The crowd is alive with energy on Turtle Rock Beach in Trinidad. The camera scans around the capacity crowd along the beach, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him. The sexy ring announcer is wearing a white muscle shirt that shows off his tanned and toned upper body, and matching tight booty shorts that ... shows off everything else.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the beach, at all of the fans filling the sand and surf. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to beautiful Turtle Rock Beach right here in beautiful Trinidad, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling's third annual "High Stakes III"! Supercard!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers and applauds as a spotlight shines center stage, and there stands Amanda in a floral print sun dress, a large sun bonnet and huge shades over her eyes. With a microphone in hand, the song begins.
Amanda: I don't care about your karma
I won't swim in your jacuzzi
I may as well be hyper as long as I'm still around
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
When are you cosmic cowboys
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I can't stand the smell of incense
I hate anything organic
Now's the time to go for all the gusto you can grab
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
When are you cosmic cowboys
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I don't want no part of that vegetarian scene
I don't need a course in self-awareness
So don't ask me what I'm into
I won't tell you where my head's at
And I'm in no hurry to be casual
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I don't care about what's hip
No space cadet's gonna tell me what to do
You can't make me settle down
I'd rather kick and jump and bite and scratch
And scream until I'm blue
'Cause I'll have lots of time to be laid back
When I'm six feet underground
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
Gonna get it through your heads?
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I don't really like to jog
No Joni Mitchell 8-tracks in my car, ooh
Even health food makes me sick
You won't catch me sipping Perrier
Down in some sushi bar, I tell you
You'll have plenty of time to be low-key
When you're laid out on the slab
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
Gonna get it through your heads?
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I won't buy me a pair of designer jeans
No redwood hot tub to my name
I got all that I want and if it's all the same to you
To find out who I am
And I'd rather have a, a Big Mac or a Jumbo Jack
Than all the bean sprouts in Japan
I don't need to prove I'm cool
I'll break your arm if you ask me what's my sign
I don't need to see no shrink
Psychosis may be in this year
But I'm really not that kind
In fact, I think, I'll wait
Until I'm pushing up the daisies
Like wow, man, can you relate?
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
I'll be mellow when I'm dead
The crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda prances back and forth across the stage, blowing kisses before vanishing back behind the curtains and backstage.
Simone: Hello and welcome to High Stakes III, live from Trinidad as we stop off on the last leg of our tour. I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm watching The Big Bang Theory, do you think there's people like Sheldon out there?
Simone: Ahem...
Adams: Oh yeah, I'm also Jason Adams.
Simone: Ten matches coming your way today and we start with a title on the line of sorts. Odette Ryder leaving the company, left Misty partnerless with both bombshell tag titles. Well tonight, the other half of the Bombshell title will be going home with one of five bombshells.
Adams: Either Vixen, Joanne Canelli, Lizzie Short, Angela Fallon or Jessie Salco will be crowned as a champion, and Misty's new partner.
Simone: Roulette title on the line as dominant champion, Max Burke takes on a man who nearly defeated him not so long ago, the Fearless One, Steve Ramone!
Adams: Ramone will be trying to avenge his loss and walk out with gold
Simone: Casey Williams and Simon Jones have been involved in a bitter rivalry lately, tonight, they both have tag team partners as they go to war.
Adams: Casey Williams will be teaming with Damien Kingston, and Simon Jones has Ben Jordan returning for one night, to help his friend.
Simone: Hardcore rules for our next match as three ladies who used to be close, now want to rip each others heads off, as Amy Marshall take on Roxanne and Necra Octavian Kane.
Adams: These three will be trying to upstage anyone else on the show and they have every chance to do just that
Simone: Tom Dudely returns to an SCW ring, to take on former friend and rival, the ego of SCW, Nick Jones.
Adams: Tom came to the aid of Pussy Willow, but he may live to regret that.
Simone: Bombshell Roulette title on the line tonight as Nessa Wall, who has dominated opponent after opponent since winning the title, defends against two opponents, The Argentinean Superstar Mercedes Vargas and Traci Patterson
Adams: This could be Nessa's toughest challenge to date
Simone: James Huntington-Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca thought by taking Gabriel out of the equation, would give them a night off, but that wasn't to be, as Gabriel's replacement is Rage! Young Money will be defending the tag team titles against Rage and Despayre.
Adams: I wouldn't wanna be Hawkes or Giani when Rage hits the ring.
Simone: Goth and Kain have took their rivalry to a personal level and tonight, they finally go one on one in a huge grudge match.
Adams: That could get very nasty.
Simone: Roxi Johnson is in the ring tonight facing one of the most unique characters SCW has to offer. The Bombshell title will be on the line as Roxi defends the gold against Gothika!
Adams: Gothika has proved worthy over recent weeks, and she will be looking to take a bit out of her opponent.... in more ways than one.
Simone: That was poor Jason.
Adams: Can't hit a coconut every time.
Simone: Main event time. Two weeks ago, Kevin Carter defeated Goth to write his name in the history of SCW by becoming a two time Heavyweight Champion, but tonight, in a match ordered by Christian Underwood, Drake Green was named number one contender
Adams: There is no love lost there between these two, so lets kick this show off, shall we?
Adams: We're just got joined by a special guest, Belinda! You know what that means?
Simone: Yes, I know what that means. But why don't we let her tell us.
Misty: Well it would appear that we're all a short while away from finding out who my new tag team partner will be.
Adams: Well, that too, but I was more excited about the five hot bombshells that are going to be in the ring...AT ONCE!
Misty: Funny you have one sitting right next to you, yet you don't even care about that?
Adams: You're a bombshell, but you're so...
Misty: Oh look, Justin is about to start the introductions!
Justin: Ladies and gentleman our opening contest for the evening is a special Bombshell Battle Royal and it is for one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Championships!
The guitar intro to ???Love Bites??? by Halestorm begins to blare over the PA system.
Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Marty McFarge and the Skar Brothers. Weighing in at 140lbs, from Watford, England..."The Prodigy" Lizzie Short!
Once the vocals hit Lizzie Short comes out with Marty McFarge and the Skar Bros. by her side. They march their way down to the ring, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. Lizzie enters the ring and stares towards the backstage entrance, waiting for her opponents to enter, while Marty and the Skar Brothers wait on the outside.
Misty: I'm not too sure how I feel about those three being out here.
Adams: What? They're just out here to support Lizzie!
Misty: More like Marty is out here so he can cop a feel of one of the Bombshells. And the Skar Brothers? Really?
Simone: If my memory serves me correctly, Misty, you had a much larger group of guard dogs not that long ago. So you have no room to talk.
Misty: Yes, had. I HAD a group, Belinda. And I regret it to this day. But they are gone now, so there is really no use in bringing them up.
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one.
Justin: Introducing next being accompanied to the ring by her brother Jake. Weighing in at 120lbs...From Miami, Florida...JESSIE SALCO!Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start and slides into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband, then looks over at Lizzie Short, who blows her a seductive kiss from the opposite side of the ring.
Adams: I would really like those two to get a room.
Misty: You and me both, Jason.
Adams: What? You want to watch too? I didn't know you enjoyed that kinda thing!
Misty: Did I just get outwitted by Jason Adams?
Simone: I believe so...
The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, "Run This Town" begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath.
Justin: Introducing next, weighing in at 135lbs...From Jersey Shore, New Jersey...The Jersey Devil Diva...JOANNE CANELLI!
It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.
Misty: Is it just me, or is it getting very crowded on the outside of the ring right now?
Simone: It's not just you. There are way too many people outside the ring.
Referee Drew Patton happens to notice the same thing, as he looks around at the various bodyguards and managers surrounding the ring. He looks to all three Bombshells already in the ring, then points to the backstage, ordering all of their men away from the ringside and to the back. None of them seem too pleased, particularly Lizzie Short and Marty, but ultimately they have no choice but to obey his orders. One by one, Marty, The Skar Brothers, Jake and Joanne's bodyguards head to the back, leaving the outside of the ring clear and free.
Misty: For once Drew has done his job properly.
The ominous opening chords of "Tourniquet" by Evanescence starts to play as the stage is illuminated by purple lighting and a fog rolls in and down the ramp.
Justin: Introducing next weighing in at 135lbs...From parts unknown, making her SCW debut...ANGELA FALLON!
Misty: This woman intrigues me.
After about twenty seconds, the song's tempo becomes more upbeat and Angela Fallon makes her way out from the back to a mixed reaction. Angela seems indifferent to the crowd as she slowly walks down the ramp. Once she reaches the bottom, she turns almost mechanically towards the ring stairs. She climbs the stairs and steps between the ropes. She goes to the nearest corner and waits stares around at the three other women who are staring at her, as they wait for the last woman to enter.
Adams: So many hot redheads in SCW. Why do they do this to me?!
Misty: Right, because Mark and Christian purposely sign new bombshells with red hair just to drive you wild.
Adams: At least someone agrees with me!
Simone: This is going to be a long night.
The throbbing beat of Emphatics "Bounce" 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.
Justin: And the final entrance...Weighing in at 128lbs...From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada...VIXEN!
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.
All five women stand in separate corners around the ring, looking around towards one another. After looking towards one another, all their eyes turn towards Misty sitting at the commentary table, and the Bombshell Tag titles placed directly in front of her.
Misty: That's right ladies, get a good look. One of these belts will be one of yours very soon.
Simone: I'm not sure that is why they are looking at you, Misty.
Adams: I don't think any of these women even wants to team with you!
Misty: Thank you pointing that out, Jason.
Adams: Oh...I thought you already knew.
Drew then calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
All five women take slow steps away from their corners, not doing much of anything off the bat. They all know that a title is on the line, but the woman they will have to team with is sitting no more then ten feet away. The crowd starts cheering them on, hoping to get a start to this match, when Angela Fallon does them all a favor and grabs a hold of Jessie Salco by the hair and tosses her into the corner, then begins delivering a series of kicks to the midsection.
Misty: It's about time. I was afraid we were never going to see this match start.
Simone: Leave it to the most mysterious woman to be the one to get things started. I have to admit, I was surprised when she got added to the match.
Misty: As was I. She's very...interesting.
Adams: And very hot!
Misty: Her looks don't prove her wrestling ability, Jason. Or her worth in holding a title.
As Angela continues her assault on Jessie, Vixen charges at her to help out her NXT stablemate. She pulls Angela away from Jessie then whips here across the ring. Angela rebounds off of the ropes and Vixen attempts a clothesline, but Angela ducks. She goes to rebound against the other set of ropes but Lizzie Short takes her down with a quick drop toe hold, and Angela's throat bounces off the second rope. Lizzie spins around and places her foot on the back of Angela's head, pressing down and choking the mysterious Angela. Joanne is now in the corner, taking over what Angela started as she and Jessie are battling it out.
Simone: Vixen thinking carefully on this one.
Adams: Either that or she is just wasting time.
Vixen doesn't think for long as she pulls Lizzie away from Angela, spinning her around and delivering a standing clothesline. She pulls Lizzie back to her feet quickly, grabbing a hold of the back of her head, and then the back of her jeans. She pulls her towards the opposite side of ropes, then goes to toss her over through the ropes! As soon as Lizzie is through the second rope, Vixen thinks she has eliminated her, but Lizzie saves herself and lands on the ring apron, and the crowd cheers. Lizzie stands on the apron, looking at Vixen with a wicked smile, and she yells towards her.
Misty: Don't do it Vixen. Don't let her outsmart you!
Simone: Too late...
As Vixen spins around, surprised to see Lizzie standing there, Lizzie pulls on the top rope and leaps. She launches herself off the top rope and at Vixen, attempting a springboard missile dropkick, but Vixen moves out of the way quickly, and Lizzie crashes to the mat. Vixen looks down at her with a smile, then pulls her back to her feet, delivering a vicious uppercut, that sends Lizzie crashing right back down to the mat.
Misty: Or not...Smart thinking by Vixen.
Adams: I can't believe the two of you might be teaming together soon! It's just..
Misty: Ironic? I know.
Adams: I was thinking more along the lines of unthinkable.
Meanwhile, Joanne and Jessie have temporarily teamed up as they have Angela pressed firmly against the ropes in an effort to eliminate her, but Angela is fighting with everything she's got as she hangs on to the ropes for dear life. Vixen reaches down and drags Lizzie over to the ropes just by her hair. Lizzie fights, but Vixen is too strong and she pulls her up and against the ropes. She delivers a vicious headbutt, before grabbing a hold of Lizzie and tossing her out of the ring!
Justin: Lizzie Short has been eliminated!
Misty: Thank you Vixen!
Simone: What? I thought you didn't care who won this match?
Misty: I don't, but the thought of Lizzie trying to kiss me is not very appealing.
Adams: Oh please! Everyone knows she has the hots for Jessie!
Lizzie glares up at Vixen, furious at her for being eliminated. Vixen waves down to her then gets back to the match as Lizzie is escorted backstage. Vixen rushes over and quickly grabs Joanne but Joanne's defense kick in and she elbows Vixen in the face, sending the future Mrs. Spike Staggs stumbling back, holding her jaw. She shakes the stars away quickly the charges at Joanne again, but Joanne grabs her by the throat and tosses her across the ring, then starts stalking her. Vixen's distraction gives Angela the advantage she needs, but that doesn't look good for Jessie.
Simone: Jessie's in trouble now. Angela is about to fight back.
Misty: I'll say it again. Angela Fallon intrigues me. Though I'm not sure how I feel about her potentially walking out of this one as the winner.
Adams: You've said that about everyone!
Misty: Well I know nothing about Angela so can you blame me?
Jessie furiously battles away, trying to eliminate Angela. She manages to lift Angela up on to the top rope, but Angela delivers a quick knee to Jessie's head, sending her stumbling back. Angela then proceeds to lay across the top rope, looking at Jessie with an arrogant smile.
Misty: Impressive move. I think I'm starting to like her.
Simone: She's in a dangerous spot, though. All it takes is one person to hit the ropes and she's eliminated from this one.
Misty: Yes, but for whatever reason, she seems to be the only one who really shows any interest in teaming with me. I still can't figure out why.
Jessie glares at Angela, who winks at her then waves as she still lays across the top rope. Vixen and Joanne are taking turns exchanging lefts and rights on the opposite side of the ring, and the look in Vixen's eyes seems to be growing more and more determined and she starts fighting back more, blocking each hit from Joanne.
Misty: Am I the only one who has noticed Vixen is little more...feisty tonight?
Simone: You're quite observant tonight aren't you?
Misty: I have to be. I have to know what I'm in for with whoever wins this one.
Angela gets distracted for just a second as she glances over to Vixen and Joanne fighting just feet away from her. Jessie uses the opportunity to rush at Angela in an attempt to knock her outside the ring, but Angela spots her coming at the last second and she jumps down from the rope, grabbing it in the process and pulling it down just enough to send Jessie flying to the outside and eliminating her!
Justin: Jessie Salco has been eliminated!
Adams: Poor Jessie!
Misty: Well look on the bright side, Jason. At least she and Lizzie can have a wonderful time consoling each other.
Adams: What?! I'll be back later!
Simone: Jason sit down!
Jessie slams her fists against the floor in frustration before Drew Patton helps her up and she heads backstage. Inside the ring, Just as Angela turns around Vixen whips Joanne right at her, and the two Bombshells collide, and crash down to the mat. Vixen quickly jumps up onto a corner turnbuckle, wasting no time to think about her next move as she leaps off the top turnbuckle with an amazing Frog Splash against BOTH women!
Simone: Oh my God! What a Frog Splash from Vixen!
Misty: I think she may have hurt herself in the process there, Belinda. That was impressive, but it could cost her.
Adams: As if you'd care? She's engaged to your former fiancee. You can't stand her.
Misty: Not true. I have a lot of respect for Vixen, Jason. I'm just late in admitting to my past mistakes.
All three women are down and Vixen is definitely feeling the pain of delivering that frog splash. Angela and Joanne slowly begin to move as they try to keep whatever strength they have left in an effort to win this. Joanne crawls towards the ropes, grabbing a hold of the bottom and pulling herself to a seated position. Angela manages to get herself to her knees as she gets her strength back. Vixen does the same, though she is holding her midsection, clearly in a little bit of pain.
Misty: I have to admit, I think I'd be lucky to have any of these women as a tag team partner. They're all putting up a great fight.
Adams: Who are you and what have you done with the real Misty?
Misty: I'm the real Misty, Jason. I just took the imposter and buried her once and for all.
Simone: I have to wonder how many people actually believe that.
All three women finally make it back to their feet, their exhaustion shining through. Joanne turns around and faces Misty, looking at the tag team title belt that used to belong to Odette Ryder. She points to it, then motions towards her waist signaling it will be there very soon. Misty shakes her head and closes her eyes.
Misty: This is all it takes, folks.
Joanne is distracted just long enough for both Vixen and Angela to take advantage as they walk up behind her, each of them grabbing one of her legs. They lift her up and over the top rope, tossing her out to the ground below, just in front of the commentators table!
Justin: Joanne Canelli has been eliminated!
Misty: The final two. They couldn't be more different.
Simone: Did you ever think you'd be on the verge of teaming with Vixen or Angela Fallon?
Misty: Belinda, I never imagined I'd even team with Odette Ryder, and I did didn't I? I roll with the punches and take things as they are thrown at me. I'm willing to work with either of these two, just as long as they are willing to do the same.
Joanne gets back to her feet, standing directly in front of Misty, and the Bombshell Tag Titles. She starts trash talking and bad mouthing the former Queen of the Damned, but Misty just shakes her head and points to the backstage.
Misty: Hey Drew! Can you get her out of here already? You lost, Joanne, and you have no one but yourself to blame. You just didn't want it en--
Angela and Vixen are keeping a close watch on the situation at the commentary table and are stunned as Joanne grabs the tag team title belt and whips it right at Misty's head! Misty ducks out of the way just in time, but she shoves herself out of the chair and is about to fight back, when Drew gets in between the two, ordering Joanne to get backstage. Joanne puts up a brief fight as she yells at Misty, but she soon turns and heads backstage.
Simone: And to think those two could have potentially been partners.
Adams: Could it have been any worse than Misty and Odette?
Misty: Clearly it could have, because Odette never threw the belt at my head. Disrespectful Jersey trash. Maybe she and Giani should get together. They'd be perfect together.
Angela suddenly tries to blind side Vixen and toss her over the top rope, Vixen is quick to save herself from elimination and losing the match as she ducks then spins around, delivering a spinning heel kick right to the back of Angela's head! Angela stumbles against the ropes, but doesn't fall through them and Vixen tries her best to eliminate the mysterious new Bombshell.
Simone: Who's it going to be, Misty? Who do you want to team with more?
Misty: Honestly, either one of them. Vixen is a great competitor and she has all the passion in the world for what we do, and Angela...Well, a big part of me wants to see what makes Angela tick, and who she really is. Your guess is as good as mine.
Adams: You just can't make up your mind can you?
Misty: It's not up to me, Jason. Its up to those two fighting in the ring. One of them has to want it enough to win this.
Angela fights as much as she can, trying to elbow Vixen and get as far away from the ropes as possible Vixen backs away a few feet and Angela turns around. As she does this, Vixen leans forward, doing a handstand, then wraps both her feet around Angela's neck and the two start spinning around, until Vixen sends Angela through the ropes with a Whirlybird Headscissors and Angela crashes to the ground below, and Drew immediately calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Ladies and Gentleman, Angela Fallon has been eliminated! Your winner and NEW Bombshell Tag Team Champion...VIXEN!
Misty: That's my cue to go.
Simone: She's done it! Vixen has won her half of the Bombshell Tag Team titles! She is the first Bombshell to be a Grand Slam Champion, Jason!
Adams: She's definitely earned it, but I have a feeling this is going to be an even more interesting teaming than Odette and Misty were. You don't think that Spike will want--
Simone: Don't even finish that though, Jason.
Misty takes the Bombshell Tag Team titles and walks up the steps, entering the ring. Vixen looks at her, almost reluctantly and cautiously as Misty approaches her, holding both titles. Misty has a genuine smile as she congratulates Vixen, then holds out the other title belt, presenting it to Vixen. Vixen takes it slowly, looking down at the shiny gold in front of her, then Misty grabs her hand, raising it in victory as the crowd erupts in cheers. Both women raise their titles high above them in their first display as a team, then Misty extends her hand. Vixen and Misty shake hands, before they exit the ring and head backstage.
The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"What a fucking poser, that's all you'll ever be!
Don't get any closer, or you'll meet the real me!
I am, who I am, you can't destroy me!
I am, what I am, you can't deny me!
I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and brake me down, but I won???t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you???re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!
I won???t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder. Casey then motions for a microphone.
Casey: ???Hey Simon and Ben, you guys think you have the upper hand? Well, guess again, Damien and I will walk all over you guys like a cheap pair of shoes. Yeah, so Damien and I don???t like each other, big fucking deal. We will do what we have to do to get the win, even if it means working as a tag team. You guys should know that foes can work together well. I mean, look at Misty and Odette Ryder, before Odette left. They held the bombshell tag team titles and they didn???t get along at all, but they made it work. As for you Damien, you better stay the fuck outta my way or you will get destroyed with Simon and Ben. I guarantee that by the end of this match, it will be the ???Freight Train of Pain??? Casey Williams getting the last laugh, and you can take that to the bank.???
The crowd boos Casey even louder as he drops the mic and walks to the back and ???I.M.Sin??? hits the speakers.
We cut to the High Stakes III "backstage" area where we find the Roulette Champion, Max Burke getting ready for his match. Max is currently lacing his boots. Ruby sits next to him massaging his shoulders.
Burke: Steve Ramone, moments from now you step inside that squared circle once again against the very best that the professional wrestling industry has to offer. You, my friend are about to be staring across the ring into my eyes... into the eyes of "Pro Wrestling's Pedigree" Max Burke.
Ruby hands Max his tape, and he begins to wind it around his wrist and fist. He finishes his right hand, and punches his left to see how the tape feels. Satisfied, he begins wrapping his left wrist and hand.
Burke: Listen very carefully Ramone. Tonight at High Stakes III... you're going to bust. Just like last time, you're going to be staring up from the mat at the end of the night at YOUR Roulette Champion... "Pro Wrestling's Pedigree" Max Burke. Because I was born to wrestle, and bred to win!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time please welcome to the ring the guest commentator for our next match???.JJ Dixon!
Crowd: BOO!
???How You Like Me Now??? by The Heavy starts to play and out walks JJ Dixon wearing an Italian woven black suit, white button down shirt with bright platinum cufflinks and a skinny black tie. His shoes, which are freshly polished, shine from the glare of the lights. He makes his way down to ringside and the crowd boos. He smiles and waves at them, almost as if he doesn???t realize that they are booing. He sits down next to Belinda Simone and puts a headset on.
Adams: Great to have you here with us JJ.
Dixon: I???m sure it is, Jason. I???m sure you don???t get to talk to someone as great as me very often. By the way, did you see the shoes?
Simone: We saw ???em, JJ.
Dixon: Hello beautiful..
Simone: Always a pleasure???
Adams: So tell us about this special presentation you???re gonna have for us in two weeks on Climax Control.
Dixon: Well, finally the incredibly stupid SCW creative team has allowed me some time to do what I do best.
Adams: And what???s that.
Dixon: Hype, Jason. Hype. Twice a month, every month, I will be hosting the what will be the most pivotal, most important, and certainly most entertaining segment on Climax Control.
Adams: And that is?
Dixon: The JJ Show!
Simone: Interesting.
Adams: Oh great???
Dixon: Yes, Jason. It is great and on my very first show, I???ll the self-proclaimed Queen of the Skanks Misty to discuss her former partners absolute disgust with her and the poor skank that will now have to be her partner.
Adams: Very nicely put, JJ.
Dixon: I thought so.
Simone: Looks like Justin is getting back in the ring, boys. Time to settle down.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the SCW Roulette Championship.
Crowd: POP!
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger???
???Live it Up??? by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for ???The Fearless One??? Steve Ramone. As soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp.
Justin: Weighing in at an even 200 pounds, he is New York???s own??????The Fearless One??? Steve Ramone!
Once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve???s opponent.
Justin: And his opponent???
The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes' begin to ring out as 'Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' and SCW Roulette Champion Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few fight behind him. Standing clad in black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and kneepads, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He wears his leather jacket with a hood covering his head and his SCW Roulette title is fastened firmly around his waist. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Ruby start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics kick in.
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes"
Justin: Weighing in at 220 pounds, making his way to SCW from Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada. He is the reigning Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion. He is ???Pro Wrestling???s Pedigree??? Max Burke!
Adams: These two had an all out war on Climax Control a few weeks ago and the powers that be were so impressed that they booked them here tonight.
Simone: My money???s on Burke.
Dixon: That???s right, Belinda. The smart money is always on a Canadian.
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks passed them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening backhand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.
"But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before lowering the hood off of his head and raising his title in the air for all to see. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and raises his title one more time before handing it over to Ruby. She clutches it close to her chest as she leaves the ring as Max slips off his hooded jacket and hands that over to the referee before leaning up against the ropes and waiting for the roulette wheel to be spun.
Justin: In accordance with SCW Roulette division rules, I will now spin the roulette wheel to determine tonight???s stipulation.
Justin spins the wheel as both Max and Steve pay close attention to where it lands. It slows down, clicks a few times, and finally stops.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight in Trinidad, the SCW Roulette Championship will be defended???..in a Strap Match!
Adams: There you have it. A strap match!
Jasmine walks over and fastens the strap around each man???s wrist.
Adams: Jasmine???s about to call for the bell. Here we go!
DING! DING! DING!
Burke pulls in on the strap hard and hits a hard clothesline right across the face of Ramone. Steve drops to the mat and Burke begins to kick him hard in the gut.
Adams: Max Burke is starting off the match with his usual aggression.
Dixon: What do you mean, aggression? That's the will of a champion, Jason.
Simone: I agree, JJ. I think Adams here is just a little biased.
Adams: What? ME?! You've got to be kidding me.
Dixon: It's people like you that give unbiased analysts and commentators like Belinda and myself here a bad name.
Adams: Oh give me a break!
Burke peels Steve up off of the mat and holds him by his wrist. He kicks him square in the gut and then grabs his head and drops him down to the mat, head first, with a DDT. In a display of technical prowess he rolls over Steve's back and sets him up in a variation of a rear face lock.
Simone: More impressive moves by the Champion!
Jasmine drops down and starts her count.
One...Two...Three...Four...Fi-
Burke breaks the face lock at the last second.
Adams: Remember there is no submission or pinfall in this match. Each competitor must touch each corner in order to win. Submission holds now fall under the five count rule.
Dixon: Thanks for the info.
Adams: You're welcome!
Burke picks Ramone up again and sets him up for a piledriver. He goes to lift Steve up but Ramone blocks him. He lands a few right hands in to the gut of Max Burke and then, in a counter, lifts Burke high up over his head and sends him dropping down to the mat with a high back body drop.
Adams: Finally some fight from Steve Ramone!
Simone: Ooooh one move!
Dixon: Please! I'm sure Burke let him get that one in.
Adams: You two are ridiculous.
Ramone, seeing Burke trying to get up, runs over to the ropes and springboards himself into a makeshift enziguri.
SMACK!
Adams: What a move!
Burke is laid out in the center of the ring and Ramone takes his opportunity to try and win the match. He runs over and begins start touching each ring post.
Crowd: One! Two! Three!
As Ramone gets to his fourth post, Burke starts to get to his feet.
Crowd: Four! Five!
Just as Steve makes his play for the final corner Max whips him back in toward the center of the ring and brings him back in. He grabs him, hooks his leg, and hurls him over his head landing a devastating Exploder Suplex.
Dixon: Yes!
Adams: What a show of force by the Roulette Champion!
Burke stands up and smiles at the crowd before starting to roll the strap around his hand. He moves in closer and as Ramone starts to sit up he grabs him from behind and wraps the strap around Steve's neck and pulls it tight.
Adams: Oh come on! He's trying to choke him.
Simone: It's legal, Jason. This is a strap match.
Dixon: I don't see anything wrong with it.
Adams: Yeah. I???m sure you don't.
Jasmine St. John starts her count.
One...Two...Three...Four...Fi-
Max lets go of the strap and Ramone drops to the floor. Burke kicks Steve in the side of the head and then pulls him toward the edge of the ring. He slides down to ringside and taunts the crowd.
Crowd: BOO!
He drags Ramone over to the bottom of one of the ring posts and wrenches his arm around the bottom of the post and then drops an elbow hard in to the shoulder of Ramone.
Adams: Come on, get back in the ring Burke!
Dixon: Hey???that???s Pro Wrestling???s Pedigree. Show some respect.
Burke slides back in to the ropes and drops a leg across the face of Burke.
Dixon: O Canada! Our home and native land!
Max starts to stomp on Ramone and then lands an impressive standing senton bomb. He gets back up and kicks him a few times in the ribs. Steve tries to roll away in pain but Burke grabs the strap and prevents him from going anywhere. He peels up off of the mat and then twists his arm around a bit. Burke tries to throw Ramone into the ropes but Steve holds on to his strap and plants his feet. He leans back and out of nowhere lands a kick square in the jaw of Burke.
SMACK!
Adams: THE FEARLESS SHOT! Burke is out cold!
Dixon: Boo! He cheated!
Steve screams out in to the crowd!
Ramone: WHAT???S FEAR?!?!?!
Crowd: POP!
Ramone pulls Burke???s lifeless body closer to one of the turnbuckles and then climbs up to the top rope.
Simone: He???s not gonna actually attempt that corkscrew with that strap attached to him is he? Now???s his chance to hit the corners and get out of there a champion!
Adams: I think he is, Belinda.
Dixon: Good. I hope he fails.
He points to the night sky and then launches into the air and twists and turns before he crashed down on to Max Burke???s limp body. Both men writhe in a bit a pain but Ramone powers himself up on to his feet. He???s looking around and Burke is still out. Seizing his opportunity he makes his way for each ring post. Jasmine St. John counts as Max touches each turnbuckle.
St John: One! Two! Three! Four!
Max starts to come to and begins to pull back on the strap making it hard for Ramone to move forward. Steve fights it and manages to hit the fifth post.
St John: Five!
Just a few feet out of his grasp, Ramone desperately tries to reach forward as Burke puts all his weight and strength in to holding him back with that strap. As Ramone fights even harder, Burke pulls even harder. Just as the post is mere inches away from Steve???s fingertips the strap snaps, sending Ramone falling forward into the corner.
St John: Six!
Crowd: POP!
Adams: He did it! He touched the final post!
St. John calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEW SCW Roulette Champion???..Steve Ramone!
Steve???s music hits as Justin hands the belt to him. He drops to his knees in excitement and kisses the belt before standing back up and holding it high for the crown to see.
Crowd: POP!
Adams: He did it! Ramone did it! Max Burke is beside himself, arguing with Jasmine St. John that the strap broke before Ramone hit the post.
Simone: Definitely a bit controversial to say the least.
Dixon: This is a great miscarriage of justice. He clearly cut the strap off.
Adams: What are you talking about? It snapped.
Dixon: Likely story.
Just as Ramone is about to leave the ring, Midnight/Tornado by Skid Row hits the speaker system and out walks Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Adams: Oh great.
HS: Last time I checked, a strap match is only a strap match if yer strapped. The breaking of the strap is clearly an automatic disqualification.
Crowd: BOO!
HS: So you get yer arse back in the ring Ramone and Jasmine???.ring the bell. First pinfall wins and I don???t want anymore funny business out here.
Ramone argues for a moment before handing the belt back to Jasmine who gives it to Justin.
Adams: This is unbelievable. What an abuse of power by Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Dixon: Clearly Ramone broke the rules. Finally Ward did something I can agree with.
Adams: Please! He only did that because he???s got Burke in his pocket.
Simone: Those are some wild allegations, Jason.
DING! DING! DING!
Max runs in but Ramone side steps and sends him crashing in to the corner. He attacks Burke, unloading on him in the corner.
Adams: Some nice aggression now from Ramone.
He grabs Max by the wrist and whips him in to the corner and follows up with a hard knee strike to head. Burke, a bit unaware of his surroundings wobbles forward and Ramone send him crashing down to the mat face first with a powerful bulldog. He jumps back up on to his feet and points to the sky.
Crowd: WHAT???S FEAR!?!
Adams: He???s going for it again!
Steve gets up on to the rope but before he could get his feet set, Burke runs over and knocks him down on to the top turn buckle. Max climbs up to the top rope with him, lands a few right hands to the head, hooks his leg and suplexes him down to the mat.
Adams: MAXPLEX! Off the top rope and right down to ringside!
Dixon: Atta boy!
Simone: He rolls him up!
One! Two!
Dixon: Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Roulette Champion???.Max Burke!
Adams: Ramone had this one won.
Simone: Pays to be friends with the boss.
The scene opens up to show Simon Jones backstage, stood in one of the makeshift dressing rooms, together with Jason O'Neil.
Jason: Have you decided yet whether or not to take Spike Staggs up on his proposal? It has been five weeks since he laid the offer on the table.
Simon: Hey, this is an important decision for me to make, so I don't want to rush into anything - I want to make sure that the decision I make is the right one for me. And when I do have an answer for Spike, I'd like to give it to him face-to-face.
Jason: I wonder if Spike Staggs played a role at all in getting Ben Jordan to be your tag team partner for tonight - despite his intention to place his wrestling career on hold, Jordan is still a member of the New X-Tremes. And didn't Staggs tell you that support is what NXT is about - and that he thought you could use some of that?
Simon nods his head.
Simon: Yes, he did say that. But do you really think that Spike had any influence over who was selected to be my partner for this match?
Jason: Maybe, maybe not. But if he did, perhaps he thought that having Ben Jordan be your partner for the night would serve as a sample of the support that you can expect to receive, should you choose to join NXT - thus trying to sway your decision.
Before Simon can reply to Jason, their conversation is interrupted by the appearance of Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, Simon - may I ask you a couple of questions?
Jason: I'll leave you to it.
Jason does a fist bump with Simon, before walking away, leaving Simon alone with Ms. Rocky Mountains; Simon turns his attention to the reporter.
Simon: So, what have you got for me?
Ms Rocky Mountains: I just wanted to find out how you're feeling, ahead of your match this evening against Damien Kingston and Casey Williams.
Simon: Two months ago, at Summer XXXTreme, my reign as the SCW Heavyweight Champion came to a shuddering halt. Since then, my form has been indifferent, having gotten a win, quickly followed by a loss. I've spoken in the past about the need for consistency, but consecutive losses was not the sort of consistency that I had in mind, so I now need to put together a run of victories - I believe that the first of those victories will come tonight.
Ms Rocky Mountains: It sounds as though you're confident about your chances of defeating your opponents.
Simon: I am, yes, although I don't think the outcome is quite the foregone conclusion that Damien Kingston would have you believe - with what Kingston has had to say about the match, he has made it sound as though all Ben Jordan and myself have to do to win is merely show up, but I know that it isn't going to be that simple. A few days ago, I referred to the team of Damien Kingston and Casey Williams as being a "toxic combination" - and they're definitely two combustible elements - but Ben and I can't rely on that powder keg exploding, enabling us to pick over whatever is left, on our way to an easy win. No, we still need to approach this match in the same manner that we would approach any other match - bearing in mind what the two of us have accomplished in our respective careers, I think everyone can be certain that we have prepared for this match in the right way. And that is why I'm confident of being victorious tonight.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Is there anything else that you would like to add?
Simon: I suppose there is one more thing: Damien Kingston opined that, since the aforementioned events of Summer XXXTreme II, I've been forgotten about - a claim that was later repeated by Kevin Carter.
Simon shrugs his shoulders.
Simon: They're both entitled to their opinion - perhaps they both agree with the clich?? that, you're only as good as your last match. If that is indeed the case, well, once tonight is over, my last match will be a win, whereas for each of them, their last match will be a defeat - then who'll be irrelevant?
The scene cuts away.
Camera are shown within the backstage area in a room where Damien Kingston is sitting down in a chair while a doctor was on one knee looking at the right knee of Kingston. It looked like the Man of Liberty was in a lot of pain judged by his facial expressions.
Doctor: Does it hurt here?
He grabbed a hold of Kingston's leg pulling it up just a slight bit and instantly Kingston let out a loud yell in pain as he clutched his knee right away forcing the doctor to let go of him realizing how much pain he was in.
Damien Kingston: Ow! Of course it hurts you fucking idiot!
Doctor: Yeah, that's not good.
HS: What do you mean that's not good?!
Doctor: It seems to me that Damien might have pulled or possibly torn something in his knee. I can't tell you for sure right now until further examination, but I can't clear him to compete tonight.
HS: What?! I have billed this tag match as a featured match on tonight's card!
Doctor: I understand Mr. Ward but I legit can't clear Damien to compete while being in this much pain.
Damien Kingston: Well you heard the man, I just can't go on.
There was kind of half cocked smirk spread across Kingston's lips. Almost as if he was cool with the fact he wasn't going to be going out to the ring. However that look changed quickly as he began clutching his knee in pain once more. Ward threw his arms up in the air as he was quite irritated at the situation before he turned around and walked out of the room leaving the cameras to cut elsewhere for the time being.
Justin: The following match has now been ruled as a handicapped match, introducing first??? from Nashua, New Hampshire??? weighing in at 370 Pounds, he is the freight train of pain???. Caaaassseeeey Wiiiilllliaaaaamssss!
The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"What a fucking poser, that's all you'll ever be!
Don't get any closer, or you'll meet the real me!
I am, who I am, you can't destroy me!
I am, what I am, you can't deny me!
I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and brake me down, but I won???t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you???re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!
I won???t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Justin: and now introducing one half of his opponents, from London, weighing in at 220 Pounds??? he is the Cockney King... Beeeeeennnnn Jordaaaaan!!!
The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start
Justin: And his partner, hailing from Birmingham, weighing in at 225 Pounds, Siiiimoooon Jooooneees!!!
The intro of ???Simon Says??? By Drain STH plays over the arena???s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.
As the three men stand in the middle of the ring referee Jacob Summers??? starts to ask Ben and Simon on who will be starting the match up. As both of the English boys are distracted by the referee Casey take this moment in his stride and lunges towards them both. Knocking Ben Jordan out of the ring the giant freight train of pain sets his sights on Simon Jones. Jacob motions for the bell as this one is underway.
Adams: Casey isn???t wasting any time, although I can???t say I blame him.
Simone: Casey has been forced to go it alone here tonight with Damien being ruled out of this contest with a busted knee.
Casey with his massive size hands starts to viciously club the back of Simon, bringing the Brit down to one knee. Casey steps back but only to gain momentum as he drives a forceful knee into the nose of Jones. Simon stumbles backwards but Casey doesn???t let him gain a moment to breathe as the big monster is straight back on the attack with earth shaking clothesline.
Adams: OMG Belinda, Simon just folded and unfolded like a slinky.
Ben Jordan has made his way back up to the ring apron as is now trying to rally the fans to get behind Simon. Casey smugly taunts to the fans sending a chorus of boos to fill the arena as Casey grabs Simon by his head and tosses him effortlessly up on his shoulders looking for a fireman carry slam Casey goes to plant Simon back first on the canvas but Simon is able to reverse it with a beautifully modified DDT.
Simone: You can never count Simon out; he always has a counter.
Jones leaps up to his feet and is right on the attack, delivering hard quick kicks to the back of the freight train of pain.
Adams: Smart move by Simon, trying to keep the giant down.
Casey looks as if he is going to get up on all fours but Simon comes crashing in with a springboard leg-drop, shattering Casey???s face into the unforgiving canvas. Simon fires up and off loads some more kicks getting Casey to roll over, the giant places his hands up over his face shielding himself as Simon finally back away. Simon attempts a standing shooting star press but he???s forcefully met with a set of knees to his stomach. Although Casey has capitalized he unknowingly helped Simon bounce off his body and into his corner, leaning over the top rope Ben see???s that his partner needs him and tags himself in.
Simone: I don???t think Casey thought that would happen.
Adams: Desperate times call for desperate measures Belinda.
Ben soars into the ring over the top rope with a corkscrew leg-drop, sending the SCW crowd into a frenzy of cheers. The young Englishman is quick to his feet as he darts off towards the ropes before coming sliding back into the picture with a baseball slide. Ben???s feet connect with the side of Casey???s head and the Cockney King is quick to make a cover.
1???
2???
Adams: What the hell?
Casey kicks out of the cover but that???s not what everyone is focusing on, coming down the ramp limping and winching in pain is Damien Kingston, the SCW fans give off a mixed reaction as he makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron, his hand is out stretched begging to be tagged in.
Simone: I don???t know if we should be shocked by Damien showing up here tonight or extremely impressed that he is willing to risk his well-being?
Ben Jordan gets up and gets back to work as Casey is now trying to make his way up to his feet, Ben starts to fly kicks in his direction before looking to land a standing drop kick. Casey is able to duck and weave out of the way and goes to make his way across the ring to Damien. Casey almost makes it but Ben Jordan comes flying back in out of nowhere and takes Casey down with a flying cross body. Back to his feet Ben Jordan grabs onto Casey???s head and drags the man to his feet. Jordan is looking to link the Casey up for a suplex but Casey is able to push him away, the freight train of pain tumbles backwards his back hitting the ropes and he looks as if he is about to strike towards Ben with a big boot, but Jacob signals that a tag has been made.
Adams: Wow Damien just tagged himself right into this one.
Simone: And Casey looks pissed.
Adams: Aaaand Ben looks relieved because he gets to keep his beautiful face.
Casey is ordered out of the ring while the injured Damien comes in.
Adams: Should have stayed out of this Kingston.
Without even a word of warning Damien springs into life knocking Ben down with a spinning heel kick.
Simone: What the heck?
Damien doesn???t give up there as he runs across the ring and knocks Simon off the ring apron sending the fans into a booing frenzy, before coming in hot towards Ben. Damien catches Jordan???s neck for a spinning neck-breaker before leaping up bouncing up and down on legs like there???s nothing wrong with him. Kingston grabs a handful of Ben???s short hair and pulls him up to his feet linking him up for snap suplex, delivered perfectly the New Yorker once again lifts up his opponent and hooks him up for a snap suplex. Damien goes for the pin.
Adams: Wow did like superman just enter the building?
1???
2???
No! Ben pushes Damien off him forcefully and the Londonite makes it to his feet quickly, diving towards Damien he tackles him to the ground with a spear. Ben this time grabs Damien up and sets him up for his own set of suplexes, hitting three German suplex in a row. Ben goes for the pin this time.
1???
2???
NO! Damien kicks out but he also lets out a yelp of pain while doing so. They both stagger to their feet and as Ben is about to link Damien???s head for a face plant DDT Damien counters with a jawbreaker. Damien is quick to his feet but he lets out a hellacious roar of pain, clutching his knee into his chest Kingston drops to the canvas over taken by pain. Ben who has stumbled up to his feet looks on concerned as Jacob checks on Damien who is refusing to give up. Damien tries to make it to his feet once more but drops down to the canvas.
Simone: We need to get some help out here.
Adams: Damien looks like he???s in a world of pain right now.
Damien pushes Jacob away from him, Ben Jordan makes his way over towards Damien and points over to Casey Williams.
Adams: I think Ben is telling Damien to tag in Casey
Simone: Ben???s showing great sportsmanship here tonight, letting Damien get to his corner and make the tag.
Damien reluctantly makes the long and grueling journey to his corner limping and stumbling as the crowd cheer in support, Kingston reaches out and makes the tag to Casey. Casey slides into the ring while Damien rolls out falling to the outside. A ???Jordan??? chant has broken out because of his display of sportsmanship, but Ben just smiles it off before raising his hands up in innocence towards Casey stopping the freight train from stem rolling him. Ben then points at Casey, then over towards Simon.
Adams: Now what is Ben doing?
Simone: I???m not sure but he can do whatever he likes as long as he keeps smiling???.
The fans cheer out wanting to see the two ring veterans go head to head, Casey smirks smugly and nods as Ben just shrugs his shoulders and makes his way over to Simon tagging his partner in giving the fans what they want to see.
Adams: Here we go Belinda??? this has been building for weeks.
Simon comes rushing into the ring and storms towards Casey the two locking up in the dead centre, Casey the much larger man is able to over-power Simon but Simon surprises him with a stiff kick in the jaw. Casey stumbles but doesn???t fall and he repays Simon by coming crashing in with a fury of punches. As Simon and Casey go right for right in the middle of the ring a ???SCW??? chants breaks loose.
Simone: Simon???s not backing down here!!!
Adams: Casey isn???t either.
Simon quickly changes the pace and sweeps Casey off his feet with a Russian leg sweep, before letting out a fury of punches on the big man???s head. Casey pushes Simon away but Jones does go far as he just comes crashing back in with more. Casey gets to his knees and Simon hooks his arm around Casey???s neck before bringing his knees up to his face with a modified face crusher. Casey is furious now, but it???s like his rage has driven him to the next level as the giant gets back up to his feet, using his big wide hands he cups the top of Simon???s head before smashing his skull against his.
Adams: HEADBUTT!!!
Simon is seeing stars and Casey is going to make him pay, lifting him up Casey drops Jones with a massive spine buster. Simon is reeling in pain and Casey makes the cover.
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2???
2???. ?????
NO!
Simone: How on earth?
Simon gets the shoulder up and Casey is livid he slaps his massive hands on the canvas and screams at the referee. Casey gets up to his feet dragging Simon with him, linking his arms around Simon???s waist he locks in a bear hug. Lifting Simon off the ground, letting his feet dangle in the air Casey shakes Simon from side to side like a rag doll. Jacob asks Simon if he wants to quit but Simon screams out no as Ben Jordan is begging for a tag, while still cheering his partner on.
Adams: Casey is trying to break Simon in half.
Casey gets tired of Simon and him refusing to give up so Casey flips Simon in his arms and brings him down with a forceful backbreaker over his knee. Rolling Simon away from him Casey makes the pin.
Adams: It???s over!!!
1???
2???
NO! Simon gets his foot up on the bottom rope at the last second ending the count. Casey is no furious as he stands up getting in the referees face giving Jones perfect recovery time. Casey turns back to Simon who is on his feet, Casey goes to grab Simon but he is able to step out of the way tripping the freight train of pain up in the process. Casey falls into the ropes and Simon takes a mad dash towards him driving his knee into the spine of Casey not once, not twice but a total of three times. Simon quickly delivers a standing drop kick to the back of Casey before the big man falls to the canvas.
Simone: Come on Simon put him away.
Simon dashes towards the closes turnbuckle and climbs it making his way to the top he leaps of crashing down on to Casey with a shooting star press. Simon knows that???s not going to be enough to get a pin fall just yet so he repeat this action, after the second shooting star Simon goes for the cover.
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2???
No! Casey kicks out and the two gentlemen are back to their feet Casey lunges forward and goes for a punch but Simon side steps and catches him for a face plant DDT. Casey???s face crashes against the canvas and Simon is quick to drag him back up to his feet, looking for his signature move the Severe Skull Trauma.
Adams: Simon must be mad Casey is huge!!
Casey muscles out and palms Simon away from him before making his way over towards his corner looking for a tag.
Simone: Casey can???t be serious? Damien???s injured.
Adams: The poor guy can barely stand up on the ring apron.
Damien out stretches his hand but just as they???re about to tag Damien pulls his hand back smugly before jumping down off the apron. Damien walks up the runway fine as the fans boo him uncontrollably.
Simone: What the hell? That arsehole tricked us!!!
Adams: Whoa little lady watch your tongue.
As everyone looks at Damien in disbelief Casey???s shown grinding his teeth in anger yet he???s confused as well while Ben who is on the outside looks very disappointed in Kingston. Simon sees and opening and he runs towards the ropes and takes Casey down with a springboard drop kick to his back. Casey falls into the ropes but bounces back but is caught for a running bulldog. Simon leaps to his feet and charges towards the turnbuckle again climbing it this time he comes crashing down with a 450 splash hooking the leg upon impact.
1???
2???
3???
DING DING DING!!
Justin: Here are your winners???. Ben Jordan and Siiiiimooooon Joooooneees!!!!!
Ben comes charging into the ring as Simon says blasts over the personal address system and the two get their arms raised in victory.
Adams: I???m so confused with what just happened with Damien right now!!!
Simone: forget that, thank God Simon was able to put Casey away???
Ben and Simon raise each-other???s arms in victory as the Englishmen celebrate their hard earned victory.
"Watch me ride:
The crowd cheers as inside of the ring, the ring announcer, the exotic Justin Decent, is standing in the middle of the ring and moving his hips to the beat of Faithless's "If Loving You Is Wrong" as he teasingly lifts the front of his shirt up, exposing his rippled abs.
I'm a sexual animal, eat you like a cannibal,
Crammed full of energy,
I'm inflammable,
Yeah, I finish my beer
So come here and get nice while I lick you here,
Put your legs over there and kind of swing on the chair"
Adams: Does he have to do this?
Simone: Jason if you interrupt this one more time I am going to put my foot so far up your...!
"I swear you look wicked with your panties in your hair,
Justin then gripped his shirt with both hands and slowly, pain stakingly, pulled it off up over his head as he moved his hips in a thrusting, circular motion with perfect rhythm and had all eyes on the prize! He whipped the shirt off, exposing that tanned upper body with washboard stomach and perfect pecs. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back as he ran the shirt down the front of his body, over his chest and stomach, and then further down across his (YOU KNOW)! He then threw the shirt out into the crowd where it was caught by...well that fangirl Maggie can really move when she wants to!
"Stepped out of my clothes started doing the right thing,
Justin then turns his back to the camera and slowly bends at the waist while peeling those skin tight shorts down...
"If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.
Justin was completely bent over and sliding the shorts down along his bare legs, exposing a flesh tone thong and showing off a perfect view of his even MORE perfect backside! The crowd is whistling and cheering as Justin stands back upright and kicks the shorts clear of the ring, remaining in just the micro small thong!
"If lovin' you is wrong I don't wanna be right.
The performance ends and Justin drops to the mat in a perfect Van Damme split and the crowd cheers!
Eyes half closed,
Cute little nose,
And like a pound of self-raising I just rose and rose"
I was pumping and she was biting,
Yeah, lightning flashed and thunder roared,
The girl had her finger on my keyboard,
Oh lord, this is gonna last all night"
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If I come first well that's the worse scenario,
I push you harder than Sanchez Vicario,
I mean it, 20th Century Fox on the screening,
One take like an earthquake make the bed brake,
We be famous worldwide overnight
And get tired of magazine articles we're forced to write.
I take a delight in making the bed springs sing all night"
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
I give a massage,
Skin supercharge,
Imagination on turbo situation large,
Sometimes you handle me kinda course,
Like a horse, the bed
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right."
Adams: Yeah I can't imagine how he got his job from Christian!
The scene opens up backstage on the face of Miss Rocky Mountains.
Miss Rocky: Ladies and gents, I have at this time, Amy Marshall.
The camera pans out to reveal Amy Marshall wearing her ring attire with mo-hawk fully erect, as she stands next to Rocky Mountains looking straight down the camera.
Miss Rocky: Do you have any final words before your match against Necra Octavian Kane and Roxanne?
Without taking her eyes off the camera, Amy begins to speak.
Amy:: Roxanne??? I don???t know what the hell you have been sniffing or doing to your soft brain to cause memory loss, but have you heard of something called originality? No??? well you certainly lack it??? but then again you are after all the dumb ginger sheep of the heard.
The std jokes are just becoming unfunny??? but if you want, I can provide you with the last 18 years of my 6 month CLEAR health check up???s if you are that worried about catching something. Although maybe I should be the one worried about catching something, after all you spend most of your time in dungeons that are no doubt filled with rats and mice and they can carry all types of diseases??? or maybe the mould spores that you inhale while pretending to play doctor with your ???slaves???. Either way do I need to wear a hazmat suit to our match or just have some shots at the ready?
Anyway??? lets move on put the cheap shots and my personal life aside and focus on the match itself.
You see Roxanne, you are nothing more than hot air and an egotistical moron with a god complex??? you think you can credit yourself for making Misty? I don???t think so, your feud doesn???t make you a creator of the best wrestlers??? Misty did that by herself, she went onto become something a whole lot better than you.
And now you are saying you could make me into something ??? why should I take your advice or guidance when you have done fuck all in the last few years ??? I would rather take advice and guidance off Misty than you.
All you have done since this great feud you had with Misty is sit on your ass bitching and moaning that you have been forgotten while SCW moves on??? I???m sorry to burst your little bubble here Rox, but nobody gives a shit about you ??? not even management.
And while you think you have been hard done by, because Necra and I apparently abandoned you??? you abandoned yourself and gave up. What would have helped was having a proper sit down talk with management that might have saved you??? but nope you just decided to take the victim approach.
Nobody did or said anything because everyone else was too busy with their own problems except me???
You and Kevin owe me??? because if Kevin didn???t meet me he would never have become a two time world heavyweight champion, and if I didn???t say or do anything to you Rox, you would be still sitting around wondering when your next pay check is coming or having to accept money from strangers to play silly tricks.
I resurrected your miserable little career Roxanne??? and tonight I am going to put an end to your miserable little career.
With that, Amy turns and heads back to the locker room to continue warming up for the match against Roxanne and Necra.
The bell clangs to signal the next match, and referee Drew Patton climbs inside of the ring to join Justin Decent for the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Triple Threat Hardcore match! One fall to a finish!
The fans cheer!
Justin: Introducing first! From the Isle Of the Gods, weighing 127 pounds ... Necra Octavian Kane!
The lights on the beach go out, as a golden spotlight goes over the crowd, and comes to stop at the back of the stage, as "Trip the Darkness" by Lacuna Coil begins to play over the loud speakers filling the arena. A fog rolls over the back area of the stage, as two lines of men and women appear through the mist and stand on either side of the rampway holding banners with her symbol on it. Necra soon appears out of the mist and starts down the rampway dressed in a white and gold toga. As she passes the servants fall to their knees, as she stares straight ahead, ignoring the crowd around her. As she reaches the ring she climbs the stairs and strides along the ring apron when Amy Marshall appears from under the ring and she grabs Necra by the ankle and yanks her off of the apron, causing her head to hit the apron!
Adams: Amy's been under the ring the entire time? She must really want to get the advantage over Necra and Roxanne to lie in wait all this time!
Simone: And nobody can blame her for that. This three way feud has been building violently for weeks! All three of these women absolutely hate each other.
Amy grabs Necra by the arm and sends her crashing against the steel barricade surrounding the ring along the sands of the beach. Necra falls to her hands and knees and Amy is immediately all over her with lefts and rights down into her back and the back of her head!
Simone: Amy Marshall is not going to ease up against Necra! Both of these women know just how dangerous the other is capable of being!
Adams: And Roxanne hasn't even made an appearance yet.
Amy then grabs Necra and rolls her inside of the ring, unconcerned about risking disqualification but still, pride coercing her to take it inside of the six-sided ring. Amy follows her inside and Irish whips her into the ropes. Marshall swings a roundhouse blow but the 'Goddess of Death' ducks the blow, rebounds off of the opposite side and leaps, leveling Amy to the canvas with a flying lariat that brings cheers from the crowd!
Adams: How can anyone cheer for Necra Octavian Kane!? She's the so-called Goddess of DEATH for crying out loud!
Necra grabs Amy and peels her off of the canvas before she fires off two lightning quick fists to the face and then doubles her over by burying a knee right to the abdomen when "Wicked Pussycat" by Danzig carries across the beach's sound system and the crowd boos heavily as Roxanne runs down towards the ring, looking to get a piece of the action!
Simone: Ask and you shall receive! Here comes the hardcore amazon, Roxanne!
Necra lifts Amy in a precarious position in a standing dragon sleeper when Roxanne slides inside of the ring and slams a running boot into the small of Necra's back, forcing her to drop Amy and both women hit the canvas! The bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Adams: And it looks like we are officially underway!
Roxanne grabs hold of Necra and throws her into the ropes with powerful momentum and on the rebound, hits a high impact sidewalk slam with the crash sounding across the beach! Roxanne drops down into the cover, hooking the leg!
1.....
2..... Necra gets the shoulder up!
Adams: Oh there is no way Roxanne could have beaten Necra so fast.
Simone: I really don't think Roxanne expected to. She wants to prolong the pain and torment for as long as possible.
And Roxanne is now getting some assistance as she and Amy, who has recovered, pull Necra up to her feet and Irish whip her into the ropes and as she comes rebounding back, Roxanne doubles her over with a heavy boot to the mid-section and then Amy follows up with a scissors kick down across the back of the head. The crowd boos when miss Marshall is led into a false sense of security and turns to face Roxanne but the giantess kicks her right in the face, knocking her out through the ropes and to the floor!
Adams: No one ever said Roxanne was a team player!
Simone: I just can't believe Amy was working with her rather than work with Necra against her.
Roxanne sends Necra into the ropes and plows right into her with a running elbow! Roxanne then drops down to both knees and she begins to choke her with both hands wrapped around hers throat as Drew orders her to halt the choke hold.
Adams: Is he forgetting that this is a hardcore match?
Simone: It's a symptom of any referee in a hardcore match. They still believe their word is law when it really doesn't mean diddly squat.
The crowd then cheers as they pick up the sight of Amy Marshall, now recovered, reaching under the ring and pulling out a steel chair! She stands up and brandishes it proudly for all to see before she rolls back into the ring and brings the weapon slamming against Roxanne's back!
Simone: And that's what a hardcore match is all about! Use whatever you can to get the advantage.
Adams: And against someone like Roxanne they'll need all the advantage they can get!
Amy throws the chair down to the canvas and grabs Roxanne in position for a side Russian legsweep, and Necra joins her on her other side and the two women bring the much larger one crashing down into the metal.
Simone: Now I think we're going to see some teamwork on their part. They know that together they'll stand a better chance at besting Roxanne than attempting to do so individually.
Amy and Necra grab Roxanne and drag her off of the chair's remains where Necra scoops it up and throws it down violently into Roxanne's wide back. Amy then takes the chair and repeats the gesture on the amazon's head! They pull Roxanne to her feet and send her into the ropes with a dual Irish whip and link hands for a clothesline but Roxanne somehow shakes off the chair shots and responds by clotheslining both Necra as well as Amy.
Adams: That woman is a beast!
Roxanne grabs them each with a handful of hair and drags them to their feet. She then fires them off into the ropes and goes for her own double lariat but this time it's Amy and Necra who duck the blow. Roxanne hits the ropes due to her own momentum and turns around, and Necra and Amy clothesline her backwards over the top rope and to the floor.
Simone: Oh the fans are just loving this!
Tough as ever, Roxanne starts to force her way to her feet, using the ring apron to pull herself up. Amy climbs to the top of the corner and as Roxanne returns to a vertical base, Amy leaps off for a flying body press but Roxanne catches her!
Adams: Oh no!
But Necra grabs the top rope and catapults herself over and she lands on Amy's back with her own flying body press, finally taking Roxanne down!
Adams: For two women who hate each other, they sure work well together!
Simone: Well when you're opposing someone like Roxanne, you don't have much choice but to toss your differences aside.
Amy and Necra quickly grab Roxanne in a double front facelock and make the attempt to suplex her over into the sandy beach that surrounds the SCW ring. Roxanne, however, puts on the brakes and prevents it. Roxanne then displays her own power by reversing the attempt and she suplexes them over!
Adams: Wow! What strength!
Roxanne sneers at the crowd that is close at ringside, cheering the three Bombshells on. She walks around and grabs a fistful of Marshall's Mohawk and drags her up but Amy has a handful of sand and throws it right in Roxanne's eyes, blinding her!
Simone: And if anything is going to stop the big woman, it's that!
Roxanne grabs at her eyes and then swings blindly but Necra dives at her and brings her down into the sands with a swinging neckbreaker. Amy follows up by climbing onto the apron and jumping off with a senton down across Roxanne's sternum.
Simone: That sand to the eyes really took a lot of the fight out of the big woman.
Adams: Well how is she supposed to fight when she can't even see?
Both Amy and Necra then drag Roxanne up and hold her by the hair and her arms to keep her from fighting back and they drag her away from the ring and down the short distance to the beach's water front. Amy and Necra then whip Roxanne down into the water, sending her into the waves with a heavy splash!
Adams: I was wondering if anyone was going to get into the water! I mean, beach and all, its to be expected!
Amy and Necra then combine to over power Roxanne and they shove her head under the water and hold her there! Drew rushes into the water and begs them to let her up but they hold her under as Roxanne fights and struggles! They let her up long enough to gasp for breath and then shove her back under again!
Simone: They're tying to drown her for God's sake!
Adams: Oh He doesn't have anything to do with what these two are doing to Roxanne!
They finally let Roxanne go and the amazon coughs and chokes as her opponents drag her back to the shore and roll her inside of the ring to put an end to the match.
Adams: Ooo! That water must have been cold!
Simone: Hardcore match or no, the end result has to take place inside of the ring.
Necra and Amy climb inside, following Roxanne. Necra grabs Roxanne into a front facelock and backs up to the near corner and uses the turnbuckles to plan Roxanne with a Tornado DDT! Necra then covers her for the pinfall attempt!
1.....
2.....Amy grabs her by the hair and throws her off of Roxanne!
Adams: And this is where things get sticky! It's every woman for herself!
Necra slowly stands up, confronting Amy! Necra shoves her back a step, and Amy responds by slapping the taste right out of Necra's mouth! Both women then begin swinging, trading lefts and rights to each other's beautiful faces!
Simone: And there goes the team work right out the window!
Amy gains the upper hand and rakes Necra's eyes, costing her the advantage. Amy then pounces like a wild animal on wounded prey, jumping on Necra as she tries to recover. Amy forces her head through the top and middle rope and entangled her neck between the ropes and chokes her violently. Amy then runs off of the ropes on the far side and comes off with a full body block against Necra's exposed back. Amy then runs off of the ropes and goes to repeat the maneuver when from out of nowhere, Roxanne collides into her with a spear!
Adams: I think Amy forgot that there was a third woman in this match!
Simone: The ironic thing is I think that water dunking she suffered may have helped wash the sand from her eyes!
Necra then manages to free herself but Roxanne is right there as she turns around and Roxanne hauls her up into the air in a military press!
Simone: What strength by Roxanne!
Roxanne then just dumps her out of the ring and into the sand along the ringside area!
Simone: Sand or not! That was a nasty fall! Necra might be out of this!
Roxanne leans against the ropes and smiles out at the jeering crowd, licking her lips in a disturbing albeit seductive manner. She then turn around and stalks Amy, walking around her in a complete circle. She then grabs her and scoops her upside down across her right shoulder in an inverted body vice!
Simone: This could be a submission! Amy might not have any choice but to submit!
Amy yells out in pain and kicks but she absolutely refuses to submit this match away! Her kicking and flaying throws Roxanne off balance and she stumbles back against the corner where Amy kicks off and flips back to her feet in front of the amazon. Roxanne grabs her by the throat and heaves her around into the near corner. Roxanne then charges but Amy lashes out with a superkick, connecting with Roxanne's chin! Roxanne staggers back, and Amy vaults to the middle turnbuckle and then leaps off at Roxanne...
Adams: Bad Girl! She nailed it with extra impact!
Amy stands up and shouts out to the crowd, but as she turns around to the far side of the ring, she gets a face full of fire extinguisher from Necra! The ring fills with the cloudy spray and Amy staggers back, blinded! Necra then gets a running start and drives the fire extinguisher into Marshall's head, knocking her from the ring! Necra wastes no time and grabs the downed Roxanne and she hits a twisted version of the Unprettier!
Simone: My Fair Lady!
Necra covers her and hooks the leg!
1.....
2.....
3!
Simone: She did it! Necra walks away with this one!
The crowd cheers as Drew raises Necra's arm in victory as Amy holds her head and looks from the outside in severe anger!
Justin: Here is your winner, Necra Octavian Kane!
The fans cheer as Necra pulls her hand from Drew and she simply stares Amy down from the inside as Marshall backs up the aisle, pointing into the ring at her.
Ariel can be seen sitting in the locker room of her husband as Kain has been to the showers. She is putting his wrestling gear on his bench when she suddenly feels an arm around her waist and a hand on her mouth. She reacts in a shocked fashion as suddenly a voice whispers in hr ear.
Voice: Don't think your prince in shiny armour will rescue now, because lets be honest. This guy has been a fake since day one, now don't worry. I am not going to do the same trick that Mr. Wonderful did the other time around with my woman, but tell me Ariel.... did you approve??? Huh???
She can be heard mumbling something in his hand, clearly for the world to hear what she just said.
Voice: Did you enjoy having your husband kiss another woman? Because you knew it was for a better cause? Or did you burn deep down your gut? Did you suffer the fact that you were coming off labour and just had hormones fly around like ants would run around a dead pig??? Tell me Ariel..., did it want you to get even with him???
She once again tries to tell him something as well as fight out of his grasp as the figure turns her around and show her that it is Goth.
Ariel: why you......
Suddenly Goth kisses her full on the mouth, causing her to be shocked and start to punch him until she realizes it has no use. Goth finally breaks it and walks off, leaving her wonder what just happened. Suddenly the door opens and we see Kain come out of the shower.
Kain: Something wrong Ariel????
Ariel does not react right away, but blushes as she hands her man a new towel as the shot fades back to ringside.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Dudelyville???Tom Dudely!!!
"Kamikaze" by Five Iron Frenzy blasts throughout the arena and Tom Dudely soon bursts out to the top of the ramp, greeted by a mixture of cheers and boos. Tom looks around the arena for a bit before making his way down the aisle. Tom climbs into the ring and climbs onto the middle rope and stares down the crowd.
Justin: And his opponent from Los Angeles, California???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 ramp and then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as a cocky smirk comes across his face while he flexes his muscles and Diana rubs his chest. Nick gets up and takes Diana's arm before turning back toward the curtain and waiting as Tony Capicelli makes his way out. Nick looks briefly back over his shoulder at the quickly developing black eye on Tony and seems bemused. He shakes his head and they make their way down the ramp, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans along the way. Nick walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, watching her from behind before quickly walking up behind her, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick walks across the apron and steps one leg into the ring, taking a seat onto the middle rope, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there, looking around the arena and has 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, swinging his other leg into the ring and then walking over to his corner, where Diana now sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back while Diana rubs his shoulders, as he waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.
DING DING DING
Nick and Tom circle each other before they lock up collar and elbow style. Both men jockey around the ring for position before Tom pushes Nick into the turnbuckles. Both men put their hands up like they want to break cleanly. However, Tom slaps Nick across the face as he backs up. Nick holds his jaw as Tom has a grin on his face. Nick nods his head as he steps out from the corner. Nick and Tom then lock up again. Again, the fight for position before Nick pushes Tom against the ropes. Tom braces for Nick to strike him, but Nick pats Tom on the chest. Nick goes to back off and Tom drops his guard. As soon as he does, Nick slaps Tom across the face. Nick has his cocky grin etched on his face with his arms outstretched as Tom holds his jaw. Tom then rushes at Nick, who takes him over with a hip toss. Tom quickly gets up and Nick floors him with a drop kick. Tom again gets up but Nick takes Tom over into the mat with a side head lock. Nick starts grinding in the head lock. After a few moments in the hold Tom forces Nick to his feet. Tom nails Nick in the kidneys with a few rabbit punches, making Nick loosen the hold. Tom fires Nick into the ropes. Nick comes back and Tom floors him with a drop toe hold, followed up with a knee drop to the back of Nick???s head.
Adams: I bet that didn't hurt
Simone: What do you mean?
Adams: Just bounced off his ego
Tom quickly turns Nick over and goes for a cover, but Nick gets his shoulder up at one and a half. Tom goes into the corner and sits on the top rope and waits for Nick to get to his feet. When Nick does, he turns to Tom???s direction and Tom takes Nick over with a hurricanrana! Tom again goes for a cover, but Nick kicks out at two! Tom picks Nick up and whips him into the ropes. As Nick returns, Tom goes for a back body drop, but Nick drills Tom into the mat with a DDT. Nick goes for a cover, but Tom shoots his shoulder off the mat at two.
Simone: Just a two count
Nick grabs Tom and performs a picture perfect back breaker, however Nick holds Tom across his knee, trying to force a submission. Nick pushes down Tom, trying to bend his back as much as possible. Jasmine asks Tom if he wants to submit, but he says no. After a few moments, Tom nails Nick in the head with a couple of knee strikes to the head. Nick lets go of the hold. Tom gets to his feet and drills Nick with a couple European uppercuts, then followed up with an STO! Tom goes for a cover, but Nick kicks out at two!
Adams: Back and forth match
Tom picks up Nick and shoots him into the ropes. Tom goes for a clothesline, but Nick ducks it, but Nick keeps running into the opposite ropes and then comes back as Tom turns around and both he and Tom have the same idea and the clothesline each other!
Adams: Both had the same idea. I never have the same ideas as people, I want a twin.
Simone: One of you is bad enough.
Jasmine starts her count as both men lay on the mat after the double clothesline. Nick and Tom start stirring after the five count. They make it to their feet at seven count. Nick goes to hit Tom, but Tom kicks Nick in the gut. Nick doubles over and Tom gets a head of steam and bounces off the ropes and goes for his Ax Kick, but Nick moves out of the way. Nick then kicks Tom in the gut and goes for the Best of All, but Tom spins out of it and takes Nick down to the mat with a Cross face.
Simone: Tom trying to make Nick tap!
Nick yells out in pain as Tom pulls back. Nick reaches for the ropes with his free hand. Nick inches his way to the ropes as Tom wrenches in the move. Nick holds his hand up, looking like he???s about to tap, but he instead rolls over onto his back, while Tom still has the cross face on. However, his shoulders are on the mat and Jasmine drops down to make the count but Tom rolls off the mat and back into the proper position for the cross face and Nick immediately searches for an escape. After a few moments in the hold, Nick turns his body and inches his way backwards and drapes his foot on the ropes. Jasmine tells Tom to break the hold, but he holds onto the cross face.
Adams: Tom's gonna get himself DQed!
Jasmine starts her mandatory five count and Tom breaks on four and a half!
Simone: Just breaking in time!
Tom pounds the mat in frustration as he gets to his feet. Tom starts kicking and stomping on Nick. Tom picks Nick up and shoots him into the ropes. As Nick comes back, Tom floors Nick with a flying back elbow! Tom goes for a cover but Nick kicks out at two. Tom quickly gets up, while dragging Nick to his feet and picks him up in a vertical suplex and quickly drills Nick into the mat with a brain buster. Tom points to the top rope and exits out of the ring onto the apron and he climbs to the top rope. Tom leaps off the top rope for a swan dive head butt, but Nick rolls out of the way and Tom crash lands!
Adams: Crashed like Tom's fantasy football team.
Simone: What?
Adams: You should really accept his Facebook friends request, he talks about his fantasy football team crashing all the time.
Nick climbs to his feet and picks Tom up and hits him with a inverted atomic drop before quickly transitioning into a swinging neck breaker. Nick goes for a cover, but Tom kicks out at two.
Simone: Tom spending energy with every kick out.
Nick gets up taunting the crowd and the crowd showers him in boos. Nick stands Tom up and hits him with two right hands. Nick puts his left hand under Tom???s chin to lift his head up. Nick kisses his right fist and goes to nail Tom with a punch, but Tom ducks it, kicks Nick in the gut and once again goes for his Ax kick. As before, Nick moves out of the way, then Nick kicks Tom in the gut and drills Tom with the Best of All!!! Jasmine goes for the count:
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO!!
Adams: That was closer than the hairs on my chinny chin chin
Tom Dudely kicks out at the very last second. Nick has a look of disbelief on his face before he gets irate. Nick gets up off the mat and gets in Jasmine???s face, yelling at her about a slow count.
Simone: I wouldn't do that, she can knock you right on your ass.
Nick is yelling at Jasmine for so long that Tom has had time to recover and sneaks up behind Nick for a school boy. Tom holds Nick???s trunks as Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
2!!
KICK OUT!
Simone: Nick just got the shoulder up in time!
Nick and Tom both get to their feet at the same time and start exchanging lefts and rights. Tom gets the upper hand and goes for an Irish whip, but Nick reverses it. As Tom goes back, Nick attempts a spinning heel kick, but Tom ducks it and Nick crashes into the mat. Before Nick can get to his feet, Tom nails him with the Ax kick!!!
Adams: That???s it, its over!
Tom hooks Nick???s leg as Jasmine counts:
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO! Nick barely gets his shoulder up!
Simone: The fans can't believe it! They thought it was over!
Tom can???t believe it as does the crowd. Tom gets up off the mat, while dragging Nick up by his hair. Tom body slams Nick into the mat. Tom, whom is gassed at this point, once again exit???s the ring, and slowly climbs to the top rope. As Tom gets to the top, Nick gets to his feet and runs up the turnbuckles and sends Tom crashing face first with Better Than You! Nick hooks both legs as Jasmine counts:
1!
2!!
3!!!
Nick wins!
Justin: The winner of the match, Nick Jones!
Simone: What a match! Nick Jones had to pull out all the stops to defeat Tom Dudely here tonight!
Backstage, Nessa Wall is seen getting ready for her match, stretching out in her bubblegum pink crop top and tight black pants with pink tribal accents down the legs. She lifts one leg onto the bench and reaches down, grabbing onto her toes before hearing chains jingling being her. She raises an eyebrow before turning around to see Mickey Carroll standing there in a leather harness and ass-less chaps with a spike collar around his neck with a long chain hanging from it. Nessa can???t help but burst into laughter as she sees him standing there. She keeps her leg strategically placed up on the bench as she continues to stretch.
Nessa: If one of those bitches I???m facing shortly sent you to distract me??? consider it done.
Mickey: It???s hard not to distract with an arse like this, yeah?
Both share a laugh as Mickey turns around to give his behind a slap. Nessa shakes her head as she brings her leg back down. She turns to face Mickey, taking a small sip from a bottled water that Mickey hands over to her.
Nessa: Yeah, the way the sun reflects off of such ghost white skin is almost blinding??? Thanks for the water by the way.
Mickey: No problem, buddy??? Buddy, that???s what ye say when yer not trying to bang a bird, right?
Nessa: Oh, such grace you have Mickey Carroll??? So did you just leave an S&M club or what?
Mickey adjusts the chain in his hands, looking down at the outfit as if he had almost forgotten he was wearing it, minus the fact that the island breeze was airing out his behind nicely. A bit of redness comes over his face as he looks back up at her.
Mickey: Well, me thinks I finally figured out who saved me arse from drowning last month. I knew there had to be a reason I couldn???t see them with the sun, and then it hit me. I was on the right track with Misty. Pale white as a ghost??? Who else could it be but Roxanne?
Nessa gets a vacant smile on her face, almost as if only to be polite to her new friend. She lets out a small chuckle that causes Mickey to look at her curiously.
Mickey: What???s so funny? I thought about it a lot and it makes sense. Mistress of Karma??? I once saved a Guinness from drowning in a lake??? Complete sense???
Nessa pats Mickey on the shoulder gently. She looks into his green eyes, staring for what seems like forever. She affords him a rarity, smiling sweetly at him before giving him a hug. As she pulls away, she looks into his eyes.
Nessa: You go get her, old??? buddy. That is, after all, what you say to a guy when you???re not trying to bang him, right?
Mickey: Yeah, definitely, buddy! Has a ring to it, doesn???t it?
Suddenly, the chain tightens and Mickey holds onto his neck, choking. Nessa looks down as Electra Blaze leans in, sniffing the scent of fear, and taking it in like a drug. We pan out to see Roxanne holding onto the chain with a pleased smile upon her face.
Roxanne: My, my??? don???t you just look good enough to eat?
Mickey shows regret on his face as Roxanne begins carting him away. Nessa cocks an eyebrow up as Mickey waves his arms around, sputtering words as he tries to plea with her to save him. She simply shakes her head as she turns to walk away toward the Roulette wheel, flinging her championship belt over her shoulder as she goes.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. It is a Triple Threat will be contested under 5 Count to Win Rules. Introducing first, ??? from , standing at feet inches and weighing in at pounds, she is??? TRACCCCCI PATTERRRRRRRRRSONNNNNNNN!!!
Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on the entryway. Suddenly, the stage lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of ???Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me??? by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin Decent: The following Tag Team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is??? MERCEEEEDESSSSS VARRRRRGASSSSS!!!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponents will be in for a tough fight. Suddenly, the lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring.
My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!
Justin Decent: And her partner??? hailing from Toronto, Canada, standing at 5 feet 1 inch, and weighing in at 110 pounds, she is your Bombshell Roulette Champion??? NESSSSSA WALLLLLLL!!!
Nessa Wall steps out at the top of the ramp and stands there for a moment, staring straight ahead at the ring while a series of pink and purple pryos explode along the ramp, following her down to the ring as she goes.
She wakes up scared of getting old
She don't feel no shame
She knows so many pretty boys
but they are all the same
Tossing her hair over her shoulder, she seems completely oblivious to the attention of the few supporters she does have in the crowd. She knows every eye is on her, and she loves every minute of it.
They said "Oh, hey there girl, tell me what do you do"
She says "um, nothing but I'm damn sure it's more than you"
That girl is a genius
Who o o o o ohw
I think she's serious
Who o o o o ohw
As the driving rock beat of Jet continues to rape every ear drum in attendance, Nessa climbs into the ring and immediately comes to life, sprinting across the ring and jumping up on the turnbuckles in the corner. Thrusting her fist in the air with one hand, she presses her palm to her lips and blows a kiss to the audience with the other before hopping down as her music fades out.
DING! DING! DING!
Nessa immediately shuffles behind Mercedes Vargas, locking her arms around her waist when Traci comes flying forward with a spinning heel kick that helps Nessa complete a German Suplex with added force. The audience boos as the tattooed beauty grips the back of her head, rolling around as Nessa drops down with a leg drop. Traci watches for an opening as it appears she is trying to team up with Nessa. Once Nessa lets go of the arm bar she had locked on after the leg drop, Traci charges at her with a standing drop kick that sends the second generation wrestler down to the ground. Traci does a mocking hair flip as she takes a few steps back. She watches both opponents stirring on the mat, but Mercedes is the unlucky one who gets up first. Traci charges at her with a clothesline, but Mercedes ducks it and holds onto Traci???s waist as they bounce off of the ropes. She rolls back with a Victory Roll, holding on tightly for the pin as Jacob drops down.
Adams: Could this one be over already?!
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Simone: If this were a regular match, Mercedes would be the champion. Stranger things HAVE happened here in Sin City Wrestling. It is possible, but think these bombshells have too much in them to let it quit so soon.
Traci kicks out just as Nessa is there to break it up anyway. Nessa picks Vargas up by her hair and then flings her forward with a snapmare. Just as she is about to plant a drop kick to the small of her back, Traci decides to repay Nessa for the ???help??? by leaping up onto her shoulders. She spins around, and Nessa steadies her for a powerbomb. Traci nails a hard fist to Nessa???s face, following it with an eye claw. She drops backward with a headscissors that connects hard. Traci stands up and does a Capoeira spinning leg drop. She drops down for the pin, but Mercedes stops it from even happening, catching Traci off guard with a one handed bulldog. She looks to both downed opponents with a smile and then she climbs into the top rope. She measures it up and then turns around, connecting with a corkscrew leg drop to Traci, then she springs up and hits a rolling thunder on Nessa.
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Traci sweeps Mercedes off of Nessa and then falls backward into a standard belly-to-back suplex. She releases it, sending flying into the ropes, folding up. She gets up and walks around, soaking in the chorus of boos like none other. Once she is satisfied with the strength, she picks Nessa up and sends her into the ropes. As Nessa rebounds, Traci leaps up, but Nessa catches her by surprise with a tilt-a-whirl, trying to convert it into a slam, but the squirrely Traci doesn???t let it land and goes around once more, trying to take her down with a head scissors, but Nessa refuses to go down.
Simone: I am getting dizzy with this one??? Will it ever end or will they just keep going around?
Adams: This reminds me of the time at the fairgrounds a while back where I ate a few too much cotton candy and corn dogs and???
Simone: ??? and you left it on the ride. I think the entire SCW roster and staff remembers that one??? No need to continue.
After the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, having repeated the ongoing reversal three times now, the wildcard factor finally kicks in when Mercedes Vargas sweeps Nessa off of her feet, falling back hard with Traci on top for the lateral press.
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Mercedes crushes her knees against Traci???s head and then rolls backward. She bounces off of the ropes and delivers a dropkick to Traci???s head, sending her backward. Mercedes flips backward, bouncing off of the ropes in a springboard fashion. She uses the momentum to propel herself forward with a Senton Splash. As Nessa gets up, Mercedes catches her with an Enziguri that nearly takes her head off. Mercedes looks over to the incapacitated Traci and then she covers Nessa.
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Nessa uses her ring awareness to drape her foot over the bottom rope. As Jacob???s hand is about to slap the mat for the third count, he spots the foot and stops. He points to the foot and then Mercedes gets up, frustrated, and she drags Nessa toward the center of the ring. She is about to hook the leg when Traci suddenly appears behind her. Using some reserved strength, she hooks her arms around Mercedes???s head and drops down for a neck breaker. The cheering audience soon surrenders to booing as Traci climbs the ropes. She wastes no time leaping off with a cockscrew moonsault that crashes down on both of her opponents. She scoffs at them, spitting on the ground next to them before draping herself over both opponents. Jacob drops down for another count.
Adams: Why not pin both opponents at the same time? Make sure someone doesn???t come and break it up.
Simone: It looks like Traci Patterson wants to do it in style. These ladies want to show off for the bosses to prove why they belong in this match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
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Mercedes gets a leg up, breaking up the double pin. She rolls out from under, pulling Traci off by the feet. Nessa crawls to the corner where she pulls herself up slowly, shaking out the cobwebs. Mercedes backs Traci into the corner, hammering her with a barrage of punches and kicks. Nessa tries to get over to them, wielding??? a pair of brass knuckles!
Simone: Nessa is playing this a bit dirty in her attempt to retain her Bombshell Roulette Championship. I probably shouldn???t, but I have to admire her intensity here.
Adams: Out of everything there is to admire about this one, you choose her intensity?
Jacob spots them immediately and then fights with Nessa to get them off. As Mercedes turns Traci around, punching her once more, Traci sees the distraction and lets loose a fury of punch after punch to Mercedes???s face. Mercedes tries to fight back, but Traci is too quick to fend off. Jacob tosses the brass knuckles to the outside of the ring and turns around to see Traci running over to Nessa, leveling her with a clothesline from hell. She rebounds off of the ropes and then dashes over to Nessa. She jumps up onto the top rope, dragging her opponent with her. She steadies herself on the second rope as she lifts her opponent up with a Sitdown Powerbomb, known as The Heart of Texas As she is coming down, her foot gets caught in the ropes and she falls, her head colliding hard with the mat, landing on top of her opponent. She lies there motionless as Jacob Summers runs over to check on her.
Simone: Oh my??? God! Is, is she okay? Somebody call down the medics!
Adams: Jacob is signaling for them, but technically, Traci has a pin right now???
The fans are on their feet, looking over at Traci who is not moving. By the time Jacob drops down for the rather unorthodox pin, Nessa kicks out. Nessa slowly gets up, seeing the medics rush to the ring, and she is confused. She turns to look for Mercedes, only to quickly get hit with a boot to the gut followed by the Black Rose Overdrive! Mercedes watches them file in and then quickly drops down for the cover.
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Justin Decent: Your winner and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion??? MERCEDES VARGAS!!!
Adams: I hope that Traci is okay after taking such a hard knock to the head.
Simone: I have to agree there, Jason. We hope to bring you good news on this matter later on. It looks bad, folks??? And I find it a bit disgusting that Mercedes is giving the medics dirty looks for crowding up the ring during her celebration.
Mercedes looks around with a glare as she gets up from over Nessa. She soon smiles and celebrates a bit in the ring, taking the Bombshell Roulette title belt from Jacob Summers, holding it high in the air without giving in to the booing fans.
The cameras switch to the backstage area where we find ourselves looking into the dressing room belonging to the Seven Deadly Sins. Rage is seated on a chair with his leg propped up on another chair and a bag of ice placed on his shin. Despayre is standing a few feet away, whispering something to Angel while Synn is standing between the two, and he looks at Rage and shakes his head.
Synn: Rage, honestly. It's just a bruise. You've been icing it for days.
Rage glares at Synn.
Rage: Just a bruise? It's not just a damn bruise Synn. Do you realize how hard he kicked me?!
Despayre: Angel says not hard enough.
Rage growls and takes in a deep breath, trying to calm himself before their match.
Synn: Enough you two. I thought we had settled this. Your match is in a little while and you can't be bickering like this.
Rage: Tell that to my shin! He's taking every chance he's gotten to kick me in the same spot the last two weeks. I'll be lucky if this damn bruise ever goes away.
Despayre: It's a shame I'm not taller. I could have kicked you somewhere else.
Rage: This is getting just a bit ridiculous. Synn, how am I supposed to trust that he's not gonna try and kick me in the balls during our match?!
Synn squeezes the bridge of his nose in frustration as he tries to get the two to stop arguing.
Synn: He won't. Right Joshua?
Despayre nods.
Despayre: Duh. I already said I'm not tall enough!
Synn can't help but let out an amused laugh as Despayre outwits him again, but his look quickly changes to a serious one.
Synn: Yes, well even if you were tall enough, you wouldn't because the both of you want the same thing. Giani and James have to pay for what they did to Gabriel and you need to get along so you an bring the tag team titles back to the Sins.
Despayre: Fine! But only if Rage agrees to give the belt back to Gabriel once he's better! It's HIS belt anyway!
Rage: Seriously? I held the titles with Jamie before you and Gabriel did so I have a better argument than you.
Despayre: Nuh uh! You and Jamie lost the titles on your first defense! Me and Gabriel didn't actually lose them so they're ours!
A battle of words ensues and Synn has to raise his voice even louder.
Synn: ENOUGH!
Rage and Despayre immediately go quiet and turn their attention to a frustrated Synn.
Synn: This has GOT to stop. I know both of you want to make Giani and James pay for what they did to Gabriel, but you have to get along if you plan to do so. Joshua, no more kicking Rage.
Rage smiles, although it is an awkward one. Synn looks at him and points to him.
Synn: And Rage...Try to be a little understanding of this situation, please.
Rage: Easier said than done when I have a bruise the size of my head on my shin.
Synn: Yeah and that pales in comparison to what Gabriel is feeling right now. Though I must admit, I am sure he is watching this and getting some sort of amusement out of it.
Rage: Whatever, but if he kicks me one more time...
Synn: He won't.
Despayre mumbles something in response to that, but Synn and Rage don't understand what he said.
Rage: What was that, Despy?
Despayre: Nothing. I didn't say anything.
Despayre tries to hide a smile, but Rage glares at him suspiciously. Synn puts a stop to it immediately.
Synn: It doesn't matter anymore. You two are going to go out there and work as a team, because Gabriel is watching this and this is for HIM just as much as it is for the both of you. Got it?
Rage and Despayre just look to Synn and nod in agreement, but clearly, it's proving to be in interesting night already. Synn takes in a deep breath and Despayre gets back to his conversation with Angel while Rage continues to ice his sore shin, and apparently his ego as well.
As Kain and Ariel prepare themselves for the match against Goth, in their own locker room, their door was starting to be knocked by someone on the outside. Muttering curses under his breath, Kain walks over and opens the door. Scott Oliver is shown on camera, with a microphone in hand. He looks very serious at the moment as the crowd watches on from the Titantron.
Stoner: Did you see what happened earlier when you weren't around?
Kain glares at him.
Kain: What are you talking about?
Stoner: While you were gone, Kain, Goth got into your locker room, spoke a few words to your woman, and kissed her fully on the lips!
A mix of shock and rage appeared on his face as he walked away from him and turned on the nearby TV. At first, he thought that the young man was lying, but saw the truth. He watched as his voice was heard, then seeing Goth stepped in as he surprised his woman with a full kiss on the lips and saw how Ariel tried to fight back before Kain came back into the picture. As the segment ended, he growled with rage.
Kain: That son of a BITCH!
In seconds, he brushed past Scott Oliver, already in his wrestling gear, as Ariel followed him quickly, screaming after him, leaving Scott Oliver alone in their dressing room briefly before walking out. The crowd goes "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" collectively as the cameras go back to Adams and Simone.
Simone: First Kain touches his girl, but now, Goth got a little leverage.
Adams: I don't think it's going to last very long. You saw how extremely pissed off Kain became the moment he saw that entire footage. Tonight is not going to be an easy night for Goth or for Kain, for that matter!
Justin: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Introducing first, the challengers! Accompanied to the ring by Synn! At a total combined weight of 476 pounds, the team of Despayre and Rage!
"Let's fake an answer for the curious
The crowd cheers as atop the stage appears the 'Dark priest', Synn himself. At his left stands the proverbial Sin of Wrath, aka Rage, and to his right, Despayre who looks quite glum with Angel wrapped in his arms.
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"
Adams: Despy doesn't look too happy, does he?
Simone: I wouldn't imagine so. He thought he'd be involved in this with his long-time partner Gabriel at his side, but instead, thanks to that attack at the hands of the champions, Rage has been forced to step in and take his place.
"Message from opticon
Synn leads Despayre and Rage down to the ringside area, the crowd on both sides of the aisle reaching out toward the challengers. Rage is all business, his eyes solely on the ring, and as usual, Despayre huddles close to Synn to avoid being touched by strangers.
"New aliens spawn, we reinvent the dawn
Synn jumps up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes for Despayre to scramble inside as Rage merely steps over the top rope to enter the ring on his own. Synn then climbs in himself.
"Message from opticon
Rage grasps Despayre's hand and goes to raise it to greet the crowd but Despayre pulls his hand free and kicks Rage in the shin! Rage roars in pain and grasps his leg as Synn corrals Despayre into their corner to lecture him!
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time
Message from opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time"
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think that we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time
Message from opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time
Adams: Yeah somehow I don't think Despayre is too receptive to the thought of anyone taking Gabriel's place.
Simone: And that could cost them. Young Money has been a cohesive unit for months. If Despayre doesn't get over his problems teaming with someone else, their plan to avenge Gabriel will be for naught.
Justin: Their opponents are the current reigning and defending Tag Team Champions! First, from Beverly Hills, California??? Weighing in at 155 Pounds??? James Huntington-Hawkes III!
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. hey arrive at ringside and James holds a hand up to bring Simpson to a halt. James turns to look to the stage and smiles.
Justin: His partner is from Seaside Heights, New Jersey??? weighting in at 285 Pounds??? he is the Italian Stallion??? Giani Di Luca! Together they are Young Money!
A few cameras file through the curtains. ???Wrecked??? plays when Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, soaking in the boos of the audience. He really gets them going as he flips his hands from under his chin, laughing as they boo. He jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction and only then does James climb up to join him. James just steps halfway through the ropes when suddenly Despayre breaks away from Synn and Rage and charges across the ring! He grabs James and drags him the rest of the way into the ring and throws him to the mat and just starts beating on him with clubbing blows and fists! Rage and Synn grab him and drag him off of the Brat Prince and back to their corner as Giani helps the stunned James to his feet and back to their own corner!
Adams: Why did they have to break it up!? that was a great way to start the match!
Simone: You mean seeing that punk getting the snot beat out of him?
Adams: Exactly!
Despayre is kicking and struggling as Rage and Synn hold him back and talk to him.
Adams: Boy he really wants to lay into the champions, doesn't he?
Simone: To get even with them for taking Gabriel away from him? Absolutely.
Across the ring, Giani assists JHHIII out to the apron to wait so he himself can begin the match. And despite much protest and arguing, Despayre finally climbs out to let Rage start things off as Synn climbs out himself and drops to the floor, holding Angel in his hands. Drew Patton then calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The crowd claps and stomps as both big men come from out of their corners and circle the ring, eyeing one another and verbally jousting. They stop in the center of the ring and lock up, both attempting to overpower the other.
Adams: This is like watching two bulls go at it.
Both big men strain, their muscles clearly flexing for all to see as Rage slowly backs Giani up against the ropes. Drew calls for the clean break, but Rage does not comply and the official is forced to begin a count.
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With a handful of Rage's trunks, Giani reverses their position and pulls the Sin of Wrath into the ropes where he proceeds to slap him across the face.
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Adams: Oh! Insult!
Simone: What a foolish thing to do to a man like Rage!
His face immediately flushed with red hot anger, Rage storms up to Giani who does not back down and the two men get nose to nose, hollering slurs and insults at the other. Giani goes to bitch slap him a second time but this time Rage bats his hand aside and grabs him by the throat with both hands and chokes him standing up!
Adams: I think Giani pissed Rage off!
Drew is trying to physically break this up but Giani takes advantage of this by jamming a thumb into Rage's eye. Rage staggers back, holding his eyes, and Giani grabs him in a side headlock. The Italian Stallion smirks and nods as James applauds his partner from the champions' corner. Giani looks quite sure of himself, grinding the headlock in when Rage uses the ropes to break the hold and fire Di Luca off into the ropes. Both men meet in the center of the ring in a double shoulder block where neither moves. Giani smiles and nods and Rage answers by punching him in the jaw! Giani grabs his face and stumbles around. Rage Irish whips him into the ropes and again they collide, and again neither man moves! Now Giani, angered, runs into the ropes for another collision but Rage switches tactics and lays him out with a clothesline!
Adams: What a shot!
Giani starts to try to get up but flops back down to his back, stunned. Rage goes to follow up when James runs into the ring and hits a meager forearm to Rage's back.
Simone: Is that kid JOKING!?
Rage turns around slowly, not affected at all, and he grabs James with one mammoth hand on his face and pie faces him to the canvas. James rolls out of the ring in a hurry and Rage yells at him before turning back to target Giani. Rage grabs him to pull him up but Giani drops to his knees, driving the top of his head up into Rage's chin. Giani stands up and sends Rage staggering back with a European uppercut. Giani backs him up into the ropes where he lays in a forearm shot and then goes to bring him off with an Irish whip but Rage reverses it. Rage swings for a clothesline but Giani ducks under the blow and comes off the far side of the ring. Giani leaps at him but Rage catches him and power slams him down to the canvas! Rather than go for the cover, Rage drags him over to his corner and tags in Despayre. The crowd cheers as the child-like Despayre scrambles inside and starts to kick and stomp onto the larger Giani. Still inside of the ring, Rage pulls Giani up despite the onslaught and sends Di Luca into the far corner. Despayre pushes Rage back, wanting to take over.
Simone: There's that dissension again. This is going to cost them.
Rage frowns and steps outside and Despayre gets a running start and runs right up Giani's large frame, kicking him and moonsaulting back onto his feet!
Adams: Now that was some agility!
Despayre then charges at him again and leaps onto Giani, throwing wild fists at the handsome young Italian's face. Giani fight him off and throws him back but Despayre jumps right back up and leaps onto him again for more punishment.
Simone: We are not seeing any of Despayre's usual unorthodox aerial tactics. He is just out to fight in this one.
Despayre pounces on Giani but Giani grabs him and throws him violently down to the mat! Despayre rolls over, stunned but he starts to get right back up. Giani dives atop of him and drives a double axehandle blow down into him. Giani then grabs a handful of his long hair and runs Despayre's head into his corner before tagging James in.
Simone: Its the first time we've seen that little brat in this entire match -- legally.
JHHIII comes quickly inside and climbs onto the second turnbuckle and chokes Despayre blatantly. Drew issues his count!
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James then breaks and hops down before using some leverage for a monkey flip, dumping Despayre over just barely.
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Adams: I am amazed that little half wit knew how to even do a monkey flip!
Simone: Well when you've been around men like Giani for so long, you're bound to pick up a thing or two.
Despayre sits up and James comes up behind him and kicks him in the small of the back. He kicks him two more times before pulling him up from behind by the hair and he snapmares him over. JHHIII wraps him up from behind in a rear chinlock but Despayre grabs his forearm and sinks his teeth right in! James screeches in pain and lets go -- but Despayre doesn't! James tries to pull free but Despayre then grabs two handfuls of his hair and returns the favor, snapmaring him over once ... twice ... three times! Despayre dives after him but James scrambles out of the way and leaps for his corner, tagging Giani back in!
Simone: Ever notice at the first sign of trouble, he heads for the hills?
Adams: And here I thought that was the whole point of tag team wrestling.
Giani starts through the ropes when Despayre grabs him in a front facelock and brings him in the hard way with a hangman's DDT!
Adams: Oh he caught him good!
Despayre quickly rolls Giani over onto his back and hooks the leg for the cover.
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Despayre pulls him up and goes for an Irish whip but Giani counters with a reversal. Giani swings for a decapitating lariat but Despayre ducks under, rebounds off the far side and brings Giani over with a Hurricanrana! Despayre sits on his chest for another cover!
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Giani gets his shoulder up!
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James runs in and pulls Despayre off before hurrying back outside.
Simone: Well I don't know if Giani was in any real danger of being pinned.
Adams: I guess James didn't want to take any chances.
Despayre is close enough and hurriedly tags Rage back in before climbing out to the apron.
Adams: I hate to say this but they're not showing a whole lot of teamwork like we used to see between Despayre and Gabriel.
Simone: Well this is the first time they've teamed. Plus Despayre wasn't exactly looking forward to this match.
Rage clubs a forearm down against Giani's back, then lifts him upside down into a belly to back bear hug. Rage gets a running start and plows Di Luca into the corner. Drew forces Rage back as Giani slowly sinks down to the mat. Rage argues with the referee as Giani pulls himself back up and Rage brushes past the ref and charges his opponent, but Giani quickly moves out of the way and Rage plows right into the corner, his shoulder greeting the steel ring post unceremoniously!
Simone: That shot is going to turn the tide right there!
Giani distracts the referee and James quickly grabs Rage's arm from the outside and swings it into the post a second time. Rage grabs his arm and staggers back into the ring, in obvious pain, and Giani twists his arm into an arm wringer and brings him down with a single arm DDT! Rage kicks his legs, yelling in pain as he rolls over onto his back and Giani comes off the ropes with a guillotine legdrop across his face! Giani covers Rage for the pin.
1.....
Giani grabs Rage by his injured arm and pulls him to his feet and twists his arm into an arm wringer. He pulls Rage over toward his corner and wraps his arm around the top rope and he starts pulling on the prone limb. Drew orders the break and begins a count, but Giani quickly lets go and backs away. Drew reprimands him on the rule breaking but this distraction allows James to grab Rage's arm and drop down from the apron, hanging the hurt arm and shoulder.
2.....
Rage kicks out.
Simone: Its sad to say that Young Money is showing better teamwork than Despayre and Rage are.
Rage falls backward and turns around, where Giani doubles him over with a boot to the gut. Giani then hooks him up in a double underhook and brings him over with a suplex. Giani covers him again and this time hooks Rage's tree trunk leg.
1.....
2.....
Despayre runs in and dives on top of Giani and starts waylaying on him!
Adams: Look at Despy go!
Simone: But he's not the legal man in the ring! He needs to get out of there or else he's going to cause Rage even more harm!
Drew pulls Despayre off of Giani and Despayre turns and dives at the official but Drew rushes out of the way!
Adams: Don't do it! You'll cost yourself the match!
Synn yells from the outside and Despayre reluctantly hurries back over to his corner. Giani takes Rage and Irish whips him into the ropes where James hooks his leg from the outside and causes him to trip and fall heavily to the mat!
Simone: And there goes Despayre!
Despayre drops down from the apron and runs over to the champions' corner but James scurries behind the massive Simpson and Drew ducks out and tells Despayre to get back to his corner! Synn rushes over to help herd Despayre back and away, while inside Giani reaches down for Rage but the Sin of Wrath rolls him up into an inside cradle!
Adams: Turn around Drew!
Rage has him pinned but there's no referee!
1...
Drew turns around and sees the pin! He slides inside of the ring quickly and starts to count!
1.....
2...
3...
4...
5...
Giani kicks out!
Adams: Damn it!
Simone: We were this close to having new champions!
Rage starts to get to his feet but Giani fires a shot to his head, stopping him. Giani then goes for an Irish whip but Rage reverses it and both men have the same idea as they come off of the ropes and clothesline one another!
Simone: Of course!
Both Giani and Rage lay flat on their backs as Drew starts his count!
1...
rather than tag out, both men start swinging and a brawl erupts in the middle of the ring as they trade bone jarring blows! Rage gets the upper hand and drives Giani back toward the ropes! Rage goes for an Irish whip but Giani reverses it. The moment Rage hits the ropes, James kicks him in the back!
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
Rage starts to use the ropes to pull himself up.
7...
8...
Giani returns to his feet!
Adams: Oh that dumb little shi...
Rage turns around and glares at James but he is just distracting the big man and Giani rushes him from behind, but this time Rage sees him coming and moves and Giani runs right into the Brat Prince! The crowd cheers wildly as Rage grabs JHHIII before he can fall and throws him up and over the top rope and right into the ring!
Adams: Was that a tag!?
Simone: Well it sure looks like Drew is considering it to be one and the same!
Rage drags a kicking and screaming James over toward the Sins' corner and tags Despayre! Despayre climbs in and grabs the arm Rage is holding and he just chomps down hard on JHHIII's fingers! James shrieks in pain and struggles to get free but Despayre is like a wild dog, biting down hard and not letting go! He finally releases him before he can be disqualified and James darts right out of the ring -- but Despayre goes right out after him!
Adams: And we got a high speed chase right in front of us!
James runs around the ring with Despayre right on his heels! James tries to hide behind Simpson a second time but Despayre just slides right through the big man's legs to avoid him! James takes off running again and rolls back inside of the ring, but Despayre beats him to it and as James stands up, Despayre just punches him right full in the mouth, knocking him flat! Despayre grabs James by two handfuls of hair, drags him up into the corner and with a hefty tug, throws James in a 360 spin with his hair as a handle!
Simone: Good God! James might need hair plugs after a move like that!
James tries to get to his corner but Despayre grabs him by the foot and drags him back to his corner where he tags Rage! James struggles and yells for help as Rage steps in and grabs him by the throat, readying for a choke slam! That's when Simpson suddenly climbs up onto the apron and distracts Drew! The official has to turn his attention to JHHIII's bodyguard and order him down but Synn is suddenly right over there!
Adams: Poppa to the rescue!
Synn grabs Simpson by the foot and drags him (literally) down to the floor where a fight between the two big men on the outside ignites! The crowd is going wild!
Adams: This is great!
Simone: James and Giani were wondering what it takes to get Synn to be involved and they're finding out right now!
Drew has to leave the ring and try to separate the two brawlers but he does not dare to try to physically intervene! Giani quickly drops to the floor and grabs a chair from ringside!
Adams: Uh oh! This doesn't look good!
Giani climbs into the ring and rears the chair back, swinging it into Rage's back! Rage drops James and lurches over in pain, and Giani drops the chair! Giani looks to grab Rage when Despayre comes up from behind and swings an uppercut right between his legs!
Adams: And there goes any plans Giani has for later tonight!
Giani's eyes are wide open in horrid pain as he bends over at the waist, clutching himself! Despayre runs up behind him and dropkicks him right in the posterior, sending him through the ropes!
Simone: And that's leaving James all alone!
And the Brat Prince realizes it too as he turns to run but Despayre grabs him from behind and pulls him right back in! Despayre sets him up in position for a Pumphandle DDT, and drives James's head right down into the fallen chair!
Adams: Beware the Stare!
Simone: Payback's a bitch!
Despayre throws the chair to the outside and leaves in haste as Rage covers James and hooks his leg! Drew sees the pin and hurries inside!
1.....
The crowd explodes in cheers as Despayre climbs back inside of the ring, jumping around in energetic excitement! Synn foregoes the fight with Simpson and grabs the tag belts and rolls inside of the ring and presents them to his men! Drew raises their arms as Justin makes it official!
2.....
3!
Justin: Here are your winners, and NEW SCW Tag Team Champions ... Rage and Despayre!
The crowd cheers as Despayre hugs his father and Rage pats his tag partner on the back, while on the outside, a still 'throbbing' Giani looks forlornly into the ring as Simpson pulls his boss outside and picks him up and carries him to the back with Giani following.
Adams: Yes! New Tag Team Champions!
Simone: Despayre and Rage did what they set out to do! They have avenged Gabriel's injury and stripped Young Money of their cherished tag titles!
In a quartered off area of Turtle Rock Beach, set up as the backstage area for SCW staff and competitor alike, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen sitting at a desk on the SCW-Tron. This appearance of the contraversial 'boss man' draws boos from the people in attendance, but also a healthy scattering of cheers as well. He is clearly busy looking at the television monitor, keeping a close eye on the happenings of the show while going over the papers on the table in front of him when there is a knock on the door.
HS: Yeah! Come in!
The door opens and into the scene steps wrestling legend and Mark's own former manager, Austin Parker. The fans cheer as he walks up to the desk where Mark breaks out into a wide grin and stands up, offering his hand.
HS: Austin! You made it! Damn you, you bloody hillbbilly! I been trying to get you on the damn show the past three stops!
Austin shakes Mark's hand and claps him on the shoulder in a friendly manner as was accustomed to these two men who spilled each other's blood but through that, garnered a powerful respect and even stronger friendship over the years.
Austin: Hey, ah been tryin' to make it but it ain't easy when you got a family. Ah jest couldn't get the time freed to make the trip until now.
HS: Well speaking of famiy...
Hot Stuff looks around expectantly.
HS: Where's that pretty lady of yours?
Austin: Avoidin' that Ben Jordan character mainly. Ah swear you Brits must have gotten some strong libidos. You sure yer not French?
Mark looks affronted.
HS: You wound me.
Austin: Yeah, yeah! Listen, thanks for invitin' us an' all but ah heard all about yer retirement. Plans an' all. You sure yer up for that? Ah mean, everyone knows how much you love the spotlight an' all.
Mark laughs and holds his arms out.
HS: Hey, I don't need to risk ruining all this to stay in the spotlight, you know?
Austin rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
Austin: Christ! Ah forgot how bloated that ego of yers was!
Mark smirks and raises his eyebrows expectanty.
HS: Annnnd? That's not all you heard, was it? I didn't just invite you hear out of the goodness of my heart.
Austin: Huh? Oh. Ohhh! Yer talkin' about yer final match plans, huh? Mark nods. HS: Uh, yeah! I went through a lot to decide who I wanted to face most in my final match. Wh better than...? Mark holds his hands out towards Austin. Austin smiles and nods. HS: We put on some legendary matches. So! What do you say? Austin: What do ah say? Austin reaches out and cuffs Mark hhard upside of his head! HS: Hey! God dammit! He rubs his head tendery. HS: What the bloody hell was that for!? Austin: That was for bein' a presumptous ass, that's what! Ah'm retired ya damn tea drinkin' jackass! Ah don't ever recall you ever askin' me to be yer opponent before you went out there weeks ago an' told everyone you an' I were gonna meet in the ring again! You must be stoned! That's what ah gotta say! Austin turns and storms out of the office, and Mark doesn't miss a beat and shrugs. HS: So... what? Maybe?
Justin: The following contest is a grudge match.... introducing first...
The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Ariel, From Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is The King Of Kings, he is Kain!
The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendant, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent...
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Sapphira, from Utrecht, The Netherlands, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is the Gothfather Of The AWA, he is Goth!
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 he stares down his opponent in the ring
DING DING DING!
Adams: We should warn you that although there are rules in this match, there's a lot of hate between these two.
Both men look at each other, their heads lowered in a stare at each other. Both men burst in to life, charging towards each other and trading vicious rights and left hands, neither man picking up the advantage. Kain finally gets the upper hand smashing hard shot in to the side of Goth's head with heavy rights and lefts. Kain backs Goth up to the ropes and steps back. Scattered cheers and boos for SCW's anti hero are heard as he charges towards Goth, his arm out for a clothesline but Goth sidesteps and Kain hits the ropes chest first. Goth lifts a knee, catching him hard in the mid section and takes Kain by the head and charges him in to the corner, slamming his head off the top rope. He spins Kain around and nails him with heavy shots in the ribs before climbing on to the middle ropes and raising his right hand, slamming it down in Kain's head with lightning quick speed, followed by a second, and third, each shot landing on Kain's head with fast intensity. Kain's head rocks back with each blow and Goth jumps off from his hated rival. Goth turns in to the middle of the ring, and walks, slowly turning his body back towards Kain, but Kain fires out of the corner like a rocket and nails Goth with a huge clothesline!
Simone: This match has started with so much speed.
Adams: It's so hard to keep up!
Kain quickly gets to his feet, a look of pure determination on the young man's face. Goth slowly gets back to his feet, holding the back of his head, but Kain charges again, nailing him with a meat hook clothesline!
Adams: Goth nearly needed super glue to put his head back on.
Kain covers Goth and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1..
2...
Goth kicks out!
Simone: Lesser stars could have been knocked out by that huge clothesline.
Kain leans over Goth, catching him with a shot in the head before pulling himself back to his feet and pulling Goth with him. Goth backs away from Kain, towards the ropes but Kain moves in towards Goth. As Kain gets close, Goth drops his body and lifts Kain up with a standing backbody drop, sending him over the top rope, but Kain lands on the ring apron.
Adams: You haven't got rid of him just yet!
Goth turns and Kain swings a punch at him, but Goth ducks and grabs Kain's head and drops down, hanging him on the top rope and sending him flying backwards towards the floor.
Adams: The ring might not look as high as you think, but it's higher than you think, I think.
Simone: That's a lot of thinking.
Adams: And it's given me a headache.
Kain tries to get to his feet on the outside of the ring as Goth takes a moment to catch his breath. Kain moves towards the ropes, but the former SCW heavyweight champion charges at Kain and slides under the ropes, catching him with a baseball slide and sending Kain hurtling back in to the barricades and dropping to the floor. Goth steps through the ropes, an evil smile on his face. He looks down at the fallen Kain and runs along the apron, jumping off and nailing Kain with a huge elbow drop!
Simone: Wow!
Adams: Shades of the late Cactus Jack.
Simone: Cactus Jack is still alive.
Adams: Yeah, but he was meant to meet me last week and he never got there, so he must be running late.
Goth gets to his feet first as Jasmine orders both men back in the ring, but Goth grabs Kain by the arm and pulls him to his feet. Goth whips Kain back first in to the ring apron and pulls him out with a short arm clothesline. Reluctantly, Jasmine starts a slow ten count.
1...
Kain crawls but Goth plants a huge kick in to his ribs, rolling him on to his back, before bending down and picking Kain to his feet.
2...
3....
Goth catches Kain with a European uppercut
Adams: It's fitting cause he's European by birth
Kain stumbles towards the ring post and leans on it, but Goth charges in but Kain side steps and Goth crashes shoulder first in to the ring post!
4....
5....
Kain grabs Goth by the head and charges him towards the ring stairs, whipping his foes body in to the solid metal steps and sending him crashing over.
6
Kain moves towards Goth, waiting for him to get to his feet. As Goth does, Kain runs at the steps, jumping on them and using them as a springboard to catch Goth with a high leg clothesline!
Simone: What a move!
7...
Kain grabs Goth by the head and rolls him in the ring, breaking the referees count. Kain follows Goth in to the ring and steps through the ropes. Kain hoists Goth up on to his shoulders and runs for a powerslam but Goth slides off his back and spins Kain around, planting a boot in to his gut and hooking him up by the head and dropping him with a Goth Drop!
Adams: That was unexpected.
Simone: The tide of this match just turned!
Goth rolls Kain over and hooks the leg. Jasmine drops down to count.
1..
2...
Kain kicks out!
Simone: That was so close for Goth!
Goth sits up, staring a cold hard stare at Jasmine before getting to his feet and pulling Kain with him. Goth hooks Kain up and lifts him up in to the air, holding him with a hanging suplex before dropping Kain on his head with an almighty brainbuster! Goth rolls Kain over and hooks the leg again
1..
2...
Kain sneaks a shoulder up to the fans shock!
Simone: Kain just won't give up!
Goth sits up, looking frustrated and returns to his feet, looking at Kain and looking around the ring. Goth pulls Kain to his feet, and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Goth pulls Kain's head between him legs and lifts him up in a piledriver position.
Adams: I don't think Goth would care if he broke Kain's neck.
Kain wiggles his legs, trying to break free. Kain forces his weight back and gets his feet back on to the ground and lifts Goth over his shoulder. Goth crashes hard to the floor but rolls through and gets back on his feet, but as he does, Kain leaps in the air and spins around, catching Goth in the back of the head with a standing spinning back roundhouse kick! Goth crumples to his knees and falls flat on his face as Kain lands perfectly. Kain rolls Goth over and goes for the cover.
Simone: This could be it!
Jasmine drops down to count
1..
2...
Goth just about kicks up!
Adams: These two men have so much pride, they would do anything to stay up and win this match.
Kain gets up, his breathing heavy as he leans against the ropes, looking at the fallen Goth. Kain waits patiently as he moves towards Goth, like an animal stalking his prey. Goth slowly gets to his feet, his back to Kain. Goth turns in towards Kain and Kain spins around, spinning his arm around and attempting the whirlwind fist, but Goth ducks, and grabs Kain's head in a reverse DDT position before swing him around in a unique swinging neckbreaker!
Simone: These two know each other so well!
Goth sits up first, gasping hard for air as he looks down at his arch rival to his side. Goth rolls over and starts to hammer huge shots in to the side of Kain's head, throwing punch after punch like a wild animal.
Adams: We need a map, Goth's lost the plot!
Goth continues to nail shot after shot at Kain as the referee warns him. Goth glares at Jasmine, his eyes filled with hate. Goth gets to his feet, looking down at Kain and then back towards Jasmine. Goth starts to stalk near Kain but from nowhere Kain flips up to his feet and in one quick movement, bounces on his left foot and jumps, catching Goth on the chin with his right foot!
Simone: These two are tearing down the house.
Goth men lay for a few seconds but Kain gets to his feet first, slowly waiting for Goth. Goth gets to his feet and Kain takes a step back, before jumping in the air with a three sixty tornado kick, but Goth ducks out of the way and Kain crashes behind Goth!
Adams: Kain misses The Quickening...
Goth spins around, pulling Kain to his feet and pulling him in to the center of the ring. Goth grabs Kain by the head....
Simone: Goth looking for it...
Before Goth can hit the ADDT, Kain grabs his arm and spins out of it. He reaches back with his back to Goth and grabs his head, jumping in the air and nailing....
Simone: Malice!
Kain hooks the leg
1..
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match.... Kain!!
Simone: Kain has done it! He's defeated his rival Goth!
Adams: I'm in shock, these two put on a hell of a match.
Simone: Neither can walk away disappointed, because this could have just stolen the show!
The camera cuts to Drake Green's dressing room. Inside, Drake is getting ready for his match. He is wearing black Nike gym shorts and a black tank top while he wraps tape around his wrists. His friend and agent, Barry Goldstein, is in the corner of the room on the phone. He is wearing a bright lime green sport coat with a matching tie, white shirt and black pants.
Barry: I don't care if he failed the test, you're gonna pay him the money you owe him. Look, no one is calling you cheap but Jerry...the man deserves to get paid. He's a 'TD' machine. P-E-Ds Shmee-E-Ds.
Drake looks over at Barry and the two share a silent laugh.
Barry: Sounds good, Jerry. Go Cowboys.
Barry hangs up the phone.
Drake: Don't you wih all of your clients were as easy as me?
Barry: No, actually I don't. Then I wouldn't make any fucking money.
Drake laughs.
Drake: Good point.
Barry: You ready for this, Champ?
Drake: As ready as I'm gonna be. Max and I worked pretty hard on this so if I lose...if I lose the man is just better.
Barry: Well if you lose, the man makes more money than you. You know what that means? It means the man's agent makes more money than me and that my friend is unacceptable.
Drake: Is that all you care about?
Barry: Yes. Well that and the Trinidadian hooker I reserved for the after party.
Drake laughs.
Drake: You're too much.
Barry: Where is Slim Jim anyway?
Drake: You know that's a good question. He said had to go run an errand but that was like two hours ago.
Barry: Maybe he's off enjoying some 'Thunder is Paradise' huh?
Drake smiles.
Drake: Probably trying to find a last minute pep talk idea or something.
And then, as if on cue, Max walks through the door. He is wearing high top sneakers, black Bermuda shorts, and white and black ???SHOWTIME??? t-shirt. His salt and pepper hair seems a bit more salty than usual and he walks in with a giant smile across his tan, scruffy face.
Barry: Slim Jim! You???re ears must???ve been ringing!
Max: If I have to listen to you anymore they probably will start ringing.
Barry: Very nice.
Drake: Dude, where???ve you been?
Max: I got a surprise for you.
Barry: Maxy, I thought we decided we were gonna save the hookers and the cocaine for after the match?
Max: You???re an idiot.
Drake: What is it, Maxy?
Just then Maxy opens the door to Drake???s dressing room a bit wider and in walks Jenny Green wearing knee length khaki shorts, a white tank top with a red flannel shirt tied around her waist. He arms are covered in tattoos and she smiles wide when she sees her brother.
Drake: Dude!
Drake runs over and gives her a giant bear hug, lifting her up and twirling her around.
Drake: What are you doing here?
Jenny: What? You invited me, remember?
Drake: Yeah but I thought-
She interrupts him.
Jenny: You thought I???d miss this?
Barry runs his hands through his hair and walks over to them. With a sly, slimey smile on his face he stretches out his hand to Jenny.
Barry: I don???t think we???ve met. My name is Barry and I have a huge co-
Drake interrupts him.
Drake: Nevermind him. I can???t believe you showed up.
Jenny: A free trip to Trinidad? Are you kidding?
Drake: Fucking awesome.
He gives her another hug.
Max: Look we better go find our seats.
Drake: Good idea.
Jenny: I???ll see you in a bit?
Drake: Yeah, definitely.
Jenny: Good luck out there. Ma sends her best.
Drake: I???m sure.
They hug and Jenny kisses him on his cheek. She walks toward the door and then Max walks over to Drake and puts his hand on his shoulder.
Max: Whatever happens out there, D???I love you like a son. No matter what.
Drake: I know, Maxy.
The two share a hug. A beautiful moment before Barry walks over and joins in, wrapping his arms around both men.
Barry: I think I???m getting wet here.
Drake breaks off the group hug.
Drake: Oh come on.
Barry: What?
Max: We???ll see you after, D.
Drake: See ya guys.
The camera cuts back to ringside as Jenny and Max leave Drake???s dressing room and Drake goes back to taping up his wrists.
"Outsider" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area; she pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it.
Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Bombshell Championship, introducing first, from Tampa, Florida she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson!
Simone: Roxi has faced all comers since winning the Bombshell Championship from Misty a few months ago and now she faces one of her toughest challenges to date, Gothika of The Fallen.
Adams: Two weeks ago at Climax Control Roxi was able to get a submission victory over Gothika in a tag match where she teamed up with Vixen to take on The Fallen, let???s see if she can have similar fortunes tonight!
She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.
Justin: Introducing the challenger???.
The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.
Tonight We Ride On Clouds of Fire
We're Damned by Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight
The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.
Justin: Being accompanied by Raynin and Darknyss, from Detroit Michigan, she is one half of The Fallen, Gothika!
Simone: This is hardly fair!
Adams: Gothika???s tough enough on her own but with Raynin and Darknyss in her corner we may see a new champion crowned tonight!
The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through the Night
We Built an Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
but We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us
Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.
But Now We Must Fly
Beasts in the Night
Tragic In the Sky
Battlefield in Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories of the Slain
Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring; however they never get a chance to finish their entrance as Roxi hits Gothika with a suicide dive!
Simone: Roxi is taking the fight to Gothika!
Adams: Against someone like her you have to do just that!
Raynin is quick to run over to where Gothika is and tries to get Roxi, who is on top of Gothika and firing rights and lefts at the challenger???s head, off of Gothika but Drew Patton orders her away and orders the two competing Bombshells back into the ring, Roxi eventually complies and rolls Gothika into the ring and as soon as she enters the ring herself Drew signals for the bell.
Simone: Roxi???s getting the ball rolling early.
Adams: Against The Fallen there???s little else she can do.
Roxi goes for the first cover off the match 1???..2???..kickout by Gothika, Roxi gets to her feet bringing Gothika up with her but Gothika surprises her with some powerful blows to her exposed midsection before hitting the champion with a Double Underhook DDT, Gothika goes for the cover 1???.2???.kickout by Roxi, Gothika doesn???t waste any time in letting her displeasure known and neither does her allies in The Fallen at ringside!
Simone: Drew had better do something about them before they interfere!
Adams: I think he heard you!
Drew leans in through the ropes and ejects Raynin and Darknyss from ringside to the obvious delight off the crowd, The Fallen couldn???t be less unhappy about this if they tried as Drew is argued with by Raynin and Darknyss on the outside of the ring and Gothika on the inside off the ring, they eventually comply when Drew makes it clear that he will disqualify Gothika if they don???t head to the back but it???s clear that none of the three women are happy about this???.and Roxi uses the distraction to go for a roll-up! 1???.2???.kickout!
Simone: Drew almost cost Gothika the match!
Adams: You???d think he would???ve learned from the Team Erik Debacle!
Roxi and Gothika quickly get to their feet and start brawling with each other without much advantage going to either side of the brawl, Roxi eventually ducks under a right hand by Gothika, springboards off the ropes and hits her with a hurricanrana! Roxi goes for another cover 1???.2???..kickout by Gothika just in the nick of time.
Simone: Neither champion nor challenger have a clear advantage right now!
Adams: That???ll change soon and that???s why SCW has the best women???s division in wrestling!
Simone: I thought you said that was because we have Roxanne and Lizzie Short?
Jason quickly shuts up as the action continues inside the ring, Roxi is up on the turnbuckle looking for a high flying move whilst Gothika stumbles around clearly still feeling the effects of the Hurricanrana by Roxi, Gothika turns around and Roxi leaps off the ropes with a beautiful high cross body! Roxi goes for another cover 1???.2???.Gothika reverses it into a roll-up and grabs Roxi???s tights! 1???.2???.and is caught by Drew!
Simone: I think I???ve lost count of the amount of nearfalls in this match!
Adams: Whoever walks out the champion will have definitely earned her title!
Both Bombshells gets back to their feet and, after being told off for cheating by Drew, Gothika turns around and tries to cheap shot Roxi but Roxi uses her speed to duck under it and hit her with a high dropkick to the jaw that sends Gothika flying to the outside! Gothika pounds the ring apron in frustration as Roxi gets ready for another suicide dive.
Simone: It worked before but will Gothika be ready for it this time?
Adams: There???s your answer!
Roxi leaps for the suicide dive but Gothika sees it coming this time and ducks out of the way leaving Roxi to eat nothing but sand on the landing! Gothika quickly picks up the challenger and rolls her into the ring before following her in, rather than go for a cover Gothika smirks and makes the cut-throat motion with her thumb.
Simone: Gothika may be looking to end it!
Adams: That???s what she???s doing! Gothika has Roxi hooked up for the Sweet Surrender!
Gothika goes to bite Roxi on the shoulder but Roxi pushes her off before Gothika???s teeth can get close enough, Gothika tries to use this opportunity to hit another one of her finishers, namely Pure Domination, but Roxi sees the Scissors Kick attempt coming and hits her with a thunderous Superkick off of the rebound!
Simone: Oh my god! Gothika may be out cold!
Adams: And the same can be said for Roxi!
Both Bombshells are down and out as Drew starts the ten count, the crowd counts along with Drew as he reaches seven before Roxi goes for a cover 1???.2???.kickout by Gothika! The crowd pops for this and the Bombshell Champion is clearly shocked that that Superkick didn???t score her the pinfall!
Simone: What will it take to end this match!
Adams: I think Roxi might know! She???s going for the Reality Bites Lionsault!
Roxi runs to the ropes and leaps looking to hit her trademark move but Gothika has her well scouted enough to get her knees up just in time, Roxi clutches her stomach in pain as Gothika gets to her feet, spins the champion around and hits her with The Sacrifice!
Simone: Gothika has hit The Sacrifice!
Adams: We have a new Bombshell Champion!
Gothika quickly goes for the cover 1???.2???.KICKOUT BY ROXI JOHNSON!
Simone: How did she kickout!?
Adams: Her title???s on the line! That???s how!
Gothika is clearly upset about this development and goes for another cover 1???.2???.kickout by Roxi again! The crowd goes nuts with ???This Is Awesome??? chants as Gothika argues with Drew over a slow three count but Drew is having none of it, Gothika instead picks up Roxi???s prone form and sets her up for another STO!
Simone: If Gothika hits this it???s all over!
Adams: Kicking out of one of her finishers was impressive enough but two?
Gothika wastes too much time however as Roxi is able to grab hold off her arm and surprise Gothika with a Cross Arm Breaker! Drew quickly gets into position and asks Gothika if she wants to tap out but the challenger is having none of it and struggles to get to the nearest set of ropes, she eventually does and Drew forces Roxi to let go off Gothika???s arm.
Simone: Roxi clearly surprised her with the Cross Arm Breaker but Gothika was able to recover and she is still in the match.
Adams: And what a match it is!
Roxi rolls out of the ring and to the apron apparently going for a high flying move as Gothika gets to her feet, Gothika is back on her feet and Roxi leaps hitting Gothika with a Springboard Dropkick but catching Drew in the process!
Simone: Springboard Dropkick following by The Ray of Hope! This is how the Tag Team Match between Vixen and Roxi and The Fallen ended two weeks ago!
Adams: But Drew???s out cold!
Roxi quickly realizes what she???s done as Gothika is tapping out but there???s no bell being sounded, Roxi eventually lets go and tries to wake up Drew but she doesn???t see Gothika???s teammates return to ringside!
Simone: Oh no!
Adams: Wake up Drew!
Raynin slides into the ring and spins Roxi around before hitting her with a DDT; Gothika is back on her feet and motions Raynin to the turnbuckle!
Simone: Don???t tell me they are going for The Fall from Grace?
Adams: That???s exactly what they are doing and they hit it!
Gothika attempts to go for a cover but Raynin stops her before whispering in her ear, Gothika grins before locking in The Ray of Hope!
Simone: And to add insult to injury Gothika may beat Roxi with her own finisher!
Adams: This isn???t right!
Raynin gets out of the ring as Drew comes too and sees Roxi in the submission hold, Roxi tries to fight out of it but it???s no use as she has no choice but to tap out to her own finisher!
Justin: Here???s your winner by submission and NEEEEEW Bombshell Champion Gothika!
Simone: Roxi had a great reign with that belt but it???s been tainted by how it ended!
Adams: Here???s hoping we get a rematch at the next Supercard!
Gothika celebrates with her teammates whilst holding the title as Roxi glares at her.
In the back the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Kevin Carter could be seen with the championship slung over his shoulder. He was walking around like he opened the place. A ton of confidence in his step and what not. He continued to walk until he heard someone shout his name from behind him which caused him to turn around.
Amy Marshall: Kevin!
Sure enough there was aiming running towards him. He rolled his eyes as he knew this wasn't going to end very well at all for either one of them. He was quick to catch an attitude.
Kevin Carter: What the hell do you want?!
Amy Marshall: Look, I know things go a little out of hand back at home. It's just that so much is going on. So much is changing so quickly. I let my emotions get the best of me.
Kevin Carter: Oh well, shit happens.
Amy Marshall: Legit Kev stop with that attitude. I don't want to fight or argue. I realized how much you mean to me and I know whatever our issue is we can get through it.
Kevin Carter: We can't.
Amy Marshall: Yes, we can. We just have to try.
Kevin Carter: That's it Amy, you aren't getting it. I'm done trying. I'm done with this relationship. I'm done with you and I don't know how to make it any ...
Amy Marshall: Just stop Kev and listen to me for once.
Kevin Carter: No, you stop and listen to me. I said what I meant when I left the house this week. There's no wedding, no engamenet, and no relationship period because... BITCH, IT'S OVER!
Turning around quite quickly Kevin stormed off away from her. Amy stood there shocked once again because she truly believed that this was going to work out and trying to be reasonable was going to make the best out of this. Soon this shocked looked turned into more of a pissed off look as she glared in the direction the champion went in until the cameras faded elsewhere.
Justin: The following contest is the main event of the evening and is for the SCW Heavyweight championship!
The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from ???Burning Down The House??? by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as ???Mr. Showtime??? Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.
Crowd: POP!
Adams: Trinidad say hello to your next Heavyweight Champion. He is the Main Event Maker???.say hello to Mr. Showtime!
Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long black wrestling tights with three white nautical stars on each leg and black boots which have black kick-pads on the front which have the ???Male??? symbol on them in white. He is wearing black wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his ???Male Symbol??? logo on the front and ???Man Of The People??? written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.
#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house
Adams: It???s been a long time in the making, Belinda but tonight Green finally gets a real shot at the title
Simone: He???ll have to go through Kevin Carter if he wants that gold, Jason.
Adams: I wouldn???t be surprised if we have an early Match of the Year candidate.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger???.weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago???s own, he is The Man of the People??????Mr. Showtime???.. Drake Green!.
Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone. .
Drake: Helloooo Trinidad!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!
Crowd: Even louder POP!
Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: People of Trinidad, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!
Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd.
Drake: This is what we???ve been waiting for people. This is the last stop on board the Heavyweight Championship express. Tonight???we make history.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
Drake mouths the words ???THANK YOU??? to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and eagerly awaits his opponent, the Heavyweight Champion.
Adams: The challenger looks in a determined mood tonight.
The arena lights begin to dim down until the arena has gone completely dark. Then the opening to "Moment of Clarity" could be heard playing throughout the arena. This caused the crowd to react a little bit. The moment the lights came back on there stood Kevin Carter at the top of the ramp, with the SCW heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder, just looking around the arena with a smug look on his face. It didn't take long before the crowd let their opinions be known. Popping insanely loud for his appearance.
Justin: "Making his way to the ring at this time. He hails from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in tonight at 225 pounds, He is the Main Attraction: KEEEEEVINNNNN CAAAAAAAAARTTTTER!"
Kevin had made his way up the steps and made his way across the ring apron. In a rather cocky manner he slipped through the ropes and went right to one of the corners. He proceeded to climb it to the second rope and held his hands out at his sides leaning his head back almost as if he was telling the crowd to bow to him. Seconds later he leaped down as he began to remove his jacket tossing it to the outside. That's when he leaned into the corner turning his attention to the entrance way as his music died down.
Kevin hands the heavyweight championship to Jasmine, and she holds it in the air. She hands it to Justin and he takes it out of the ring. Jasmine calls for the bell
DING DING DING!
As soon as the bell rings, Drake uncharacteristically charges at the champion and lifts him off his feet and starts to nail Carter in the side of the head with hard right hand.
Simone: Carter did some bad things to Drake's family.
Drake nails harder shots and the ref counts, but Drake ignores Jasmine. Jasmine moves down and pulls Drake off from Kevin.
Adams: Drake risking a very early DQ.
Drake waits for Kevin to get to his feet and charges at him, lifting him up and slamming him down on his back. Drake lifts an elbow and plants it on to Kevin's forehead. Drake gets back to his feet and waits for Kevin to return to his before lifting him over with a northern lights suplex, dropping Kevin on his back again. Drake releases it and returns to his feet, standing to Carter's side. Drake jumps in the air and crashes down with a two legged leg drop, one leg landing on Carter's head, the other on Carter's chest. Drake stays in that position and reaches down, grabbing Carter's arm and pulling it backwards and wrapping his legs around Carter's arm, pulling back and trying to hyper extend Kevin's elbow. Kevin tries to wiggle on to his side, slowly moving and causing Drake's legs to fold. Carter reaches with his right hand and nails Drake Green with a shot to the side of the head, quickly followed by a second, and a quick third, forcing Drake to break the armbar. Drake rolls over and gets to his knees as Carter scrambles to his feet. Drake pounces, attempting an explosive clothesline, but Carter ducks the arm and grabs Drake by the back of the head and drops him down to the canvas with a neckbreaker.
Simone: Love him or hate him, that was a great reversal from Kevin Carter.
Carter shakes his head, shaking off the effects of Drake's recent attacks and get to his feet. He waits behind Drake as Drake gets to his feet. Carter puts Drake in a headlock.
Adams: The dreaded headlock!
Carter jumps and crashes Drake face first with a standing bulldog. Carter keeps the headlock locked tightly on and gets to his feet again, pulling Drake to his feet once more. Carter raises his free hand and drops Drake with a second bulldog. Carter releases Drake, but puts his elbow in to the back of Drake's head, pushing down on it and posing for the fans. Carter gets a mixed reaction before returning to his feet. He leans backwards on the ropes before moving forward and jumping in the air and catching Drake with a pin point knee drop to the back of his head. Carter returns once more to his feet.
Simone: The champion is in control of the match.
Carter stands up, waiting for Drake to return to his feet. As Drake does, Carter moves to Drake's side, hooking him up for a Russian legsweep, but drops the challenger forward on to his face! Carter rolls Drake over and goes for the cover. Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
Drake gets a shoulder up!
Adams: Carter should know he can't put away a challenger like Drake Green so easy.
Carter pulls Drake to his feet and holds him with a hand behind his head before pulling back his right hand and swings it towards Drake's head, but Drake ducks the hand and moves behind Carter and lifts him up in an atomic drop position and walks him towards the ropes and drops him crotch first on the top rope.
Adams: Every man in the arena just grabbed their own midsection.
Drake smiles as he runs towards the ropes, jumping up and using the middle rope as a springboard and spins in midair, catching Carter on the side of the head with a flying enziguri and knocking the champion over the top rope and to the floor!
Simone: Drake taking it to the champion.
Drake stands in the ring, waiting for Kevin to get to his feet outside the ring. As Kevin does, Drake grabs the top rope and pulls himself over with a cannonball, landing on Kevin's upper body and knocking him to the floor.
Adams: Drake putting it all on the line.
Drake stands up first, the fans cheering Mr Showtime on as he picks Kevin Carter to his feet. Drake takes Kevin by the wrist and throws him towards the ring, but Carter quickly slides in to the ring and gets to his feet. As Drake turns towards the ring. Carter holds the top rope and jumps, sliding his legs between the top and middle rope and kicking Drake in the face. Drake stumbles away as Kevin lands on the ring apron and pulls the rest of his body out of the ring and stands on the ring apron. Kevin dives off the ring apron and catches Drake with a high crossbody as the challenger turns around!
Simone: Both men putting everything on the line.
Adams: I'd expect nothing less from these two.
Carter returns to his feet and pulls Drake up with him, rolling him in to the ring. Carter gets on the ring apron and grips the top rope. Carter flips over with a flipping legdrop, but Drake rolls out of the way! Drake gets to his feet first, and Carter gets to his knees. Drake puts a hand on Carter's back and jumps in the air, and drops his leg over Carter's head and plants him face first in to the floor!
Simone: Famasser!
Drake rolls Kevin on to his back and goes for the cover. Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
Carter kicks out!
Adams: We nearly had a new champion!
Drake returns to his feet and looks at the corner. Drake moves towards the corner but wolf whistles are heard.
Simone: Who's this?
A woman walks down the ramp and towards the ring.
Adams: That's Carter's new friend, Savannah A'Costa!
Carter looks outside the ring, to see Savannah, Carter calls Jasmine, forcing her to turn away from the entrance ramp, complaining about Drake. Drake looks confused in the ring, but Savannah, quickly climbs the ring steps and pushes Drake's legs, crotching him on the turnbuckle.
Simone: That's low.
Adams: Very low, right in the nu...
Simone: Jason!
Carter winks at Savannah as she drops to the floor. Carter breezes past Jasmine and quickly moves towards Drake, climbing on the second rope. Carter lifts Drake to his feet and lifts him over and off the top rope with a superplex!
Simone: Oh my God!
Carter rolls on top of Drake. Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
Drake barely gets a shoulder up.
Simone: Everyone thought this one was over!
Adams: I'm part of that everyone!
Kevin sits up, running his fingers through his long hair and gets to his feet. He leans against the ropes and waits for Drake to get to his feet. Drake slowly gets on to his knees and Carter urges him up with his hand. Drake turns with his back to Carter, slowly circling around. As Drake turns around, Carter leaps at him with a superkick.
Simone: One Man Band!
Drake ducks the one man band and spins Carter around, kicking him hard in the gut and hooking up his arms before dropping Kevin with a double underhook DDT!
Adams: Show's Over! We're gonna have a new champion!
Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
Carter just kicks out! The crowd gasp in shock!
Simone: Carter just kicked out of Drake's finisher move.
Adams: That move has put away so many superstars, but the Champion just kicked out of it!
The whisper of shock echoes around the arena and the look on Drake's face matches the surprise in the crowd. Drake runs his hands over his head as he gets to his feet. Drake leans back on the ropes, trying to catch his breath. Carter rolls on to his knees, but Savannah grabs hold of Drake's foot.
Simone: Someone wanna get her out of here?
Drake looks down at Savannah, gripping his ankle and wiggles his foot clear. As he turns around, Carter nails Drake in the face with the One Man Band!
Adams: Carter could have shattered Drake's jaw!
Drake flops to the floor and Carter drops and rolls him on to his back and goes for the cover, hooking Drake's leg. Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
Drake flips up his shoulder at the last second.
Adams: Drake kicked out of the One Man Band! That's never been done before!
A "holy shit" chant echoes around the arena, followed by a "This is awesome!" chant. Both Drake and Kevin lay on the floor, breathing heavy.
Simone: These two are throwing everything at each other.
Adams: Even the kitchen sink.
Both men start to stir, rolling away from each other and to the opposite sides of the ring. Both men reaching for the ropes and pulling themselves to their feet. Both men stare across the ring at each other and burst in to the middle of the ring, trading shots at each other, both men landing with solid rights. Drake ducks one of Kevin's hard shot's and hooks up his arm and drops him down with a complete shot! Kevin rolls over and gets to his knees, but Drake returns to his feet. Kevin swings his arm and sweeps away Drake's legs and sending him on to his back. Drake rolls over and gets back to his feet but Carter is also up and moves towards Drake but Drake quickly jumps in the air and nails Carter with a codebreaker!
Simone: Showstopper!
Drake stands up and moves towards Kevin. He pulls Kevin to his feet but Kevin quickly kicks Drake in the gut, and hooks him up.
Simone: Kevin could be looking for The Main Attraction. Carter tries to flip over but Drake stands up straight, holding Kevin in the air. Drake shifts his arm to Kevin's head and drops him down with a dreamer driver! Drake wastes no time, pulling Kevin back to his feet and underhooking his arms before dropping him on his head.
Simone: Show's Over for the second time!
A tired Drake rolls Kevin on to his back and hooks the leg. Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, AND NEW SCW Heavyweight champion.... Drake Green!
Adams: Drake Green has done it! Drake Green is the new SCW Heavyweight champion!
Simone: It took two finishers to put away Kevin Carter.
The SCW heavyweight championship is handed to Drake and he raises it in the air to cheers from the fans.
Simone: What an amazing night, and what a great end to the SCW tour, we will see you back on home soil in two weeks time.
The scene fades out to Drake Green holding the SCW Heavyweight championship above his head.
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Maggie, Sam, Mike, Court, MK, Mete, Goth, Simon Jones, Amy Marshall, Kevin Carter, Casey, also to Vixen, for the great match banners and award images.