal the deal on the complete load of bullshit I've had to deal with in the over 5 years in the WWA & now since November here. I want Jack & I know that Jack hasn't commented on me yet, only his bodyguard Kai Kennedy has briefly, which is fine a smart champion wouldn't be focusing on his next opponent til he has this one defeated. But after that final bell Jack you don't have a match in BACW to focus on then it'll be all me, all the time. Justice Will Be Served as your time has passed Jack I will deliver the End Point to your title reign!

Half of the crowd cheer's for X while the other half cheers for the home region superstar Spike as Weapon-X waves away Ms. Rocky Mountain wanting to get ready to watch what should be a great match up.




A bar is seen, with DJ equipment set up on the stage area, and people all around. On TV screens all around, SCW London Brawling is being shown. The camera moves to the bar, right in front of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, standing with a beer in his hand, staring up at himself on the screen

HS: That is one handsome bastard I tell you. Hello SCW, this is your boss, taking a quick beer break while Kain runs all around London looking for me.

Hot Stuff raises the beer to him lips and takes a drink. He looks up at the screen to see Kain standing behind him

HS: What the fuck are you? A tracker dog?

Hot Stuff turns around and Kain smiles an evil glare at him. Kain pushes Hot Stuff's hand up, sending the beer flying in to Hot Stuffs face.

HS: That's stuff's expensive.

Kain: Like I give a damn

As Hot Stuff wipes his eyes, Kain drills him with a hard shot to the head, sending him backwards and crashing in to the bar. People scatter out of the way as Kain steps back, Kain runs at Hot Stuff, leaping on a bar stool, landing feet first and jumping with a flying kick to towards Hot Stuff's head, but Hot Stuff ducks and Kain lands on the bar. As Hot Stuff turns around, Kain kicks him with a straight kick to the face, sending the SCW owner backwards. Kain flies off the bar, landing on Hot Stuff, elbow first. Hot Stuff crumbles under the weight of Kain and Kain plants solid straight elbows on to Hot Stuff's head. Kain stands up and looks around, grabbing a beer bottle off of a nearby table and waits. As Hot Stuff gets to his feet, Kain slams the bottle down on his head, causing glass to shatter and fly everywhere. Kain leans over him

Kain: You're getting what you deserve you son of a bitch

Hot Stuff turns to crawl away but Kain picks him up and throws him on a table, near a tall window. Kain climbs on the table and pulls Hot Stuff to his feet. He grabs Hot Stuff by the back and throws him towards the window, but Hot Stuff bounces back and clotheslines Kain off the table

HS: They're plastic you idiot, to stop people breaking them.

Hot Stuff slaps Kain around the head and picks him up, throwing him across the bar and running him along in, knocking glasses flying as his head and arms hit them, all the way to a tall solid column. He slams Kain face first in to it and pulls him off the bar. Hot Stuff touches his head and a small trickle of blood runs down his face from the earlier bottle shot. Hot Stuff grabs a glass and throws it at Kain's head, shattering it on the back of his head. The camera moves in closely to see glass hanging from the back of Kain's head. Hot Stuff picks Kain to his feet and walks him towards the stage area where the DJ equiptment is set up. Hot Stuff grabs a microphone and slams in on Kain's head. Kain stumbles away but turns and charges at Hot Stuff, spearing him through the DJ decks. Kain looks around and grabs a speaker from it's stand and waits for Hot Stuff to get to his feet, and as he does, Kain nails him on the head with it! A huge spark and a puff of smoke explode as Kain goes for the cover

1...
2..

Hot Stuff kicks out. Kain stares at the referee

Kain: Slow count!

The referee shakes his head and Kain pulls Hot Stuff to his feet but Hot Stuff grabs a wire from the now destroyed DJ decks and slams it against Kain's neck, sending a jolt of electricity through Kain's body! Kain shakes on the stage and Hot Stuff crawls off the stage. He pulls himself up against a jukebox. Kain jumps off the stage but Hot Stuff kicks him with a low blow

HS: Knacker cracker bitch!

Kain holds his hands over the effected area, but Hot Stuff grabs his head and throws him face first through a jukebox, causing an explosion. Hot Stuff stumbles away, towards the door of the pub and leans against the wall, breathing hard. He walks towards the car, reaching in to his pocket for keys, padding himself down.

HS: Balls.

Hot Stuff turns to walk back in the bar but Kain flies through the door and knocks Hot Stuff backwards, crashing him against his own car. Kain grabs hold of Hot Stuff's head and slams it hard against the side window, cracking it on impact. Hot Stuff stumbles away, across a road, cars screech as they slam on their brakes. Kain slides across the front of a car, landing behind Hot Stuff and throwing in through a fence on to a building site. A scaffold stands in front of the duo and Kain slams Hot Stuff's head in to a pole. Hot Stuff stumbles away and in to a ladder. Kain grabs hold of the bosses head, but Hot Stuff flips it around and smashes Kain in the head with the ladder. The King Of Kings hits the floor and Hot Stuff starts to climb the ladder, but Kain follows him. As they both get on the first storey of the scaffording, Kain hits Hot Stuff with a kick to the head out of nowhere. Hot Stuff turns around, moving closer to the edge. Kain moves towards him, but Hot Stuff spins around the scaffold pole and kicks Kain off the scaffolding, sending him flying in to a dumpster below.

HS: And people said going to strip clubs and watching women spin on poles would have no advantage to me

Hot Stuff looks down at Kain, laying in the dumpster and stands at the edge. Hot Stuff flies off the scaffolding and in to the dumpster below with an elbow drop! After a few seconds, Hot Stuff puts his hand over the dumpster and pulls himself up, flipping himself over and to the floor. Hot Stuff stumbles away, blood dripping from his head and stumbles to where a group of three late teenagers with bicycles are standing. Hot Stuff pushes one out of the way and jumps on the bike, slowly moving away. The camera switches back to an also bloodied Kain crawling out of the dumpster and heading towards the three late teens...

Simone: These two are trying to kill each other

Adams: This is the most brutal thing to happen in London since Jack The Ripper




Justin Decent:The following contest was earlier determined as per Roulette Rules to be an Ambulance Match, and is for the NWA World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing the challenger, hailing from St Louis, Missouri. Standing at 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is… SPIKE STAGGS!!!

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Ready or Not (I’m Coming)" By Oomph! plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes as he waits for his opponent

Justin Decent:Introducing next, hailing from Detroit, Michigan. Standing at 6 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 265 pounds, he is your NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… JACK KRAVEN!!!

"Down" by 311's opening riff hits the speakers, provoking a resounding chorus of boos to echo throughout the auditorium. Jack Kraven pushes his way through the curtains and proudly sports the NWA World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulders. He pauses at the head of the ramp as blue and white pyros go off with a loud boom. Kraven waits for a moment before proceeding. He holds the belt up high as he taunts the audience members on his way down to the ring. As he arrives there, he walks up the ring steps and waves the belt around in the air before getting into the ring. Spike walks back and forth, holding back to the best of his abilities as Kraven ascends the first turnbuckle, hoisting the belt high in the air. He comes down, and then goes to the next furthest one, doing the same. He comes down, and locks eyes with Spike Staggs as his music fades out.

JACK KRAVEN Vs SPIKE STAGGS
NWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AMBULANCE MATCH

DING! DING! DING!

Jack Kraven hands the belt begrudgingly to Justin Decent while never breaking the intense stare with Spike Staggs. Both men talk trash as they walk toward the center of the ring. They are both tensed up and ready to fight, but in a show of dominance, they get nose to nose, sputtering in each other’s faces. Jack tilts his head back and spits in Spike’s eye. With the distraction, Jack rams his fist into Spike’s head three consecutive times, sending Spike reeling back into the ropes. As he rebounds, Kraven picks him up for a Scoop Slam, sending him crashing against the mat.

Adams: The champ starting things off with a bang, but Spike Staggs is not going to give up this fight.

Simone: If he did, he wouldn’t be up for this title shot. Oh, that had to hurt!

As Kraven leans down to pick Spike up, he rolls back with a kick to Kraven’s head. As he stumbles back, Spike shuffles back to his feet. He bounces off of the ropes and goes right for Kraven, but Kraven picks Spike up and puts him right back flat on the mat with a Spinebuster that shakes the ring. The crowd gasps and boos as Kraven looks around with an arrogant expression on his face. He reaches down and slowly picks Spike back up. He hooks his arm around Spike’s neck and then crashes to the ground with a DDT. Spike rolls around holding his head.

Simone: Kraven is really taking it to Staggs, and it looks like Staggs is really struggling to mount an offense.

Adams: Well he’d better start before the champ makes this his easiest defense ever. Look at him picking Spike apart in there.

He picks Spike up once more and wraps his arm behind Spike to set up for a bulldog. As he does, Spike powers out and sends Kraven flying into the ropes. Spike bounces off of the other side and leaps up for what initially looks like a hurricanrana, but he turns it into a dropkick that sends Kraven back to the ropes. As he stumbles forward, Spike goes for a low shoulder block to Kraven’s knee, taking him down to the knees. Spike grits his teeth and connects with a headbutt. He grabs onto Kraven’s head and goes for a bare knuckle punch, but Kraven surprises him, taking him down with a Fireman’s Carry. The champ lays in a couple of kicks for good measure before going for the nearest corner. He climbs up to the second rope and prepares for a leg drop, but Spike quickly rises up and rips Kraven from the top rope. He spins around and drops him with a Spinebuster, following it up with a leg drop of his own.

Simone: Quick thinking by Spike Staggs there. That’s just the right mindset for a possible new World Heavyweight Champion.

Adams: Bollocks. Spike’s gotta do a lot more than just find lucky openings to play in the big leagues. He’s gotta step it up and live up to the hype he gives himself. It’s time to prove it.

”NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!”

Spike gets up and rallies the crowd’s support. They continue to chant as Spike pumps his arm. Once he has circled around the ring, he stalks Kraven who is slowly getting up. He measures him up and charges at Kraven with a Shining Wizard, only for Jack to duck it. As Spike rebounds, Kraven spins him around and kicks him in the gut. He wraps his arm around Spike’s neck and hits a snap suplex to the mat. Instinctively he starts to go for a cover, but stops himself.

Simone: There are no pinfalls or submissions in this match. The only way to win is to drag your opponent up the ramp, and throw him into the back of the ambulance and shut the door.

As if he hears Belinda, Jack picks Spike up by the tights and starts to drag him toward the ropes. Spike trips him up and sets his head onto the second rope. He ascends the corner and comes crashing down with a Guillotine leg drop. Kraven rolls around grabbing onto his neck as the fans go crazy with cheers. Spike drags him to the center of the ring and then dashes over to the ropes. He leaps up and goes for a Moonsault, but Kraven moves out of the way. Spike lands on his feet, stumbling back a few steps. As Kraven gets up, Spike runs forward with a bulldog attempt that Kraven reverses into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. Both men appear to be just a little winded, but neither lets it stop them as they get up to their feet. Kraven tries to tempt Spike forward by waving at him, but Spike mutters under his breath at him instead. They both meet in the middle of the ring in a fierce lock up power struggle.

Adams: The fans seemed to like this one until Kraven got the upper hand. I guess his strategy with the fans is working. Spike’s starting to look weak out there.

Kraven smiles as he lifts a knee into Spike’s gut. Spike rams a fist into Kraven’s side. Kraven hits an uppercut, and Spike leans down for a shoulder strike to Kraven’s gut. As they continue on with their battle, each backing the other one up a few steps, Kraven hits two consecutive solid knees to Spike’s gut, and then he shoves his head between his legs. He lifts Spike up into a Powerbomb. Spike holds on and he powers down with a punch that causes Kraven to stumble back. He goes for another, but Kraven smacks him hard onto the mat, folding him in half. The audience goes silent as Kraven taunts them all. He points down to Spike laying on the mat and he drags him over toward the ropes again. He tries to get Spike outside once more, but Spike grounds his weight. As Kraven lifts him up, Spike trips him up to the outside and the audience cheers.

Simone: The action is spilling to the outside now as Kraven pounds on the concrete! The fans seem to be enjoying his anger.

Adams: And Spike Staggs is as well. He is pumping up the crowd, running around the ring like his idiot brother and… What the…!

After pumping the crowd up, Spike comes flying off of the opposite ropes with a baseball slide to Kraven. He watches as Kraven gets back up, and then he goes flying to the outside with a flying crossbody splash that seems to hurt him more than Kraven. The crowd goes insane as both men roll around on the outside. The referee slides out of the ring with them to check on both men. Spike crawls over a bit to rest against the ring steps. He takes a deep breath as Kraven pulls himself up with the apron. Kraven limps for a second before dashing over and kneeing Spike’s head against the steps. Kraven picks up the top of the ring steps and lays Spike’s head down against it with a sadistic smile on his face. He talks trash as he raises up the ring steps high in the air.

Adams: Bloody hell! He’s going to smash open Spike’s skull right here! There’s no way Spike will walk out the winner of this one.

Simone: There’s no way he will be walking out of here at all, Jason. He will be primed up for the ambulance ride.

As Kraven slams the stairs down, Spike moves out of the way at the last second. He pulls himself up onto the barricade slowly, shaking out the cobwebs in his head. He takes a deep breath and charges forward, just as Kraven is charging with the steps. Spike hits him with a dropkick that sends him stumbling backward, dropping the stairs in the process. Spike charges forward, running up the steps with a flying lariat, but Kraven grabs him in mid flight, and drops him down across the ring steps. Spike crumbles and rolls off of the steps and onto the cold concrete. Kraven isn’t done yet as he picks Spike back up and hits a German Suplex toward the stairs, but Spike rolls out of it, slowly crawling away from Kraven and the ambulance.

Simone: How is Spike still moving? If nothing else, Spike is resilient!

Spike inches his way about ten feet from Kraven when he makes it back to his feet. He limps over near the announcers table before Kraven stops him, running him into the ring post. Spike bounces off and Kraven goes to pound Spike’s head into the corner, but Spike kicks back and returns the favor to Kraven. They battle back and forth as Spike bangs Kraven’s head into the announcers table. Kraven charges him forward with a spear into the ring apron. He hooks his arm around Spike’s neck and lifts him up for a hanging vertical suplex.

Adams: Oh no! We might hafta call for a new table here in a minute! Look out!

As they begin to scramble, Spike swings backward and lands on his feet, perched on the announcers table. Their shuffling can be heard once more as they sigh with relief. Spike leaps forward with a Tornado DDT to Kraven that lands them both on the ground once more, chests heaving against the cold concrete. As Spike rolls over, his head is bleeding right at his hairline. He tries to crawl, but he collapses. As Kraven gets up to one knee, you can see he is also busted open. The blood, while not profuse, streams down their faces as they pull themselves up to continue. Staggs crawls over to Kraven and lays in a forearm club to his back. He goes for another, but Kraven slips away and underneath the ring. As Spike lifts up the curtain, Kraven’s boot crashes into his face. As Spike stumbles backward, a table comes sliding out from under the ring. Jack cracks Spike over the head a few times before he leans down to set the table up.

Adams: Looks like we’re still gonna see a table victimized tonight. At least our table is okay. Hot Stuff did enough damage around London, and these announce tables ain’t cheap!

Simone: If I were Kraven, I wouldn’t have done that. Spike was quite fond of tables back in the day. This one just might backfire on the champ, and cost him his championship.

Kraven picks Spike up in a Float-Over Suplex, bringing him back, but Spike flips off, steadying himself on the table. He goes for a kick, but Kraven turns around and grabs his foot. He shoves Spike back, and Spike jumps over to the ring apron. Kraven jumps up and the two trade punches, each trying to avoid taking the plunge. Kraven rakes the eyes, and Spike stumbles up a bit. Spike charges forward blindly, bashing Kraven into the ring post. Kraven hold his back and Spike wraps his hands around Kraven’s neck. He growls outloud as he lifts him up for…

Simone: SPIKEY PLUMMET! Through the table!

Adams: This one’s over. Spike is bringing the NWA World Heavyweight Championship home to SCW tonight!

Spike holds Kraven up in the air, ready to drop him when wiggles his way free. He boots Spike in the gut and then snapmare’s Spike over and onto the table. He leaps down and lays in several punches to Spike’s face, laying in a few clubbed forearms for good measure. He jumps onto the apron and eyes Spike laying there motionless. He climbs up to the top rope, and he hesitates there for a moment. He looks down to Spike once more and then to the rafters, as if saying his prayers. He stands up tall as the audience boos and he smirks as he leaps off with a legdrop, crashing down on Spike and through the table. Both men lay there motionless as the crowd goes into a frenzy.

Simone: Both men are down, and this should be over. Unfortunately, both men are far away from the ambulance.

Adams: It doesn’t matter. This match has just been taken to an all-new level! That was a first for Jack Kraven right there.

Jack rolls off of Spike, and he drags his limp body about ten feet closer to the ambulance. He gets tired of dragging him, and he picks Spike up, stumbling around a little bit. Spike flails faintly for a short moment before giving up. Jack carries Spike closer to the ambulance, Spike surprises everyone by kicking forward, and bringing Kraven down against the ramp with a bulldog. Spike gets up to his knees and crawls a few feet back. He stumbles to his feet and holds his arm in the air as the fans cheer. He holds onto his ribs for a moment. As Kraven rolls over, Spike runs to the barricade and leaps up onto it. As he does so, he flips back with a Moonsault that connects and the fans cheer even louder. He rolls back and grabs onto Kraven’s arm. He drags him back toward the ambulance, grunting as he does so. Once he is back to it, he unlatches the door and the lights begin flashing as the engine starts up. He lifts Kraven from the ground and goes to toss him in when Kraven presses his foot firmly against the back. He elbows Spike and then slams the door against him. He tosses Spike inside and shoves the door, turning around to celebrate. The fans send off a chorus of booing as the referee starts to inform Kraven. Kraven raises his arm in victory when the referee suddenly moves out of the way. As he does, the camera gets a close up on Spike’s hand holding the door open just about a foot. After a moment when Kraven turns around to find out about the cheering, the door flies over and the stretcher comes crashing into his midsection.

Adams: I thought Spike was out right there, but the match continues! There’s still a chance and Kraven looks pissed!

As Kraven lays on the stretcher, Spike goes to pummel him, but Kraven flips him over. As Spike goes down, Kraven gets off of the stretcher and slams it down on top of Spike. He picks it back up and repeats this motion once more, harder this time. He picks Spike up and slams his head into the barricade and then into the back of the ambulance. As Spike’s head bounces off, Kraven hooks him into the Jack Attack, a full nelson, which he lifts Spike off the ground into a slam. The audience boos as he tosses Spike into the back of the ambulance. He slams the door shut, and bumps into it to be sure. The referee calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: Your winner and STILL NWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… JACK KRAVEN!!!

Simone: And the champion retains his belt, keeping his legendary reign intact. But let it be known that it wasn’t from a lack of trying by the challenger here tonight.

Adams: But the champion can now say he’s beaten one of the best since he’s defeated one of Sin City Wrestling’s finest in Spike Staggs.

”Down” by 311 lays over the speakers. The referee hands Kraven his championship belt, and he holds it high in the air for all to see. As they boo, he waves them off while rubbing it in their faces. He points to the belt, then to his face. He knocks on the back of the ambulance and the ambulance drives off. Shortly after, Kraven makes his retreat to the back.




The lights cut off around the arena, the sound of some of the fans cheering the darkness can be heard amongst the flashing lights of cameras illuminating the ring, suddenly a young child’s speaks over the speaks as the crowd dies down to listen.

Child’s Voice:


Do I wander through life aimlessly?
Wild, reckless, inconsiderate
Unmindful of the consequences of my behaviour

Images begin to flicker of the dark nights sky with dark clouds hovering over the full moon, gravestones of all shapes and sizes are shown before it shows the young child standing in an old abandoned warehouse, the child is shown playing games on his own before standing with the head tilted to one side.

Child’s Voice:
Do I run wild in a savage stupor?
Pugnacious, belligerent, impolite
Unconscious of the altitude of my ignorance
Unaware of the latitude of my negligence
Carefree

The child is shown standing in the corner, then rocking back and forth on the floor, the child then stands holding what looks like a rag in their right hand as it shows the SCW symbol. Footage of past Climax Controls is seen with the likes of Matthew Kennedy, Bo Dreamwolf, Misty and Casey Williams featured. It then cuts to images of an empty arena with the SCW ring the only thing lit.

Child’s Voice:

Leaving a trail of scarcity
Along a path of regret
Leaving years of psychological scars
In the repressed minds of distressed adults
In the misguided souls of troubled youths

The light that illuminates the SCW ring cuts, it goes back to the live feed of the jam packed arena, fans wooing and enjoying the confusing pandemonium of what they’re listening too, to what relevance it is to the show leaves many bemused before a huge bang is heard. Scaring some of the fans nearby the noise, cameras swing around to see at the back of the arena a huge fire erupted in the shape of words.

I’M RETURNING

The crowd cheer as the houselights are put on, workers of SCW and arena staff rush past the fans on the back row and begin to put the words out with fire extinguishers before the fire alarm causes them to evacuate the building.




Tall buildings are seen to the side of a train station, the name "Canary Wharf Station" lit up above escalators moving in different directions. The screech of tires are heard and the blooded face, of SCW boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen as he jumps off his bike next to an office block. Another sound of bicycle stops behind him, shortly followed by a third. Hot Stuff turns around to see Kain and the referee right behind him.

Kain: When will you learn, you can't escape me?

HS: I never was one to sit and listen to people Kain

Kain: No more bullshit Mark, time to end this

HS: The final battle, eh Kain?

Kain nods

HS: Time to set you free Alex

With that, Hot Stuff dives at Kain, forcing him back against a wall overlooking a river. Hot Stuff piles his fists in to the head of Kain, but Kain quickly spins Hot Stuff around and starts to pile huge punches on to Hot Stuff's head. People stop and stare as Hot Stuff kicks Kain off his, sending him in to the middle off a road. A black taxi screaches to a stop and Hot Stuff dives slides across the front, dropkicking Kain in the chest and sending him flying against a tall glass window of an office block. Hot Stuff runs at Kain but Kain sidesteps and Hot Stuff flies in to the window and bounces off. Kain grabs his head and throws him in to a revolving door. Kain kicks the door with force, slamming it in to the back of Hot Stuff's head, sending him flying in to a lobby. Kain strolls in the door and a security guard puts his hand on Kain's shoulder as he walks past but Kain takes him by the wrist and throws him back over his desk. Hot Stuff moves towards an elevator and crawls in, reaching up and hitting the button for the first floor. As the doors around about to close, Kain quickly jumps in. Loud thumps are heard.

HS: Son of a... ow!

Hot Stuff's yell coinsides with a huge crash coming from the elevator. The door pings open on the first floor and Hot Stuff stumbles out of the elevator first, holding his face. Kain follows him out, in to an office area, a long row of desks with computers are seen as well as telephones, computer desk chairs and other various office supplies. Hot Stuff places his palms on a desk but Kain moves off behind him and grabs him, rolling him along the desk. Hot Stuff knocks various equiptment away, but grabs a stapler. He turns and throws it at Kain's head, catching him in the eye. Kain falls backwards holding his face and Hot Stuff rolls off the desk. Hot Stuff picks up a computer screen and throws it towards Kain but Kain swerves it and it crashes in to the corner of a window, cracking it. Kain viciously clotheslines Hot Stuff, and leans over him, dropping a left hand to the side of his face and pulls him by the hair to a water cooler.

Kain: Feeling thirsty are ya "boss"?

Kain says with a sarcastic tone as he holds Hot Stuff's head under the cooler and pushes the tap down. The water pours in to Hot Stuff's mouth. He coughs and splutters as Kain pulls him away, but Hot Stuff spits a mouthful of water in Kain's face, Kain shrugs it off

Kain: It's water you idiot!

Kain plants a huge right hand on to Hot Stuff's jaw and throws him towards the window that was already crack, forcing more cracks to appear on the window. Kain charges at Hot Stuff, sandwiching Hot Stuff's body between himself and the glass, causing a spiderweb effect on the thick glass. Kain charges again, but Hot Stuff raises a foot, nailing Kain in the face with it and sending The King Of Kings backwards. Hot Stuff runs forward, grabbing Kain's head and slamming it on to the nearest desk. Hot Stuff picks up a computer monitor and slams it screen first on to Kain's head. The glass shatters as Kain slumps in to a chair. Hot Stuff looks Kain in the eye and smiles

HS: It ends here Kain

Hot Stuff pushes the chair backwards towards the shattered glass window, forcing the window to break on impact! Kain grabs hold of Hot Stuff's shirt and both men fly out of the window and falling twenty feet to the street below. The gasps and screams of people below are heard as the referee changes down stairs and out the revolving door to see Hot Stuff and Kain motionless laying on a broken awning, presumably broken as it broke the fall of both men, on the sidewalk. The referee yells for help but Hot Stuff's arm flops up and rests upon Kain's chest. The referee sees the arm and drops down for the count

1...
2...
3!

Adams: Get some help to them! Now!

Simone: Hot Stuff Mark Ward has defeated Kain, but both men look like losers.

A crowd of people gather round, leaning over the two, both men bloodied, neither moving

Simone: That was wild, both men put their heart, soul and body on the line to end this rivalry.

Adams: I hope they're both ok, that was a nasty fall

Simone: We'll try and get an update later in the show, but that does not look good




Justin Decent: The following contest is tonight’s main event and is for the SCW Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at three hundred pounds, he is the Sin of Wrath, he is…

RAGE!!!

The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. The crowd cheers him on, as he heads to the ring with a very focused, yet evil look on his face, showing ill intentions towards his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, CA. He is the current SCW Heavyweight Champion, he is…

NICK JONES!!!

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, as he watches her from behind, before he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring and then takes a seat onto the middle rope for a moment, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there for a moment, just looking around the arena. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. He swings his other leg into the ring and then walks over to his corner, where Diana sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back as Diana rubs his shoulders, as Nick stands there and waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.

NICK JONES Vs RAGE
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Rage and Jones go to lock up but Jones instead kicks Rage in the leg to make him stumble back. Jones quickly follows up with a right hand to Rage’s jaw and another kick to the leg. Rage stumbles back against the ropes. Jones continues to hit Rage with alternating punches and kicks until Rage finds himself in the corner.

Simone: Nick Jones is using his experience to gain an early advantage.

Nick Jones Irish whips Rage across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle. He then runs across the ring and goes airborne with a splash. Rage anticipates the move and catches the champion in a bear hug. Jones attempts to get out of the hold by hitting Rage repeated with right hands. After the fourth fist, Rage drops Jones who immediately goes back on the offensive with a kick to Rage’s leg. Jones whips Rage into the ropes and attempts to hit Rage with a shoulder block. Rage shakes it off and grabs Jones around the neck.

Simone: Looks like the momentum is about to shift.

Nick Jones kicks Rage in the gut causing him to release his grasp and double over.

Adams: Looks like you spoke too soon.

Jones hits Rage with a forearm across the back before hitting him with a vertical suplex. Jones quickly makes the cover.

1… Rage kicks out!

Jones pulls Rage back to his feet. Rage shows his gratitude by punching Jones in the stomach. Jones stumbles back a step giving Rage enough space to get a running start, connecting with a spear.

Adams: It’s about time Rage did something to show he deserves to be in the main event.

Simone: Rage defeated some of the best SCW has to offer to earn his spot.

Adams: Like who? Tom Dudely? That guy had no right being in the tournament anyway.

Simone: Well, he obviously has friends in high places.

Rage is back to his feet while Jones is only to his knees. Rage approaches Jones who attempts to fight off the larger man with punches to the mid-section. As Jones reaches his feet, Rage hits him with a powerful right hand to the head that sends him flying into the corner. Rage wraps him hand around Jones’ throat, choking him as referee Jasmine St. John starts counting.

1…
2…
3…
4… Rage releases the choke.

Simone: If Rage doesn’t watch his temper, he’s going to get himself disqualified.

Nick Jones stumbles along the ropes until he’s in another corner. Rage follows him to the corner and meets him with a right hand. Rage whips Jones across the ring into the opposite corner. Rage runs across the ring and smashes Jones in the corner. Rage makes a circle around the ring, feeding off of the crowd’s energy, before running at Jones with another splash. This time, Nick Jones is ready, meeting Rage with an elbow to the jaw. Rage stumbles back a couple of steps giving Jones enough space to hit him with a dropkick. Rage falls to the mat and rolls out to the floor near Big B. Jones grabs Jasmine St. John and starts complaining about something.

Adams: Time for Big B to help the boss.

Big B gives Rage a wide berth. Jones realizes that Big B isn’t attacking Rage and runs past Jasmine, hitting Rage with a baseball slide that sends him reeling into the barricade. Nick Jones starts yelling as Big B who just shakes his head.

Adams: What is Big B doing?

Simone: He doesn’t want to attack Rage. I think this may have something to do with Despayre.

Adams: He’s going to regret not listening to the boss.

A frustrated Nick Jones mounts a prone Rage on the floor and starts nailing him with fierce right hands. Jasmine St. John yells at Jones to get back into the ring. Jones gets to his feet and hops onto the ring apron and starts exchanging words with Jasmine. While he’s distracted, Rage gets back to his feet. He grabs Jones by the ankle and pulls him back down to the floor. A surprised Jones is then dropped with a strong right hand. Nick Jones quickly scrambles back to his feet only to be dropped with another right hand. Rage pulls Jones back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Rage follows close behind. Rage stalks Nick Jones as he slowly gets back to his feet. Once he’s vertical, Rage grabs Jones around the neck and lifts him into the air. The air rushes out of Jones’ lungs as he gets slammed down to the mat with a chokeslam. Rage lets out a victorious yell as he makes the cover.

1…
2…
3… NO! JONES KICKS OUT!

Simone: Jones kicks out just before referee St. John’s hand hit the mat.

Adams: I’m glad. The last thing we need is a hothead like Rage representing the company.

Rage is as surprised as anyone that Nick Jones kicked out. He slowly pulls himself to his feet. Rage runs his hand across his head before pulling Jones back to his feet. Rage wraps his hand around Jones’ neck again. This time, Nick Jones lifts his foot into the mid-section of Rage. Rage doesn’t release Jones, so Nick Jones kicks Rage again. This time, Rage releases Jones. Jones runs across the ring and comes off of the ropes with a flying shoulder block that knocks Rage back a couple of steps. Jones repeats the process, coming off of the ropes again, but this time with a crossbody. Rage catches Jones and slams him down to the mat.

Simone: Anytime Nick Jones starts to get momentum, Rage seems to find a way to stop it.

Rage pulls Jones up into a sitting position and locks in a chin lock. Rage torques Nick Jones’ neck but Jones’ fights through the pain and slowly gets back to his feet. Once he’s vertical, Jones sends an elbow into Rage’s gut causing Rage to loosen the hold. Jones repeats the elbow to the mid-section again two more times until Rage releases the hold completely. Nick Jones hits Rage with another elbow, this time to the jaw that sends Rages stumbling back.

Simone: Will Nick Jones finally get some momentum going?

Nick Jones comes off of the ropes at Rage with a spinning heel kick. Rage catches him in the air and tosses him over the top rope to the floor.

Adams: Nope.

Rage climbs out of the ring as Jasmine St. John starts counting. ONE! Rage pulls Jones to his feet and slams his head into the barricade, much to the crowd’s delight. TWO! Jones stumbles away along ringside, trying to get away from Rage. THREE! Rage grabs Nick Jones by the shoulder and spins him around to face him. Jones surprises Rage with a boot to the gut. FOUR! Rage doubles over and Jones whips him, shoulder first, into the ring post. Rage immediately grabs his shoulder as she bounces off of the steel. FIVE! Jones immediately goes on the offensive by slamming Rage’s head onto the ring apron. SIX! Rage spins away from the ring into a drop toe hold from Jones that sends him face-first to the floor. SEVEN! Jones slaps the back of Rage’s head.

Adams: There’s the cocky S.O.B that we all love.

Simone: Love is a strong word. I think put up with is more like it.

Adams: Potatoes, tomatoes.

EIGHT! Nick Jones pulls Rage back to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Jones climbs in after him. Both men get to their feet. Nick Jones punches Rage with right hand after right hand to the jaw. Rage stumbles backwards until he is against the ropes. Jones’ next punch is blocked and Rage delivers a heavy right hand of his own to Jones’ head. Jones stumbles back across the ring. Jones goes in a circle and comes face to face with Rage who uses his power to hoist Jones into the air, pressing his body over his head. Rage holds Jones there for a moment before tossing him into the air and letting him fall to the mat. Rage pulls Nick Jones back to his feet and tosses him into the corner. Rage then goes to the opposite corner and sizes Jones up. Rage gets a running start and goes airborne, smashing Jones in the corner. Jones stumbles out of the corner. Rage scoops Jones into a tombstone position.

Simone: Rage is looking to end the match here.

Rage drops to his knees, driving Jones’ head into the mat with his finisher, The Death Drop. Rage pumps his fists in celebration before making the cover. Jasmine St. John makes the count.

1…
2…
2 and 99/100! Nick Jones kicks out!

Simone: JONES KICKED OUT! It doesn’t get any closer than that.

Rage is furious. He gets to his feet and gets in Jasmine’s face. His face turns red as he yells at her and claps his hands, arguing that that was a three count. Jasmine takes a step back at first, but holds her ground. She shakes her head, telling Rage that Jones kicked out. After a few moments of arguing with her, Rage gives up and turns his attention back to his opponent. Jones is back to his feet and ready for Rage. Jones sends a boot into Rage’s mid-section causing him to double over. Without wasting any time, Jones grabs Rage around the head and swings him around with a spinning fisherman’s neckbreaker.

Simone: Best of All out of nowhere! This one could be over.

Jones makes a quick cover. Jasmine slides into position.

1…
2…
3!!!

Justin: The winner of the match… and STILL SCW Heavyweight Champion… NICK JONES!!!

The referee hands Nick the heavyweight title

Simone: Nick Jones has defeated ANOTHER SCW star

Adams: It doesn't look like anyone can end his reign as champion here. Someone needs to step up and soon before Nick's giant ego swollows SCW alive

Simone: That's all we've got time for tonight here in London. We've seen titles change hands, returns to SCW and new faces, but it's time to wrap this up and start to head stateside again. Thank you all for joining us tonight at London's Brawling and thank you for joining us on our tour, we'll see you back in America next Sunday.

Adams: Thanks for having us Europe.

Simone: Good night everybody!




THANK YOU! Bigger thank yous to Chris, Mark, Erik, Aleksei, Tom, Mete, Marcus, Craig, Returning mystery man, Blaque Hart, Casey, Vixen, The Harkore Warriors and to everyone who roleplayed for this show, making it one of our best shows ever.