The Sahara Park Newlands in Cape Town, South Africa is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.
"SCW!"
Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Cape Town, South Africa, and welcome to the grabd finale of our African Tour, and SCW Chaos In Cape Town! Now please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The beat of the music plays over the sound system and Amanda Hugginkiss steps out onto the stage in a classic female viking outfit complete with a horned helmet and matching brazierre, and a flowing white gown. She's carrying a spear in one hand and a gigantic bra in the other.
Amanda: This next story is a true story.
Otto Titsling, inventor and kraut, had nothing to get very worked up about.
One night at the opera he saw an Aida who's tits were so big they would often impede her.
Oh, my god! There she blows!
For Otto Titsling had found his quest:
Every night he'd sweat and snort searching for the right support.
Well, he stitched and he slaved and he slaved and he stitched
Exhausted but ecstatic he ran down the street to the diva's house bearing the prototype in his hot little hand.
But little did Otto know, at the moment of his greatest triumph,
Later that night, while our Brun Hilda slept,
Crying, "Oh, my god! What joy! What bliss!
The result of this swindle is pointedly clear:
It concerns two of my favorite subjects: industrial theft . . . and tits!
Mmm, what a combo! This is the story . . .
The inventor of the modern foundation garment that we women wear today was a German scientist and opera lover by the name of Otto Titsling!
This is a true story.
His name was Otto Titsling.
What happened to Otto Titsling shouldn't happen to a schnauzer.
It's a very sad story. I feel I have to share it with you.
His inventions were failures, his future seemed bleak.
He fled to the opera at least twice a week.
Bug-eyed he watched her fall into the pit, done in by the weight of those terrible tits.
Aerodynamically this bitch was a mess.
Otto eyeballed the diva lying comatose amongst the reeds,
and he suddenly felt the fire of inspiration flood his soul. He knew what he had to do!
He ran back to his workshop where he futzed and futzed and futzed.
to lift and mold the female breast;
to point the small ones to the sky;
to keep the big ones high and dry!
He tried some string and paper clips.
Hey! He even tried his own two lips!
until finally one night, in the wee hours of morning, Otto arose from his workbench triumphant.
Yes! He had invented the worlds first over-the-shoulder-boulder-holder. Hooray!
Now, the diva did not want to try the darn thing on.
But, after many initial mishaps, she finally did.
And the sigh of relief that issued forth from the diva's mouth was so loud that it was mistaken by some to be the early onset of the Siroccan Winds which would often roll through the Schwarzwald with a vengeance!
Ahhhhh-i!
lurking under the diva's bed was none other than the very worst of the French patent thieves,
Philippe DeBrassiere.
And Phil was watching the scene with a great deal of interest!
into the wardrobe Philippe softly crept.
He fumbled through knickers and corsets galore,
'til he found Otto's titsling and he ran out the door.
I'm gonna make me a million from this!
Every woman in the world will wanna buy one.
I can have all the goods manufactured in Taiwan."
Do you buy a titsling or do you buy a brassiere?
The song ends and the crowd cheers as Amanda blows kisses before vanishing backstage behind the curtains.
Simone: What an amazing turn out for tonight’s Super Card, Chaos in Cape Town! I am Belinda Simone!
Adams: And I’m everyone’s favorite color commentator, JAAAAAAAAAAASOOOOOOOOON AAAAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAA… Why are you looking at me like that?
Simone: You’re about as intelligent as Table Rock… Or am I being too nice?
Adams: You? Nice? Of course! You’ve never said a mean word to me in your life.
Simone: Aaaaanyway… We’ve got a loaded card for you tonight. FOURTEEN… BIG… matches to satiate you.
Adams: It really will be chaos tonight in Cap Toon…
Simone: Ummm, Cape Town?
Adams: I can’t read these note cards that Erik Staggs made up for me. His handwriting is horrible.
Simone: First up tonight, we’ve got a feud that has been brewing since before Blaze of Glory III, and it is finally coming to a head tonight! The Mean Girls, Delia and Veronica Taylor, will take on the team of Amy Marshall and Karina Koji.
Adams: There has been a lot of hate between these four ladies, and lots of wasted lipstick. They finally have their chance to get their hands on each other in tag team action, tonight!
Simone: Next up, we see three newcomers getting a chance to claim Contendership to the SCW Roulette Championship, as Horace Jackson takes on Crash, and Hot Stuff International’s very own Wrath!
Adams: HSI has taken SCW by storm, threatening NXT…
Simone: That’s a lot of acronyms!
Adams: Heh? Anyway, Wrath will have his hands full with The Beast From the Southeast, and a man with real star potential in Matthew “Crash” Carson. Who will have what it takes to earn a shot at the title?
Simone: We’ll have to wait and see! After that, we’ve got the oddball match up of Jericho Hill against Seven Deadly Sins’ own Rage!
Adams: Two looney toons fighting it out just for the heck of it! Rage said it himself, Jericho Hill is a whole new brand of crazy. Will Rage be able to overcome the most unpredictable man SCW has seen recently?
Simone: The Bombshells return to action as we see Emma Rose defend her Bombshell Roulette Championship against, not one, not two, but three other Bombshells!
Adams: Mercedes Vargas has made her intentions crystal clear to Emma, unlike “The Nurse” Cynthia Warren. But, perhaps the message came loudest from Emma’s former Tag Team partner, Joanne Canelli. All three ladies are top notch, but will it be enough to take down Emma Rose?
Simone: Who knows? After that, we see the God of Terror, Deimos, taking on the returning “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin…
Adams: We haven’t heard much from Hardin lately. Perhaps he’s kept an eye on Sin City Wrestle, and has seen the destruction Deimos has unleashed on SCW? Or maybe he has exactly what it takes to prove that Deimos is nothing but a man with a funky looking headpiece!
Simone: Half of this card is bitter grudge matches, and this one is one of the most heated. Odette Stevens takes on NXT’s Jessie Salco.
Adams: Odette Stevens shocked the world at Blaze of Glory III when she turned on her Blast From the Past partner, Steve Ramone. And in the process, turning her back on the fans, and officially rubbing it in the faces of NXT. Jessie Salco had a few things to say about that, and a couple of attacks later, we finally get to see them battle it out!
Simone: And the hits just keep on coming as we see “Wrestling’s Pedigree” Max Burke takes on the ever arrogant Gene Banton Junior for the Number One Contendership to the SCW Heavyweight Championship.
Adams: Max Burke has been looking for a chance to go after the SCW Heavyweight Championship ever since he came up just a little short of taking it off of Giani Di Luca at My Bloody Valentine. But, he’s got his work cut out for him when he takes on a man who is no stranger to the ring, in Gene Banton Junior.
Simone: Talk about a Cluster F….untime of a match, we have our Tag Team Championship Match where champions Joshua Acquin and Lucian Frost defend against Team NXT’s Jon Dough and Connor Murphy, Guns For Hire, and the undefeated Bosom Buddies!
Adams: What a match indeed, Belinda! As you said, Boson Buddies are undefeated as a tag team here in SCW, having a victory over Team NXT on this tour. But, the champions also have a win over Guns For Hire. The outcome of this match is anyone’s guess.
Simone: And yet another Grudge Match! This time it is a Barbed Wire Street Fight between The Enigma, Michael Hardy and Duke Ata Tupoi!
Adams: This one could very well steal the show for the violence that is guaranteed. Not to mention, the hatred between Hardy and the members of Hot Stuff International will only elevate what the leader of the Creatures will be willing to do to get the win! But he’s got a BIIIIIG challenge on his hands here.
Simone: Speaking of hatred, we’ve never seen such a build up of animosity in such a short period of time, as we’ve seen over the last week between “The King of Kings” Kain and “The Honorable Warrior” Andrew Garcia…
Adams: The Orange Hulk want SMASH! He has gone as far as to call out Kain’s family, and Kain did not react well to that one as he took to Twitter, promising to end Garcia for good. Add the Roulette Wheel to this match, and we have another possible show stealer!
Simone: Speaking of family ties… we will find ourselves entering the Lion’s Den for the first time in SCW History as Gabriel takes on Steve Ramone in, you guessed it… a GRUDGE MATCH!
Adams: Talk about a grudge! These two have perhaps given a new meaning to the word when Gabriel kidnapped Steve Ramone’s family and threatened to erase him from their memories. Then, he nearly injured Steve’s Brother In-Law to top it off. He wants to see Steve Ramone give it everything he’s got, or he’s just that twisted?
Simone: My bet is on the latter… And how could you top off a match like that? Anywhere else, it would be impossible, but not in SCW! We say farewell to the legend who signs my paychecks, “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward, as he takes on another legend, Austin Parker!
Adams: Mark Ward says that Austin Parker has taught him a lot of what he’s learned about this industry, and therefore, he knows he will defeat Austin. Austin has been in the business for quite some time. Does Austin have a few tricks left up his sleeve that he didn’t share with Mark? This match is anyone’s guess!
Simone: One of the most controversial matches on the card comes as we see the newly crowned Bombshell Champion, Roxi Johnson, take on newcomer Electra Styles, with Number One Contender, Brandi Shotze as the guest referee…
Adams: Some have said that Electra is in a prime position to jump into the line, so to speak, but nobody could have ever imagined that Roxi would upset and unseat Vixen as the Bombshell Champion. Electra has made it clear that, belt or no belt, she plans to knock some sense into Roxi Johnson and bring back the hero we all know and love. Will she be successful?
Simone: I just want to see Cyrus pack up and leave! With a card like this, how exactly do you top it off? Why, the way only SCW can! A Title Versus Title, unification match! SCW Heavyweight Champion, Simon Jones, takes on ACW Champion, Sean Jackson.
Adams: Simon Jones was awarded the opportunity to hand pick his opponent for Chaos In Cape Town, and a few people were rolling around in his mind. That was, until Sean Jackson decided to rub the ACW title, and some pretty hefty insults in Simon’s face. Simon says that he wants the ACW title to be retired by someone who contributed to ACW’s success, such as himself. Regardless of intentions, does Simon have what it takes to keep the gold he has? Or will Sean surprise everyone and rise even taller amongst the ranks as the SCW Heavyweight Champion?
Simone: There is only one way to find out, and that is to stay tuned to this epic show!
Adams: And, here weeeee goooooooooooo!!!
*Earlier Today*
The scene opens inside the Sahara Park Newlands, where we see Amy sitting inside the wrestling ring wearing a vintage loose fitting blondie t-shirt, black skinny jeans and converse hi-tops and behind her is the view of table mountain and Devils peak looming, as she soaks in the sun for a few moments before giving her attention to the camera opposite her.
Amy:The time for bad mouthing and insulting each other will be soon over, as we step into this ring and do battle and whatever happens the better team won. And that better team will be Karina and myself – yes she has been silent all this week and yes I did criticise her on twitter, but I stand by those comments but the thing is, she always gets the job done when inside the wrestling ring and I just hope she doesn’t let me down tonight.
But lets for a moment touch on the word – Wrestling – Did you know my last decent feud was against Mercedes Vargas and that was about pure wrestling and about whether I pinned her or not and our history. Yet the sad thing about this feud its more about peoples appearance, personal hygiene, make-up and other stupid pointless immaterial bullshit.
Congratulations Delia and Veronica… you have turned wrestling, this company, Karina and myself into a complete jokes and you know what, once this match is done… I am moving on from you retarded sheep and finding myself something more intellectual and stimulating than what is this season’s trend or what you two think of stuff.
So good luck and I hope to god I don’t have to say or do anything to be near you after tonight.
Amy stands to her feet and climbs out of the ring and takes the long walk towards the car park. The scene fades on Amy as she leaves the field and heads towards the exit.
As Chaos in Cape town is moments away from starting, the camera shows Sean Jackson driving a rented jet black Cadillac Escalade up Campground Road. He looks fully confident that after tonight, wrestling immortality will be his for the taking. It's just like the Sean Jackson promo from last week with one exception, he isn't alone. Sitting on the passenger side is Marshall Owens, which will come as a total surprise to Vanessa's dark master.
From where Sean sits, he can clearly see the stadium on the left as well as the intersection with Mariendahl Avenue and Travers Road. However, what he doesn't see is three Al Qaeda operatives who are ready to ambush him at those same intersections. Their plan is simple, cause a diversion and once Sean brings his vehicle to a stop, they will kill him with automatic weapons.
Jackson: "Oh Simon, Simon, Simon. How does it feel to know that your short title reign ends tonight?"
This brings a smile to Marshall's face. The defeat of Simon Jones will most definitely get Vanessa off the rag. So to speak.
Marshall: "I bet he won't even know what hits him."
The stadium is home to the Cape Cobras, which is pretty ironic considering how Sean struck down Simon Jones at Climax Control.
Jackson: "Better yet, how did it feel to know that when you finally woke up, you realized that your title reign was over?"
All of a sudden, traffic begins to back up. As Sean begins to slow down, the three terrorists Haid D'Salaami, Hous bin Pharteen and I-Zheet M'Drurz take their positions and raise their weapons.
Jackson: "Now believe me Simon, this isn't anything personal towards you. It's strictly business, business as pertaining to Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Hot Stuff International. Now granted, maybe you mistook my actions at Climax Control to be personal, but nothing could be further from the truth. It was business because I had to show you, I had to show you that there was something out there bigger than you...."
Sean takes a deep breath.
Jackson: "Bigger than me even, and that was HSI. Now I know what you're thinking Simon, how can HSI be bigger than us? Well that is simple, and here it is."
Before Sean has a chance to say anything else, out of the corner of his eye he sees Haid coming up fast on his left, from the intersection with Travers Road. As the terrorist raises his assault rifle to begin firing, the barrel falls completely off.
Jackson: "What in the world?"
Hous also comes out of hiding and as he pulls the trigger, a flag comes popping out with the word *boom* on it. I-Zheet comes out of hiding and when he pulls the trigger, water flows backwards into his face. A real life case of the Al Qaeda three stooges.
Jackson: "Boy, when Cape town goes all out, they really go all out."
Marshall: "What do you expect? they're idiots over here."
As the traffic begins to move, Sean follows suit, even poking his head out of the window.
Jackson: "Hey dumbass, the three stooges are an AMERICAN classic. Next time get some better actors because you guys suck."
Marshall: "You tell em Sean."
The scene ends with the vehicle continuing its way to the stadium.
The cameras find their way backstage at the Sahara Park Newlands stadium to see Angelica walking on her own. She has a smirk on her face as she approaches the Women’s Locker Room. As she opens the door, she comes to find a dressing divider set up with some rather plain looking clothes hanging over the side of it. As if it were a door, Angelica gives it a gentle knock.
Angelica: Are you almost ready, Delia? The show just started and they’re waiting on you…
Delia: Just a moment, darling! You know I have to look perfect when I go out z’ere…
Angelica rolls her eyes as she leans against the divider, seeming to be rather impatient. Delia almost seems to be able to sense her annoyance as she scoffs.
Delia: You know everys’ing needs to be executed perfectly, Angie! I refuse to go out z’ere looking a mess like Amy Marshall…
Angelica: Well, try to be a little quicker about achieving perfection, okay? I’m ready to get out there and watch you and Veronica win for once.
Delia pauses for a moment which seems rather unusual for her. Angelica doesn’t hear any movement and she scoffs again. Delia reaches over, placing a dry cleaning bag over the side of the divider.
Delia: Yes… about z’at, Angie…
Angelica: About what, exactly?
Delia: About you coming out to ringside. I actually made it clear on Twitter z’at it would only be Veronica and I out at ringside, so we don’t have people accusing us of cheating yet again.
Angelica places a hand on her hip, blinking in amazement. She stares through the divider as if it weren’t even there.
Angelica: So what? Who cares what you promised on Twitter? You are better than any Bombshell in SCW. You just don’t have time to mess around with them, so you take a little help. Besides, who cares about Twitter promises? No one remembers them, anyway…
Delia: What if, just for once, I want to be taken seriously? I don’t need to hear more shit from people who s’ink I am an untalented model who only makes it by cheating her opponents. Just once, I want people to know z’at I am clearly better z’an Amy Marshall and Karina Koji.
Angelica: Fine, then I won’t get involved. I’ll just watch…
Delia: If you even look at z’em funny, z’ey will call foul! You saw how they talk about us! Look, just sit z’is one out, and you can come out for z’e next one. Just do z’is one favor for me, please?
Angelica taps her foot as she thinks it over carefully. She purses her lips together, trying to hold back an angry screaming fit. She finally takes in a deep breath and sighs it out slowly, turning away from the divider and folding her arms across her chest, pouting.
Angelica: … fine… But hurry it up, okay?
A soft chuckle is heard from Delia as Angelica leans off of the divider. She walks over to the door as we fade out.
The lights in the stadium go down as “Amazing” by Hi Fashion blares over the speakers. The audience boos as the ring crew carries the makeshift runway down the ramp. Within seconds, they attach it to the ring before scattering. We are surprised to see Veronica Taylor walk out onto the stage alone, as the Mean Girls entrance video plays. She is wearing a white sequined jacket and matching flared out pants adorned with flames around the bottom. She poses at the edge of the runway before walking it with attitude.
Simone: Are we seeing another runway presentation here? I thought we were finished with this already…
Adams: It would appear not. But I must say that this seems to be a rather weak runway for what Mean Girls typically does.
As Veronica makes it to the half way point, the curtains part quickly. The lights immediately turn from pink to a bright white. Delia appears on the stage, almost wowing the audience in her ensemble. She is not only walking out on stilts, but she is dressed like a Vegas Show Girl! Black sequins practically drip from her corseted one piece bikini. Feathers adorn her backside, flaring out around her waist. She is wearing a mask that matches her outfit with black feathers sticking out over the top of it. The feathers continue down into her platinum blonde hair. She stands there as the boos die down, and admiration takes over. She walks down the runway as if she were a pro with the stilts. Veronica stops at the ring ropes, turning around to face the oncoming Delia. Delia widens her stance slightly as she stands over Veronica. They turn toward the cameras for a pose. But, before too long, Delia sprouts sparkling black wings, much like a glamorous crow! The audience gasps.
Simone: I have to admit… this is a beautiful display.
Adams: It is almost as amazing as their Blaze of Glory display, yeah?
Delia seems to take in the admiration for a moment too long. She balances herself on the stilts as Veronica gets inside of the ring. She spins around, dropping one stilt in the process before catapulting herself over the top rope and into the ring. She lands in a graceful stance, posing before dropping the wings from her back. The ring crew begins to take apart the runway, and gathering Delia’s extras as Veronica walks over to the ropes to get a microphone from Justin Decent. She pauses for a moment before looking over to Delia as the music fades out.
Veronica: Listen to that, Delia… Are they actually showing us some respect? It’s about time… But, that’s what happens when you flash something shiny in front of stupid people, I guess…
The crowd boos, and a smile flashes over her face. She laughs into the microphone briefly before looking out into the crowd.
Veronica: Hey, it’s not my fault that you people are so easily distracted. We wear shiny clothes, and you forget that we are the Mean Girls. You forgot that you boo us, and disrespect us week in and week out. You forgot that we are the most hated Bombshells in SCW… just because we were shining bright like a diamond. But then, when we reminded you who we are, your jealousy came flooding back. Look at the ratchet in the third row. Honey, food stains on your shirt are so 80’s slob. Is that nacho cheese, or mustard?
Delia tilts her head back, chuckling at Veronica’s quip. She stands up from her pose, having appeased the audience enough for one lifetime. She walks over to Veronica and holds her hand out for the microphone. .
Crowd: FIRST CLASS ASSHOLES! FIRST CLASS ASSHOLES! FIRST CLASS ASSHOLES!
Delia: My, my, such a vain city, always talking about yourselves… Assholes are dirty, like much of z’is continent. Assholes are dirty, like Amy Marshall and Karina Koji. Z’is time next week, you will not even remember z’eir names. You will remember one s’ing about z’is moment, and it will not be between z’e toll of z’e ring bell.
Simone: What the blue hell is she talking about?
Adams: Why don’t you zip your lips and wait to find out?
Delia: As Ms. Taylor pointed out just moments ago… and I am repeating to make sure you idiots comprehend it… we are z’e most hated Bombshells of SCW. People are envious of our brains, our beauty, and our talent. We have decided z’at we will no longer surround ourselves wi’s z’e feeble minded of SCW. We will no longer deal wi’s z’e ratchets. As of right now…
Veronica drops her sequined jacket to the outside of the ring, just as Delia peels the mask off of her face, tossing it to the outside to reveal the same symbol as Veronica’s shirt painted onto her forehead… “HSI!” The crowd rains down on them with boos. Delia waves them in, as she expects this. She smiles deviously as she looks around at the shocked expressions on their faces.
Delia: Even if you walk around, making your jokes about the Mean Girls, you know z’at we are simply better z’an z’e rest of z’e Bombshell roster. We deserve to be in company wi’s z’e best of z’e best! But for now, we will settle for the Gypsy and the Punk Whore!
Delia hands the microphone back to Justin Decent who quickly announces them.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring, at a combined weight of 251 pounds, they are Delia and Veronica Taylor… THE MEEEEEAN GIRRRRRRRRRLLLLLS!!!
The crowd boos them as they continue to wave the hate upon themselves, smiling. Veronica leans over the ropes, taunting one of the fans in the front row who is showing support for Karina and Amy, standing on the bottom rope to lean over toward them.
Justin: And their opponents. Introducing first, from The Carpathian Mountains....
The arena goes black, then purple lights fill the arena. “The Ruler and the Killer” by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker and soon after it starts Karina Koji enters. She stares at the ring, seemingly unaware of the audience at first.Justin: Weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds. She is Karina Koji!
Her oversized hoody hides most of her face and she is dragging a large metal bat behind her. When she reaches the ring she lifts up her hoody and smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat aside and enters the ring.Justin: And her partner, from Juneau, Alaska
The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Scream
No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.
A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.
Amy appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.
Justin: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is Amy Marshall!
It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream
Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING!
Veronica and Amy start of the match. Veronica looks at Jacob, running her hand across his face, but Amy nails Veronica in the back.
Simone: That's what ya get when you try and get an official on your side.
Amy quickly pulls Veronica to her feet and nails her with a shot to the jaw, knocking her backwards against the ropes. Veronica charges off the ropes but Amy lifts her over with a hiptoss, throwing the First Class model across the ring. Veronica pulls herself towards the ropes. As Amy turns, she charges towards Veronica and kicks her hard in the chest. She pulls her up to her feet, but Veronica plans a thumb to the eye, right in front of Jacob Summers.
Simone: Come on ref!
Jacob warns Veronica, but Veronica tilts her head, pouting a Jacob. Veronica goes on the attack, grabbing Amy by the hair and throwing her across the ring. Amy moves towards the ropes, putting her hands on to the middle ropes to pull herself to her feet but Veronica plans a knee to Amy's back. Amy falls with her neck on the bottom rope, and Veronica puts her boot behind Amy's head, choking her across the ropes. Jacob counts to four, and pulls Veronica off of Amy, but Veronica puts her arm around Jacob's waist, kissing him on the cheek.
Adams: That guy gets all the chicks!
She steps back, holding up 5 fingers, saying she had till 5 to break.
Adams: I just think Jacob wanted to grope a model. I need to become a referee.
Veronica turns around but Amy catches her with a shot to the gut, recovered from Veronica's attacks. Amy pulls herself to her feet and smashes Veronica in the face with a quick forearm. Amy bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, catching Veronica under the chin with a flying forearm, knocking the Mean Girl back towards her corner, she reaches her hand up, tagging in Delia.
Simone: Delia in.
Delia looks at Amy up and down, shaking her head, but Amy charges at her and lifts her off her feet, slamming her down to the canvas with a shoot take down.
Adams: These two have been in a war of words for a long time. Like as long as Coca Cola had been around.
Amy throws shots towards Delia's head but Delia kicks Amy off. Delia scrambles to her feet, but Amy is up waiting for her. Amy charges towards Delia with a clothesline but Delia ducks. Amy keeps running springboarding off the ropes and charging back towards Delia. As Amy returns to Delia, Delia grabs hold of Amy's hair and slams her face first in to the floor. Delia pulls Amy up and moves behind her, wrapping her hands around for a full nelson. She picks Amy up and drops her with a full nelson slam. Delia goes for the cover.
1...
2....
Amy kicks out
Simone: Amy not going down easy.
Adams: Clearly you've never seen her working her other job.
Amy rolls over, getting back to her feet, as Delia lays in wait. Amy moves towards Delia, but Delia cuts her off with a knee to the gut. Delia grabs Amy by the head, running and dropping her with a bulldog. Delia waits for Amy to get to her feet. Slowly Amy does, and Delia aims a foot towards her head, going for the chick kick, but Amy ducks out of the way. Delia spins three hundred and sixty degrees, only to be met with a superkick to the jaw from Amy. Amy moves to the corner, climbing the ropes and turning to look down at Delia. Amy jumps off the top rope with a huge shooting star press, crashing down on Delia.
Adams: Wowzer!
Amy hooks the leg
1...
2....
Delia kicks out!
Simone: Amy took a chance and it nearly paid off.
Amy rises to her feet first, pulling up Delia and dragging her to the corner, reaching out and tagging in Karina Koji. Karina backs Delia in to the corner, slamming hard shots to her ribs. She pulls Delia out of the corner and drops her head first with a DDT, crushing her against the floor. Karina sits up, planting her elbow in to the base of Delia's neck, pushing down hard and forcing Delia's throat to the mat.
Adams: Karina showing her methodical side to her game.
Karina stands up, planting a foot on Delia's head and lifting it up, before crashing it down.
Simone: Delia's not gonna be looking too pretty come tomorrow.
Delia tries to fight her way to her knees but Karina kicks her hard in the stomach, pulling her in to a powerbomb position. She lifts Delia in to the air for a powerbomb, but Delia flips Karina over with a hurricanruna.
Adams: Reversal out of Parts Unknown.
Simone: You mean nowhere?
Adams: Right, right.
Karina sits up, surprised by Delia's move and quickly scrambles to her feet. As Karina stands up, Delia jumps in the air, and catches Karina with a flying head scissors and pulling her down to the canvas. Karina rolls towards the corner and sits up, but Delia runs towards her and jumps, landing with a bronco buster. Delia rolls backwards, pulling Karina out of the corner by her legs, to the center of the ring. She lifts Karina's legs and spins her around, throwing her across the ring with an airplane spin. Delia moves to her corner, tagging in Veronica Taylor. Veronica pulls Karina to her feet and keeps hold of her hair. Veronica moves behind Karina and drops her down across her knee.
Simone: Hair pull backbreaker from Veronica.
Adams: If she did that to Amanda Hugginkiss, she'd just end up with a handful of wig and an angry drag queen in the ring.
Veronica poses for the fan, causing them to boo, but quickly stomps on Karina. Karina rolls on her back and Veronica lifts her leg again, aiming at Karina's head but Karina catches her foot. Karina holds on to Veronica's foot and rolls on to her knees. She stands up to her feet, holding Veronica's leg and quickly whips Veronica over with a dragon screw leg whip! Karina holds on to Veronica's leg and starts to viciously kick behind the knee.
Simone: Karina's going to town
Adams: She's already in a town, Cape Town.
Karina pulls Veronica to her feet and whips her against the ropes. Veronica comes steaming back, but both women take each other out with a double clothesline.
Simone: Both women's heads bounced off the floor with that one.
Both turn crawling towards their partner, both women have their hands out. Veronica tags in Delia, but as Karina reaches out to Amy, Amy drops off the ring apron.
Simone: What the hell?
Adams: Amy clearly not happy with Karina's silence lately.
Karina stands up, yelling out to Amy, but Amy flips Karina a middle finger.
Adams: Well that's just mean.
Delia and Veronica stalk Karina. As Karina turns around, Delia kicks her in the gut, and sets her up for a powerbomb. Veronica helps Delia lifts Karina and the two slam Karina in to the turnbuckle!
Simone: Le Bitch Bomb with an assist from Veronica!
Karina falls to the floor and Delia goes for the cover.
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DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match.... THE MEAN GIRLS!
Simone: The Mean Girls have overcome their huge rivals!
Adams: This could have been different if Amy never walked out.
The scene opens on the backstage area of the arena. We soon see Joanne moving through the hallway before her match. She soon stops in front of a door and knocks.
Voice: Come in...
Joanne opens the door and there sat Emma getting ready for her match. The Bombshell Roulette Title sparkled in the bright lights, as Joanne walked in, catching a glimpse.
Emma: What are you doing here?
Joanne: I wanted to come and say good luck this week... And what I said is nothin' personal... Just business...
Emma: I figured as much. Good luck to you too Joanne. Is that all you came to say?
Joanne shakes her head, and leans against the door frame.
Joanne: No it's not... Listen I know that Necra is tryin' to get you on her side. The thing is you can't trust her no matter how nice she is.
Emma: What do you mean?
Joanne: Necra isn't to be trusted Emma. She's a snake in the grass that likes to use people to get what she wants.
Emma: I haven't really talked to her since the first time that she showed up in my locker room.
Joanne: Good... Stay away from her. She's bad news no matter how you look at it.
Emma: But...
Joanne: If you fall in with her Emma she will use you until she sees you no longer as something she can use, and then you'll be facing her wrath instead.
Emma: What makes you so sure she'll do it to me?
Joanne moves into the room a bit more, and leans down facing Emma.
Joanne: She will, all in good time Emma... She'll play with you for a while and then, she'll turn on you. I've seen it happen before, and you're no different. Just be careful... I'll see you out there...
With that Joanne walks away and heads back down the hall, leaving Emma to think about what Joanne had just told her, as the scene fades to black.
As the jet black Cadillac Escalade pulls up to the stadium, the vehicle comes to a stop in front of security. Both doors swing open and both Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens exit. As Sean grabs his gym bag, he immediately begins looking around.
Jackson: "I wonder where Vanessa is?"
Marshall shrugs as he looks into the stadium.
Marshall: "Who knows, but after some of her stunts the last couple of weeks, maybe it's good that she isn't here."
Sean forces a smile.
Jackson: "She's just a little pissed Marshall. But I'm not worried because after I defeat Simon Jones tonight, I will personally hand the combined SCW and ACW titles to Vanessa."
Marshall: "But what if....?"
Jackson: "Don't worry Marshall, this is totally a done deal."
Sean taps Marshall on the shoulder before walking away, leaving Marshall standing there, shaking his head.
Fade.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership for the SCW Roulette Championship! Introducing first, hailing from St. Louis, Missouri, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, he is… CRRRRRRRRRASHHHHHHHHHH!!!
"Yin Yang" by Ubiquitous Synergy Seeker hits the PA system loudly as the music keeps playing building up some hype, as 10 seconds hits in the song, Crash walks onto the stage as he gets on one knee in front of the stage as he holds the position for about five seconds as Crash looks up in the air he leaps into the air as pyro's fly off next to him as he then briskly walks to the ring hitting the hands of every fan that reaches out for him. Crash slides into the ring grinning profusely. He runs over to the opposite turnbuckle and leaps to the top as he points to the crowd as the fans start chanting his name, Crash hops down to the canvas and awaits his opponent.
Justin Decent: Introducing next… from Parts Unknown, standing at 6 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds, and representing Hot Stuff International, he is… WRRRRRRRRRRRATHHHHHHHH!!!
The lights in the area fall dark.
Womans Voice Jesus did not die for my sins, he died for his own.
Rev 22:20 by Puscifer begins playing twenty seconds into the song a bright light shines on Wrath standing at the entrance way looking down at the ground, smoke billows out from behind the curtain surrounding his feet. Wrath makes his way towards the ring, the spot light never leaving him and he always looking down. Wrath gets to the side of the ring as the spot light turns off, ten seconds later the spot light cuts back on in the middle of the ring Wrath is standing there looking up at the light his arms outstretched as if he crucified. He tilts his head down looking forward as the music dies out.
Justin Decent: And their opponent! Coming to us from San Antonio, Florida, standing at 6 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at 375 pounds, he is “The Beast from the Southeast”… HORRRRRRRRRRRACE JAAAAAAAAACKSOOOOOOOONNNN!!!
The arena goes dark as silver lights fill the space as a voice comes across the speakers saying "THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE." Right as that is said, the sound of light sabres fill the airwaves when little men in white suits walks out onto the stage and forms a long line down the ramp and around the ring. The light sabres fade out as "Close My Eyes Forever" strikes up and a white light shines above the entrance area. A beautiful woman walks out first as she is wearing a sparkly dress followed by a big black man with a woman by his side as well. Right as "Heaven is in the palm of my hand" is sung, Horace Jackson comes walking out dressed in his Darth Vader like gear. He stops at the top of the ramp as the crowd is going absolutely crazy. He waves to the crowd as he begins walking down the ramp. He high fives all the little kids in the front row as his wife Bridgette is clapping along with everyone. He reaches the ringside area and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He looks around the arena before stepping over the ring ropes and walking towards the center of the ring. He reaches the center of it and lifts his arms high into the air as silver and blue lights shine down on everyone. He brings his arms down as all the lights come back up. He stands with his back toward the commentators as Bridgette helps him remove his cape and vest.
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: We’ve got two powerhouses in here right now, and Crash seems to be odd man out here!
Adams: You never know about those little ones, though. Sometimes they can pack the biggest punch of all!
Immediately, Wrath goes for the smaller Crash, knocking him hard into the corner. He quickly begins bashing his shoulder into Crash, causing him to go down to the ground. He then goes for stomp after stomp on Crash. The crowd boos him as he runs his foot into Crash’s face. Horace stands back, waiting for the right opportunity. Once Wrath has Crash down in the corner, he takes a few steps back, ready to charge with a knee. However, Horace spins him around and hits him with a hard right. Wrath responds back with one of his own, but Horace goes for a thrust to the throat. As Wrath grips the bottom of his mask, Horace picks him up for an Atomic Drop. The crowd cheers as Wrath falls down to one knee.
Adams: Normally I would be surprised at how someone could do that to Wrath, given his size, but then with Horace Jackson’s size, it is no wonder!
Simone: There are reasons why he is “The Beast From the Southeast” and we just saw one of them!
Horace lifts Wrath’s face up, ready to nail him with a downward punch, but Wrath hits him in the stomach. Horace lets out a groan as he once again lifts Wrath’s face up. He is about to rain down with a punch when Wrath repeats the move. Wrath quickly stands up and lifts Horace into an Atomic Drop of his own! Horace goes down to his hands and knees, allowing Wrath to continuously club him across the back. Horace tries not to falter, keeping his arms straightened. Wrath delivers another, and Horace’s arms start to shake. Wrath goes for a forth one when Crash comes out of nowhere, using Horace like a stepping stool to jump up with a cross kick that lays Wrath out!
Crowd: *POP!*
Adams: That is exactly what I was talking about when I said that it is hard to know what to expect from the smaller guys!
Simone: I will take a note of that one. Especially after how just moments ago, he was getting stomped into the mat!
The crowd continues to go wild as Crash practically dances around the ring. He waits for Wrath to get up, ready to strike at any moment. He keeps his eyes peeled as Horace gets up to one knee. He charges over to Horace, ready to deliver a knee, when Horace catches him. He sets him down with a Kneeling Powerbomb, pressing down for the pin. Jasmine comes sliding in for the count.
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2!KICKOUT!
Belinda; The first pin attempt of the match, but Crash wiggled his way out of it.
Adams: And he’s already on his feet, and… OH!
Before Jackson has enough time to get to his feet, Crash comes flying over with a Shining Wizard kick. Horace falls onto his back. Crash doesn’t have any time to celebrate as Wrath scoops him up from behind and lifts him up above his head. Within a second, he simply drops Crash behind him. As Crash bounces off of the mat, Wrath rolls him over onto his back, stepping onto his chest as he crosses over. He looks around as the audience boos him, and he simply disregards them. He lifts Crash off of the mat and sends him flying into the ropes. As Crash comes back, he lifts him up for a Flapjack that almost shakes the ring!
Adams: I’m used to seeing Crash fly around the ring, but not like this!
Simone: He’s met the mat more times than I can count!
Adams: You can’t count to “two”? And people say I’m dense…
Wrath goes to lift Crash off of the mat, but Horace comes crashing into him with a hard Shoulder butt. Horace lifts Wrath off of the mat and sends him flying into the ropes. As he comes back, Horace hits him with the Empire Clothesline. Wrath falls back, and Horace drops down with a well placed Elbow Drop to his chest. He mounts Wrath and begins punching away at his face, slow but precise. Wrath begins shielding his face, deflecting the punches. He rolls Horace off of him and backs up, finding his way to his feet. Horace tries to make his way over to Wrath, but Crash is right in between the two of them with a flying Clothesline from the top rope. Crash leans down for a pin on Wrath.
1!
Simone: Jasmine barely taps down for the one count and Wrath shoots the should up.
Adams: Wow, Wrath nearly knocks Crash back up to his feet with that power.
Crash looks stunned by this as he backs up, waiting for Wrath to get up. However, he isn’t quite prepared for Horace, who lifts him up and over with a Belly to Back Suplex. Crash kicks his legs, trying to reverse some of the damage, but he doesn’t do enough. Horace looks over at Wrath who is getting up to his feet. He makes his way back over to Wrath and hits him with a Spinning Haymaker that knocks him into the ropes. Wrath clutches onto it tightly as Horace comes after him with a barrage of punches. Wrath leans down and lifts Horace up and over to the outside!
Adams: You would think that Horace was the same size as Crash with how easily Wrath just dumps him over the top like that!
Simone: It is just a testament to the pure strength that Wrath possesses. And he’s all alone in there with Crash…
Wrath stalks over toward Crash who is recovering in the corner. He looks up just in time to see Wrath coming at him with a running knee. He rolls out of the way at the last minute. As Wrath turns around, Crash collides with a Body Avalanche. He then climbs up to the second rope, punching at Wrath’s face as the fans count along with him…
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And with that, Wrath scoops Crash under the legs and charges forward with a Sit Down Powerbomb. He hooks the legs.
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Simone: He… he just kicked out of that! I swear I heard the ring crack from that one!
Adams: It is unbelievable, I agree. Where in the world did he find the strength to do that?
Wrath shakes his head slowly, as a sign of disappointment. He grabs onto Crash’s hair, dragging him up to a standing position. He is about to send Crash into the ropes, but Horace is right there with a Big Boot that levels Crash. He then rams a foot into Wrath’s stomach, sending him back into the corner. Horace is clearly not happy with the way Wrath disposed of him earlier, so he gives Wrath a series of kicks, lowering him down to the ground quickly. He stomps away rapidly at Wrath, leaving him no room to deflect. He runs across the ring, setting up in the opposite corner to size up the situation. He then charges forward with a Cannonball Senton to Wrath!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!
Simone: Talk about a risky move! I think he might have done almost as much damage to himself given his size!
Horace is sprawled out over Wrath as neither man moves much. Crash comes out of the corner running, delivering a Handspring Moonsault on top of both men. He rolls back out of the carnage and pulls Horace with him. He pins Horace’s shoulders to the mat and Jasmine comes over for the count.
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2!
Adams: Wrath in for the save, but not sure how necessary that actually was…
Wrath pulls Crash off of Horace, not taking any chances, even though Horace shoots his shoulder up at two. Wrath struggles to shake off the cobwebs as Horace gets to his feet. He grabs onto Crash’s head and tucks it between his legs. He goes for the Ganso Powerbomb, driving Crash’s head into the mat. Wrath gets up slowly as Horace does. The two masked men stare each other down over the fallen Crash. The stare down goes on for nearly a minute as they inch their way closer. They quickly tie up and Horace immediately uses his power advantage to back Wrath up a few paces. Wrath struggles, but Horace’s power is almost too much. Wrath surprises us as he hits an Exploder Suplex on Horace!
Simone: Where did that come from?!
Adams: It’s simple, Belinda. Wrath hooked his arms around Horace Jackson, and… Oh, was that rhetorical?
Simone: Was that today’s word on your Word of the Day Calendar?
Adams: Yeeeeeup!
>Wrath gets up and hits a Leg Drop on Horace, ready to put Horace down. He goes to hook the leg when Crash ascends the turnbuckles. He steadies himself, and before Jasmine can slap down a count of one, Crash flies off with a Diving Moonsault that breaks it up immediately! He rolls Wrath over and tries to get the pin.
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2!
Adams: Wrath practically bench pressed Crash off of him!
Simone: A real showing of the strength that he possesses, tossing Crash aside as if he were a ragdoll…
Wrath lies there for a moment, soaking it all in before he moves. Crash gets up as Horace does. Horace goes for a Spear, but Crash steps out of the way. As Horace comes back at him like an angry bull, Crash leaps onto his shoulders for a Hurricanrana. Horace slams him down on the mat into a Powerbomb. He wastes no time in picking Wrath off of the mat, sending him flying into the corner. He finds the Spear he was looking for earlier. As Wrath leaves the corner, holding onto his back, Horace hits a Northern Lights Brainbuster, otherwise known as Compensation For Desecration. The fans cheer for Jackson, or for Crash who is climbing up to his feet. As Horace stands up, Crash jumps on his shoulders, turning around for a Hurricanrana, but Horace sets him up on the top rope.
Simone: This is a precarious position we are seeing Crash in right now.
Adams: Don’t get ahead of me in the calendar, Belinda! I got no idea what you’re saying. But it looks pretty dangerous up there for Crash.
As Horace prepares to scoop Crash up, Crash shoves a boot into Horace’s face, knocking The Beast back. As Horace comes back closer, Crash hits a stiff kick to Horace’s head, knocking him down on his back. Crash quickly stands up and hits a 630 Corkscrew Moonsault, otherwise known as overDRIVE v1™… except Horace moves out of the way at the last second! Crash lands on his upper back, and the crowd goes silent in worry. Horace looks around, almost confused for a moment before dropping down over Crash for the cover.
Adams: Ummm… that didn’t look good.
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Justin Decent: Here is your winner… HOOOOOORACE JAAAAAAAACKSOOOOOOOONNN!!!
Horace looks out to the back, waving down a series of medics who come rushing down the ramp. The crowd goes quiet as Crash kicks his legs in pain. Horace moves out of the way as the medics slide into the ring.
Simone: I… folks, this is serious.
Crash is quickly loaded onto a stretcher as the medics slide him out of the ring. Horace watches on, likely out of concern as the medics rush Crash up the ramp. Jasmine St. John raises his arm in victory as he tries to let the show go on.
Simone: We will keep you updated on this as we find out more news. Let’s hope that everything is okay…
The scene cuts to backstage in the locker rooms set up for The Seven Deadly Sins. It's rather quiet at the moment as the only two in the locker room currently are Rage and Kittie. Kittie is pacing back and forth talking to him, trying to get him focused and ready for his match against Jericho Hill, but he doesn't seem to be paying much attention. He has his phone in his hand, glaring at it. A few seconds later, he shoves it back in his pocket, and looks up to see Kittie frowning at him with her arms folded.
Kittie: Are you freaking kidding me? Did you even hear a word I just said?!
Rage shrugs and Kittie throws her hands up in the air, frustrated.
Rage: Blah, blah, blah. Jericho Hill. Blah blah blah. That's basically what you were yacking about.
Rage glares at Kittie with one eyebrow raised. He leans forward in his seat, giving Kittie his full attention.
Rage: Did it look like I was on my damn phone? No, I wasn't. Some idiot keeps calling me, but I don't recognize the number.
Kittie: So why don't you just answer and tell whoever it is to stop calling you. It's probably a wrong number anyway.
Rage: Because I don't answer numbers I don't recognize! Sooner or later whoever it is will get the hint, so I'm not answering. If they don't leave a message, their shit out of luck because it's obviously not that important.
Kittie shakes her head and lets out a sigh. She eases up a bit, but gives Rage a serious look.
Kittie: If I see that phone come out of your pocket one more time, I'll throw the damn thing against the wall myself, and no I will NOT buy you a new one. Your match is in a little while, and you can't afford to lose focus. Jericho Hill has been awfully quiet lately, and somehow, I'm not sure that's a good thing.
Rage shakes his head and gets an annoyed look on his face. He clenches his fists and looks down to the floor.
Rage: Or, as I said before, it just means that the piece of shit is finally so afraid, he's pissing his pants and he doesn't know what to say. You know, your lack of faith in me right now is really starting to piss me off.
Kittie: Good, because it should! Tonight HAS to be the Sins night. If you lose this match--
Rage jumps to his feet very angrily. He glares at Kittie with fire in his eyes and he looks like he's about to lose his cool.
Rage: For fucks sake, Kittie! I'm NOT going to lose to that demented jackass! I'm NOT going to let the Sins down so would you please just fucking shut up! Do you people really think that little of me that you think I can't win against a guy like Jericho Hill?! DAMN!
Rage then storms past Kittie and out of the locker room, slamming the door behind him. She stays behind, grinning, and a few moments later, Synn, Despayre and Big B walk in. Synn looks at Kittie curiously.
Synn: Care to explain what that was all about?
Kittie shrugs with a big grin on her face.
Kittie: Just giving peanut head a pep talk. It worked.
Synn shakes his head, slightly confused, but Kittie just laughs and heads out of the locker room to go find Rage.
Backstage, we find Electra Styles standing by with Ms. Rocky Mountains. Rocky has a microphone in hand as she smiles to the camera, getting the signal to begin. Electra looks from the camera over to Rocky.
Rocky: Fans of Sin City Wrestling… I am standing by with a woman who could very well walk away tonight as SCW’s Bombshell Champion, just six weeks after signing with the company. How does that make you feel, Electra?
Electra: Well Rocky, first off I am extremely honored to already be getting a shot, especially when i lost the match for the roulette championship however, this really isn't about that strap. This is about saving Roxi from that evil man.
As Electra responds, Rocky nods her head in approval. She smiles, glancing quickly over to the camera before looking back to Electra.
Rocky: Very interesting thoughts. It is no secret that you and champion, Roxi Johnson, have had some rough roads the past few weeks, yet you still seem very genuine about returning SCW’s resident Superhero back to the fans where she belongs. We thank you for such a selfless act.
Electra: No thanks required. Despite what Cyrus would have you believe, i don't have any ulterior motives for wanting to get the real Roxi back. I know what it feels like to be in a relationship like that. I was lucky enough to have gotten out, but sometimes all you need is a kindred soul to pull you back to reality.
Rocky again acknowledges her words with a smile and a nod. She is ready to continue with another question when suddenly, Electra goes flying into her, knocking her from the view of the camera. Delia, Veronica, and Tessa Flannigan are seen, knocking Electra down to the ground. They all reach down and begin pummeling and stomping on Electra, giving her no room to fight back. Delia chuckles as she lifts Electra’s head up by her hair to show the camera as Veronica slaps her a few times.
Delia: You must s’ink you are so cool, taking opportunities for title shots from os’er deserving Bombshells, no?
Electra: I didn't steal anything...
Veronica: Shut it, Lexi! You don’t deserve it, and we’re going to make sure that you don’t make it to that match!
Veronica nails her in the face once more with a hard punch as Delia yanks on her hair, causing her to howl out in pain. Delia then slams her face down onto the hard, cold concrete floor. She crawls on Electra’s back and gets her into a Camel Clutch type of move, holding her head up as Tessa pulls out a cosmetics bag. She pulls out a tube of lipstick and takes the cap off, twisting it to get some of the lipstick to show.
Delia: We will make an example of you, and any os’er bombshell who s’inks z’at z’ey can step in front of Mean Girls!
Veronica: And we’re going to make you pay for getting that fluke win over us a couple of weeks ago. Tessa, tell her what we think of her with that lipstick!
Tessa leans down, placing her left hand under Electra’s chin to steady her head. She presses the lipstick to Electra’s forehead, ready to scribe an insult when Jessie Salco comes rushing over, colliding hard with Veronica, smashing her into a wall. She flings Veronica out of the view of the camera before nailing Delia in the face with a boot, causing her to release her grip of Electra. She picks Tessa up by the hair and flings her into Delia, causing the two to collapse to the ground. She is ready to attack them further, tossing away the idea of being outnumbered.
Jessie: You guys want to attack people from behind like that? How do you like that treatment?
Electra scrambles up to her feet, holding the side of her head as she breathes heavily. Delia grits her teeth as she stands up from the ground, Tessa and Veronica soon backing them up. They look as if they are ready to attack when Steve Ramone steps into view of the camera. The crowd cheers, but it gets even louder when Connor Murphy and Jon Dough step up behind Salco. Jamie Staggs, Ethan Brody, and Landon Axel step up next to them. Spike steps between the members of the group, standing in between Electra and Jessie, as Electra looks confused. Spike looks right at Delia.
Spike: I think you ladies might want to pass a message along to old Mark… If your little group of assholes want to pick on people, maybe they should set their sights on another group, instead of individuals who can’t hang with the numbers game you guys like to play…
Delia: You have no idea what you’ve just done… IDIOTS!
Delia is seething as she stomps her foot in a tantrum. She stares Spike down, waiting for him to back down, but he refuses to. She narrows her eyes and snaps her fingers as the three ladies turn around to leave. Delia looks back as Spike turns to Electra with a look of concern.
Spike: Are you alright?
Electra: I'm fine. My daughter hits harder then those girls.
Spike gives her a nod as he reaches out a friendly hand. Electra gently shakes it as she looks back to all of them with a thankful expression on her face.
Electra: But Thank you all so much for that, only cowards attack from behind. Scared little cowardly girls. And They need a real good reality check. I owe you, all of you. Just say the word and its yours.
Spike: No need to repay us. We know what it is like being fresh in a wrestling company and having to prove yourself. You’re new. But, maybe you could answer a question?
Electra: Sure. What do you want to know?
Spike stares at her silently for just a moment, leaving her to wonder what he has in mind. Spike looks back and gives the camera a quick wink before turning serious once more.
Spike: How… X-Treme… are you?
The crowd pops loudly with cheers as Electra seems taken aback by this question. Spike offers a toothy grin as the other members of NXT stare at Electra, waiting for an answer. Her face then changes to a wide genuine smile.
Electra: You have no idea!
Electra walks off, looking over her shoulder, making sure the threat is gone. She turns back to NXT and they begin talking as they walk off of the scene.
Simone: Wait, what just happened there? Did she just…?
Adams: I can’t say for sure, but did Electra just join the New X-Tremes? We need answers!
“Monster” by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. His manager, Synn, stands on one side of him, while his valet, and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie, stands on the other. They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Synn and Kittie take their place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for his opponent to enter.
Adams: It’s kind of hard to comprehend why Jericho Hill would want to anger this guy.
Simone: Hill is crazy. And wanting this match proves it.
A siren goes off siren goes off as an ambulance backs to the side of the stage. The back doors fly open.Two men in white outfits come out of the ambulance and pull a gurney out of the back where we see Jericho handcuff to the gurney with a mu
le on his mouth lashing his head out towards the men in outfits. I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready 'cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
They quickly uncuff Jericho and run into the ambulance before taking off. Jericho stalks his way down the ramp. Slowly reaching up and ripping at the muzzle until it falls from his face. When the muzzle comes off Jericho storms the ring, But Rage has already slid out of the ring and they being brawling at the base of the ring!
Adams: And this one has already begun!
Rage and Hill are exchanging punches, Rage beginning to get the better, until Hill doubles over and grabs a waistlock and drives Rage back-first into the post. Rage clutches in back in pain, as Hill continues to attack that area. Hill delivers some stiff forearm shots to the head of Rage, but Rage soon shrugs them off and pushes Hill back-first into the barricade! Hill winches in pain, but scrambles to his feet and punches Rage in the gut, doubling him over. Hill again begins shooting forearms to Rage’s head, knocking the big man back a few steps, But then Rage fights back with a knee to the gut, doubling Hill over. Rage then grabs Hill and throws him face-first into the steel post himself!
Adams: These two are trying to kill each other!
Simone: And this match has yet to officially start!
Hill gets up and stumbles around, but regains his composure and then tackles Rage, driving him in to the steel steps! Rage clutches his back in pain, and falls to his knees. Hill begins stomping him as Drew Patton argues with both men to get into the ring. Hill pulls Rage up, but Rage again strikes with the knee. Rage finally throws Hill back into the ring and slides in after him. Drew calls for the bell.
Adams: And now, the match is finally underway!
Simone: And these two guys have been brawling outside the ring so long, who knows what they’ll do now!
Rage stands, holding his arms out, waiting for Hill to get up. Hill gets up and charges Rage, but Rage stops him and shoves him away. Hill, undaunted, charges again, but Rage again shoves him away. Hill slaps the mat and charges in again, Rage goes for a clothesline but Hill ducks. When Rage turns around to face Hill. Hill slaps him in the face! The crowd yells “ooh” at the impact. Rage responds with a right fist that drops Hill like a bad habit. Hill still tries to get up, and Rage wraps both hands around Hills throat and begins choking him, then tosses him into a corner. Rage opens up with punches, beating Hill down in the corner. Drew Patton admonishes Rage, forcing him to back up. Rage moves back in as Hill uses the ropes to pull himself up. Rage then hip tosses him across the ring and Hill lands hard on the mat.
Adams: Rage is now in control of this one.
Simone: But look, Hill is already getting back up!
Indeed, Jericho has pulled himself up using the closest set of ropes. Rage charges the disoriented Hill and clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor! Hill is not down long, as he pulls himself up and climbs back onto the apron. Rage is waiting for him and grabs him by the hair, but Hill pulls down and hangs up Rage on the top rope. Hill gets back on the apron and begins climbing the top rope, but Rage is again able to catch him and toss him off the top! Hill lands hard on the mat, and this time is takes a while before he begins to get up. But indeed, Hill begins crawling towards Rage, using Rage’s knee pads to get up. Hill nails Rage with some ineffectual shots to the gut, So Rage picks him up the rest of the way and tosses him face-first into the top turnbuckle. Rage begins firing off elbows to the head of Hill, causing Drew Patton to exercise his count. Patton admonishes Rage, and forces him to break, giving Hill the opportunity to fire off a kick to the gut that doubles Rage over. Hill again hits a forearm, but when he tries to whip Rage into another corner, Rage reverses. Hill hits the corner hard, but is able to recover and move, when Rage charges in. Hill then rolls up Rage from behind, 1…2…kickout by Rage.
Simone: After all this, the first pinfall attempt is a roll up?
Adams: Stranger things have happened.
Hill attacks Rage as he tries to get back up. Leading him into a corner, where Hill climbs the ropes and begins choking Rage for all his worth. Patton again makes the count, and Jericho breaks. Hill climbs down and punches and kicks Rage a few times, before trying to whip him across the ring. Rage reverses, but Hill gets his boots up and meets Rage as he charges in. Rage stumbles back and Hill moves in, leaning Rage against the ropes, and hitting him with hard shots to the chest. Hill for the another whip, but Rage reverses, and catches Hill on the rebound with a big boot!
Simone: These two guys are just beating the hell out of each other.
Adams: And it doesn’t look like either man will let up.
Rage waits on Hill to stand, and Hill does so. Rage reaches down and lifts up Hill in a military press, and then tosses him right over the top rope to the floor!
Adams: Jesus!
Hill splats on the floor, and yells in the pain. He struggles to get to his feet. Rage goes outside the ring as Hill is still trying to get up. Hill then uses a rush of adrenaline and charges Rage, driving him back first into the apron. Hill then hits a headbutt, and Rage is then tossed back inside and Hill follows.
Adams: And now Hill is right back in this match.
Hill rolls into the ring, and clubs Rage as he tries to get up. Hill then pulls Rage up and leads him into a corner. Hill picks up Rage and sits him on the top rope, and begins climbing up with him. Rage and Hill begin fighting on the top, trading blows back and forth.
Simone: This is not going to end well.
Adams: No. No it is not.
Rage battles back, and pushes Hill off the top rope. Rage begins to collect himself, and starts climbing himself, but Hill gets back up and dropkicks Rage, causing him to get crotched on the top rope! Hill climbs, hooks up Rage, and completes an impressive superplex!
Adams: Superplex from the top!
Simone: Wow!
Crowd: Ho-ly Shit! Ho-ly shit!
Hill slowly crawls into the cover 1…2…kickout! Hill slaps the mat in frustration as Rage begins to get up. Not wanting the big man vertical anymore. Hill begins kicking at the knee of Rage, in an effort to keep him down. Hill continues to attack the left knee of Rage, stomping and kicking until Rage falls out of the ring to create some distance. Rage slowly get up hobbling, and Hill is right there outside the ring with more attacks to the knee. He then grabs Rage’s leg, and drags him towards the steps, before positioning Rage’s leg against the steps, and driving his own knee, into the knee of Rage, driving it against the steps. Rage howls in pain as Patton once again advises both men to get back in the ring. Hill rolls in, but only to break the count. He rolls back outside and pulls up Rage and tosses him back into the ring. Hill slides in as Rage makes an attempt to get back up, but Hill snatches the left leg and begins driving his elbow in the knee of Rage. Rage yells after each blow, for a total of 3, before Hill winds up and locks in a spinning toe hold. Hill keeps spinning and grinding as much as he can, causing even more pain to escape from Rage. Patton continually asks Rage if he wants to submit, but Rage refuses each time.
Adams: And Jericho Hill is now in control of the big man.
Simone: These two have been beating the hell out of each other, this is a war of attrition now.
Rage then goes for another turn on the spinning toe hold, but Rage uses his free leg and boots Hill off of him, sending him shoulder first into the steel post and onto the floor!
Adams: The strength of Rage!
Simone: In more ways than one.
Rage stands up and tests out his knee, and begins limping around, trying to block out the pain. Jericho at this point is back up, and rolls back into the ring. Rage sees Hill and limps towards him, but Hill hits a running low dropkick that puts Rage back down. Drew Patton tries to again ask Rage if he quits, but Hill pushes Patton aside and goes for Rage. Rage begins fighting back with punches, causing the fans to get excited. Rage staggers Hill with more punches, driving him back into the ropes. Hill kicks Rage in the knee to slow him down. Hill goes for a whip, but Rage twists out, and slaps his hand around Hill’s throat!
Adams: Uh-oh! Chokeslam!
Hill then resorts to biting the nose of Rage, causing the grip to be broken.
Simone: Disgusting.
Hill hits the ropes, but again gets caught by the neck by Rage. Hill kicks at the knee of Rage, and again, the grip is broken. Another kick drops Rage to a knee. Hill again hits the ropes, and AGAIN Rage catches him in a chokehold. This time, Rage throws the arm over and lifts, but his knee gives out, and Hill is able to slip behind Rage and drop him with a reverse DDT!
Adams: Hill is using everything is his arsenal tonight.
Hill slowly gets up, clutching his neck from being choked. Rage in the meantime is using the ropes to get up in a corner. Rage is facing the turnbuckle as Hill attacks him with blows to the back. Then Hill climbs the ropes and begins punching Rage in the face. Hill is pretty much on Rage’s back now, and hammering away. Rage then drops to a knee, and connects with a modified snake eyes that catches Hill. Using a burst of energy. Rage stands up, now with Hill in power slam position. Rage pulls Hill into position and connects with the Death Drop!
Adams: Death Drop!
Simone: Out of nowhere!
Rage makes the cover 1….2…..3!
Adams: And Rage has won this match!
Simone: More like Rage survived this match. Both of these guys are going to be sore tomorrow.
“Monster” plays again as Rage collapses off of an unconscious Hill. Rage crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet as Hill slowly starts to come around, slowly moving. The fans applaud the effort of both men.
Adams: These two guys beat the hell out of the each other, and the crowd enjoyed it.
Rage slowly exits the ring and walks to the back as Hill rolls over and Drew explains the match is over.
The cameras slowly cut backstage to the interview area where Pussy Willow stands by in front of a backdrop with the Chaos in Cape Town logo on it, looking towards the camera.
PW: Please welcome my guest at this time....
"What? Of course I've got Games of Thrones on my DVR! It's a thing, apparently! I don't know how I'll get through the subtitles though!
PW: My guest at this time...
Pussy Willow turns in the direction of the voice and after a moment, Mercedes walks into frame talking on her cell phone in the middle of conversation. Before Willow even had a chance to introduce her, Mercedes holds up an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture, turning away from the interviewer and holding the phone pressed to her ear.
Mercedes: You're breaking up. The reception here is terrible. I'm in Cape Town, South Africa, kinda outside my calling area. I'll call you back later. Yeah, bye.
Mercedes puts her cell phone away and prepares herself for her interview with the interviewer.
PW: Mercedes, at Climax Control 83, you and Emma Rose were victorious in a tag team match against Electra Styles and Roxi Johnson, but tonight at Chaos in Cape Town, you are one of three challengers for Emma's Bombshell Roulette Championship in a four corners elimination match. With a chance at you potentially making history, where are your thoughts ahead of this match?
Mercedes: Well, before we get to that, PW, much like Amy Marshall and Cynthia Warren, Roxi Johnson is another familiar opponent I've had history with before coming to SCW, so you know I was looking forward to the match. Climax Control 83 two weeks ago was all the validation I needed. What did you expect would happen? Emma and I worked surprisingly well together and she got to pin the champion, so that in itself should tell you all you need to know about just how far Roxi is going to last as champion. I'll say this much, Electra may get the first crack at her title, but if Roxi is able to get past her first title defense, and that's a big IF, I wouldn't mind having a non-title match against her in the future. You know, for old times' sake. As for tonight, and this equally important match, for some reason, I feel like singing.
Mercedes turns to the camera and breaks out in song.
Mercedes: One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong. Can you guess which thing is not like the other by the time I finish this song?
Laughing a little, the Argentine native moves hand over her face, which causes her facial expression to go from a smile to a serious face.
Mercedes: Like I've been saying in my promos this week for this pay-per-view, Joanne Canelli and Cynthia Warren – especially Canelli – have done nothing to even warrant a title shot opportunity and after tonight, it's going to be a while before they get another one handed to them. As a matter of fact, I'm going to start a Kickstarter fund drive to make sure of it.
She pauses for a moment turning to Pussy Willow, then back to the camera.
Mercedes: Joanne, Cynthia, you're only in this match to make up the numbers, you're filler, you're just bodies that SCW has thrown in this match to make me look good, and I won't so much as ruin my lip gloss. It's obvious that most of South Africa, well, the entire continent, is deprived of the most basic essentials in life – food, water, clothing, that kind of thing. Now these fans are going to be deprived of seeing a five-star match between myself and Emma because of the two of you.
She points a finger at the camera and looks on disapprovingly.
Mercedes: You both should be ashamed of yourselves.
Shaking her head in disgust, Mercedes is at a loss for words at the selfish actions of her said opponents. With a short breath, she continues speaking as the camera zooms in for a close up of her face.
Mercedes: These people here in Cape Town, South Africa, they don't deserve to see me become champion much less have a pay-per-view dedicated to this third-world country. PW, all you need to know is this. We're a little less than three weeks away from the 2014 World Cup in Brazil. South Africa hosted the last World Cup, and as historic as that moment was four years ago, it pales in comparison to tonight when yours truly, Mercedes Vargas, walks out of Chaos in Cape Town and this four-way elimination match the NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion, and the first-ever three-time, three-time, three-time champion.
She holds up three fingers. Shrugging her shoulders, Mercedes adds a conceited smile as the camera zooms back out to frame her and Pussy Willow.
Mercedes: But hey, I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know.
The cameras switch backstage where Miss Rocky Mountains is standing with the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Emma Rose. The Sin City Wrestling Roulette Wheel is next to them, as they are about to decide the stipulation for Emma's title defense.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and Gentleman, we're about to find out what type of match Emma Rose will defend her Roulette Championship in, in just a few moments. Emma, are you ready?
Emma: Ready as I'll ever be! Let's do this!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Please, spin the wheel.
Emma wastes no time as she grabs a hold of the wheel, then lets her rip. Round and round the wheel goes, passing the various stipulations until finally it comes to a stop on...
Ms. Rocky Mountains: There you have it ladies and gentleman. Emma Rose will defend her title in a LUMBERJILL MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Emma: Well...this should be fun.
Emma stares at the wheel for a moment before she skips off, heading to the curtain to enter the ring.
Justin: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is a Four Corner Elimination LUMBERJILL match, and it is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship!
Adams: Did you hear that Belinda? Lumberjills! That means Bombshells, Bombshells and more Bombshells!
Simone: Oh boy...Did you remember to bring you drool bucket?
Adams: I keep it under the table in case of emergencies.
“Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effect” blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James.
Justin: Introducing first weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, from Charlotte, North Carolina...'The Nurse' Cynthia Warren!!
She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponents to come out.
Simone: Cynthia Warren has quite the opportunity tonight, Jason. She has the chance to capture her first title here in Sin City Wrestling.
Adams: Somehow I don't think this next lady will let that happen...
Justin: Introducing next...
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, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega 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: Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, from the Jersey Shore New Jersey...The Jersey Devil Diva, Joanna 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, and to the backstage.
Adams: Oh good! Her bodyguards are heading backstage. It's already really crowded with all the boobies...I mean BOMBSHELLS...at ringside.
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing one hundred and twenty seven pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAGAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for the champion to arrive.
Simone: Mercedes wants the Roulette Championship back something fierce, Jason. She'll go through anyone and everyone just to get it.
Adams: Yeah but tonight she only has to get through three! Well...unless you count the rest of them around the ring...
“Nobody's business if I... walk, talk, make love, sing... but I'm able to love... Able to live, able to love.” As the electric sounds of “Able to love” by Benny Bennasi trickles from the personal address system the video screen roars to life with a very familiar video of Sin City Wrestling’s resident Kiwi, Emma Rose. As the camera man zooms in on the screen to highlight her video package the lighting in the arena slightly dims down. Pulling back from the video the camera pans down to the top of the ramp to find Emma Rose standing at the top of it, her back is turned to the audience but the sight of her shadowed body is enough to bring the crowd to life. As her theme continues to play Emma confidently holds her Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship up above her head with both hands.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, from Dunedin New Zealand... she is the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion... Emmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Rooose…
Adams: Ben Jordan is one lucky man. Emma Rose is one hot red-head.
Simone: I wouldn't let your wife hear that.
Adams: What? I never said my wife wasn't hotter. If you're watching, I love you honey!
As Justin finishes announcing her Emma turns on her heels, the lights returning to normal as she does so. Resting her prized championship belt over her right shoulder she runs her nails across it, highlighting her name on the nameplate. Making her way down the ramp the New Zealand Bombshell takes her time soaking in the cheers from the fans. Emma makes her way to the steel steps and climbs them slowly, before walking along the ring apron. Lifting her right leg up and over the middle rope Emma teases the fan with a little display of her bottom before lifting her left leg over. Once inside the right Emma taps her championship belt before making her way around the six sided ring, pointing out to all her fans living it up. As her theme and video starts to wind up Emma makes her way over towards the centre of the ring, getting herself ready for tonight’s match. She hands the belt off to Jacob Summers and he raises it above him before handing it off to a ring official.
All four women look around the outside of the ring at tonight's lumberjills. Amy Marshall, Brandi Shotze, The Mean Girls, Delia and Veronica, Jessie Salco, Electra Styles Roxi Johnson and Karina Koji all surround the ring. As the four Bombshells inside the ring glare around at one another, Jacob calls for the bell, starting the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Cindy Warren wasting no time attacking Emma.
Cynthia Warren quickly goes after Emma, eagerly trying to eliminate the champion early on. She and Emma lock arms as Mercedes attacks Joanne off the bat. Cynthia backs Emma into one of the corners as they fight for control and Emma gets the upperhand as she shoves Cynthia away from her, knocking "The Nurse" to the mat. Mercedes and Joanne battle in out in another corner, exchanging lefts and rights and referee Jacob Summers keeps a close watch on all four ladies.
Adams: Why can't Jacob and I switch jobs for a day? I'd like to be in his position right now!
Simone: Somehow, I think you'd get a bit more distracted Jason.
Emma charges at Cynthia, tackling her to the mat and begins slamming her head into the mat a few times for good measure. She jumps to her feet and runs against the ropes. She rebounds back and attempts an elbow drop, but Cynthia rolls out of the way quickly and Emma's elbow meets the canvas instead.
Simone: Nice counter by Cynthia. Emma will be feeling the effects of that one for a while.
Adams: It's not funny when you hit your funny bone!
Mercedes has gotten the upperhand over Joanne in the meantime, dragging the taller Jersey Devil Diva away from the corner by her long brown hair. She delivers a vicious uppercut that sends Joanne down to the mat, holding her jaw, and quickly runs toward the corner turnbuckle where she climbs to the top rope.
Simone: What is Mercedes doing here?
Adams: I think we're about to see the end of Joanne Canelli!
Mercedes dives off the turnbuckle, delivering a flying elbow to Joanne and she immediately hooks the leg for the pin and Jacob drops down for the count.
1..2..2 1/2... Joanne gets her shoulder up.
Simone: Looks like you were wrong, Jason.
Adams: What's that? I'm staring at the red-head here...
Both Emma and Cynthia have gotten to their feet on opposite sides of the ring, and Emma is leaning against the ropes. The Mean Girls, Delia and Veronica, keep a close watch on the champion, waiting for the moment to do their job. Cynthia charges at Emma, attempting a clothesline over the top rope, but Emma counters and sends Cynthia over the top rope instead, right in front of Delia and Veronica!
Simone: Uh oh...Lumberjills finally get their shot, Jason, and Cynthia couldn't be at a worse position right now!
Delia and Veronica starting bashing and beating Cynthia Warren in a double team effort with a series of kicks to the midsection and head. When 'The Nurse' is disoriented and seemingly out of it, they lift her and slide her back in the ring, but Emma has already gone over to the situation between Mercedes and Joanne.
Adams: And here comes the champ!
Mercedes had a sleeperhold locked in on The Jersey Devil Diva when she was taken by surprise by a hard forearm to the back of the head, releasing the hold on Joanne. Emma grabs Mercedes by the hair and delivers a powerful DDT to the outspoken Bombshell and she drops down for the cover.
Simone: It's about to be over for Mercedes!
1..2.. Mercedes kicks out!
Adams: Looks like you were wrong this time.
Simone: Shush...It doesn't happen very often.
Cynthia and Joanne have both gotten back to their feet, Joanne having pulled something out of her pocket. As Cynthia slowly makes her way over to the three ladies, she's caught off guard as Joanne hits her with a vicious punch to the temple and Cynthia is knocked out cold! Joanne quickly hides the brass knuckles back in her pocket and drops down for the cover.
Simone: Joanne just hit Cynthia with the Kiss The Rings! It's all over for 'The Nurse'!
1...2...3!
Justin: Cynthia Warren has been eliminated!
Adams: Looks like 'The Nurse' is going to need a doctor. Can I play doctor?!
Simone: I think that is what her husband is for, Jason.
Joanne rolls Cynthia out of the ring, and the lumberjills on the outside pay no attention to her as she slowly gets back to her feet then exits from ringside. Meanwhile, Joanne goes after Emma Rose, taking the champion down to the canvas with a vicious spear! Joanne bolts back to her feet, grabbing a hold of the top rope where she begins delivering a series of hard boots to Emma's midsection before she kicks the champion under the bottom rope, sending her down to the floor below right in front of the lumberjills!
Adams: No! Play nice ladies!
Simone: A lot of good that did...
Roxi Johnson and Amy Marshall attack Emma and Delia rushes over to help them, much to Amy Marshalls displeasure, as she shoves Delia away a couple times. Joanne looks on in the ring, paying no attention and when she turns around, Mercedes meets her with a clothesline than sends her right over the top rope in the same situation!
Simone: And all hell just broke loose! I don't think Jacob can keep up with this.
Adams: This is awesome!
Brandi, Jessie, Electra, Karina and Veronica have now all rushed over to the melee that has ensued as Mercedes looks on laughing inside the ring, proud at what is happening. Jacob shouts, trying to get order as each Bombshell attacks one another. Emma is the first to escape the mess as she slides in under the bottom rope and Mercedes immediately attacks her, kicking the back of her head!
Simone: Mercedes showing just why she is a former Bombshell Roulette Champion, Jason. She's got a nasty mean streak.
Adams: Mean streaks are good in a woman!
Mercedes reaches down, pulling Emma back to her feet. She backs her against the ropes, then whips her across the ring. Emma rebounds off the other side of ropes where Mercedes is waiting to attempt the back body drop, but Emma counters with a boot to the face. Mercedes stumbles back and Emma goes on the attack, grabbing a handful of Mercedes hair and backing her against the ropes.
Simone: And that is how you get things done!
Adams: But she’d better watch out. There’s many threats on the outside!
Joanne is back to her feet on the outside, standing against the ring and as Emma backs Mercedes towards her, she grabs Mercedes by the ankles, tripping her and pulling her to the outside, then immediately slides back in! The lumberjills descend once again!
Adams: Did I mention I'd REALLY love to be Jacob Summers right now?
Simone: Yes, you did, but why? Jacob can barely keep this match in order.
Adams: Exactly! Insert me in between all those Bombshells...Heaven!
Emma and Joanne take a moment to watch as Mercedes gets her own beat down as The Mean Girls, Jessie and Amy team up on her. Emma claps and Joanne snickers a bit, before she blindsides Emma with an elbow to the temple and the crowd lets out loud boos!
Simone: And that, folks, is why you don't trust The Jersey Devil Diva.
Emma stumbles back, but Joanne doesn't let up. She grabs Emma by the hair, then delivers a series of knee strikes to Emma's face, wearing the champion down. She is about to set Emma up for the Welcome to Jersey Shore, but the crowd goes wild and Joanne's attention is stolen away and at one of the corner turnbuckles just a few feet away.
Simone: Mercedes is on the top turnbuckle! She's gotten away from the lumberjills!
Joanne shoves Emma away, focusing on Mercedes just as Mercedes flies off the top rope, attempting a flying cross body. Joanne reverses and in an amazing show of strength, she catches the former Bombshell Roulette Champion in her hands!
Adams: She just snatched her out of mid air! That’s amazing!
Simone: What does she have in mind for Mercedes?
She holds her for a few moments, then lifts her onto her shoulders. A second or so later she brings Mercedes down with a vicious knee to the face!
Adams: Bulls Eye! Joanne just hit the Bulls Eye!
Joanne drops down and hooks the leg, and Jacob Summers drops down for the count.
1...2...3!
Justin: Mercedes Vargas has been eliminated!
Simone: We're down to the final two, Jason! Who will it be?!
Adams: At this point, I don't care! A hot Bombshell will hold the title!
Joanne has little time to celebrate eliminating Mercedes however, as Emma comes charging at her, taking the taller Jersey Devil Diva down to the mat and starts punching her in the face as the lumberjills look on. After a few punches, Joanne takes charge, rolling Emma over and delivering her own set of punches. The two go back and forth for a while, trying to wear each other down.
Adams: Can I get another drool bucket, Belinda? This one is almost full?
Simone: Why does that not surprise me?
Joanne finally kicks Emma off of her in a show of power and both women get back to their feet. They circle one another, staring each other down. Joanne moves her hands by her waist, motioning the title will soon be hers but Emma just shakes her head saying the title isn't going anywhere. The trash talk goes back and forth a few more seconds until Joanne gets angry over something and charges at Emma. Emma ducks and when Joanne spins around, Emma connects a nice Superkick to the jaw, sending Joanne down to the mat! Emma quickly goes for the cover.
1..2..3-NO! Joanne kicks out, refusing to give up.
Simone: Joanne won't give up that easily. She wants that title back.
Adams: Yeah and Emma wants to keep that title.
Emma looks surprised, but Jacob insists it was only a two count. Emma gets back to her feet, pulling Joanne with her, dragging her over to the corner turnbuckle. She delivers a series of shoulders to Joanne's midsection, further wearing her down and Emma jumps up to the second rope. She looks around the crowd, holding Joanne's head, then raising her fist in the air and they count along as she starts punching Joanne in the head.
1..2..3..4..5..
Simone: Uh oh...Emma is in trouble here!
Emma is unable to continue, however, as Joanne takes a hold of the champion, pulling her away from the turnbuckle, bringing her down to the mat in a powerful Powerbomb, but Joanne falls to her knees, trying to get her bearings back!
Adams: She's too slow! She'll never win like that!
Simone: I agree, Jason. She's wasting precious time.
As Emma lay just a foot away from her, Joanne slowly goes for the cover.
1..2..3-NO! Emma gets her shoulder up, saving herself and the match!
Adams: Point proven...
Joanne rolls over on to her back, slamming her hand against the mat in frustration. She gets back to her feet, and Emma starts to slowly get back to her feet as well. Joanne takes Emma by the hair, spinning her around until she tosses her towards the ropes, and over the top rope!
Simone: She's hanging on, Jason! Emma kept a hold of the top rope!
Adams: And the lumberjills are surrounding her!
Joanne turns her attention away, thinking the lumberjills will handle Emma, but she doesn't see Emma dangling from the top rope, holding on for dear life, kicking away at Roxi Johnson and the Mean Girls as they struggle to pull her to the outside. The crowd cheers and goes wild, and somehow, Emma manages to pull herself back into the ring!
Simone: Uh oh, she’d better turn around!
Adams: She’s right behind you, Joanne! Ya haven’t gotten rid of her yet!
Joanne is still distracted, thinking the crowd is reacting to the lumberjills attacking Emma, and when she spins around, she's surprised to see Emma. Emma quickly grabs her by the head and wastes no time delivering the Kia Kaha!
Simone: Kia Kaha! Emma just delivered the Kia Kaha from out of nowhere!
Adams: It's all over, Belinda! Emma's going for the pin!
Emma hooks the leg and Jacob drops down for the count!
1!
2!
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, EMMA ROSE!!!
Jacob Summers hands Emma her title and raises her hand in victory as Emma jumps up and down and celebrates to the cheering crowd, raising the Roulette title above her.
v/o: "Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?"
The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and onto the field. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, until it forms "The Mental Rapist".
Behind the letters, clips of Sean Jackson in the ring over the years comes to life on the video wall above the entrance way. Soon a theme begins, one that was very popular back in the day.
That being the opening notes of "In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins.
"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"
Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see someone rising up from the floor, that person being Sean Jackson. Once he has risen like a phoenix from its ashes, Sean steps out of the ring of fire, his face focused and adorned with a serious look.
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
A slight smile forms on Sean's face as he looks out into the sea of darkness that has enveloped the fans in the stadium. He then takes that first step, beginning that long march to the ring.
The crimson spot lights glisten off of the ACW title and casts a pale reflection on Jackson. He has the ACW World Heavyweight Title slung over his shoulder, and is dressed in blue jeans, his dark gray logo shirt and boots.
He then enters the ring and is handed a house mic.
Jackson: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Sean Jackson. And later on tonight, I'm going to become the SCW heavyweight champion."
Boos
Jackson: "Now I know that a great many of you won't be able to wrap your minds around what I'm saying, so I promise to speak slowly and to not use big words."
More boos
Jackson: "Hey, don't boo me. Boo those idiots who attempted to portray the Three Stooges out there on Campground Road. Matter of fact, boo those idiots who were directing traffic. Boo those idiots who have caused Sin City to push a man who should never have been SCW champion in the first place..."
Sean begins to pace.
Jackson: "Matter of fact, while you're at it, boo that lousy son of a bitch Simon Jones for EVER mentioning that dumbass TTO crap from back in the day."
Sean stops pacing, understanding that he's dealing with idiots, he begins to run the story down.
Jackson: "Yeah, I'm talking about you Simon Jones. How dare you bring up that whole TTO crap from the NWA, like it mattered one iota as to what's going on here in Sin City?"
Inhale exhale
Jackson: "In case you haven't figured it out, I'm in Hot Stuff International now, which means that I have absolutely nothing to do with the TTO. Matter of fact Simon, the TTO hasn't mattered at all since I disbanded it way back in the day."
Sean lowers his head slightly, before a smile begins to form. While still looking down, he begins to pace again.
Jackson: "But I understand why you brought it up. You brought it up in an attempt to get under my skin, but Simon, you must have forgotten who you were dealing with. For you see, I'm not Kain, and I'm sure as hell not Michael Hardy or Drake Green. You see Simon, I'm the Mental Rapist Sean Jackson and in case you haven't figured this out either..."
The smile continues as he once again stops pacing. However, as he begins to speak, his head raises slowly.
Jackson: "I was brought into Sin City for one reason, and one reason only. That was to bring that entire diseased world down on your freaking head, to take it from you, from Kain, from Drake Green."
The smile gets larger.
Jackson: "And doing it with a smile on my face. Hell, when I hand that title over to Mark Ward later tonight, I'll be grinning from ear to ear, and you want to know why?"
The look on Sean's face tells the whole story. He has the look of a man who simply doesn't care, of a man who takes great pleasure at the misery of others.
Jackson: "Because it will have meant that you weren't strong enough to stop me. That you weren't man enough to stop me. That these morons that you cater to so much, couldn't motivate you enough to stop the plans of Hot Stuff Mark Ward."
Pause
Jackson: "But most importantly Simon, because I was able to take your best shot, spit it back out at you, and then laugh while doing it. But Simon, it doesn't stop there, no Simon, it doesn't even come close to stopping there. After I get finished laughing at your feeble attempt to stop HSI and myself, I will take a few steps back, line this knee up with the back of your head and then..."
Sean slaps his hands together, a mimic to the high knee.
Jackson: "BANG, your lights go out. But even then, I won't stop there Simon. For you see, you have a wife, which means that you have loved ones. I wonder how she will feel after I strike you with the high knee to the back of your skull. Then, after I drag your lifeless body to the stadium turf, I wonder how she'll feel as I hoist you up on my shoulders and connect with the Hook em Horns Driver?"
Yes, in case you haven't figured it out. Sean Jackson, for the first time, is threatening someone with bodily harm. Did he even go that far with Drake Green?
Jackson: "I wonder if she'll be able to hear the discs in your neck compress? I wonder if she'll hear them go snap, crackle, and pop?"
Sean shrugs
Jackson: "I guess there's only one way to find out Simon. But in case you forgot what it sounded like. Here is an audio and visual aid to refresh your memory."
Sean then drops the mic causing a static echo to fill the stadium.
PSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTT
At the same moment, the lights in the stadium go out. They stay off for a count of three second and when the lights do come back on, Sean steps through the ropes and makes his way to the backstage area.
The lights in the stadium cut out and a small dim red spotlight shines on the entry way. After a brief moment a disturbing voice over is heard...
“And behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him..."
GONG!
GONG!
'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica rings through the packed arena as an oversized beast of a man walks out from backstage. Standing nearly 7 feet tall, the large man named Deimos stands at the top of the ramp and raises his fists high in the air and screams out into the crowd. Standing about seven or eight feet behind him is his manager, the incomparable JJ Dixon. Deimos is wearing dark cargo pants tucked into black combat boots and an army green heavy vest. Across his face sits a disturbing looking leather and metal mask covering his mouth and nose. He lowers his arms as he slowly makes his way to the ring.
Justin Decent: From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 325 pounds...he is the God of Terror....Deimos!
He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up on the apron before stepping over the top rope completely. JJ follows him into the ring and helps him remove his vest before walking over and grabbing a microphone from Justin Decent.
JJ: Quiet! You are in the presence of greatness and you should show your respect!
Crowd: BOO!
JJ: It is disgusting that my client, the God of Terror himself, Deimos must be subjected to this mockery of a match, this false fight of boring proportions where he is matched against a witless wonder of an opponent. My client, the Pale Rider, should be in treated like the CHAMPION that he is but instead he is put in the ring with some talentless hack like Jeremiah Hardin that should be thrown back in that developmental system they call the NWA.
Crowd: BOO!
Adams: This guy is ridiculous.
JJ: My client, the bringer of death and dismemberment, wants one man and one man only and that’s Simon Jones.
The crowd cheers as it hears Simon’s name.
JJ: I will continue to lobby for my client, the enigmatic executioner, no matter how many times that fake, paper champion Simon Jones ignores us. We will persevere and conquer because my client, Deimos the God of Terror, has his sights set on one thing and one thing only.
Crowd: BOO!
JJ: No it’s not the SCW Championship you simple-minded morons. It’s the light inside the soul of Simon Jones. It’s his legacy and everything that comes with it. You listen me you little shit, Jones. Everything you have, your wife, your little girl, your whole life as you know it is about to come to an end. Deimos is coming for you and hell is coming with him. Now let’s get this pointless match over with so I can get the hell out of this dirty city and this terrible disgusting excuse of a continent.
Justin Decent: And his opponent! Hailing from Washington D.C., standing at 6 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is… ”BIIIIIG TIIIIIIIIGERRRR” JEREMIAAAAAAAAH HARRRRRDIN!!!
DING! DING! DING!
As both SCW Superstars stand toe to toe in the ring, a mass of boos echo around the arena before the bell chimes and the match has officially started.Adams: You couldn’t pay me enough to get into the ring with Deimos.
Simone: Not even for a fiver?
Adams: No way…
Deimos rolls his head around on his shoulders while Jeremiah comes charging in towards him, as the big tiger goes to make impact with a clothesline the massive lump of man Deimos doesn’t even stagger. Jeremiah looks up at his giant competition and shakes his head before trying it once again. This time Deimos does the same not even moving an inch.
Adams: Holy Cow!
Simone: Deimos is proving to be everything JJ has made him out to be.
JJ can be seen at ring side screaming in happiness at Deimos who just calmly rolls his head, while Jeremiah runs towards him as he tries his luck with a shoulder block take down, Deimos reaches out and grabs him one handed. Scooping him up and dropping his body to the canvas with a massive side walk slam.
Adams: I think he just broke Jeremiah in half.
As Jeremiah is winded and trying to catch his breath, Deimos is already up to his feet. Walking over to the ropes the giant uses them for a little bit of extra motivation before crashing down with a perfect leg drop. JJ continues to bark orders at Deimos from ringside as the fans boo. Deimos doesn’t go for the pin, in fact he gets back up to his feet, bends over and scoops Jeremiah up in his hands like a rag doll. Lifting Jeremiah up in the air Deimos locks his arms around his waist, in a gut crunching bear hug. Deimos shakes Jeremiah’s body around like a doll as Jeremiah droops around lifeless.
Simone: Deimos is taking the air right out of Jeremiah’s lungs.
Adams: And not in a good way.
Simone: What do you mean not in a good way?
Adams: Well he didn’t take him to dinner first.
As the referee asks Jeremiah if he wants to give up Jeremiah screams out no, finding some energy the Big Tiger starts to drive his elbow into the side of The God of Terror’s face. Elbow after elbow the giant finally starts to loosen in grip on Jeremiah, just as Jeremiah looks as if he has freed himself, Deimos goes for a sit out power bomb, but Jeremiah counters it by driving his feet into the giants face on impact.
Simone: if Jeremiah wants to win this thing he needs to act now.
As JJ looks on a little shocked from ringside Jeremiah makes his way to his feet, before starting to swiftly salt and pepper Deimos with hard kicks. Running towards the ropes he charges back in with an elbow drop before springing back to his feet almost cat like. Reaching down the smaller Jeremiah picks Deimos up and goes for a DDT but Deimos is able to power out of it, pushing Jeremiah towards the ropes. As JJ looks on happy that his monster has things back in control, his hands fly out to the side, only to come up and cover his face in horror. As in the ring Jeremiah bounces off the ropes and comes crashing in with a massive kick to the midsection of Deimos, followed by a perfect scissor kick. Deimos drops to the canvas and Jeremiah makes the cover.
1…
2…
Adams: No way!!!
Just as the referee hand is going to come down for the three count, Deimos wraps his arms around Jeremiah and lifts him up.
Simone: That’s a new way to get out of a pinfall.
As Deimos bear hugs Jeremiah while JJ looks on like he has just won the lotto. Lifting Jeremiah up high above his head Deimos sets him up for the Fall to hell – The last ride power bomb. Drilling him down to the canvas, Deimos gets up and delivers a leg drop before just draping one arm across Jeremiah’s chest going for the pin.
1…
2…
3…
Justin Decent: Here’s your winner… DEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIMOOOOOOOOOOS!!!
With the announcement, JJ slides inside of the ring to help raise his arm into the air. The fans rain down on them with boos. Deimos pulls his arm away and walks over to Jeremiah. He lifts him up into the air and simply drops him to the mat. He lifts him back up by the head and slams him into the turnbuckle!
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: Oh, come on! The match is over already…
Simone: I think he knows that, Jason. In case you’ve missed it lately, Deimos enjoys destroying people, whether it is sanctioned or not…
Deimos pulls Hardin out of the corner and then lets out a roar as he flings him shoulder first into the opposite turnbuckle. He presses his foot into Hardin’s head, grinding it against the ring post as JJ cheers him on. The bell rings three times again, but Deimos doesn’t heed them. He picks Hardin up, lifting him over his head as security files down the entryway. Deimos simply tosses Hardin into them, causing about four of them to tumble down under Hardin. “For Whom the Bell Tolls” begins playing as JJ once again raises Deimos arm into the air in celebration.
Erik Staggs walks into his office to find someone in his chair. The person is hidden by the back of the chair but by the look on his face, he knows his visitor. Erik sighs and forces a smile onto his face as he walks over to his chair and slowly spins it around as he speaks.
Erik: And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit, Ms. Sandiego?
Vixen: Sandieg...oh that little hashtag thingie that Spike was using. Nice.
Vixen sighs as she crosses her legs and lets her fingers lace together in her lap.
Vixen: Well for starters, I have noticed that there are some big changes happening in Sin City Wrestling and well, I wanted you to know that there are other big changes to compliment them. Take for instance...me.
Erik stares at Vixen for a moment, wondering what she is talking about, and when she will relinquish his seat back to him. He blinks for a moment and then leans onto his desk, casually sitting down to her side.
Erik: Interesting. We’ve all noticed a big change in you with the short amount of time you’ve been at the arena tonight, and the sweet little Tweets from my nephew. I am willing to listen, and offer advice if you need to talk... ?
Vixen: Talk...I am beyond talk. What I need right now is actions speaking louder than words. And there are two actions that I need to see happen and those are a couple of rematches that I am owed.
Vixen pauses for a second to smile.
Vixen: Oh and a little something that I am going to be preparing to answer. But that will be in the future...first things first. Rematches.
Erik: Straight to the point… I like that Ms. L. But, I have some… concerns of my own.
Erik adjusts himself slightly on the desk so to make himself just a bit more comfortable as he seems to be here longer than he had originally expected.
Erik: Clearly you deserve a rematch for the Bombshell Championship. We have Brandi Shotze who graciously postponed her earned title match, but I would imagine you would be the next to follow. Now, as for your other rematch, I’m a little confused here…
Vixen: I was confused Erik but then I got some clarity. The other rematch is for the Bombshell Tag titles. When we, and I mean Misty and I, had the titles taken from us, we never had the chance to get them back again. And getting them back again NEEDS to be in the cards for my aspirations.
Vixen leans towards Erik, an icy smile on her face.
Vixen: I am the only bombshell to have won all the titles in this division. I am the only bombshell..pardon me, wrestler in this company to wear more than one title and the Bombshell tag titles are the only belt I need to actually repeat my Triple Crown achievement.
Erik rubs his chin curiously as he listens to Vixen speak. He nods his head in response, and once she finishes he smiles back at her.
Erik: What a very interesting idea there. Recapturing the belts all over again… The thing about that is that in order to win tag titles, you need a partner, and since Misty is no longer around these parts… I don’t see a tag team to go after them. As a matter of fact, I don’t see any tag teams in the Bombshell division aside from the champions. It just doesn’t seem like much of a real “division” there…
Vixen stands slowly and moves towards Erik, leaning in with a slight snarl.
Vixen: You let me worry about getting a partner Mr. Staggs...
Vixen reaches for and adjusts Erik's tie.
Vixen: Let's just see how much stroke you actually have in this company and get me my rematches. You can pitch it as the old Vixen is no longer under contract, a new Vixen has taken her place so to speak.
Erik: I could pitch the idea, but why would you want to compete in a division that is so stale? Where is the honor in that? You’re chasing something that isn’t even moving…
Erik rolls his eyes as he looks into Vixen’s own eyes. He pulls his tie out of her grasp and stands up, towering over her.
Erik: I just don’t see the point. At least with the Bombshell Championship, I can understand that. But why would you want to joke about leaving Sin City Wrestling?
Vixen: It is the only title I haven't captured for the second time. And to claim to be a double triple crown champion, those are the belts I need. So if it isn't moving, then I will have no problem catching them, now will I?
Vixen chuckles as she pats Erik on the chest then turns to walk towards the door. Opening it, she turns to offer a grin at Erik, the smile not reaching her eyes.
Vixen: And who said I was joking Erik.
Erik: Joking or not, I can’t guarantee anything. I just hope you know what you’re doing, Vixen… You don’t seem yourself.
Erik flashes her a look of concern as she reaches the door. She turns around to face him before even touching the handle. Vixen lets Erik catch a small glimpse of her former self before taking a deep breath and smiling which doesn't do anything to reassure Erik. Vixen: That's right I'm not. That Vixen has to go Erik, she has to leave Sin City Wrestling... Erik stares at Vixen curiously for a moment, trying to figure her out. Once he can’t seem to get a grasp on it, he tilts his head to the side as Vixen opens the door. Erik: What exactly are you saying here? Are you… quitting SCW? Vixen smiles widely at him as she walks out of the door, quickly closing it behind her as she disappears. Erik squints as if trying to absorb what had just happened. He runs his hands over his head as he lets out one huge sigh, shaking his head in dismay. Horace Jackson is walking through the backstage area with Rabid Al and El Rico. They stop when Pussy Willow is standing in front of them. Pussy Willow: Hi Horace, do you have some time for an interview? Horace Jackson: Certainly, I always have time for the press. Pussy Willow: What are your expectations for your match? El Rico: Horace Jackson is cool. Horace pats his young friend on the back. Horace Jackson: Pussy, my expectations are to give the fans something worth watching. Wrath seems to be on a mission from his "god" but let's get one thing clear. This is not my first picnic and I will prove to the world that The Empire always rise to the occasion. Pussy Willow: Do you have anything else to say?
Horace Jackson: Crash and Wrath, the Dark side has made the decision and you both will fall. Ladies and gentlemen The Force is strong in this one. Pussy Willow: Thank you for your time. Horace walks away as the camera fades to commercial. Justin Decent: The following contest is a Grudge Match, and is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first … Hailing from Queensland, Australia, standing at 5 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 126 pounds, she is… OOOOOOOOOODETTE STEEEEEEEEEVENS!!! The familiar Dimestore Hood song is playing in the background as Odette is introduce. The crowd boos as Odette stands in the center of the ring. She waves the boos in toward herself, laughing at them and smiling. She leans against the ropes, licking her lips playfully as she waits for her opponent. Simone: It is no secret that we’ve seen a major change in Odette since Blaze of Glory III, but she just seems to get more and more… bitchy? Adams: That is an understatement. Look at her rubbing it in the faces of the fans… Justin Decent: And her opponent… coming to us by way of Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, representing NXT, she is… JESSSSSSSIE SAAALLLLLCOOOOO!!! "WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!" The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband. She doesn’t take her eyes off of Odette the entire time, even with all of the cheering going on for her. Instead, she starts to head right over to Odette, but Drew Patton steps in between them. He backs Jessie off into the opposite corner and begins checking her for foreign objects. Jessie looks annoyed, but she holds her arms out as he checks. Odette suddenly slides something into her top, as the audience boos further. Drew then calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!
Adams: Aaaand they’re off!
These two waste no time going after one another. They engage in a rough tie up. Both ladies are practically going for the throat. They teeter in a test of strength, the advantage switching back and forth quicker than anyone can keep track of. When it comes back around to Jessie, after switching about four times, Jessie seems to capitalize, pushing Odette back into the corner. Odette struggles to fight it, but Jessie shoves her back against the turnbuckle. She begins laying in punch after punch to Odette’s face, causing the audience to pop in excitement!
Simone: The Heavy Metal Bombshell shows us exactly why she is she earned the “Heavy” part of her name with those massive blows!
Adams: I thought it had something to do with the rubbish she listens to… But I agree, she is really showing Odette up right here.
Jessie continues to nail Odette with punches when Odette claws at Jessie’s face. She shoves Jessie back, and then pounces on top of her with a Lou Thesz Press. She returns the favor, nailing Jessie in the face rapidly, as the fans cheers turn to boos. Jessie does what she can to fight out of it, but Odette is having too much fun with it. She lays in a slap before shouting in Jessie’s face, taunting her. She gives another slap, and continues to goad her. She reels back her hand for one more, but Jessie rolls over on top of Odette, and begins slapping her across the face. She taunts Odette now before nailing her with one final punch. Jessie gets up and glares down at Odette who looks more embarrassed than anything.
Adams: Ohhh that look on her face… Where did the shit eating grin go, Mrs. Stevens?
Simone: I think Jessie slapped it right off of her face with that last one.
Odette scoots back to one of the corners, ready to pull herself up. Jessie doesn’t give her the chance as she dashes forward. Odette moves, tripping Jessie up so that she does a face plant with the second turnbuckle! Jessie holds onto her face a she gets back to her feet. Odette comes forward and lands a Monkey Flip that sends Jessie to the center of the ring. She admires her handiwork for a moment before walking over to Jessie. She plants a couple boots for good measure before darting over to the ropes. She comes off with a Lionsault that connects with Jessie. The audience boos as Odette hooks the leg.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Simone: And Jessie kicks out with force!
Adams: Odette seems to underestimate her former friend here, thinking this would be a lot easier than it really is.
Odette pounds the mat in frustration as she slaps her hand together three times at Drew. He holds up two fingers for her, enforcing his call. Odette shakes her head and rips Jessie’s shoulder’s from the mat. She hooks her arm around Jessie’s neck as she brings her up to a standing position. She points Jessie’s position out to the fans before jumping into the air for a Tornado DDT. However, as she spins, Jessie doesn’t fall down. Instead, she slips out of Odette’s hold, keeping her spinning as she sends her to the ground with a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam! Jessie then does a hard hitting Standing Frog Splash to Odette, hooking the leg.
1!
Tw…KICKOUT!
Simone: Not even a two-count! These two almost seem as if they are getting a bit arrogant with the pin attempts.
Adams: Or just overly eager to put the other in their place? Both of these ladies have a strong dislike for one another, and it is showing big time in this match.
Jessie stands up, bringing Odette with her. She flings her into the ropes, bouncing off of the opposing ropes immediately afterward. As the two approach one another, Odette leaps up for a Crossbody with perfect form. Unfortunately, so does Jessie. They collide in the center of the ring, collapsing down to the mat as they roll around in pain.
Adams: They seem to have knocked the wind out of one another with that one.
Simone: Perhaps these ladies know each other a little too well? They were good friends for a long time, even if Odette wants to deny it.
Odette leans up on her hands and knees, sucking in her breath. She gets up to her feet at the same time as Jessie. Odette spins around with a Pele Kick, but Jessie ducks under it. Jessie grabs onto Odette’s leg, ready to trip her up, however, Odette leaps up with a rough Enziguri to Jessie, flooring the Heavy Metal Bombshell. Odette kips up from the mat and drags Jessie to the center of the ring. She turns away from her and leaps into the air with a Standing Moonsault. Jessie tries to roll out of the way, but Odette connects with it too quickly. Odette hooks the leg and Drew comes down for the count.
1!
KICKOUT!
Simone: Not even close, Mrs. Stevens! You’re going to have to do better than that, and I think you know it!
Adams: This match has not stopped once. Regardless of personal feelings, I think both of these ladies deserve some recognition for their determination tonight.
Odette lays in a couple of punches to Jessie’s face before shoving her shoulders down to the mat once again.
1!
2!KICKOUT!
Jessie moves out of it right as Drew slaps down for two. She slides from under Odette’s aggressive pin attempt. Odette grabs onto her foot as Jessie tries to get away from her. Jessie tries to yank it free, but Odette refuses to let go. Jessie leaps a couple of times before planting a Mule Kick to Odette’s chest. As Odette flies back, Jessie bounces off of the ropes with a Springboard Clothesline. She picks Odette off of the mat and hits a perfect Snap Suplex that rocks Odette to the core. She stands up and bounces off of the ropes, crashing down on top of Odette with a Rolling Thunder. She goes for the pin, but Odette immediately drapes her foot over the nearby rope. Drew almost doesn’t see it as he drops down to count. Before he slaps the mat, he points the foot out to Jessie. Jessie is breathing heavily as she gets aggravated. She pulls Odette away from the rope, but Odette rakes at her eyes, giving her pause. Drew scolds her for the dirty tactic.
Adams: I still can’t get used to seeing Odette like this. It breaks my heart.
Simone: Well you had better get used to it, Jason, because I think this new attitude is here to stay…
Odette clutches at her stomach and chest as she scrambles to her feet. Jessie comes at her with a clothesline, but Odette ducks under it. As Jessie turns around, Odette leaps up with a Legscissors that catches everybody by surprise. She breathes heavily as she stands over a fallen Jessie. As she catches her breath, she begins to smile a wicked smile, laughing at Jessie. She gives her a few good stomps before circling around her, calculating. She is caught off guard as the fans begin to chant.
Crowd: YOU BETRAYED US! *Stomp! Stomp! Stomp* YOU BETRAYED US! *Stomp! Stomp! Stomp!* YOU BETRAYED US!
Odette sneers as she leans down and picks Jessie up from the mat. She quickly levels her with a Snap Suplex. She looks around at the booing audience with a smile as she lifts Jessie up again, hitting another Snap Suplex, toying with Jessie now. She stands over Jessie and taunts her, shouting for her to do something about it. Jessie is feeling the effects as Odette hits a Standing Body Splash to Jessie. She hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Simone: And Jessie escapes! Much to Odette’s displeasure, of course.
Adams: I don’t know about that, she seems to really be enjoying this now.
Odette comes up from the mat, dragging Jessie with her. She flings Jessie into the corner, and follows quickly behind with a hard Clothesline. She sends Jessie into the opposing ropes, hitting another Clothesline. She then runs behind Jessie, rushing forward with a Bulldog. However, Jessie surprises her by flinging her through the ropes, and to the outside! Jessie falls down to one knee, catching her breath.
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!
Adams: Did you see that?! Jessie just sent Odette flying like she was a rag doll!
Simone: Odette is reeling now! She may have injured her knee!
Odette tries to stand, wincing in pain as she pulls herself up on the barricade. She walks it off, assuring the audience that she’s alright in a sarcastic tone. The fans in the front row point their thumbs down at her as she turns around. As she starts to walk back to the ring, still distracted by the fans, Jessie flies through the ropes with a Suicide Dive that lays out both her and Odette!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!
Odette holds onto her side as she rolls from under Jessie. Jessie arches up, trying to shake out the cobwebs. She slowly stands up as Odette is making her way away from Jessie. The Australian Bombshell makes it up to her feet, seeing Jessie in hot pursuit of her. She begins jogging around the ring, making Jessie chase her down, all while Drew continues on his count.
2!
3!
Adams: She acted like facing Jessie was a waste of her time, but it seems like she might be afraid of Jessie…
4!
Simone: With a display like this, I would say most definitely!
5!
6!
Jessie rounds the corner as Odette fumbles around in her top, causing curiosity to take over the fans. Their questions are answered when Jessie rounds the next corner, catching up to Odette, who turns around and nails her directly in the face! Jessie drops down to the ground, as Odette disposes of the evidence under the ring. As Drew comes to a count of 8, Odette rolls inside of the ring, breaking the count before rolling back outside. She lifts Jessie up just enough so that she can run forward, punting Jessie’s chin as hard as she can. She dances around, laughing about it as Jessie falls to the ground once more. She has been busted open slightly by the previous punch. Odette taunts Jessie as she tries to get back up again. Jessie spits a bit of blood on Odette’s boot.
Simone: If she can’t do much more, she has given one last “eff you” to Odette right there.
Adams: Odette doesn’t look too happy about it, but Drew is getting back up there again with the count…
Odette shoves her boot into Jessie’s face, knocking her onto her back. She then rolls back inside of the ring, seeming to be happy to get a count out victory. As Drew throws up a count of 8, Odette holds her arms up in victory, preparing for the inevitable. However, Jessie seems to have found a second wind as she darts inside of the ring, just as Drew shouts out “9!” He moves out of the way as Jessie pummels Odette from behind. She flings Odette to the ground, letting punch after punch fly at the back of Odette’s head. She gets up and picks Odette up by her hair. She flings Odette into the ropes by the hair, and she runs up the nearest turnbuckle. As Odette rebounds, Jessie hits a Corkscrew Moonsault, leveling Odette. Jessie rolls over slowly on top of Odette, pinning her.
1!
2!
THR…KICKOUT!
Adams: WHAT?! How did she kick out of that one? I don’t believe it! Jessie can’t even believe it!
Simone: Every single fan was on their feet for that one, and the disappointment is still lingering!
Jessie holds onto her head in frustration as she looks at Drew as if he had just betrayed her. She shakes her head as she gets up from the mat. Odette is barely stirring. Jessie looks to the fans who are cheering her on, and she knows that she has to risk it all. She paces quickly over to the turnbuckle, climbing it with everything she’s got left in her. She salutes the fans by adjusting her NXT arm band before standing tall on the top turnbuckle. She flies off with a Swanton Bomb… but Odette rolls out of the way at the last second! The fans are even more disappointed as Jessie lies flat on her back, gasping for air as the pain shoots through her entire body.
Simone: This is certainly not a good sign of things to come…
Adams: I think the fans are having the same thoughts going through their mind. And Odette is ready to capitalize on it right here.
Odette slowly gets up to her feet, stumbling a bit as she holds onto her mid section. She looks down at Jessie as she is writhing, and she smirks despite her own pain. She picks Jessie off of the mat, lifting her up for a perfect Body Slam, aggravating the pain Jessie is already in. She lays in a few stomps for good measure, all while mocking Jessie. She stomps over to the turnbuckle, climbing up top. She wastes no time in paying attention to the booing audience members who begin throwing trash at the ring. Odette comes off with the OD Spiral to Jessie. She holds onto her ribs as she bounces up, falling back down on top of Jessie quickly. She hooks the leg as Drew drops down for the count.
1!
2!
3!
Adams: Uh oh, I sense a crowd riot coming on…
Justin Decent: Here is your winner……… OOOOOOOODETTE STEEEEEEEEEEEEVENSSS!!!
Simone: Odette has taken everyone by surprise right there as she quickly puts Jessie away. But the surprise is wearing off quickly.
Dimestore Hood begins playing once again as Odette slowly stands up, breathing heavily. She laughs as Drew holds her arm up in victory. After a few seconds, she rips he arm away and raises it all on her own. The crowd’s disapproval rains down on her in the form of food wrappers and booing. She doesn’t seem to care as she walks around the ring in celebration. She begins kicking the trash around as she goes, eventually kicking it on top of Jessie Salco in a showing of disrespect.
Simone: As if she hasn’t already made it clear what she thinks of Jessie Salco, she’s taking it a step further.
Adams: I’m going to assume that she thinks even less of Jessie than that, but she has already made her point by defeating her. How will Jessie react to this, though?
Simone: I guess we will have to wait until she realizes what’s just went down.
Odette stares down at Jessie, looking as if she isn’t quite done with her yet. No sooner than she gets the idea, Steve Ramone begins walking menacingly down toward the ring. Odette watches him coming, and doesn’t move a muscle. However, as soon as he slides inside of the ring, Odette books it outside. She circles around the ring as the two of them keep their eyes locked. The fans cheer as Steve leans down, checking on Jessie.
Simone: It seems like Odette isn’t as confident with herself when Steve is actually facing her, and Gabriel isn’t around.
Adams: Was there ever a doubt of that, Belinda?
The Titantron lights up and all the eyes of the crowd audience are locked onto that screen as Pussy Willows is shown on the screen.
PW: Tonight, at Chaos In Cape Town, a lot of fights will be happening. One of them will be for the Roulette championship, as Andrew Garcia puts it on the line against one of his already-hated rivals, the man who is standing before me and who is the current #1 contender that will be challenging Andrew Garcia. That man is Kain, The King Of Kings!
The camera pans back to reveal a pacing Kain, looking quite irritated and unhappy. Pussy Willow looks straight at the man as he continues to pace back band forth and speaks to him.
PW: Kain, your match with Andrew Garcia is going to shake the entire arena apart. Both you and him have exchanged heated words on Twitter and another chapter for you both begins. How do you truly feel about the man and what is your strategy for taking back the Roulette championship?
Before Kain could explode on the microphone, Ariel suddenly rushed into the viewed and took the microphone away from her.
Ariel: GET OUT! NOW!
Pussy Willow didn't even question her at all, she ran off to the side as Ariel faced the camera and spoke to Andrew Garcia.
Ariel: For this once, my man won't be doing the talking, I WILL! How DARE YOU! How dare you insult my children and call them adopted! My children, Andrew Garcia, were created by the both of us. How DARE YOU tell the whole world that they are ugly and that they aren't anything special in the world! I used to be fine with you and my love ripping each other apart, but when it comes to my family, no one EVER mocks them for me! Tonight is about your stupid title defense, but Kain is going to take EVERYTHING away from you! YOU WILL NOT walk out of this arena tonight with the SCW Roulette championship belt at all! Kain is going to destroy you and embarrass you in front of your pathetic mentor, in front of all of your so-called gang friends, in front of the entire world! Then you will truly know that for every action you take, there's a consequence that's bound to happen! You will NOT do this to me! You bastard!
Tossing the microphone away, Ariel storms off as Kain watches her leave. He glares at the camera, angry and enraged at Andrew Garcia, nods in agreement with everything that she said before following her off the camera.
Adams: This battle just got personal. When you mess with a man's family, all bets are off.
Simone: I agree! Kain will definitely have a say in all this when he faces off against Andrew for the Roulette title!
Justin: The following contest is the Number One Contender match, scheduled for one fall! The winner of this match will be automatically granted a shot at the winner of tonight's Main Event!
The crowd applauds.
Justin: Introducing first! To be accompanied to the ring by Gene Banton Senior, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... Gene Banton Junior!
The opening chords of 'Magic Man' by Heart heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin grey drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the ‘jumbotron’ flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ring ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination, the squared circle where his business will be conducted in earnest. His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. Climbing the iron steps and stepping between the ropes, the youngster extends his arms in presentation acknowledging the vociferous reception of the mob.
Justin: His opponent represents 'Hot Stuff International'! From Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing 220 pounds ... Max Burke!
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 Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few feet behind him. Standing clad in black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and knee pads, 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. 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
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks past them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening back hand 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
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before flipping the hood off of his head and posing. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and slips off his jacket, handing it over to Ruby. She clutches it close to her chest as she leaves the ring as Max leans up against the ropes and waits for the match to begin.
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes"
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"
Simone: A lot is riding on this match! Max Burke has been a force to be reckoned with ever since he first set foot in an SCW ring and has not let anything get in his path toward the top.
Adams: And Geno Junior did a striptease for his 'aunt' Christian and whelp! Here he is!
Simone: It's not that, Jason. Well, not just that. Gene Junior, aggravating as the kid can be, has been at the top of his game since he returned to SCW and has picked up some impressive wins. I'm sure he would have been granted this opportunity whether or not he gave Christian that lap dance.
Adams: Couldn't have hurt though.
Referee Jacob Summers calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Max Burke walks right up to Junior and smiles, offering his hand up in good sportsmanship. Junior looks at it, then at Max with a quirked brow and waves him off, moving away from him.
Simone: It was a nice try, but Junior wasn't going to fall for that one.
The crowd watches as both men circle, eyeing one another, and they finally lock up. The more experienced Max Burke takes quick control, grabbing his opponent into a side headlock. Max grinds the hold in hard enough to bring Junior to his knee, wincing. Junior slowly backs Max against the ropes and tries to fire him off with an Irish whip, but Burke drops his weight and uses the leverage and momentum to throw Junior over to the canvas, retaining the headlock.
Simone: Max Burke has been competing for a fair while longer than Junior and his experience is already displaying itself.
Junior grabs Max around the waistline and leg and rolls him back so his shoulders are down on the mat.
1.....
2.....
Max rolls out but keeps the side headlock on.
Adams: And the training of Junior's old man is showing itself too.
Junior slowly pushes himself back up and onto his feet, then drives his elbow into Max's midsection three straight times. Junior finally sends him off of the ropes, breaking the side headlock. Max rebounds and Junior leapfrogs over him. Max comes off the far side and Junior drops to his back and uses his feet to send Burke flying across the ring with an inverted monkey flip! Max fumbles around on the canvas and starts to make a break for it through the ropes, but Junior stops him fast by grabbing the back of his trunks and pulling him back inside the hard way.
Adams: The moon is out surprisingly early this evening!
Simone: Oh you're just full of wit tonight.
Adams: Hey! I resent... oh you said 'wit'.
Junior then grabs Burke in a rear waistlock, but Burke drives his elbow back into the side of Banton's head, knocking him loose. Max runs into the ropes, but Junior is hot on his heels and clotheslines him in the back of the head, sending him tumbling out over the top and to the floor! Junior then looks out at the crowd, poses and spins around in a circle in place.
Simone: I am almost afraid to see what would happen to that kid's ego if he ever won the SCW Championship.
Junior stands poised, waiting as Max got back to his feet. Junior then darts across the ring and dives through the ropes, slamming into Max and almost sending him back over the security railing and into the fans! Junior poses again, holding his arms out wide and shouts to the heavens.
Adams: Hey did you notice Junior doesn't have his microphone to call this match?
Simone: Yes. I understand 'someone' snuck into his locker room and hid it.
Adams: Why Belinda you sneaky little...
Junior then turn around and climbs up onto the apron, when Max fights off the onslaught and grabs his opponent's leg and pulls it out from under him, causing Junior to fall and hit the apron!
Simone: Again, the experience!
Junior lies on the ringside floor, holding his forehead, as Max shouts at the booing crowd. Burke then peels Junior off the floor and slams his head into the ring apron again. Junior staggers back and Max lunges, clotheslining him heavily to the floor.
Adams: Now that Max has taken control, you gotta wonder if Junior can come back.
Max pulls him up by the hair and trunks and rolls him back inside of the ring. Max follows him in and covers him, hooking the leg.
1.....
Max then drags him up into a front facelock, and attempts a vertical suplex but Junior blocks it. Max tries a second time but again, the move is blocked. Junior then reverses the attempt and lifts him up, but Burke struggles, fighting the suplex off. Burke is hanging almost parallel to the canvas as he tries blocking and Junior holds him, then slowly powers him up and nails the suplex!
2.....
Junior kicks out.
Simone: Good God! Do you realize the raw strength that just took!? Junior just dead lifted 220 pounds!
Both men are on the mat and Jacob starts his count.
1...
Max is the first to his feet, followed soon after by Junior. Max takes a swing but Junior blocks it and doubles him over with a boot to the stomach. Junior then goes to run into the ropes but Max grabs two handfuls of his curly hair and throws him heavily to the canvas. Max smirks down at his opponent and shakes his head, mocking him. Max then pulls him to his feet and goes for an Irish whip, but Junior reverses it and instead pulls him up onto his shoulders and then somersaults over with a rolling fireman's carry. Junior then turns his back to the fallen Max Burke and...
2...
3...
4...
5...
Adams: Is he twerking!?
Simone: What the hell!? Has he been hanging out with Jamie Dean!?
Junior then performs a standing moonsault, only to have Max bring his knees up into Banton's stomach, knocking the wind right out of him. Max immediately goes to finish this, pulling him up into a double underhook and lifting him up and down into a sitout Tiger bomb!
1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!
Simone: Max Burke almost put him away!
Junior pulls himself up into the near corner as max argues with Jacob, demanding a faster count. Max then turns and sees Banton and he charges him, but Junior brings a boot up and knocks him back! Max staggers around with his back turned and Junior leapfrogs over him and plants him with the Dog Trainer! Junior covers him and hooks the leg!
1.....
Junior is immediately on his feet, arguing with the referee!
2.....
Burke kicks out!
Simone: He needs to forget about arguing with Jacob and focus on Max! A possible shot at the title doesn't come every day!
Junior throws a fit he didn't get the pin and he storms over to where Max lays and goes to get him to his feet but Max quickly rolls him up into an inside cradle!
1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!
Adams: Yeah his whining to Jacob didn't help him out any.
Max gets up and rakes Junior's face, but Junior retaliates by doing the exact same thing to Burke's eyes! The two men then get the same idea and throw right hands, decking one another at the exact same time!
Simone: Neither of these guys have any scruples what so ever when it comes to bending the rules.
Junior grabs the referee by the arm and Jacob pulls away, almost falling into the ropes. While the referee's back is turned, Max goes right for Geno but Junior drops to his knees and swings an uppercut to the groin!
Adams: Ohhh! Greetings From North Town!
Jacob turns around to see Max lurched over at the waist with Junior mocking him by clutching his own 'junk' and hopping up and down. Junior ignores the inquiries of the referee and instead grabs Burke in a front facelock and grabs his legs...
Adams: Octoplex!
Junior has Burke pinned and the referee makes the count!
1.....
And the bell rings!
Ding!
2.....
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner, and Number One Contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship ... GENE BANTON JUNIOR!
Geno Junior is jumping up and down in celebration as his father enters the ring and raises his arm in victory while the crowd boos.
Simone: That arrogant... brat, is going to receive e a championship match? We're in hell!
Justin Decent:The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Sin City Wrestling TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, representing the New X-Tremes, at a combined weight of 516 pounds, they are Landon Axel and Ethan Brody… GUNS FOR HIRE!!!
“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody. Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.
Justin Decent:Introducing next.. At a combined weight of 463 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel, they are Despayre and Big B… BOSOM BUDDIES!!!
Let's fake an answer for the curious Let's fake it all for the fame They'll think delivering was easy Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies
The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despayre's own hands.
Message from Opticon
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
Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.
New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
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
They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.
Message from Opticon 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
Warrior’s Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans. Jon Dough appears behind him
Justin Decent: And their opponents… At a combined weight of 430 pounds, they are Connor Murphy and Jon Dough… TEAM NXT!!!
Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. Jon steps up in to the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he waits for Connor. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, Connor motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.
Justin Decent:And last, but not least… At a combined weight of 392 pounds, they are your Tag Team Champions… LUCIAN FROST and JOSHUA ACQUIN!!!
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd. "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Meanwhile, Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up the SCW Tag Team Championship. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope. He slowly joins Joshua Acquin over in their corner, as both men reluctantly hand over their belts to Jasmine St. John. Jasmine holds the belts up into the air and calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: And it looks as if we’re going to see an alliance between New X-Tremes members here as they band together on one side of the ring.
Adams: It would be understandable, but I think it is a continuation of Climax Control where all three teams are against the champs!
Inside of the ring, we see Joshua Acquin quickly duck out of the ring to one corner. Frost hits the next one, causing the audience to boo them. Connor Murphy throws his hat in the ring so to speak as Jon Dough steps to the outside. Big B stands his ground, causing Despayre to step outside, along with Guns For Hire, each taking a free corner. The crowd cheers for the valiant efforts of Connor and Big B as they walk to the center of the ring. They give a show of respect with a hand shake, much to the fans’ delight.
Adams: What a class act right there.
Simone: They certainly are, but it makes you wonder what is to come… Oh, never mind..
As soon as Belinda questions it, Big B pulls Connor into a tie up, easily overpowering the smaller grappler. Connor does his best to fight it off, but B presses him firmly against the ropes. He then sends Connor flying across the ring and into the opposite ropes. Connor comes back with a Shoulderbutt, however the size difference doesn’t allow Connor much leverage. He collides with him almost like he was a brick wall. He bounces off of the ropes once more, coming at B with everything he has, But B catches him with a powerful Hip Toss, landing Connor flat on his back. The crowd cheers for the move as B picks Connor up from the mat. He lifts him up for a Powerslam, but Connor rolls off of his back, bringing him down with a roll up pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
Adams: Not ever close, Connor! You’ve got your work cut out for you in this match, mate.
Simone: Acquin was half way in the ring already. He understands that these belts are on the line, and they don’t eve have to be pinned to lose them.
Acquin comes inside of the rig, causing Jasmine to walk over to him, blocking him from doing anything. He fights to get past her as she waves her arms in front of him, ordering him outside of the ring. He continues to protest, allowing Frost to sneak inside of the ring. Frost catches Big B with a Shining Wizard as he is rising from the mat. Connor shouts at him for interfering, but he steps up to Connor, getting in his face. Connor decks him with a harsh right hook that drops him. Acquin rushes over to him with a High Knee Strike, sending him down to the mat. The crowd boos as Jasmine orders both men outside of the ring. After a couple of solid stomps, both men eventually oblige.
Simone: These two are unbelievable! I can’t argue that it is a smart tactic, but how dirty can you get?
Adams: I hate to admit it, but when the gold is on the line, especially your gold? Sometimes you have to think outside of the box, Lind…
Connor slowly rises up from the mat as B is still recovering. He picks B up to his knees and begins attacking with a barrage of knee strikes to B’s head and upper body. After a good seven strikes, B wraps his arms around Connor’s legs and sweeps them out from under him. B holds onto his head as he hunches over Connor, laying in a few solid punches to his opponent. Connor shields his head, swinging an elbow into the side of B’s face, knocking him away. Connor scoots over and tags in Landon Axel. Jasmine signals the tag as Landon climbs inside of the ring.
Adams: And we’ve got our first official tag here!
Simone: It was a smart move by Connor, and Landon is just chomping at the bit to get involved in this.
Landon comes into the ring, making his way behind B. He wraps his arms around his waist and lifts B over with a Belly to Back Suplex. He quickly covers B, and Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
2!
Acquin is right back inside of the ring. He pulls Big B’s foot, yanking him right from under Landon. He then comes down on Landon with a heavy club to his back. He drops a knee down on him, but quickly exits the ring as Ethan comes inside of the ring. Acquin taunts him from the outside as Jasmine guides an upset Ethan back to his corner. B crawls over to tag in Acquin, who drops down to the outside of the ring, avoiding the tag.
Simone: Simply disgusting. For a guy who seems to want a piece of the action, he really doesn’t seem to want to be officially in it.
Adams: Cheap tactics, but it is still tactics. These guys didn’t get the titles by playing it by the book, so why should any part of their reign be by the book?
B looks shocked by the denial for a moment before he walks over to Frost who does the same. B shouts at them, but this gives Landon the chance to sneak up behind him with an Inverted DDT that plants B on the mat. Landon quickly drops down for the cover.
1!
2!
Frost reaches in and places B’s foot on the bottom rope. Jasmine sees it and calls for the break. Landon glares out at Frost who smiles sadistically back at him. With the distraction, B manages to shove Landon off of him with a hard thrust that sends him a good distance away. B gets to his feet, but he knows he needs a tag out, so he walks over to Despayre for the tag. Despayre tries to get inside of the ring, but Acquin has a hold of his leg, stopping him. He jerks at his foot with everything he has, but Acquin grounds himself. Synn comes over to confront him, but he is too late as Landon hits a Baseball Slide under Despayre’s legs, knocking Acquin back into the barricade, while causing Despayre to fall off of the apron, hitting it face first.
Adams: STEEEEEEEERIKE!
Simone: I think that’s more like a home run than anything, taking out two of his opponents at once!
Once Despayre gets over the initial shock, shaking the cob webs out quickly, he slides inside of the ring. As Landon goes for a Clothesline, Despayre ducks underneath it. He comes back with a Sitout Jawbreaker that causes Landon to reel from the impact. He falls flat on his back, and Despayre flies across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and he lands a picture perfect Handspring Moonsault. He hooks the leg.
1!
2!
Landon kicks out with force. Despayre quickly gets to his feet before Landon. Despayre lands a Dropkick that pushes Landon back into the ropes. As he rebounds, Despayre goes for a Hip Toss, but Landon blocks it. He goes to reverse with one of his own, but Despayre blocks. He rams Landon’s face into his knee twice before hitting a Hurricanrana that sends Landon off into the corner. As Despayre gets up, Landon shocks him with a quick Clothesline. Landon stumbles over to Ethan and slaps hands with him, making the tag.
Simone: And we’re seeing the second tag to from someone to their actual teammate.
Adams: And Ethan looks to be on fire as soon as he gets in on the action!
Before Despayre has a chance to get to his feet, Ethan catches him around the waist. He wrestles with the smaller opponent, forcing him between his legs, landing a Powerbomb. He hooks on, hitting a second one. He keeps it locked, lifting Despayre up for a third one, but he is closer to Big B than he realizes. B grabs onto Despayre’s hands, helping him to gain leverage. Despayre is able to summon the strength to land a Tornado DDT on Ethan that sends the fans into a roar of applause!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*
Simone: This match promised to be one of the best of the night, and these guys are certainly delivering!
Adams: We have yet to see Jon Dough, or the champs in official action, and Connor Murphy has had plenty of time to recuperate. This one could be anyone’s game!
Ethan and Despayre are sprawled out on the mat from the impact. Ethan grabs onto his head as he tries to get to his feet very slowly. As Despayre starts to stir, Ethan picks up the much smaller grappler and locks on for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Despayre hits multiple Headbutts to stop him. Ethan lets go of Despayre, but takes a few steps back, nailing a Big Boot to the cruiserweight. Ethan drops down for the count on Despayre.
1!
2!
Adams: And we’ve got a kick out from Despayre!
Simone: That feisty little guy has gotten out of much stickier predicaments, but it’s good to see that this thing isn’t anywhere near over yet!
Ethan lifts Despayre up from the mat, but Despayre trips him up into a Victory Roll pin
1!
2!
Ethan shifts the pin over, Despayre’s shoulders pinned down against the mat.
1!
2!
At this point, Frost and Acquin come inside of the ring to break things up. Acquin grabs Despayre and tosses him into the corner. Frost stomps on Ethan several times before picking him up and tossing him into an empty corner. He and Acquin ascend the corners, laying in punches to their respective opponents. Jasmine shouts at them both to stop and exit the ring, but neither one pays her any mind.
Simone: Their tactics are clear, as they wear down their opponents while refusing to tag in. It is disgusting.
Adams: It looks like the others aren’t having any of this!
Big B clubs Acquin across the back as Jon Dough grabs hold of Acquin’s tights. Connor and Landon grab onto Frost, and simultaneously, Ethan and Despayre hooks their attacker’s legs, and are aided with a three person Powerbomb!
Adams: What do you even call that?! It’s amazing!
Simone: I call it fair game! The champs just got a taste of their own medicine right there!
The crowd erupts into cheers as all of the illegal entrants exit the ring to their respective corners, save for Frost and Acquin. Despayre grabs onto Frost as Ethan grabs onto Acquin, lifting them up from the mat and dumping them over the top rope. The crowd cheers as they dust their hands off in satisfaction before turning back to one another. Ethan contemplates in his mind as Despayre rushes forward. They both tie up in the center of the ring. Ethan presses Despayre against the ropes before flinging him across the ring. As Despayre closes in on the ropes, he hits a Springboard Elbow to a charging Ethan. As Ethan spins around, Despayre leaps onto the back of Ethan and falls down with a Back Breaker.
Adams: Despayre is on fire out there!
Simone: He is, but it looks like Jon Dough wants to blow out that fire as he tags himself in!
Jon Dough steps inside of the ring once Jasmine signals the tag. Despayre looks rubbed the wrong way as he steps outside, glaring at Dough. Dough turns his attention to his stable mate, but no sooner than he does, do we find Despayre leaning over the ropes, tagging himself back in! Jasmine signals the tag much to Dough’s dismay. Despayre jumps over the ropes, ready to take on the action, but Dough quickly tags himself back in again. Despayre looks angry as he storms off to the corner, exiting. Dough makes sure to put distance between them to avoid the tag again. Ethan gets to his feet, and Jon hits a Shuffle Side Kick.
Simone: He about took Ethan’s head off with that one!
Adams: Jon Dough is making his presence felt right out of the gate here!
Jon Dough leans down and picks Ethan up off of the mat. He lands an over shoulder Back to Belly Piledriver that rocks the ring. He takes a short stroll around Ethan, seeing his stable mate holding onto his neck. He picks Ethan up from the mat and flings him into the ropes. As Ethan comes back, he locks on a Sleeper Hold that causes a pop from the audience. He locks it on tightly, bringing Ethan down to his knees. Ethan slaps at his arm, trying to break free, but Jon doesn’t give an inch. He wrenches tightly. Ethan starts to fade, going slightly limp as Dough continues to apply the hold.
Adams: And just like that, this match could very well be over!
Simone: I wouldn’t count on that, Jason. We’ve seen how the champions are playing this one, and I wouldn’t bet on it…
Ethan grows wary as he falls down to the mat. Suddenly, Acquin starts to get inside of the ring, and Jon releases the hold. He bounds across the ring, planting him down with a Clothesline. Ethan starts to recharge a bit, and by the time Dough gets back to him, Brody trips him up, landing him throat first across the bottom ropes. Brody stands up, wobbling on his feet as he stumbles over to Frost, tagging him in!
Adams: Frost has been tagged! He’s officially in this match!
Simone: And he looks completely unhappy to be in this match. I wonder what he’s going to do now?
Frost glares at Ethan who steps to the outside. Frost tries to tag him back in, but Ethan drops down to the floor! Frost tries to make his way around, but Despayre, Big B, Connor Murphy, and Landon Axel join him, giving Frost a taste of his own medicine! Frost makes his way over to Acquin, who simply shakes his head in the negative. Frost tags him in anyway, causing his partner to give him a dirty look. While the two argue in the corner, Dough comes out of nowhere with a Double Clothesline, leveling both men! Frost rolls to the outside of the ring as Dough picks Acquin up. He sends Acquin across the ring, and as he rebounds, Dough hits a Lou Thesz Press, nailing a fury of punches to Acquin’s face.
Crowd: *POP!*
Simone: There is some serious pent up frustration that Dough is relieving right here!
Adams: Well, this guy practically screwed him out of the titles seven weeks ago at Blaze of Glory III, so this is tame compared to what I’m sure he’d like to be doing…
Dough doesn’t relent with his attack on Acquin, letting the punches fly. Acquin reaches up and rakes at his mask, serving as a distraction so that he can get out from underneath his attacker. He quickly climbs up to his feet, but Dough is there and waiting for him with a boot to the mid section. He brings Acquin down with a hard DDT. Dough stands up and stares down at Acquin as he rolls around on the mat. He picks Acquin off of the mat and sends him flying into the ropes. He waits for Acquin with a shuffling side kick, but Acquin ducks just below the foot, coming off of the opposite ropes to land a Bulldog to Dough. With Dough on the ground, Acquin quickly sets him up for the Sharpshooter as the audience rains down with boos.
Adams: This one is pretty risky, Belinda. There are five other men on the outside that could come in and break this one up quickly.
Simone: But, the move is a painful one that takes a lot out of an opponent. And with a guy like Jon Dough, taking out the legs is a wise strategy.
Dough can’t get out of this move as he struggles to get near the ropes. His arms fly out wildly, desperately reaching, but he is too far away from them. Acquin tightens his grip as he taunts out to the audience, who continues to boo him. Connor has had enough of this, and he comes inside of the ring. Jasmine quickly cuts him off, ordering him back to the outside. Connor tries to get past her without shoving her, but she doesn’t let up on him. He gives up as he sees Dough inch his way over to the ropes. He points Jasmine’s attention in that direction as he gets outside of the ring. Jasmine calls for Acquin to break it up. Acquin shakes his head, refusing to give in.
Simone: Acquin is holding firm in his decision to not let go, even as Jasmine starts her count.
Adams: Of course not. What happens if he gets disqualified? They still get to walk out of here with the belts around their waists.
Jasmine reaches a count of 4, threatening to call for the bell when Connor flies inside of the ring. He comes at Acquin with a High Knee to the back of the head, instantly breaking up the hold. He threatens to do more damage, but Jasmine leads him to the outside of the ring with some force. Dough stumbles to his feet, favoring his knee as he walks it off. He picks Acquin off of the ropes and hits a thrust to his throat, that sends Acquin reeling. He quickly plants Acquin down on the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex that shakes the ring. He pins Acquin’s shoulders to the mat as Jasmine drops down.
1!
2!
Adams: Frost in for the save!
Simone: As much as their fellow competitors would love to watch Joshua Acquin pinned like this, everyone was ready to break that pin up.
Connor and Ethan both get inside of the ring and take care of Frost, sending him into the ropes, linking arms for a double clothesline him to the outside of the ring. Frost ducks underneath this. He flies forward with a Double Inverted Bulldog, landing both competitors on their backs. As Frost stands up, Jon Dough is right there to meet him. Frost looks stunned at first, but then smiles at Dough, taunting him. However, Dough doesn’t play this game back, smashing Frost across the face with a hard punch. He lifts Frost high into the air with a Military Press Slam, dumping Frost to the outside of the ring in the process!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!
As Jon turns around, Acquin is getting up to his feet. Jon clotheslines him into the corner where he tags in Connor Murphy. Connor clubs Acquin across the back as he climbs inside of the ring. Dough hoists Acquin onto the top rope, and Connor climbs up top, ready to unleash the Veritas! He hooks the arms and the crowd goes wild. Connor gives a sign of respect to the audience as he prepares to leap off with the finisher. The other competitors get nervous until Acquin flips Connor over his shoulders, causing him to tumble to the mat! Acquin walks over and tags Ethan Brody in with a chop to his chest. The fans boo as Acquin exits the ring. Ethan looks taken aback by this at first. However, he is not against a fight, even if it is another fellow stable mate.
Simone: We are seeing a lot of NXT versus NXT in this match, aren’t we?
Adams: Well, when the titles are on the line, you gotta do what you gotta do!
Ethan lifts Connor off of the mat and sends him flying over to the ropes where Despayre reaches over and tags himself in. As Connor comes back, he flies into Ethan, but Jasmine signals the tag. Despayre charges into the ring on fire as he levels Connor with a clothesline. Ethan gets up and Despayre puts him back down with a Handspring Drop Kick. He picks Connor up from the ground and dumps him to the outside of the ring. Despayre picks Ethan’s legs up and begins to slowly spin around; building it up to a Big Swing that sends Ethan skidding across the mat. He waves at the NXT member, coaxing him up. Ethan slowly gets up to his feet, and Despayre charges forward, leaping up onto Ethan’s shoulders with a Hurricanrana that brings him back down to the mat. He hugs onto Ethan’s legs for the pin.
1!
2!
Adams: I don’t think that Frost could have gotten inside of the ring any quicker to break that up. You’d think his title was on the line or something…
Simone: It is? You wouldn’t know it with how he has been avoiding the ring as if it were filled with vipers.
Big B comes inside of the ring, and hits Frost with the Big Boot to the side of his head. Acquin decides to take advantage of Jasmine being distracted, coming inside of his own. He leaps up onto Big B’s back with a choke hold. B turns around, trying to pull Acquin off of his back. Connor climbs onto the top rope, deciding to collide with both men, but B surprises him by catching him in mid air! He delivers the B Bomb to Connor, and then drops back on top of Acquin!. Despy looks over at the carnage with a smile on his face as he proudly jumps up an down. Ethan surprises him by wrapping his arms around Despayre’s waist. Ethan rolls around the front and lifts Despayre off of the ground, ready to hit a hard slam. He walks around, showing it off for the NXT fans, but the crowd distraction allows Despayre to roll out of Ethan’s grip. Despayre goes for a clothesline to his much bigger opponent, but Ethan side steps it. He flings Despayre into the ropes, looking for a clothesline of his own, but Despayre ducks underneath it. He ricochets off of the ropes, and Ethan turns into a Spinning Crossbody from Despayre, who hooks the legs as they land. Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
Landon Axel darts into the ring, but Big B levels him with a hard Atomic Drop!
2!
Jon Dough comes inside of the ring, but Big B surprises him by scooping him up into a Side Slam, just as Jasmine’s hand comes down for the…
3!
Connor gets to his feet, but he doesn’t have time to do anything as the bell rings. He drops down to his knees, holding his head in dismay.
Justin Decent: Here are your winners and NEW SIN CITY WRESTLING TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… BOOOSOM BUUUUUUUDIEEEEEEEEESSS!!!
Simone: I… I almost don’t believe it! Most of these men put everything on the line here tonight, but only one team could walk out with those straps!
Adams: You couldn’t be more right with that. We saw some impressive stuff from them, but it just seems that Bosom Buddies were meant to continue their winning streak here tonight.
”Opticon” blasts over the speakers as Despayre jumps up and down excitedly. He runs around the ring in circles, celebrating as he shouts out “WOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Jasmine brings the tag titles into the ring. She hands him one of the belts, and then hands Big B the other one. Despayre lifts the belt up and takes a bite of the gold, wincing a bit afterward, making a face.
Simone: What is he doing?
Adams: He’s probably checking for chocolate. Don’t you know anything?
She then hoists their arms high into the air as the fans roar in approval for their efforts. Synn joins them inside of the ring to join in on the celebration, holding Despayre’s other arm up, with the belt in between their grasps. The fans continue to rain down cheers upon the new champions.
Simone: Despite what one might feel about the fellow Seven Deadly Sins members, Despayre and Big B are solid fan favorites, and they’ve done the fans a real service tonight.
Adams: What’s not to like about them? Checkers, a teddy bear… throw in some booze, and that’s part of my Saturday night! Either way, congratulations to our new champions!
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes’s "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’
..
This, means, WAR!!"
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with the Roulette Championship on his waist, with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall"
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder as he hands the title to Casey. .
Andrew: Kain, you think you are confident you can defeat me because you got lucky once, and then ran like a coward when you escaped the cage and got that crack at Brother Grimm before me. Tonight, similarly to when you faced Grimm for the Roulette Title, you will fall short. You may have won that first battle between us, but know this, Mister “King of Kings“, I will win this motherfucking war, if it is the last thing I do. There is nothing you can say to prevent me from retaining my title. Just know this, after I defeat your sorry ass tonight, I am turning the page on our little rivalry, and moving on to better competition. You can talk about this match being a shoe in for you all you want, but when I defeat you, knowing I proved you wrong after all the shit you spewed about me being predictable will even greater of a victory to me than retaining the Roulette Title and it will prove that you are as predictable as I said you are. Regardless of what you say, I know I am in for a full out war, and am willing to deal with as much pain as humanly possible to defeat you.
Andrew and Casey then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks as Casey hands the Roulette title back to Andrew.
Justin Decent: Ladies, and gentlemen our next contest is our BARBED WIRE STREET FIGHT!!!
The Haka war cry of Tonga begins loud and proud. The fans start to boo right away knowing what is coming next.
Justin Decent: Introducing first... representing Hot Stuff International... from Nuke, Tonga... DUKE ATA TUPOI!
RINGA PAKIA! UMA TIARHA! TURI WHATIA! HOPE WAI AKE!
The chant is suddenly cut off by the opening riff of "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch. Duke Ata Tupoi steps out onto the ramp holding him arms out in victory as the music plays and he soaks in the jeers. Right before the chorus hits he lets out a primal scream before running down the ramp.
He slips under the barbed wire strand that replaces the bottom rope and quickly stands. He hits his chest a few times and looks upwards for a moment. The crowd boos him on.
The lights go black, completely black in the stadium. The lighting begins to change as the song begins to play showing a video so similar to his career. His theme song begins to play.
"Mayday, mayday this ship is slowly sinking. They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling. They're all around me circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors... wash away my colors!"
Just as the final line finishes, the song bursts in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they do so, the smoke circles the stage as the lights hit. Michael comes rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they go ballistic as their favorite enigma is ready to do battle. The new theme defines him and helps the creatures understand he is here for them. After coming out from the back, Michael immediately stares down the ring from the top of the ramp.
Justin Decent: His opponent from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! He is The Enigma... MICHAEL HARDYYYYYY!
His eyes wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he has had. As Michael continues to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he stops as the ramp meets the floor around the ring. The Creatures, and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. Michael slowly turn his attention to the steel steps still taking in the fans approval. Michael slides under the bottom strand of barbed wire to get inside the ring. Waiting for his music to die down... the Creatures begin to chant, "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!”
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, this type of match is not for the squeamish. If you are in the least bit upset by the sight of blood, this may be the time to get a beverage.
Both Michael Hardy, and Duke Ata Tupoi inspect the strands of barbed wire. Hardy is in his usual long sleeve ring gear, and jeans. Duke Ata Tupoi has his arms heavily taped to help protect himself from the perils of the barbed wire bloodfest that is about to commence. He also is sporting jeans and a thicker shirt for added protection. Referee Drew Patton is also sporting some extra protection of long sleeved welding gloves, and a pair of wire cutters. He calls for the bell to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: But, if you love gore, well have we got a doozy of a match for you! As you can see, the ropes... well there are none. They have been replaced by several feet of RAZOR SHARP BARBED WIRE! Also scattered around the ring are instruments of fun loving destruction that will most definitely come into play during this match... if we can it that.
Hardy and Duke start off the match very cautious. Both are aware of the dangers that surround them. The two men circle each other getting their range figured out. Duke strikes first with a stiff right hand that staggers Michael Hardy! Duke grabs hold of Michael’s shirt, and whips him across the ring. Hardy is able to put on the brakes at the last second, avoiding the barbed wire.
Simone: Close call for Michael Hardy! He was almost the first to meet the cold steel here tonight! This is the type of match that one single mistake can end it in an instant! You have to be very aware of your surroundings in a barbed wire street fight. One wrong move can lead to doom.
The two fierce rivals lock up in the center of the ring. Duke’s strength advantage is plain as day, and he launches Michael through the air again. Michael crashes inches away from the corner, and the barbed wire. Duke makes his way over to Michael. He is caught by surprise when Hardy grabs him by the shirt, and yanks him into the barbed wire chest first! Duke growls in pain from the initial shock of being gripped by the barbs!
Simone: Duke tastes the steel first here tonight! He definitely does not like it one bit!
Duke quickly tears away from the barbed wire, ripping the front of his shirt in the process. His chest begins to trickle with blood. Duke whips around, and snatches Michael Hardy by the hair.
Duke: YOUR TURN!
Duke forces Michael Hardy’s forehead into the strand of barbed wire that has replaced the top rope of the Sin City Wrestling ring for this violent display. He presses hard as the barbs pierce the flesh of SCW’s Enigma. Duke slowly drags Michael Hardy’s face along the strand. The blood begins to flow like a faucet in an instant.
Simone: Oh my god I can’t watch this!
Micheal Hardy screams in agony as Duke Ata Tupoi uses his strength to hold Hardy flush into one of the barbs. The camera zooms in, and you can see the barb dig deep into Hardy’s forehead. A pool of blood is beginning to form below on the canvas staining it a dark red.
Adams: You wuss! This is great He’s a bleeder! Look at that crimson mask right there! That ain’t his makeup!
Duke swipes the forehead of Michael Hardy with his hand. He looks down at his handiwork, and an evil grin is the outcome. Hardy falls to a knee. He tries to stand, but falls down to a knee again.
Simone: Hardy is losing a ton of blood. He is definitely disoriented. This kid is resilient though. We have seen it time. and time again. He doesn’t back down from anyone.
Michael slides out under the bottom strand of barbed wire to regroup from the assault of Duke Ata Tupoi. Duke realizes he needs to stay on the offensive and makes his way over to Hardy to continue his attack. However, he is greeted with a barbed wire bat to the skull as he reaches down to pull Hardy back in.
Simone: Hardy played a little possum! Duke is out on his feet!
Duke stumbles back from the unexpected blow. Hardy quickly starts tossing weapons into the ring while he has a chance. These weapons include a barbed wire wrapped steel chair, barbed wire board, and the bat. Michael slides back into the ring. Duke is still clutching his face from the blow. He drops his hands, and we can see that Duke’s eyebrow has been busted open by the shot from the baseball bat. The blood is gushing from the open wound.
Adams: Duke is bleeding like a stuck pig! This is one of, if not the most infamous of matches in the history of professional wrestling. This match right here has the potential of being a career ender for one of these two individuals here tonight. If you have never experienced the the massacre that comes with a barbed wire street fight, this match can right you through the gauntlet of emotions.
Simone: It really is a masochist’s dream. This type of match ranks up there as the most violent match in professional wrestling history. Professional wrestlers that partake in a barbed wire street fight are truly never the same physically or mentally. I think Duke’s blood has blinded him from that shot with the barbed wire baseball bat!
Duke flails wildly at the air, trying to hit anything that moves and is in range. Hardy takes advantage, and pops Duke in the chest with a dropkick that sends him backfirst into the barbed wire!
CROWD: FUCK HIM UP HARDY!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Hardy grabs the bat, and swings for the fences! He connects to the exposed chest, and stomach of Duke Ata Tupoi!
CROWD: FUCK HIM UP HARDY!
CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!
Adams: These fans cheered the hunter that shot bambi’s mother! Those barbs are razor sharp. They will tear you to shreds.
Duke screams out as Michael Hardy cracks him with the bat again. Duke is defensives as he is entangled into the top two strands of barbed wire. Drew Patton rushes over with the wire cutters to free the beast as the barbs dig tear through the tape that is providing a little protection.
Simone: For the love of god... this has NOTHING to do with wrestling!
Drew works feverishly, and finally Duke is free. Duke falls to the mat. He quickly inspects the damage, and tries to get to his feet. Hardy swings with the bat again, but he misses as Duke sees it at the last second and ducks out of the way. Duke hauls Hardy to the mat, and blasts him with a right hand stunning him. Duke grabs one of the strands of barbed wire that has been cut by Drew Patton. He wraps it around the forehead, and face of Michael Hardy. He pulls hard as Hardy yells out in pain as the barbs tear at his flesh again!
Adams: Yes, it does! This is how you decide who the true warriors of professional wrestling. Who can survive... no... who can thrive in this environment!
Duke takes the back of Michael Hardy, and hauls back on the strands of barbed wire in modified camel clutch.
Simone: This is disgusting! Stop the damn match! There is no need of this! Drew! Stop the match!
Duke gets to his feet, and drags Michael to his feet by the barbed wire crown that digs deeper and deeper. The blood from Hardy’s wounds has covered him from head to toe. Michael’s feet dangle in the air as Duke lifts him higher and higher. In a last ditch effort, Hardy kicks wildly.
Simone: Almighty equalizer!
Hardy connects with Duke’s boys which immediately causes Duke to let go of the barbed wire. Hardy drops to the mat. Duke keels over in obvious pain.
Simone: Hardy’s got the chair!
Hardy slams the chair onto the canvas firing himself up. With the crowd firmly behind him, Michael Hardy whips the chair through the air with all of his remaining energy.
Adams: Hardy with the wind up... swing batter!
CRACK!
Hardy drills Duke Ata Tupoi in the face with the barbed wire wrapped steel chair.
CRACK!
And again to the face!
CRACK!
And again!
CRACK!
And another!
CRACK!
And one more for good measure!
Simone: Michael Hardy unleashed an onslaught of shots to the face with that barbed wire wrapped steel chair! The monster is in a ton of trouble right now!
Adams: Loving the violent side of Michael Hardy! This match is bringing out the best in Hardy!
Hardy drives the steel chair into the midsection, doubling him over. He stumbles back a few steps, and then charges forward.
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Hardy leaps up, and then drops his leg across the back of the head of Duke Ata Tupoi!
Adams: HOLLOW ENDING!
Hardy drives Duke face first into the barbed wire wrapped steel chair!
Simone: Right onto the barbed wire steel chair!
Hardy rolls over the motionless Duke Ata Tupoi, and hooks the leg. Drew Patton drops down to count the pinfall.
1!
2!
3!
Simone: Hardy’s done it! He’s slayed the beast!
Adams: This disgusting display of hatred is over!
Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall... MICHAEL HARDY!!
We move backstage to find Spike Staggs standing outside of the NXT Locker Room area. He is leaning against the wall, looking down at his watch. He takes in a deep breath and turns to look to his left. After a second of inspecting it, he turns to his right. His posture slumps just a bit as he looks back down to his watch.
Spike: Where is she? No, stop worrying, Spike. She will be here…
Spike tries to calm himself down as he forces a positive smile onto his face. The door to the locker room opens up as Connor Murphy walks out. Spike looks over to him, trying to maintain his composure by widening his smile a bit. However, Connor sees right through it and places his hand on the door frame.
Connor: When will ya learn that you can’t fool people with that fake smile me boyo? I might not know ya as well as I should yet, but I know better than that.
Spike slowly lets it fade from his face. However, instead of looking worried again, he simply has a blank look on his face. Connor gives him a playful pat on the shoulder.
Connor: Don’t worry about it so much. She’ll be here. You know Vixen can’t resist an SCW Supercard. Ya just have to let her come to you in her own time.
Spike: I know… I just can’t help but worry. She took that match with Roxi Johnson very seriously. I’ve never seen her like that, and I’ve never seen her the way I saw her in Japan, and ever since arriving here in Cape Town…
Connor knows that nothing else that he could possibly say right now would help Spike feel any better. He simply gives Spike another pat on the shoulder and a nod of the head. Spike gives a nod in return as he pats Connor’s shoulder back. Connor walks off down the hallway as Spike continues to casually look around. Something catches his eyes, and he stares as someone begins to approach him. Erik Staggs comes into view as he stares at Spike.
Erik: Hey, Spike… do you have a second? I need to talk to you about something.
Spike looks suspiciously at Erik, rubbing his chin as he takes in a deep breath.
Spike: Sure, I’ve got a minute… What’s going on?
Erik: Well, I just got out of a meeting with a client, and I was kind of… confused by the nature of the meeting.
Spike shrugs his shoulders, showing that he is rather disinterested in what Erik is saying. He looks back down to his watch before taking another glance around the hallway. Erik clears his throat as if to try to regain Spike’s attention.
Spike: Yeah? And how does it have anything to do with me? Last I checked, I was just a manager around here.
Erik: Well, it has something to do with one of your clients, actually…
Spike: Okay… what did Jamie do now?
Erik offers a chuckle in response to Spike’s question. He shakes his head as he places a gentle hand on Spike’s shoulder. Spike quickly shrugs it off and takes a step to the side.
Erik: It’s not about that… but the night is young… It is about Vixen. She and I had a little conversation, and…
Spike cocks his head to the side curiously once more.
Spike: Wait, you mean Vixen is here already? What did she say?
Erik: Oh, so now you have time to listen to me, huh? Since it is something you care about? Well, wait until you hear…
Spike: It’s just, with the way things have been the last ten years, we don’t have a history of being cordial to one another. Now, what did she say?
Erik: She was sitting in my chair when I got back to my office, and I tried to offer her a friendly ear. With everything going on, I was just trying to be nice, and…
Spike scoffs at the notion that his uncle could be anything even remotely resembling nice. Erik stops and glares for a moment before returning to his point.
Erik: She told me she didn’t want to talk. She started demanding things, rematches, and tag titles… I suggested she would need a partner, and she grabbed me by my tie…
Spike: Okay, you can stop right there, because I don’t believe she would do that. Even with her attitude since I found her in Japan, she wouldn’t go that far as to…
Erik: Son, you need to check your facts, because she did. And that isn’t even the worst of it. When I told her I couldn’t make any guarantees, she walked to the door and said that she…
Erik can’t seem to look Spike in the eye at the moment. He looks off to the side as his voice trails off to silence. Spike leans forward, cupping his hand around his ear to take a closer listen.
Spike: What? What was that?
Erik: She quit! She walked out of my office, implying that she was quitting, and when I asked, she just smiled at me, and walked out… I was hoping that you could shed some light on this for me…
Spike moves his lips as he looks confused. He seems to almost stare right through Erik as he tries to question this. He shakes his head as he finally seems to look at Erik.
Spike: She… quit? That can’t be right. Maybe you heard her wrong?
Erik: She made it pretty clear to me. I was hoping maybe she was having a monthly visitor or something? I don’t know, but I need to know what is going on here.
Spike: I… I have no idea, Erik. I really don’t. I wish I did, but I am clueless here. I wonder if she is still here…
Spike starts to walk off as if he were suddenly going to find her, but Erik holds his arm out to block it. Spike tries to push past him, but Erik is firm with his hold. Spike shrugs him off, but Erik imposes his presence further.
Erik: Spike, stop. Doesn’t this seem a little too familiar? Chasing a woman who turns around and kicks you in the balls? History is trying to repeat itself, and you’re letting it, again…
Spike: No! No, I’m not because this is different! She is just going through something, and she needs me.
Erik: You’re starting to sound a lot like that Cyrus guy running around here with Roxi…
Spike gets a disgusted look on his face as he looks away from Erik. He seems to see some kind of truth in his uncle’s words as he eases up his fight to get past him. Spike rubs his hands over his face and through his spiky black hair. Spike looks back to Erik and nods his head.
Spike: Okay… If she wants to talk to me, she knows how to find me. But please don’t hold it against her. Give her a chance to come to her senses before spreading this news.
Erik: I don’t know if that’s ever going to happen, Spike. I heard she was heading for the exit after storming out of my office.
Spike: Just… let me try to find out what is going on later. But for now, I’ve got to get my troops ready for battle tonight. Just give me some time before making anything official, okay?
Erik nods his head slowly as he takes in a deep breath. He gives Spike a pat on the shoulder before heading off in the direction he came from. Spike just stares off into the distance before slowly turning to walk inside of the NXT locker room again.
The cameras fade into Zuri Justice's locker room as she and her twin sister are sitting across each other.
Blanca: There are some strange people in this company.
Zuri: Yeah, and there are some people who need a reality check.
Blanca: Like those ugly bitches Mean Girls. I swear if that is the new "sexy" then we are in serious trouble.
Zuri: Sean Jackson, had better keep his friend on a leash or there will be hell to pay.
Blanca and Zuri stare at each other when Mr. Carlson walks.
Mr. Carlson: Would you like some tea my ladies?
Zuri looks up at Mr. Carlson.
Zuri: Yes. Carlson, what do you think about the people here?
Mr. Carlson: Well my lady I view everyone a little differently then you do. I see people crying for someone to put them out of their misery. I see a young woman with royal blood rising to the top of the class. That my lady is a bloody fact. Now I will go get your tea.
Mr. Carlson walks out as Zuri and Blanca glance at each other. A smile comes across Zuri's face as the scene fades.
Justin Decent:: And for your next match and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship, the match will be held under Taipei Death Match rules. Introducing first the challenger weighing in at 240 pounds, from Detroit Illinois... he is The King of Kings... Kaaaaainnnn!
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. 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 Decent:: And his opponent, weighing in at 245 pounds, from Oakland California... he is the current Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion.... Annnndreeeeew Gaaaarrrciaaa!!
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes’s "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’
…
This, means, WAR!!
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with the Roulette Championship on his waist, with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder as he hands the title to Casey.
As Kain and Andrew stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring Drew tries to explain the rules but the two giants standing center stage aren’t worried about the rules. Drew shrugs and signals for the bell as Kain and Andrew exchange filthy looks at each other.
DING! DING! DING!
Simone:: Well here goes our first Taipei Death Match in Sin City Wrestling.
Adams:: Blood, so much blood is about to fill this ring.
Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD!
Simone:: This isn’t going to be much of a wrestling match, more like a bloody boxing brawl.
Adams:: And the crowd couldn’t be happier.
Kain and Andrew start to circle each other in the ring, while standing with their smashed glass covered hands up and ready to rumble. Andrew takes a big swing but Kain ducks out of the way only to pop back up and fire off a massive right hand hook of his own. Andrew is able to jump back and avoid contact as both men start to throw punches at each other, each punch missing.
Adams:: I would be ducking a weaving too Belinda, my face is too pretty for this.
Simone:: Oh really?
Crowd: WE WANT BLOOD!
Andrew goes for a massive swinging punch but Kain ducks out of the way spinning around before firmly drop kicking the champions legs out from underneath him. Andrew falls to the canvas but quickly tries to make it to his feet but Kain has other ideas. Kain charges over towards Andrew and nails his massive boot square into the spine of the champion, before bending down and grinding his glass covered gloved hand across the forehead of Andrew, opening his wide open.
Crowd: FUUUUUCK YESS!!!
Adams:: Well that didn’t take long.
Kain holds his fist against Andrew’s face and digs the shards of glass into his skin, ripping his skin apart. The fans are going crazy and a river of blood flows from Andrew’s face down onto Kain’s hand. Kain back away from Andrew and smears his opponent’s blood across his chest taunting down to Andrew who is now on his knees. Kain makes his way back over towards Andrew and he plants his knee into his jaw snapping the champion’s head back, but before he can fall to the canvas Kain catches his head and slams it into his waiting fist. The broken glass pins into Andrew’s flesh like a knife slicing bread.
Simone:: What a sick evil man.
Adams:: All for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship.
Simone:: I think it’s more to do with the bragging rights, the king of kings believes he is entitled to.
Crowd: Fuck him up, fuck him up!!
Kain continues to grind his fist across Andrew’s face, before taking a few steps back. Kain makes his way over towards the other side of the ring and looks as if he is going to charge back into Andrew, but out of nowhere Andrew gets his elbow up and drives it into the challenges guts. Kain doubles over and Andrew uses his feet to trip Kain up making his fall knee first to the canvas. Like a shark that smells blood Andrew swiftly gets to his feet and stalks over towards Kain, getting his payback as he drives his own glass covered fist across the forehead of the king of kings.
Adams:: Paybacks a bitch.
Once Andrew sees the blood starting to flow from Kain’s forehead the champion smiles wildly as he brings is hand away from Kain’s head. Pushing Kain into the ropes Andrew hooks Kain’s arms over the second rope, before driving his knee into his spine over and over again. Kain can be heard groaning in pain as the champion comes around and starts to pound his fists into the arms of Kain. With each impact of his fists Andrew drags his hands down Kain’s skin, opening him up like a wild cat.
Simone:: Kain is now bleeding from the forehead and both of his arms.
Adams:: Andrew’s wasting no time in getting one up on the challenger.
Crowd: BLEED HIM OUT, BLEED HIM OUT, BLEED HIM OUT!!
Drew can be seen standing in the background, not doing a lot as his job is pretty pointless in this match as Andrew continues to shred open Kain’s arms like a cheese grater. Andrew takes a step back and heads back in with a massive swing but Kain drops to the canvas and ducks out of harm’s way. Andrew slams himself into the ropes giving Kain enough time to make his way back up to his feet. Kain and Andrew now stand toe to toe both men dripping with blood, the camera zooming in on Andrew’s forehead to see a shard of glass is sticking out of his skull.
Adams: I’m going to vomit, pass me your handbag Simone!
Simone: Why don’t you use your own Jason?
Kain is the first to throw a punch that land on Andrew’s jaw; the champion stumbles backwards but comes back swing with a right hook of his own. The fury of flying fist drives Andrew back into the ropes, he is cornered into the turnbuckle as Kain open ups with right hook after right hook after right hook the face of Andrew. With each Punch, the glass rips the champion open spilling his blood.
Crowd: SCW, SCW, SCW!
Andrew’s face is so covered in blood that he can barely see but that doesn’t stop the champion acting on impulse as Kain comes in with another bone crushing right hand Andrew catches his hand and tangles it up in his. Andrew locks it in and drags Kain into the center of the ring before flipping the challenger on his back. Andrew wastes no time as comes crashing in his hands coming into contact with Kain’s exposed stomach. Andrew grinds his hands over Kain’s chest ripping it open.
Adams: It looks like Kain walked into the Sin’s locker-room and Kittie had her way with him.
Simone:: Oh wow!
Adams:: He’s got claw marks Belinda, get it? Get it?
Simone:: You really are stupid.
Andrew makes his way back up to his feet, reaching down he grabs onto Kain’s arm and drags him out of the ring. Andrew jumps down and out of the ring, with a massive leg drop that connects across the throat of Kain.
Adams:: ORANGE HULKS MASH LEG DROP!!
As Kain tries to gasp for air Andrew drags the glass across Kain’s forehead once more. Kain in a moment of pure adrenaline shoves Andrew’s body off of his. Kain gets to his feet as does Andrew, but Kain is too quick and he spears Andrew into the side of the ring, his spine pinning against the apron. Andrew bellows in pain as Kain storms off towards the announces table, quickly snapping up a chair. Without even thinking Kain stomps back around to Andrew and opens a can of whoop arse on the champion, driving the chair into his gut before viciously whipping it across his back.
Crowd: SCW, SCW, SCW!
Kain looks like a mad man as he slams the chair across the spine of Andrew again and again and again. Andrew falls face first to the hard flooring below him. Kain lifts the chair high above his head, blood pouring down his arm as he does so before driving it into Andrew’s body once more. Andrew rolls over and tosses and turns on his aching spine, while Kain throws the chair to the side. Scooping Andrew up Kain picks the champion up before tossing him over his shoulder, the challenger has his eyes looked on the steel ring steps as he charges over towards them looking to plant Andrew’s bloody face onto them. Just as he goes to let Andrew kiss the steps, Andrew wiggles free and pushes Kain to the pole. Kain staggers backwards, while doing sure he turns around straight into a stiff kick to the jaw.
Adams:: Holy sheep, did you hear that, I think Andrew just kicked Kain’s teeth down his throat.
Simone:: The sad thing is, as much as Kain looks hurt, he has that’s possessed look in his eyes.
Adams:: They don’t call him the King of Kings for nothing.
Simone:: Don’t count Orange Hulk out!!
Andrew signals to the crowd that this is the end, picking up Kain he pushes the challenger into the ring under the bottom rope. Andrew follows him in, once inside the ring Andrew lifts Kain and sets him up for the bust a cap, as Andrew goes to hook the legs, Kain drives his glass covered hands right into Andrews groin with a low blow. The look on Andrew’s face says it all as the face ooooooo in sympathy. Andrew stumbles backwards but Kain catches him before drilling his fist into his face with a whirlwind fist, as Andrew is trying to remember what day it is Kain follows up with the Malice, crashing down on top of him for a pin.
1!
2!
3!
Adams:: Holy shit Belinda, Kain gets the win with the first pinfall?
Simone:: Well that’s the way some of these matches go down Jason.
Adams:: What a mess, what an absolute mess.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent:: Here is your winner and NEW Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, KAAAAAINNN!!
As Sean Jackson and Marshall are walking in the backstage area, Marshall stops dead in his tracks, using his arm to block Sean's forward movement. He then uses his head to attract Sean's attention in a direction off screen.
Marshall: Holy cow, will you take a look at that.
Marshall starts to fix his jacket as if he's going to head in that direction as the camera shifts to reveal that he's looking at Zuri Justice. Marshall gets ready to take that first step when Sean stops him.
Jackson: She'll break you in half Marshall. Trust me.
It's obvious Zuri hears the conversation and turns to face the disrespectful Marshall Owens. As she does, Sean immediately steps in between and quickly defuses the situation before it gets out of hand.
Jackson: You'll have to forgive him. His mother doesn't let him out much.
Marshall: Hey, what's with the charley bravo there Sean?
Zuri looks both Marshall and Sean while shaking her head.
Zuri Justice: Marshall, you should listen to your client. In case you didn't know I am not into guys.
Her identical twin sister walks up behind the two men with their father right beside her.
Blanca Justice: Sis, are these two assholes giving you problems?
Marshall goes to say something, but Sean cuts him off. The last thing he wants is for Zuri and Blanca to beat Marshall to a bloody pulp.
Jackson: Not at all, Marshall was just leaving. Wasn't you Marshall?
Marshall again, attempts to say something. But again is cut off by Jackson.
Jackson: Wasn't you Marshall?
Sensing the odds aren't entirely great, Marshall snorts before walking away. Sean then turns his attention to Zuri and Blanca, completely ignoring their father.
Jackson: See, situation handled. Crisis avoided. No need for the nut cracker brigade to go all ball bashing in Cape town.
He was looking in the direction of Zuri, but all the while, aiming the retort directly at Blanca. Blanca laughs as Zuri doesn't bat one eyelash.
Blanca Justice: Is the big bad Mental Rapist scared of little ole me?
Zuri motions for her sister to shut up.
Zuri Justice: What is it that you want Sean? I am pretty sure you have bigger things on your plate. You just better tell your perverted friend that if he wants to keep speaking baritone then he best stay clear of me.
Her father leaves the scene as Blanca sits down on a crate. Zuri waits for Sean's response.
Sean looks back over his shoulder to see Marshall has left the area, then turns back to Zuri.
Jackson: Hey, I was just walking by. Marshall was the one who felt the need to check out the goods, so whatever beef you have, it's with him. Right now, my mind is on nothing but Simon Jones and the SCW title.
Sean then turns his attention to Blanca.
Jackson: Afraid? no Blanca, not even close to being afraid. So do yourself a favor and understand one simple fact in this business. When Sean Jackson shows you a little bit of respect, don't ever make the mistake of thinking it is done out of fear. Because like a snake, I can strike just as quick and it can be just as deadly. Just ask Drake Green.
He then returns his attention to Zuri.
Jackson: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a championship to win.
He then gives a slight nod of his head.
Jackson: Ladies.
Sean then walks away smiling, leaving the twin sisters still standing there.
Following an intermission, the camera returns to the ringside area where the Lion's Den cage has been set up inside of the six-sided ring.
The multi-sided cage was set up inside of the ring ropes, preventing their use and the use of the turnbuckles. There was only one door, and it faced the ring steps where Justin Decent stood with the key, waiting to make the announcements as Jacob Summers stood inside of the middle of the mesh cage, waiting.
Justin: The following contest is the Lion's Den match! The only way to win is by submission or Knock out!
The crowd cheers.
Simone: This is a first for Sin City Wrestling, a Lion's den match!
Adams: It just goes to show how much these two guys hate each other.
Simone: Exactly. Neither of them wanted to make it easy on the other so they found a match where all they could do is hurt the other.
Adams: For these two, that's perfect!
“Zombie” by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, but Odette Ryder walks out on the top of the ramp. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos.
Justin: Accompanied by Odette Stevens! From Parts Unknown, weighing 230 pounds ... Gabriel!
Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Odette walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel’s face. Gabriel’s eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Odette walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and Odette runs her hands down his body. Gabriel turns his head to her, with a simple nod, they start to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside of the Lion's Den cage while Odette smiles on from the outside.
Justin: His opponent is from Queens, New York, weighing 200 pounds ... STEVE Ramone!
"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out onto the stage. He high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, and once he reaches the ringside area, Steve climbs in through the cage's door and immediately charges Gabriel, sweeping his legs out from under him and lays into him as the crowd ignites!
Simone: And we are underway!
Steve is all over Gabriel, throwing heavy lefts and rights into his rival's head and face as Gabriel attempts to shield himself from the blows with his forearms! The crowd is standing, cheering for Steve as Odette screams from the outside, unable to aid her husband!
Adams: Steve is going to town!
Simone: Forget the No Contact ruling! That's done and over! There is absolutely nothing now keeping him from laying into Gabriel!
Gabriel tries to throw Steve off but Ramone is stuck to him like a pit bull! Steve pins him down under his own body weight and has one handful of hair and is throwing heavy blows down into Gabriel's face! Gabriel finally manages to throw him off and tries to roll away but Steve pounces on him all over again and grabs him by the head and slams it right down into the mat! Steve then throws him over onto his back and straddles his chest and starts with the fist shots again!
Adams: Boy you can tell Steve is getting off on this!
Simone: After everything that Gabriel has done to him and his family, Steve wants to inflict as much pain and damage as he possibly can!
Gabriel finally manages to fend Steve off, rolling him off and then reversing the situation! Odette cheers as Gabriel returns the favor and assaults Steve with his own series of hard fists to the face! Steve responds to this by grabbing Gabriel and pulling him closer and chomping down hard on his face!
Simone: And that right there shows you Steve is going to do anything and everything to make Gabriel answer for all he's done!
Gabriel screams out in pain and falls back off of Steve as Ramone gets back to a standing position, as Gabriel does the same. Steve comes right in after him but Gabriel doubles the man over with a boot to the stomach. Gabriel then grabs him by the back of the head and goes to run his face into the cage but Steve puts up a boot to block it, then retaliates and slams Gabriel's face into the cage! Gabriel staggers back, holding his face, and Steve dropkicks him in the back, sending him careening again into the cage face-first! Gabriel staggers around with his back to the mesh steel and Steve buries a fist into his stomach and then lays a right across his face!
Simone: Oh if ANYONE thought they were going to be witnessing a technical masterpiece, then they've never seen a Lion's Den match! This is a brawl! A flat out fight, pure and simple!
Gabriel fights back, shoving him away and then charging forward but Steve ducks under the wild swing. The momentum spins Gabriel around and Steve scoops him up around the legs and drops him in an inverted atomic drop! Odette covers her mouth with both hands as Gabriel lurches over at the waist, clutching himself!
Adams: I guess that spoils Gabriel and Odette's post-show activities.
Steve uses his legs to sweep Gabriel's own out from under him. Steve then grabs his legs, setting him up for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Gabriel jabs him in the eye with his finger, breaking up the attempt.
Simone: That's one thing that's going to cause severe trouble if either of these men gets caught in a submission predicament. The ropes are outside of the cage.
Adams: That's right! That means they won't be able to break the hold!
Steve staggers back, temporarily blinded, and Gabriel pulls his leg out from under him and immediately locks him in a short-leg scissors!
Adams: And Gabriel is going right for a submission attempt!
Steve yells out in pain and thrashes on the canvas, but he refuses to submit as Jacob goes in to ask. Steve hollers in pain as Gabriel tightens the hold, but Steve starts to use his free foot to kick out at Gabriel and he finally forces his opponent to release him. Steve falls back and staggers to his feet, favoring his leg. Gabriel moves in for the kill and he begins lashing out with savate kicks to his now-bad leg. Gabriel grabs the leg and goes for a leg sweep, but Steve quickly ensnares him in a front face lock and Gabriel's own maneuver causes him to plant himself head-first into the mat with a makeshift DDT!
Simone: Oh now THAT was clever!
Adams: He didn't get it all but Gabriel's brains have definitely been scrambled.
Gabriel rolls over onto his back, dazed, as Steve starts to climb the side of the cage, then boosts himself off and drops a guillotine legdrop across Gabriel's throat!
Simone: That is one thing we have yet to touch on. With the ropes and corners outside of the cage, about eighty percent of both men's offense has been neutralized.
Adams: Yeah well, Steve improvised pretty well there, didn't he?
Steve rolls Gabriel over onto his stomach, pulls back on his head and locks in the Dragon sleeper!
Simone: And now Steve is going for the submission!
Jacob leans in closely to ask Gabriel, trying to protect his well being, but Gabriel refuses to yield to Steve Ramone! Gabriel starts to weaken and fade, and Jacob lifts his arm once, and it falls. He lifts it a second time, and again the arm falls down.
Adams: One more time and the match is Steve's.
Jacob lifts the arm and goes to let it drop, but Gabriel prevents this by grasping a handful of the referee's shirt! Jacob tries to pull himself free but Gabriel won't let go and the ruckus forces Steve to release Gabriel. Steve delivers a stomp down onto hi and throws an overhand right into his head. He goes to pull him up but Gabriel pulls his legs out from under him and drops a knee into his groin!
Simone: Low blow!
Adams: And there's nothing the referee can do!
Gabriel then takes both of Steve's legs and falls back, sending Ramone crashing into the cage with a slingshot! Steve staggers back and Gabriel grabs him in a side headlock, gets a running start and bulldogs him down into the canvas!
Adams: Is he...?
Simone: I think so... yes! Steve Ramone has been busted open!
Indeed a large gash has been opened up on Steve's forehead and his face is quickly being slicked by crimson! Seeing this, like a predator on wounded prey, a smiling Gabriel dives down onto Steve and starts laying in the fists to Steve's injury, working hard to worsen it! Gabriel then digs his nails into the wound, gouging away as Steve thrashes, kicks and yells!
Simone: When did Gabriel become such a sick and twisted individual!
Adams: Are you new?
Gabriel finally relents and stands back up and away from the bloodied Steve and mocks him, taking an elaborate and sweeping bow to the displeasure of the fans!
Simone: What an ass!
Adams: Ordinarily I'd think you were insulting him but considering you said it when he was bending over...
Simone: Shut UP Jason!
Gabriel grabs the formerly blonde and now stained red hair of Steve and pulls him roughly to his feet and throws a right hand into his face, then goes for a second but Steve blocks it and answers back with his own shot! The crowd just begins to rally behind Ramone when he goes for a second, but Gabriel ducks and takes him down into a Fujiwara armbar!
Simone: Again Gabriel is attempting a submission!
Adams: And as bloodied up as Steve is, he just might get it this time!
Gabriel tears back at Steve's arm, trying to inflict as much damage as possible, as Steve hollers in agony but his resolve is set and he refuses to submit! Gabriel continues to keep the pressure on the hold, until he realizes Steve won't submit and he finally, and begrudgingly, releases him, cursing audibly.
Adams: Wait, what's Odette doing!?
Odette Stevens shoves a ringside official from his chair and she throws it up and over the cage, and it lands inside of the enclosed ring!
Simone: She's assisting her husband any way she can! She just got a chair into his hands!
Despite the official's pleading, Gabriel pushes past Jacob and grabs the fallen steel folding chair! He steeps back with a sick and twisted grin on his face as the already gory form of Steve Ramone slowly fights his way to his feet, holding his injured arm. Gabriel plays with him, toying as he maneuvers behind Steve who staggers around, looking for him. Steve finally turns right around and Gabriel swings the chair down toward his head, but Steve ducks! The chair hits the mat and Gabriel quickly turns and Steve PUNCHES the chair, sending it right back into Gabriel's own face! Gabriel goes down as Steve grabs his hand!
Adams: Is Steve Ramone nuts!? He just PUNCHED a steel chair!
Simone: And in doing so, he laid out Gabriel! THAT'S how badly he wants to hurt thee man who threatened his family life!
Adams: And he paid him back in more ways than one! Look!
Gabriel is on his back, holding his face! He sits up and removes his hands and they are covered in blood, as his nose is pouring crimson!
Simone: Payback's a bitch, isn't it!?
Steve wipes the blood from his eyes and grabs the fallen steel chair. Gabriel forces his way back to a vertical base and Steve brings the chair crashing down hard into his back! Gabriel falls forward and to his knees and Steve just throws the chair down into his head, sending his opponent sprawling and seemingly out! Steve does not even allow Jacob a chance to check on Gabriel as Steve dives past him and pulls him back and tears away at his bloodied nose and Gabriel howls in horrible pain! Steve then swings a fist around into his face and right into that bloody and injured nose!
Adams: Oh Steve Ramone is being absolutely vindictive!
Simone: Well wouldn't you be!?
Steve drags him up and around and tucks his head down between his knees, setting him up in position for a powerbomb or piledriver. Steve then heaves him up and with extra momentum and throws him up and over, face first into the cage!
Simone: More injury to that bloodied and possibly broken nose!
Gathering all his strength, Steve gets a running start and goes for a Shining wizard to the back of Gabriel's head, but Odette screams a warning and Gabriel moves -- and Steve's leg meets the steel cage!
Adams: Oh my God!
Simone: His leg just struck the cage! God only knows what kind of damage he just did!
Steve rolls around on the canvas, clutching at his leg! Ever the opportunist, Gabriel stomps down onto the injured leg causing Steve to yell out even more! Gabriel grabs his downed enemy and drags him up by two handfuls of hair. It looks like a scoop slam, but Gabriel instead drops him in a Northern Lights Bomb -- right onto the chair's remains!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Adams: I guess that's universal in any country!
Gabriel grabs Steve's leg, turns around into it and drops down, grabbing him in an STF! Jacob drops to his knees to check on him but the bloodied Steve is unresponsive! Jacob makes the call and without the 'three count,' he calls for the bell!
Ding!
And the crowd immediately is in an uproar of boos!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner of the Lion's Den match ... Gabriel!!!
The crowd boos as Odette frantically calls for Justin to open the cage door, and the announcer does so! The door is pulled open and the bloody Gabriel staggers out and almost collapses into his wife's arms!
Simone: Good god! What a match!
Adams: What a fight! But you have to wonder if this ends the war!
On the outside, a smiling Odette raises her husband's arm in victory while mouthing off to the jeering crowd as they retreat to the backstage area! Inside of the cage, Jacob is checking on Steve, trying to help him and calling for medical attention!
Looking obviously focused on her up coming match, Electra Styles is watching a screen of a past match of her own and studying not the moves of her opponent but those of herself. She's so focused that she doesn't see the dark and mysterious figure of "Darth Vader" come up behind her. His breathing in the mask startles her and she turns, a hand on her chest.
Electra:: You Startled me!
Horace: I am sorry about that. I must of had the breathing tank open again. My name is Horace Jackson. What is yours?
Horace sticks his giant hand out toward. Electra showing her respect. Electra offers a smile although still a little uneasy with not seeing his face she takes his gloved hand and gives it a firm shake.
Electra: Electra Styles but I go by Lexi. Nice to meet you Horace, i think we're both fairly new around here right?
Horace: Yes, I am new around here. I am sorry for making you a little uneasy. I don't show my face often. I heard you have a profile match tonight is this true?
Horace turns toward his wife.
Horace: Lexi, i like you to meet my wife Bridgette. Bridgette sticks her hand out.
Electra: takes the woman's hand and returns the warm smile.
Electra:: Yes, but right now my concern is more for Roxi and getting her away from the deception. I hear you also have a match tonight. I want to say that I wish you nothing but the best of luck with that and I'll look forward to watching you.
Horace smiles under his mask.
Horace: Thank you and may the force be in your favor. Just remember Ms. Lexi, The Empire salutes you. Good luck with your mission. I hope you come out with your head held high.
Electra nods her head.
Electra:: Whatever the ending I always leave with my head held high. I spent too many years being submissive to someone. It was a pleasure to meet both of you in person.
Bridgette: Likewise
Horace gives Lexi a small figurine of Princess Laia.
Horace: The Force is strong in you. You are an honorary member of The Empire. It was a pleasure meeting you as well.
Horace and his wife walks out of frame as they leave Lexi.
The camera returns to the ringside area, showcasing the six-sided ring with Justin Decent standing in the center, and senior referee, Jasmine St. John, at her station in the near corner. The camera then switches to the broadcaster's table with Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.
Simone: Fans, we are mere moments away from witnessing what is going to be a historic match. Perhaps the most historic in SCW history.
Adams: I never thought I'd see the day where 'Hot Stuff' Mark ward hung up his wrestling boots for good, but I can see why he's willing to do it. He has nothing left to prove.
Simone: Exactly. Mark Ward has won top championship gold wherever he has set foot inside of a ring, and I think it is safe to say that tonight, a wrestling dynasty will be coming to an end.
An image fills the screen.
Simone: As you can see by the Tale of the Tape, they are fairly even in size, but I do think that Austin will have the edge in strength.
Adams: He's one of those 'farm boys' and is a LOT stronger than he looks. But the funny thing is he doesn't rely on his power. He relies on his technical prowess.
Simone: Which is almost without peer, but as he had a hand in helping Mark Ward in terms of skill, that aspect will be a lot more even than one might think.
Adams: Mark will have the advantage in speed. He goes to the air sometimes, too, and you almost never see Austin leave his feet.
Simone: The experience factor is definitely on Austin's side, as he has a full eight years on Mark, but the fact Mark has remained active through the years while this is the first match for Austin in over a decade will be a big factor in my opinion.
The camera returns to the ring and music begins to pump out across the stadium's sound system...
Justin: The following contest is the Final Farewell Match where we will witness the end of the in-ring career of Hot Stuff Mark Ward!
The curtains atop the stage are flung open and out onto the stage steps Austin Parker. Clad entirely in black, from his muscle shirt and jeans, right down to his ankle-length trench coat and cowboy hat, Austin pauses to glance about the capacity crowd before he begins his descent towards the six-sided ring.
Justin: Introducing first, making his way toward the ring! From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 256 pounds, making his return to the ring for the first time in almost thirteen years ... AUSTIN PARKER!!!
Hands on both sides of the entrance reach out for him and Austin all but ignores them, pulling away from any that come close to touching him. Austin uses the ropes to pull himself up onto the ring apron, and then carefully steps between the top and middle rope, entering the ring for what had to be the first time in well over a decade! Austin paces around the ring, looking out to the capacity crowd when he pauses and smiks, pointing toward the front row.
Adams: Well will you look who's here!
The camera gets a shot of the front row where former SCW Superstars, Jordan Williams and Billy James, and tag team legends Chippendale and Thunder, are all seated together!
Adams: Wow! TSSA! And Jordan and Billy James! I can't believe they all made the trip to Africa for this!
Simone: I don't think there was any chance what so ever that they would miss this. Not just Mark Ward's final match, but the return to the ring of Austin Parker as well!
Austin removed his cowboy hat and leather trench, sporting his old trademark attire of a black muscle short and skin-tight jeans with flat-soled cowboy boots. He passed his clothes out to an attendant and stared at the entrance, and did not have long at all to wait.
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out.
Justin: His opponent hails from London, England, weighing 240 pounds, and is making his Final Farewell in-ring appearance tonight ..."HOT STUFF" Mark WARD!!!
Hot Stuff takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Arriving at ringside, Mark notices the special guests at ringside and walks over to them and slaps hands with all four; TSSA, Jordan, and yes ... Billy James as well. Hot Stuff then walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering.
Adams: I still can't believe this is happening. I had hoped that Mark would change his mind sometime between when he made the announcement, and tonight.
Simone: A lot of people can say whatever the Hell they want about Mark, and do, but I can honestly say that he is a man of his word. He made the decision to retire as an active wrestler, and he did. He swore that he would bring Austin Parker out of retirement, and damned if he didn't do that too.
Adams: Few people can say 'no' to Hot Stuff and stick to their guns. He can be pretty persuasive.
Simone: And there was absolutely no chance that Jasmine wouldn't be the one refereeing this one. She had demanded the right from the very beginning, as I understand it.
Jasmine finishes her pre-match check of Austin, then turns and approaches Mark for his own. She just begins when Mark grinds his hips with her hands on them. Jasmine stands up and stares at him, but cant help but smile and shake her head to finish the check, this being the final time she would have the opportunity to do so. She finishes and steps back into the middle of the ring, looking to both men, and she calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Adams: Here we go! The Final Farewell!
Simone: 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward versus Austin Parker!
At the sound of the opening bell, Austin and Mark automatically come from out of their corners and stare at one another in the center of the ring. Austin holds his hand out and Mark only has to look at it briefly before he grasps it and they shake hands in both good luck as well as good sportsmanship. The crowd applauds.
Simone: You just don't see that enough these days.
Adams: You don't have two men who respect one another the way these two do these days, either.
Neither bothers circling as the two then lunge forward and lock up straight away in the center of the ring. Austin manages to maneuver Mark back into a corner and Jasmine calls for the break, and perhaps surprisingly, Austin does so cleanly. Austin steps back and Mark slowly comes from out of the corner. They circle then and go for a second tie up, but Austin instinctively grabs Mark's wrist and twists it around into a wrist lock. Austin wrenches the hold and Mark winces, dropping briefly to one knee before returning to his standing position. Austin twists the arm by the wrist again, then ducks behind him and turns it into a hammerlock, wrenching the arm up Mark's back and making HS openly wince in pain. Mark then shifts from side to side, then ducks down and around, reversing the hammerlock and trapping Austin in one of his own. Austin ten attempts to counter with his own reversal, but Mark manages to elude it and duck behind him a second time, retaining the hammerlock. Instead, now Austin drops down and uses his legs to scissor Mark's own and takes him to the mat and floats over, grabbing Mark in a side headlock. Mark slowly pushes himself and Austin back up, only for Austin to switch from the headlock, to a hammerlock, then drops down and rolls Mark up in a schoolboy pin.
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Both men quickly get up and engage in a stare down as the fans applaud.
HS kicks out!
Simone: Only minutes into this one and already witnessing the promise of a wrestling clinic.
The two men approach one another again and Austin holds up his hand, inviting Mark in for a test-of-strength. Mark slowly reaches up and locks fingers with him, and then they do the same with their other hands. Right away, then engage in the challenge, slamming up against each other with their arm and shoulder muscles straining. Austin slowly begins to gain the upper hand, forcing Mark's arms down.
Simone: Yes, this may not have been in Mark's best interests. As we stated before, Austin has that natural strength advantage.
But Mark uses his wits and wraps his leg around the back of Austin's and trips him to the mat.
Adams: Mark's smart enough to know that however and looks like he's the one that played Austin.
Mark holds Austin's arms and shoulders down on the canvas for Jasmine to count.
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Mark fights to power him back down but can not break the bridge. Mark then kicks up and lands on Austin's stomach and sternum, but Austin grunts and retains the bridge. Mark goes to repeat this to break it but Austin catches him in a body scissors instead from the front.
But Austin powers his back up in a bridge, taking his shoulders off of the canvas.
Adams: These two seems so even, I don't know how one is going to manage to overcome the other.
Austin uses his leg strength to squeeze the air from out of Mark, and Ward refutes Jasmine's wonder at a possible submission.
Simone: No. No chance in Hell are you going to see Hot Stuff Mark Ward tap out.
Adams: Same goes for Austin, too.
Austin retains the scissors hold as Mark slowly pushes himself up to his feet with his opponent dangling off of him. Mark then grasps him around the legs and falls back, catapulting Austin over and Mark rolls through, trapping Parker on the canvas in a leg grapevine.
Adams: Well that's one way to get out of a body scissors. You rookies out there should be taking notes.
Simone: Anybody out there should be taking notes on this one.
Mark holds onto the grapevine until he switches over and rolls through to grab Austin in a front facelock on the mat. Mark holds on tight as Austin fights to find a way to counter this, finding himself on his hands and knees while Mark lays on his front.
Adams: Not to make a Southern sex joke, but is it me or is Austin doing a full on cowgirl for ol' Hot Stuff?
Finally Austin manages to roll over, and turns it into an overhead hammerlock with Mark face down on the canvas with one arm and his own front facelock with the other. Austin releases the hammerlock and retains the front facelock as he slowly pulls Mark up to his feet. Mark tries to pry Austin's arms off of him, but when that doesn't work, he reaches down instead with both arms and sweeps his legs out and somersaults over him into a bridging cradle.
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Austin rolls out backwards and kneels on Mark's shoulders for his own pin.
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Mark uses his legs to sunset flip Austin.
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Austin rolls backwards and folds Mark in half in a jackknife pin.
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Mark flips him over into another sunset position.
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Austin sits up, hooking Mark's legs with both arms.
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Simone: What an incredible display of chain wrestling! No sooner do the two men rise than Mark strikes out with a knife edge chop across the chest on Austin. Austin grits his teeth at the painful sting, then returns the favor but by slamming a forearm into Mark's sternum, knocking him back against the ropes. Adams: Sooooo... the feeling out process is over? Austin grabs Mark by the arm and attempts an Irish whip but Mark reverses it and sends him in instead. Mark tries for a hiptoss but Austin blocks it. Austin then ducks around and tries his own hiptoss, but it is blocked by Mark. Austin then floats over behind him and takes Mark down with an arm drag and traps him in a cross armbreaker that immediately has Mark fighting and struggling until he manages to get his feet on the bottom rope! Jasmine orders Austin to break the hold and she begins to count!
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Both men get up, Mark somewhat favoring his arm. They circle before locking up, and Mark this time takes him down to the mat with an armdrag, and scissors his head as well with his legs, locking him in an Iron Octopus on the canvas. Adams: You know I thought we'd be seeing more high impact moves from these two by now but Mark seems determined to match Austin hold for hold. Simone: Few people besides Mark would be able, but these fans in Cape Town are in awe at the technical wizardry these two men are putting on for them. Austin, in clear pain, struggles in the hold but is unable to break it so he reaches out with his long legs and manages to drape a foot over the bottom rope. Now it is Mark who Jasmine issues a count against.
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The two get back up to their feet, watching the other warily. They circle and lock up yet again, and Austin takes control with an overhead wristlock, kicking Mark's leg out from under him and taking him down to the mat. Austin is on his knees, retaining the wristlock, when Mark uses his legs to grasp him in a headscissors and breaks it. Mark props himself up on his hands, adding increased pressure. Austin stretches for the ropes again but this time is unable to reach them. He then is forced to stand on his head and fall back, breaking from the scissors and grapevining Mark's legs again. Austin then quickly changes this over to a single leg crab. Mark reaches for the ropes but Austin hooks the arm within his own, preventing this and tying Hot Stuff up like a pretzel. Jasmine is again asking Mark if he wants to pack it in but again, Mark refuses. Austin then changes tactics and lets him go and rolls over into a front facelock, pulling him up to a standing position. Austin grips Mark's trunks and attempts a vertical suplex, but Mark hooks a leg around his own, blocking it. Mark then quickly grabs Austin's leg in his arm and counters with a fisherman's suplex!
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Mark rolls over and to his feet and lands a heavy martial arts kick to the middle of Austin's back, drawing a pained reaction from the crowd watching. Austin fights his way to his feet and Mark turns him around and strikes him with a forearm shot to the chest, knocking him back into the ropes. Austin uses the momentum though and comes back, laying in a forearm blow of his own, knocking Mark aside. Mark comes in and tries to kick him in the stomach but the veteran blocks it, grasping him by the boot. Mark tries an Enzugari but Austin ducks and Mark lands heavily chest and stomach down. Austin pulls him to his feet and fires him off into the ropes and swings for a lariat but Mark ducks, rebounds off the far side and jumps for a high cross body, but Austin catches him and dumps him down to the mat with a heavy slam! Simone: And there was a display of that deceptive strength on Austin's part! He just caught a 240 pound man and just dropped him. Austin pulls him to his feet again and Irish whips him into the ropes. He goes to scoop Mark up but Mark shifts his weight and drops down behind him. He shoves Austin into the ropes and drops to the mat as Austin comes off the ropes. Austin runs over him, rebounds and Mark jumps and dropkicks him full on in the head! The crowd can not help themselves but to applaud. Adams: Mark has to have one of the highest dropkicks in the sport. Its a wonder his feet didn't sail over Austin's skull. Austin holds his face and uses the ropes to pull his way to a vertical base. As he did, Hot Stuff springs off of the ropes and charges him but at the last moment, Austin ducks down and sends Mark tumbling over the ropes and to the ringside turf below! Simone: Small consolation that it's grass and field out there rather than a hard floor. Adams: It still hurts! Twice Jasmine has to back Austin up away from the ropes as Mark recovers slowly from the spill and returns to his feet on the outside. Austin then brushes past the referee and goes to grab Mark through the ropes, but Mark is quicker and he pulls Austin's foot out from under him, tripping him to the mat and dragging him to the outside! Adams: Oh it's ON now! Mark, tired of playing nice, starts throwing heavy blows into Austin's back but Parker bulls forward, driving Mark back against the railing and throws his own shots down into his sternum! Simone: Respect will only take you so far. Both of these men want to win this match! Mark grabs Austin and headbutts him between the eyes, stunning him just enough to end the larger man's onslaught. Mark then grabs him by the neck and pants and rolls him back inside of the ring, following in right after. Mark immediately pulls Austin to his feet and delivers a body slam. Mark then dashes into the corner, climbs to the middle turnbuckle, then jumps back off, delivering a guillotine legdrop across Parker's throat. Mark with the cover and he hooks the leg.
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Mark does not ease up at all as he pulls Austin to his feet and sends him into the near corner and comes right in after, sandwiching Austin with an Avalanche splash. Austin staggers out a few steps and Mark dashes into the ropes and comes off, swinging for a lariat and Austin ducks, grabs him in a rear waistlock and lifts him up and over... Adams: Georgia suplex! Austin bridges!
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Adams: I can't believe it! Austin pulled his favorite finisher from out of nowhere on Mark and it didn't work! Mark kicked out! Simone: Look at the look on Austin's face! He can't believe it either! Austin stares wide-eyed at Jasmine and holds up three fingers, but she shakes her head and holds up only two. Austin jumps to his feet and starts arguing with her, pointing a finger in her face but she promptly swats it away! Simone: Careful Parker! Jasmine will NOT take any of your hedonistic macho crap! Fuming, Austin goes right back to Mark as he drags himself to his feet and he knocks him back with a European uppercut. Austin Irish whips Mark into the ropes and this time does connect with a clothesline that fells Hot Stuff. Austin then backs up a step, jumps up high and lands heavily atop of Ward with a body splash and cover!
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Austin has hands on knees and just stares down at Mark, then up at Jasmine and shakes his head. Austin then stands up and plants Mark with a heavy slam and slowly backs up the near corner. He sits on the top turnbuckle when Mark, playing possum, gets to his feet and dropkicks Austin, sending him tumbling back head over heels and he lands on the ringside area! Simone: Mark Ward is definitely fighting to turn the tide! Hurt and weary, Mark pulls himself to his feet and watches as Austin rolls around on the ground outside, completely stunned and hurt from the unexpected fall!
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Austin uses the barricade to get to his feet and turns around, and Mark launches himself over the top rope and crashes into Parker with a springboard bodypress! Both men are wiped out on the floor! Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *claps* THIS IS AWESOME! *claps* Both men are on their backs, worn out and hurt as Jasmine again starts her count.
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Mark is the first to struggle to his feet. He rolls back inside just long enough to break the count and he then rolls right back out. Mark grabs Austin who is pulling himself back up just then and Ward goes for an Irish whip into the barricade, but Austin reverses it and goes to pull him into a short-arm clothesline but Mark ducks, grabs him around the waist and brings him over with a German release suplex on the ground! Adams: On the ground! Mark just used Austin's own finisher against him on the outside! Simone: Where it won't do him any good! He needs to get Austin back inside of the ring where he can finish this! He must have heard her as Mark grabs Austin and tears him from the ground and rolls him back in. Mark climbs inside right after and pulls him up and brings him over into a Northern Lights suplex and bridge!
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Austin rolls over onto his stomach and Mark is right there, grabbing his legs in a grapevine while kneeling on Austin's back. Mark then grabs him under the chin and rolls back onto his own back, trapping Parker in a surfboard! Adams: A move Mark credits Austin for having taught him years ago! I bet Austin's regretting that now! Jasmine is checking for a submission but it is not coming! She then notices Mark's shoulders on the mat and...
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Mark goes to send him into the far corner but Austin reverses it. mark jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and leaps back, taking Austin down with a flying bodypress! Mark rolls through and Austin gets to his feet. Mark charges at him and swings but Austin ducks! Austin turn around and Mark lashes out with...! Simone: Red Hot! Adams: He nailed it! It's over! 1.....
Simone: NOW who looks shocked!? Mark looks completely stunned! Eyes and mouth both open wide, he looks around wildly and to Jasmine but she insists it was only a count of three! Simone: My God they've each used their finishers on the other and STILL can not put the other away! Adams: Makes you wonder what the hell is it going to take! Mark curses and slams his hands to the mat before he pulls Austin up and drives his face into the corner. He turns Austin around and climbs the turnbuckles, pinning him in as he starts to unload with the fists to the temple and the fans count along!
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Before Mark can complete the ten, Austin grabs him around the legs and brings him out of the corner. Austin hefts him up onto his shoulders for a powerbomb but Mark falls back, trying to turn it into a Hurricanrana! Austin blocks this and powers him back up and just drops down into a sit-out powerbomb! Both men are on their backs, spent! Jasmine begins her count!
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And Mark drags himself to his feet, just as Austin does the same! Mark comes in and lays in a right hand, knocking Austin back, but Austin retaliates and throws a fist of his own into Mark's head! Then Mark, then Austin, and a wild trading of bone jarring blows to each others' heads erupts in the middle of the ring! Simone: Far cry from the technical master piece we were witnessing at the beginning! Austin ducks a left jab from Mark and grabs his arm and immediately has him down onto the mat in a Crippler Crossface! The crowd cheers and jeers as Mark fights wildly, struggling to break as Jasmine checks but can not get the submission! Austin pulls him back far, tearing at his back, neck and shoulder muscles but Mark continues to deny him the satisfaction of a submission victory! Mark then uses his arms and legs to throw himself over, rolling into the hold so his feet are in the ropes, and Austin has little choice but to break! Austin backs up, but it is only a temporary reprieve as he grabs Mark and pulls him to his feet and scoops him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Austin begins to spin around in place... Adams: You KNOW you're watching 'old school' when you see an airplane spin! Once! Twice! Three times! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Austin spins him around and around as the count reaches the early 'teens, and Austin goes to dumb him over his head but Mark hangs on and rolls through and Austin ends up on his back and Mark hooks his wildly kicking legs!
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Both men get to their feet and Austin boots him in the stomach and sends him into the corner! Austin charges in but Mark leapfrogs up and over him, and then brings him over in a backslide!
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Austin starts to sit up and Mark races into the ropes and comes off with the Shining Wizard! Mark is right on top with the leg hooked!
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Mark is all over Austin and throws a flurry of left and right forearms down into his back. Mark then goes to send him into the near corner but Austin manages to counter with a reversal. Austin comes in and Mark tries a repeat of his earlier success with a leapfrog, but Austin puts on the brakes and catches him on his shoulders! Adams: Uh oh! Simone: mark went to the well one too many times! Austin reaches up and grabs mark around the back of the neck and ... DRIVES him down with an Electric Chair Driver! Austin has the leg hooked!
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The bell sounds as the crowd cheers and applauds for thee display put on by both men! Justin: Here is your winner ... AUSTIN PARKER! One by one, the crowd stands and applauds, as do the announcers as Jasmine raises Austin's arm in victory! Austin scoots back away as Jasmine checks on Mark and he sits up under his own power, hurt and confused, but otherwise alright! Mark holds the back of his head in pain and looks to Austin and beckons him over. Austin comes over and Mark brings the crowd to a rousing ovation by pulling Austin into a fierce embrace! Simone: Austin Parker got it! he got the win! It is over! Not just the match, but sadly, the wrestling career of 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward! Adams: Jesus! What a match! And the fans agree! They're giving BOTH men a standing ovation! Austin stands up and helps mark up as well, and Austin raises Mark's arm high in the air and despite his status, the crowd can not help themselves BUT to give the man his just due! The two men embrace once again as the camera picks up Christian Underwood arriving at ringside, followed by Misty, Kain, Casey Williams along with Andrew Garcia, and beckoning to the guest Superstars in front row to come along. Security shifts the railing aside so Chippendale, Thunder, Billy James and Jordan Williams, can all exit the audience and enter the ring, following Christian's example. Simone: This is incredible! They are paying tribute to the wrestling career of Mark Ward! Everyone in the ring is applauding as Austin steps back and away from the celebration, as Christian grabs mark and hugs him before stepping back and asking for thee microphone from Justin. The announcer passes it to him and Christian pauses and waits for the deafening cheers to slowly subside and then he begins to speak. Christian: Mark, damn it man! Why did you have to put on such a kick ass match? That just makes this whole thing even harder! I kept thinking to myself for months, silently hoping and praying that this wouldn't happen, and yet... here we are! I tried everything I could to talk you out of this! I tried bribery. Trickery! I even offered sex but for some strange reason that offer was rejected the fastest! Everyone -- including Mark -- laughs. Christian: You just gave a perfect example of not only why you shouldn't retire, but also the exact reason why you could! What you and Austin just showed everyone throughout the world, it is the exact reason why so many young hopefuls get into the sport! They see that, and they want to be able to be the next Hot Stuff... but they can't. Christian shakes his head with a sad smile. Christian: There is never going to be another 'Hot Stuff'. It's just too big of a legacy for anyone to step into. As a boss, you're going to be around with us for a very long time, but this match -- your in-ring retirement, its going to leave a hole that is just never going to be able to be filled. Thank you, Mark. For everything! The crowd applauds as Christian passes the microphone to Misty's waiting hand. Misty stands in front of Mark, a genuine smile on her face as she takes the microphone. Misty: I bet you never thought you'd see me again, huh? Honestly, I couldn't miss this night. I couldn't miss 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward's final match, so here I am. She lowers the microphone for a moment, looking around the arena before looking back to Mark. Misty: For the past couple of days, I've thought a lot about what I wanted to say when I came out here, Mark. I've known you for ten years now. You've been a friend, a fellow superstar and of course, most recently a boss. We've had good times and bad, but tonight isn't about any of that. Tonight, it's about you and everything you've accomplished in your career. A career that spans longer than I've even known you, and I've gotta admit, it's gonna be hard not seeing you beat kick ass in this ring anymore. Misty grins, as does Hot Stuff, and the crowd offers a cheer in agreement. Misty: You've inspired so many people over the years, Mark. I know you know that because how many people were just chomping at the bit to face you over the years? I used to call them crazy because I would think "What idiot really wants to lose to 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward?" But then I realized...who wouldn't? Misty lets out a laugh and smiles again. Misty: I think a lot of the guys would say they wanted to say they could beat you, but come on I think it'd be an honor to lose to you. It's an honor just being in the same ring as you, and I think everyone would agree with me on that. I owe you a lot, Mark. I became the wrestler that I am, or was... She smirks as she corrects herself. Misty: I became that wrestler because of you. You didn't train me directly, but I watched you and I learned from you regardless. And after that...when you were looking for talent when you and Christian started SCW. You brought me back. You see talent in everyone. You see potential in everyone, and regardless of what you say, you give everyone a chance. So I guess all that is left for me to say is thank you. Thank you 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward for the honor of being able to watch you wrestle all of these years. Thank you for being a great friend, mentor and boss. It's not going to be the same not seeing you compete in this ring. Misty then hands the microphone off , and as 'Hot Stuff' extends his hand for a shake, she goes a completely different route, and embraces him with a friendly hug as the crowd cheers and claps.
The crowd gives a soft applause as Spike Staggs takes the microphone. He looks out into the crowd for a moment before turning to face Mark. There is a slight moment of tension on what might be said to follow. Spike: Oh, Mark… Mark, Mark, Mark… What can be said here? Despite how we wound up on a personal level, your presence in the ring will be missed. You’ve offered many up and comers some very good guidance, through example, through words, or through properly beating the business into them… Spike smirks and offers a chuckle as the audience laughs along with him. Spike nods his head as he returns to a more serious expression. Spike: You might not realize it, but you’ve done a great job of leading the next generation. I can remember a time when there was this young kid who didn’t know his head from a hole in the wall. He was busy wailing on people with chairs, or setting tables on fire and putting people through them. Everybody looked at him, and shook their heads, because they knew that he was a lost cause. People laughed at him, and used him, and then tossed him aside when he was no longer of any use. You took one look at him, and smacked him across the back of the head and said, “What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” He then asked you, “What do you care?” Do you remember what you told him? Hot Stuff nods his head as he listens to Spike. Spike gives him a moment for it to sink in before bringing the microphone back to his lips. Spike: You said, “I just hate to see good talent wasted.” You took that kid, and you turned him into a Top Tier Heavyweight Champion, four times over. He went on to hold onto the GXW Heavyweight Championship for six months. He held the SCW Heavyweight Championship for nearly six months, and two different reigns as NeWA World Heavyweight Champion. Crowd: *POP!* Spike: No matter how we might get along today, that kid thanks you… from the bottom of his heart. You gave him an opportunity that nobody else would give him. You put in the work that no one else would, to make sure that the kid could compete at such a high standard. You took a monster, and you created a well trained champion. Even if you want to pretend that you are above it all, you do have a heart. You are a great man, and you will be missed by many… Will you wrap it up already, it’s really dragging on here… Spike laughs along with the audience once more as he lowers the microphone. He leans forward and shakes hands with “Hot Stuff” before handing the microphone off.
Jordan takes the microphone as the fans are chanting “One more match! One more match!” Jordan smiles and just shrugs his shoulders as he says into the microphone.
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Jordan: “Maybe, maybe!”
The fans erupt into cheers at the mere hint of another match.
Jordan turns to Hot Stuff and says:
Jordan: “Bro, you always said you wanted to go out in a blaze of glory…after watching this master piece called a wrestling match between you and Austin, I’d say you did just that!”
The fans and wrestlers clap at the statement.
Jordan: “We’ve been through a lot together, bro. It’s been one crazy ass roller coaster ride with you. From the first day you stepped into my school for me to train until today…it’s been a one long, strange trip. But one thing never changed…we were friends…no brothers through it all!”
Jordan pauses as the crowd applauds.
Jordan: “When people ask, what’s the best thing about being in the business, I always say it was the friendships that I was able to forge with people, because some of those friends have become extended family members…Mark, you’re like the little brother I never had. We used to get into fights and arguments like brothers, but we also had each others backs like brothers.”
Jordan pauses as he’s starting to get choked up.
Jordan: “I knew the day I started training you, you’d become a mega star and you didn’t disappoint. I’m very proud of all the things you’ve done inside and outside the ring. You’re my best friend, my brother and I love you, man!”
He and Hot Stuff embrace with the crowd roars with cheers. The microphone is passed to the members of TSSA aka Chippendale and Thunder.
Thunder: I don't know what to say, Mark. I don't know what to say that hasn't been said already by everybody who either wanted to talk you out of this, or who just wanted to say with their hearts what they felt and how much you mean to them and everyone else out there watching right now, either in this huge ass crowd or sitting at home, watching on TV!
The fans cheer and Thunder offers Mark a genuine smile.
Thunder: You were there for us when we announced our retirement, and I almost feel like a hypocrite for not wanting you to retire because I remember you going to the ends of the earth, trying to talk us out of the exact same thing!
Mark laughs and nods.
Thunder: But I also remember us finally agreeing to that one return match against yourself and Jordan there in Japan, and it was something I will always thank you for. And you giving this man right here...
Thunder reaches out and squeezes Austin's shoulder.
Thunder: A chance to again be in the spotlight one more time? Just another reason to be grateful for everything that you've done. You were there for us at the end of our wrestling career, and we are proud to be their for the end of your own. I'll miss those repeated five star matches you put on. I'll miss the sight of you strutting about with championship gold around your waist, but above all... I'll miss the sight of that ass in tight spandex.
Laughter fills the ring as Mark playfully turns his back to them and gives his backside a shake for good measure.
Thunder offers the microphone over to Chippendale who is overcome with emotion, holding his hands to his eyes. He lowers his hand and his blue orbs are wet with tears as are his cheeks. He shakes his head and smiles, and walks right up into Mark's arms and thee two men hug, and Thunder joins in, wrapping his huge arms around thee pair and lifts them both off the mat in a powerful but friendly bear hug!
Kain the accepts the microphone...
Kain: Mark Ward, I have nothing but the utmost respect for you. Our clash at London Brawling was one of the biggest highlights of my career. You helped me get Kain on the map and if it wasn't for your support and encouragement behind the scenes, I wouldn't be a major success here in Sin City Wrestling. Fact is, you are an incredible wrestler that never gave up and never quit. I admire that I and I respect it whole-heartedly! So I want to wish you the best of luck in the future!
Kain sticks out his right hand as he lowers the microphone with his left hand and Mark Ward smiles and shakes his hand, as the two men nod each other with respect in mind, the crowd roaring with approval. The mic is then handed over to Casey Williams.
Casey: What can I say about the athlete known as Hot Stuff Mark Ward? I have seen a few of his matches here in SCW, and he is a beast and a machine in the ring. I am disappointed that I never had the honor to face him. Chances are he would have beaten me, but to lose to a man like him wouldn’t be a bad thing. I mean, look at guys like an established man like Jimmy Snuka losing to a relatively unknown Undertaker at Wrestlemania, which was the start of the Undertaker’s streak of wins at the event, which was recently snapped by Brock Lesnar. I doubt I would have been as lucky as Undertaker. I just hope Mark enjoys his retirement from the squared circle and does what he needs to do to keep SCW running smoothly.
Casey hands the microphone over to Andrew.
Andrew: I, unlike Casey, have only seen tonights match that Mark was in live. Sure, I watched some of his previous matches for training purposes against guys like Kain, but at the end of the day, I know that I am Mark’s side, and I would never want to do anything that would jeopardize my friendship with Mark. I love working for SCW, and that starts with Mark Ward, and how great a man he is. I don’t care if I am one of the few who like him as a boss, but he is fair to me, and gave me a chance when I had little training under my belt because of who my trainer is. I am just glad to have seen Mark’s final match, and to be a part of his great company.
Andrew hands the microphone off to the final man to speak, 'Beautiful' Billy James.
"Beautiful" Billy James grabs himself a microphone, to the cheers of the crowd, and looks across the ring at his long-time friend (and enemy) for a few seconds before starting to speak.
Billy: Well, well, well. The time has finally come. It certainly has been quite the run, hasn't it? And I'm not sure there could be a more appropriate end than finishing your career against the same man who helped skyrocket you to the top in the first place. I have to say, part of me is kind of amazed that you were still going for as long as you were.
Hot Stuff gives Billy a bit of suspicious look, as Billy continues on.
Billy: Now don't get me wrong, that's nothing against you. Hell, I think you just proved you could keep on going for as long as you want. But just look at me, my career has been just above over for the better part of a decade now. Think about it, you look around this arena and there's probably hundreds of kids out here who wouldn't even know who I was if it weren't for you. If anything, they might know me as some old former guy they heard their parents talking about. But instead, I got to be a part of this final run of yours. In the end, it made for a great way to have one more comeback and officially put my career to an end as well, even despite the fact that I think we all know the match should have gone a little differently.
A smirk comes across Billy's face as he gives a chuckle, while Mark simply looks at him and shakes his head with a big smile across his face.
Billy: Come on man, I think everyone here knows you and I had quite the run. Sure we don't go quite as far back as you and Austin here, or never quite dominated the tag team division like you and our boy Jordan either. However, you and I both know that there were times that the two of us had the attention of everyone in or around the wrestling industry. One thing was that was always guaranteed was that every time we stepped into that ring together, there was going to be some serious ass-kicking. Now of course, whose asses were getting kicked is entirely differently story.
The crowd cheers as Billy can't help but let out a laugh.
Billy: In the early days, it was a question of who would be stupid enough to step into the ring with the two of us, not to mention Jordan or any of our other buddies when the Perfection Connection reigned supreme. Then you know, there was um... let's call it a "change" or two.
Billy looks at Hot Stuff and gives him a shrug before continuing, as Mark playfully strokes his chin, acting as though he's trying to think about what Billy could be referencing.
Billy: Sure, some things changed and instead of kicking everyone else's asses together, we instead started REALLY kicking each others asses. It may have been a tough run there, but damn did we put on quite a show. Although, no matter whether we were on the same side or up against each other, our matches were show stealers. We put on some of the best matches you could ever ask for... in one case quite possibly the longest.
Mark looks a bit more serious as he nods in acknowledgement to that.
Billy: The bottom line was that, while we never would have admitted it at the time, as much as we hated each other for quite some time there, there was always a level of respect. We may have despised each other, but we always brought out the best. Sure I had some success early in my career, back when we hardly even knew one another, but I can admit right here and now that I never would have become what I was if it weren't for you. I know that there's plenty of other guys here who helped make you a superstar long before I came around.
Billy turns and motions towards both Austin Parker and Jordan Williams, then turns back to Mark.
Billy: But I'd like to think I did my part to help bring out the best in you when we stepped into that ring together. And when all was said and done, you messed with this beauty and well... I'd say we both whooped each other's booties.
The crowd cheers again for that as Billy laughs before dropping the microphone and going over to give Mark a hug.
Fireworks begin to go off into the darkening sky, showing hues of golds, greens, reds and silvers all over the Cape Town sky as Billy and Jordan grab mark and lift him up onto their shoulders to give him the proper spotlight as everyone else inside of the ring applauds while the crowd cheers, giving 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward the send off that he so richly deserves!
The scene opens up backstage to show Simon Jones, who is stood in one of the locker rooms, in mid-conversation with his sister, Sylvia.
Simon: Why are you bringing this up now? I should be focusing solely on my match against Sean Jackson, and trying to retain my title.
Sylvia: It's because of how important your match is, that I'm bringing this up now; I want to make sure that, when you walk out to the ring later, your head is in the right place.
Simon sighs.
Simon: Look, Syl, I'm not going to make a final decision here, tonight; I promise you that, once I get home, I will talk it over with Jacqui - alright?
Sylvia nods her head.
Sylvia: Alright. But from what you have said to me over the past few days, I think that you have already made your decision.
Before Simon can respond to Sylvia's remark, their conversation is interrupted by the appearance of Ms. Rocky Mountains.
MRM: Excuse me, Simon - may I ask you a couple of questions?
In unison, the siblings turn to look at the reporter.
Simon: Yeah, sure.
Simon glances at Sylvia, and then looks back to Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Simon: Say, you two have met before, haven't you?
Sylvia: That's right; we met last year, during the special, all-Bombshell edition of Climax Control - the one that was staged to raise money for the Breast Cancer Research Foundation.
MRM: It's nice to meet you again, Sylvia.
Ms. Rocky Mountains swaps the hand that she is holding her microphone with; she then extends her now-free right hand to Sylvia, who shakes it.
Sylvia: And you.
Sylvia looks to her brother.
Sylvia: Well, I guess I'll leave you to it.
Sylvia then walks off, leaving Simon alone with Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Simon: So, what do you want to ask me?
MRM: Okay, well, two months ago, at Blaze Of Glory III, you successfully defended the SCW Heavyweight Championship - and in the process, together with Brandi Shotze, you won the Blast from the Past tournament. However, on the only previous occasion in which you had to defend the title in a singles contest - at Summer XXXTreme II, last August - you were beaten. So, what I would like to ask you is, having successfully defended the title in a mixed tag team match, how do you feel about now having to defend the title in a one-on-one match?
Simon: How do I feel? I wouldn't want it any other way.
Simon smiles wryly.
Simon: Prior to Blaze Of Glory, I said that I wanted to be the one to earn the win for my team, so that I didn't simply retain the title by virtue of being stood on the ring apron, while the match reached its conclusion - and when I pinned Ethan Brody, I achieved that. But tonight, there is no danger whatsoever of me retaining the title in a backhanded manner: it will just be Sean Jackson and I, one-one-one, and whomever wins, will have earned it - whomever wins, will deserve to be called the SCW Heavyweight Champion.
MRM: A victory for you over Sean Jackson, in a one-one-one match, could also go some way to dispelling the notion that you are a "paper champion" - a notion that is being championed by JJ Dixon.
Simon smirks; he then returns to Ms. Rocky Mountains' previous question.
Simon: You know, that match at Summer XXXTreme II - which you just mentioned - is the one major blot on my copybook, from my time in SCW. Up to now, I have fought in six matches on supercards, from which I have gained five wins - the one exception being the match at Summer XXXTreme; tonight, I fully intend to improve upon my already proud record.
Ms. Rocky Mountains' face takes on a somewhat bemused expression, but she then shakes her head, and continues with the interview.
MRM: Sean Jackson says that - what he has done to you already, and what he will do you tonight - that it's not personal, it's strictly business.
Simon: Yeah, and I can accept that; during my time in SCW, I have had personal issues with some of the other members of the roster - but this isn't one of those issues. Three weeks ago, when I selected Sean Jackson to be my opponent for tonight, I didn't do so for personal reasons - I did it because I wanted to give the fans the best match possible. And Jackson's subsequent actions haven't changed anything in that regard; I wanted to defeat him then - and I still want to defeat him now.
MRM: Is there anything else that you would like to add?
Simon rubs his chin.
Simon: Actually, there is one more thing that I would like to say about Sean Jackson. When he claimed that my time as champion will come to an end tonight, he said something along the lines of, that I can't do anything to prevent my title reign ending - that it will be the result of a predetermined course of events. Well, I don't believe in fate, or destiny - I believe that I am able determine my future. And the future that I see for myself - the future that I want for myself - has me as being still, the SCW Heavyweight Champion.
The scene cuts away.
Backstage, Vixen can be seen writing in a book, her hair hiding her expression and the fact that she is being snuck up to by Devlin and Connor who yanks the book away from the woman and tosses it beside Vixen.
Connor Murphy: About time you smartened up and showed up. What possessed ya to run off like that?
Vixen’s non-committal shrug is the only answer as she reaches for the book only to have Devlin lean on it and Connor lean towards Vixen.
Connor Murphy: You are annoying as hell Vix. Do you realize that I had to lie to Spike when you took off two weeks ago. I’m lucky he didn’t take my head off when he found out.
Vixen leans forward, her movement forcing Connor back. Jumping off the equipment box she had been sitting on, she gets right into Connor’s face.
Vixen: I needed the time. I have always been this way, needing to get away like I did because I wouldn’t have been a good person to be around. So it was you that told Spike where to find me then huh?
Connor doesn’t hear the last words from Vixen as he starts to talk over her.
Connor Murphy: I know you pull into yourself when things like that happen but that is a selfish childish thing you did. You missy need to grow the hell up!
Vixen takes a sharp breath as she glares at Connor. The smirk that is starting to cross Connor’s face as he realizes that he has gotten to Vixen is erased by the hard right that Vixen buries in his midsection.
Vixen: I am grown up and I can do whatever the hell I feel like Connor. So stay the hell away from me and you and I will be fine.
With that, Vixen grabs the book and stalks off as Connor leans against the equipment box trying to catch his breath. Devlin watches her go and chuckles.
Devlin Lefebvre: Boy am I glad she didn’t find out it was me that told Spike where to find her.
Devlin turns to find Connor still sucking in air but glaring evilly at him as the scene moves back to ringside.
"Electric" by Shawn Desmond plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she blows a kiss out to them then starts to walk down the ramp waving to fans on the way down.
Justin Decent: The following Special Guest Referee match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Championship! Introducing the challenger, from Caledon, Ontario, Canada Electra Styles!
She hops onto the apron then seductively slides into the ring. Once in the ring she blows a kiss with both hands out to the crowd then awaits her opponent.
Belinda: Electra hasn’t been in SCW long but she’s definitely impressed the higher ups.
Adams: Impressed enough to get a shot at the top title ahead of several other Bombshells, you have to wonder how the others feel about this!
Electra paces back and forth inside the ring as she waits for the champion she doesn’t have to wait long as "Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area.
Justin Decent: And the champion! From Tampa, Florida, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson!
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. 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.
Simone: The last time Roxi held the SCW Bombshell Championship she held it for a long time I’ll be surprised if we don’t see a repeat performance this time.
Adams: Don’t forget that Electra is new blood she may bring something to the table that Roxi’s never seen before!
Justin Decent: Now ladies and gentlemen, the referee for this contest, Brandi Shotze!
Brandi comes down to the ring without her music, however rather than join the Bombshells in the ring she instead marches up to Cyrus and orders him to the back.
Simone: Brandi doesn’t want any interference in this match.
Adams: And they aren’t happy!
Roxi quickly exits the ring to argue with Brandi about the decision but she’s maintaining her ground, it’s only after Brandi threatens to strip Roxi of the title and award it to Electra that they agree to her terms albeit reluctantly as Cyrus marches up the ramp clearly unhappy about this.
DING! DING! DING!
Back at ringside Brandi has returned to the ring and Roxi goes to follow suit only to be hit with a Baseball Slide by Electra that stuns her allowing Electra to follow it up with a Springboard Cross Body.
Simone: Electra’s taking the fight to the champ!
Adams: And she’s not done!
Electra fires off some right hands at Roxi’s face before picking her up, however by now Roxi has recovered from the surprise attack and she breaks free before driving Electra back first into the ring steps, the barricade and the ring apron before throwing her into the ring, Brandi calls for the bell as soon as Roxi enters the ring and quickly goes for the first cover of the match 1….2….. and Electra kicks out.
Simone: Way too early for a pin-fall there.
Adams: Yeah but look at Roxi, she’s zeroed in on Electra’s midsection!
Indeed she has as, rather than argue with Brandi about the pinfall, Roxi instead locks in a painful looking submission hold that focus on Electra’s stomach which looks like a seated adomomable stretch and Brandi is right there to ask if Electra wants to tap out, Electra adamantly refuses but Roxi takes the opportunity to take her free arm and ram her elbow into Electra’s stomach but she still refuses to tap, Roxi does this a couple of more times but on the third try Electra is able to break free and surprises the champion with an arm drag.
Simone: Electra has broken free.
Adams: And she has met Roxi with a dropkick!
Roxi gets back to her feet but gets met with another dropkick to the face, Electra calls out for her finisher, the Electric Shock to be precise, but Roxi sees it coming and ducks under it causing Electra to crash and burn onto the matt further damaging her stomach in the process, Electra gets to her feet slowly but once she is up Roxi hits her with a Blue Thunder Powerbomb.
Simone: Electra just got planted!
Adams: And Roxi’s holding on for the pin!
1…..2….. and Electra kicks out just in time, this time Roxi does argue with the ref about a slow count but Brandi is having none of it and tells her to focus on Electra instead, rather than follow her advice however Roxi continues to argue with the ref until she gets rolled up by Electra 1….2…. and Roxi kicks out just in time.
Simone: Roxi almost cost herself the match and the title!
Adams: And she’s not happy.
Roxi is quickest to get back to her feet and rather than let Electra recover Roxi charges in and kicks her in the stomach as hard as she can knocking the wind out of Electra, she stomps at Electra two more times before posing for the crowd obviously believing that she has the match in the bag and the crowd reacts appropriately with a chorus of boos!
Simone: Roxi’s feeling pretty confident right now you’d think that she had won the match!
Adams: I didn’t hear a bell ring so she’s celebrating inappropriately!
Roxi eventually stops her gloating and picks up Electra hoping to follow up her attacks only to be met with a jawbreaker that stuns Roxi long enough for Electra to regain her bearings and when Roxi turns around she is met with a massive lariat from Electra!
Simone: And just like that Electra is back in the match!
Adams: It’s clear that she feels that she has a lot to prove to the other Bombshells in the back!
Electra goes for a cover 1….2…. and Roxi kicks out just in time, Electra backs up the corner and waits for Roxi to get back to her feet and when she does she charges in and nearly takes the Bombshell Champion’s head off with a big boot, Electra goes for another cover 1….2….. and Roxi kicks out just in time!
Simone: Electra’s pulling off all the stops to win this match!
Adams: And Roxi will have to do the same to retain her title!
Electra gets back to her feet bringing the champion up with her but whatever move Electra had planned quickly goes out the window as Roxi surprises her with a knee to the midsection followed by a pair of snap suplexes in a row and Roxi goes for a rather lazy cover 1…..2….. which is quickly reversed into a roll up by Electra 1….2…..and Roxi kicks out just as quickly.
Simone: And once again Roxi nearly cost herself the match!
Adams: She’ll eventually have to stop taking Electra so lightly!
Roxi is back on her feet and waits for the challenger to get back to her feet, when Electra does Roxi goes for a clothesline but Electra ducks under it, spins Roxi around and hits Roxi with a vicious looking DDT that plants her down to the matt, Electra goes for a cover 1….2….and Roxi forcefully kicks out at the last second.
Simone: One more second and we’d be looking at a new Bombshell Champion!
Adams: What a Supercard debut that would be for Electra!
Rather than go for another grounded attack Electra drags Roxi to the nearest corner and starts climbing up to the top rope looking for a high risk move of some kind, however her attempt at a Shooting Star Press is only met with Roxi’s knees further damaging the Canadian’s midsection, Electra falls to her hands and knees clutching her stomach in pain allowing Roxi to dive over her and roll her up 1…2….and Electra kicks out just in time!
Simone: No matter what Roxi does Electra won’t stay down!
Adams: And no matter how many times it doesn’t work Roxi won’t stop complaining to Brandi!
Roxi has indeed started arguing with Brandi about a slow count but Brandi is, once again, having none of it instead telling her to focus on Electra who is back on her feet, Roxi turns around but is surprised with a Superkick by Electra! She goes for a quick cover 1…2….and Roxi kicks out!
Simone: Say what you will about Roxi but she isn’t staying down for anything!
Adams: and it’s getting to Electra!
Electra runs her hands down her face clearly wondering just what it will take to keep the Bombshell Champion down for the three count but it quickly becomes apparent that Electra has given Roxi to much breathing room as she is able to surprise Electra with the Eye of the Hurricane! Roxi goes for another cover 1….2…and Electra kicks out!
Simone: Another kick out by Electra but Roxi isn’t arguing this time!
Adams: In fact she looks like she’s ready to end it!
Roxi drags Electra to the nearest corner and climbs up the turnbuckle looking for the Surperstar Press unfortunately for her she has the same amount of luck as Electra did earlier as Electra is able to get her knees up in time!
Simone: Roxi’s attempt at the Superstar Press just backfired!
Adams: And Electra is back to her feet!
Electra waits for Roxi to get to her feet and she does so whilst clutching her stomach in pain allowing her to hit Roxi with the Electric Shock!
Simone: The Electric Shock!
Adams: She’s going for a cover!
Cyrus starts sprinting back down to the ring but he is to late 1….2….3!
Justin Decent: Here’s your winner and NEW SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION ELECTRA STYLES!
Simone: Electra has won the SCW Bombshell Championship on her first match on a SCW PPV!
Adams: What a match!
Roxi and Electra both lay on the canvas after the hard fought match. Cyrus on the outside snatches the microphone from Justin and climbs up the steps. Roxi rolls on to her knees and sits there, catching her breath. Electra is getting up as well, But Cyrus begins stomping her to massive boos.
Adams: This is uncalled for!
Simone: This is pathetic is what it is!
Cyrus helps Roxi up to her feet, as she leans against the ropes. Cyrus looks down at Electra then turns Roxi around.
Cyrus: Now! Finish her!
Roxi looks down at Electra for a few moments, but then waves her off and starts to leave the ring.
Simone: Look at that, Roxi isn’t going to do it!
Cyrus looks stunned as Roxi goes through the ropes, but Cyrus grabs her by the arm and pulls her back into the ring.
Cyrus: Hey! Remember what you have to do. You know what you have to do!
Electra is again getting up, but Cyrus begins walking towards her, and pushes her back down, and gives her a kick.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!
Cyrus: Now, DO IT!
Roxi looks more conflicted, and Cyrus gets in her face and berates her. Roxi eventually throws her hands up in surrender, and nods that she’s going to follow Cyrus’ instructions. Cyrus stands behind Roxi and rubs her shoulders, and a smile creeps across Roxi’s face.
Simone: Oh no.
Adams: What kind of power does Cyrus have over Roxi?
Roxi begins walking towards Electra and reaches down and grabs Electra by the hair. She pulls Electra up, pulling her towards where Cyrus is standing. Roxi pulls Electra up to look her in the face.
Simone: What are they going to do to her?
Adams: I can’t look!
Roxi then grabs Electra by the arm, and turns to Cyrus and Roxi and Electra NAIL HIM WITH A DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!
Simone: YES!
The fans cheer wildly as Roxi then mounts Cyrus and begins nailing him with closed fists. Electra joins in and stomps Cyrus a few times.
Simone: This is awesome!
A free leg of Cyrus manages to catch Electra in the gut. Electra doubles over and falls down. Roxi turns back and sees Electra down and gets off of Cyrus and begins to tend to Electra. Cyrus however, is able to regain his faculties, and gets to his knees. He sees Roxi tending to Electra and grabs her by the hair and tosses her out of the ring!
Simone: That son of a bitch!
Electra is trying to get up, and Cyrus is stalking her.
Simone: Don’t make me… Wait!
From the back, a familiar face sprints down the aisle.
Simone: IT’S VIXEN! VIXEN IS BACK!
Vixen does indeed hit the ring and slides in and Cyrus turns around and sees her. Cyrus begins to back down as Vixen starts stalking him. Cyrus starts talking rapidly, building up enough courage to try a strike, but Vixen just kicks him in the gut and punches him in the face!
Simone: BEAT HIS ASS VIXEN!
Cyrus backs up into a corner and begs off, but is able to pull Vixen’s pants and take Vixen into the turnbuckle after she moves in. Vixen is stunned as Cyrus stands up and prepares to attack her as well, but Roxi has by this time slid back into the ring and she hits the ropes, springboards off and KICKS CYRUS IN THE FACE WITH THE RAY OF HOPE!
Simone: YES!
Cyrus goes down and rolls out of the ring, as Roxi dives after him, trying to attack him more, as he retreats to the back. Roxi slides out of the ring and gives chase halfway back. Roxi then turns back to the ring and slides in as Vixen has recovered, and Electra is back up. Roxi turns and looks back up towards the entrance, seeing that Cyrus is gone. Then she turns to both other women and stands there.
Simone: She did it! She’s back!
Electra picks up the microphone where Cyrus discarded it earlier.
Electra: *huff* Well. I love it when a plan comes together.
Crowd: *POP!*
Electra: And Vixen…welcome back.
Cheers for Vixen who soaks them in with very little emotion as she keeps her eyes on the two bombshells. Electra confers with Vixen, as they both stare at Roxi for a moment, and then, Electra speaks again.
Electra: And Roxi…It’s good to have you back.
Crowd: *POP!*
Electra: You didn’t have to make it *huff* that convincing though did you?
Roxi shrugs, and shares a hug with Electra to massive cheers! All three girls raise their hands to a huge ovation and Roxi hugs Electra tightly as Vixen moves towards the ropes in the corner.
Simone: Thank goodness. Roxi is back! The old Roxi is back!
Adams: And it was a plan by Electra and Roxi! They set up Cyrus.
Simone: Serves him right!
Roxi is handed the microphone, and there are cheers that prevent her from talking. She waits a moment as the crowd breaks into a “ROX-I” chant. Once it dies down, she speaks.
Roxi: I’m sorry. Thank you guys, but I’ve got things I need to take care of now.
Roxi tosses Electra the microphone and slides out of the ring, leaving Electra and Vixen, Electra with a knowing smile on her face.
Vixen slowly walks through the curtain, her eyes staring straight ahead and her breathing shallow and soft. She is met by Spike who holds out his arms to pull her into his embrace. Vixen stands in his arms, her hands creeping up his chest but not snaking around his neck as she usually would do.
Spike Staggs: Did that make you feel better my love? It had to feel good getting a little bit of pay back for losing the belt…
Vixen: I…guess. But now all I want to do it go home.
Spike Staggs: But we have some celebrating to do Vixen. You are back with us and Electra…
Vixen shakes her head.
Vixen: Spike, I just want to go home.
Looking at Vixen with a curious glance Spike raises his eyebrow slightly as he looks down into Vixen’s eyes.
Spike Staggs: Does this have anything to do with your discussion from earlier with Erik?
Vixen shoots Spike a guilty look but only for a moment before the emotion leaves her face.
Vixen: It’s complicated love, and I don’t really want to get into it right now because I have everything under control. So I am going to go back to my locker room, I am going to shower then change and I am going to be finding the first flight home. So if you are coming with me, you have all of…
Looking at the watch on Spike’s wrist, Vixen offers him a smile.
Vixen: Actually you have until I get back here. Five minutes after I return, I leave…with or without you.
Pulling away from Spike, Vixen moves towards the locker room leaving Spike to watch her move away. Devlin steps up behind Spike and puts one arm around his shoulders.
Devlin Lefebvre: Spike, we need to talk. There are some things you need to know about Vix…
Spike Staggs: Listen Dev…I appreciate what you are trying to do but I have to let Vixen work through this on her own. If you tell me, it might just make it more difficult for me. Do you think she will trust me if you tell me those things. She has to tell me if we are going to have any chance at happiness in the future. I’ve got patience.
Spike shrugs off Devlin’s arm and moves towards the locker room as Devlin watches him walk away.
Devlin Lefebvre: You are going to need it Spike…
Spike stares at Devlin with a bit of annoyance in his stance. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath, breathing out the negative energy as he pats Devlin on the shoulder.
Spike Staggs: I appreciate the concern, I really do, Devlin. I care greatly for Vixen, or else I wouldn’t have chased her half way around the world. I just know that she is going to need time to work things out, and I’m going to be there for her while she does that. I will be by her side, and I will let her tell me whatever she feels necessary. I love her with everything I have in me, and I’m not going to let a little bad weather get in the way of that.
Devlin Lefebvre: You are a good man, Spike. I wouldn’t trust most guys with my sister, but I know that you have her best interest at heart.
Spike nods his head as he accepts a handshake from Devlin. Spike begins walking slowly through the hallway with Devlin by his side. Spike feels as if he doesn’t quite know what to do from here.
Spike Staggs: I will admit that I don’t quite know how to deal with it. I’m not used to standing idly by when someone I care about is in need. I am the first one to jump in, but the first one to demand my space when I’m going through a rough time. I needed someone to shake me out of it, and for the last two years, your sister has done exactly that…
Devlin Lefebvre: I am going to respect your wish to let her tell you everything she wants to tell you, and when she needs you to be around, she will let you know. Just let her work through it, and be patient with her.
Spike nods his head as they round the corning, coming to the NXT locker room. Spike opens the door, hearing the shower running. He walks over to the lockers and opens one up, pulling a bag out. He begins putting items into the bag as Devlin takes a seat on the bench.
Spike Staggs: I will just have to see how it plays out, then, yeah? I will just have to let her know I’m there when she needs me, and that I love her. There’s nothing more I can do, right?
Spike continues packing things into the bag as the water soon shuts off. A shower curtain is heard opening as Spike keeps his attention of getting things packed quickly. Devlin sighs as we fade out.
We find our way backstage to find the entirety of Mean Girls walking side by side down the hallways. They are talking amongst themselves quietly before erupting into laughter. Delia gasps in surprise at whatever mystery comment was made and she smacks Angelica’s arm playfully.
Delia: Oh no! You are so bad, darling…
Angelica: I know… right?
They continue to laugh as they round the corner, bumping into an unlikely duo of Zuri and Blanca Justice. They quiet down quickly as they stare at the sisters. Holly and Tessa look the other way as Angelica scoffs. Veronica flips her hair, but Delia holds a hand out to stop anyone from doing anything. She taps her chin curiously.
Delia: Nobody told me it was supposed to be a costume party… Tell me, has Catwoman been taken already?
Zuri looks at her twin sister before returning her glance to the Mean Girls.
Zuri Justice: What do we have here Blanca?
Blanca Justice: I think they are the Project Runway's sob stories.
Zuri Justice: Catwoman is not coming. There is no party.
Blanca Justice: Now what were you whores talking about before coming our direction.
Zuri and Blanca stand there with their arms crossed. Delia offers them another laugh as she places a hand on her hip, using her other to flip her platinum blonde hair over her shoulder.
Delia: Whores? As if we’ve never heard z’is one before, right girls?
Tessa: I’ve heard it too many times. I honestly wish ye slags could come up with something better to call me.
Angelica lowers her head as she bobs her head from side to side, staring at Tessa.
Angelica: Well, sometimes you have to call a spade, a spade… But, what I don’t get is how it is any of your business what we were talking about, hunty…
Zuri gets right in Tessa's face.
Zuri Justice: Listen here you pencil neck clownfish. If you want to keep that ugly mug you call a face looking "good" then I suggest you don't call me a slag.
Blanca pulls her sister back then looks at the group.
Blanca Justice: Normally, I could careless about what you were saying but you stopped immediately when you saw us. So that makes me wonder if you hoebags were talking about us.
Zuri continues to seethe as Blanca tries hard to calm her down. Tessa acts as if she is ready for a fight with Zuri. With this, Delia steps in between everyone, keeping a cooler head than anyone.
Delia: Ladies, ladies… Z’ere is no reason why we must be catty to one anos’er… I mean, wi’s all z’e uglies running around backstage, z’ese two are actually kind of pretty… Well, unless z’e mask is hiding somes’ing?
Tessa: Probably some hideous mole or something…
Delia: All I am saying is z’at we don’t need to start fighting wi’s someone when z’ere are some serious travesties of z’e female gender in z’e locker rooms…
Blanca looks at Delia.
Blanca Justice: Do you have a speech problem? I can barely understand a word you are saying.
Zuri Justice: I wear this mask so people can tell Blanca and I apart. As I told Jessie Salco and now I am telling you. There is a new bitch on the block and I will hurt anyone who gets in my way.
Blanca Justice: Delia, you are right. There are travesties of the female gender and I agree it's a serious problem.
Zuri and Blanca let out a sinister chuckle.
Zuri Justice: We already know who some of the travesties are on the roster.
They look at the Mean Girls as the words were said. Delia stares at Zuri with anger in her eyes for a moment. She bites at her lip, controlling it, and canceling it out with another chuckle. She takes a step closer to Zuri, showing that she isn’t afraid of her in the least.
Delia: Travesties? Us? I s’ink z’at mask is skewing your vision, darling… We are reflections of perfection. And for z’e record… I am French. Maybe if you wish to be z’e new “bitch” on z’e scene, you might want to research your competition…
Delia flips the other side of her hair over her shoulder so that Zuri could see her chest puffed out with pride as she speaks.
Delia: I'm letting you off wi's a warning... We have os'er s'ings to attend to at z'e moment. You two might want to watch your backs, because we know how to play naughty as well as nice...
Zuri and Blanca get right in the faces of each Mean Girl.
Zuri Justice: Listen here, you reject from fashion week. You want to act tough but I bet when push comes to shove you couldn't beat me. You girls aren't perfection because let's face it. You all look like something my dog would drag in and you want to talk about learning about your competition. You would know that I come from royalty.
Blanca Justice: Does it look like we care if you are French? You could come out of the Thames River and it still wouldn't change a thing. The Mean Girls are yesterday's news.
Zuri Justice: You heard my sister and if you try to attack us from behind. Well, you will be signing your own execution. You see I have never been nice nor will I ever be. Now do yourselves a favor and get out of our sight.
Blanca Justice: Unless you five want to go now. Otherwise, get lost.
Zuri gets nose to nose with Delia.
Zuri Justice: Remember NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.
Blanca Justice: Also No Good Deed goes unpunished.
Zuri and Blanca continues to stare at the Mean Girls waiting to see what they would do. Delia does not back down from Zuri, staying nose to nose with her. However, a simple smile crosses her face.
Delia: For your information, I’ve headlined every Fashion Week for z’e last four years. Today might not be the day, but know z’at one day, we will tangle. And I welcome it, Batgirl…
Delia snaps her fingers together loudly at the rest of the Mean Girls. She slowly turns her head just a couple inches as her eyes wander back toward them.
Delia: Ladies?
Mean Girls and the sisters stare each other down as Delia leads Mean Girls past Zuri and Blanca. Each Mean Girl takes their turn eyeballing them as they pass before disappearing off into the distance. Zuri chuckles as the Mean Girls are out of sight.
Zuri Justice: She must be the headliner for the ugly fashion people. She wants to tangle then she better pack a lunch.
Blanca waves her hand in front of her nose.
Blanca Justice: I know how she headlined all those shows. Her bad breath scared everyone off. She is in for a rude awakening if she tangles with us.
Zuri Justice: Well, if she wants some she can come get some. Either way she will learn the hard way that no one crosses Lady Justice.
Blanca and Zuri laugh some more as they walk down the hallway with Mr. Carlson right behind them.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: The following match is the main event of the evening and is a unification match for the Undisputed Heavyweight Championship! Would you please turn your attention toward the Screen.
A video package begins to play as Kenny Chisholm comes over the screen.
Kenny: Professional wrestling in the Atlantic was something truly special. We were a part of something that really brought the focus on to Canadian sports entertainment like nothing before it and it produced some of the greatest champions our business has ever seen.
Hangman Chet Hawkins comes on the screen.
Hangman: Kai Kennedy had everything you would want in a superstar. Big, brooding kind of a guy that could kick your teeth in, no problem. He was the right guy to wear that belt in the beginning and he had a long successful run.
JJ Dixon comes on the screen.
JJ: Duke is a beast. He was a murderer in the ring and to this date, my favorite person to hold my title. He was a dominant champion that ripped through the division until the very end. God dammit I miss those fucking days. Fuck you…get that camera out of my face.
Former ACW Color Commentator Trevor Benzanson comes on the screen.
Trevor: I never liked Vialetti. He was a weirdo if you ask me but you couldn’t take away his fighting spirit. He beat the beast in Duke Ata fair and square and it was something that no one thought he was going to do. Where ever the “Last Renegade” is now…I salute you.
Former ACW Reporter Elise Leblanc comes on the screen.
Elise: Watching Ben Jordan that first year was truly inspiring. His undefeated streak was one of the most talked about streaks in the history of sports entertainment. When he defeated Casey Williams for the vacant title it was the pinnacle and the highest point of Atlantic and the new All-Pro Championship Wrestling.
Ben Jordan comes on the screen.
Ben: Drake’s me mate and the only one who ever beat me up in ACW. He’s a true class act and one of the most popular guys we ever had in Canada. It was Showtime all the time when Drake was around.
Kenny Chisholm comes back up on the screen.
Kenny: Mark Ward is one of my favorite wrestlers of all time. Sure, he’s turned into an egotistical maniac but when he gets in between those ropes something magical happens. His ACW title reign might have been short lived but it also may have been the most important as it began a whole new direction for the title.
Max Burke comes up on the screen.
Burke: There’s only one guy I ever met who was meaner than me in the ring and that’s Sean Jackson. He’s won every title he ever set his eyes on and he’s a true champion…the real champion. Come Chaos in Cape town…he’ll be the only champion.
Mark Ward comes over the screen.
HS: When we set out to do something in Vegas we set out to be the best. We wanted the best competition all over the world to compete in a SCW six-sided ring. Over the past few years we’ve gotten just that; the best. And when you’ve got the best…ya champions are that much better.
Synn, leader of the Seven Deadly Sins comes up on the screen.
Synn: Gabriel is a fearless competitor, taking on men more experienced and much larger than he is. He shows tenacity, never giving up. Whether as a champion or challenger, the hunger remains the same.
Former SCW Superstar Casey Williams comes up on the screen.
Casey: Nick Jones is a tough man to face, but a pleasure to work with. I may not have beaten him, but he forced me to elevate my game. He was the best heavyweight champion while I was a competitor in SCW!
SCW Commentator Jason Adams comes up on the screen.
Adams: Rage scares me. He scares me more than the dark and that’s saying a lot. Watching this guy compete and win at this level was one of the bright spots early on in SCW and I will never forget the great Rage matches I’ve been lucky enough to call.
Erik Staggs comes up on the screen.
Erik: There is definitely a lot of bad blood between my nephew and I, but he was groomed to be a champion. It wasn't just in his blood, but it was in his mind, and in his spirit. At the end of the day, I couldn't be more proud of the longest reigning SCW Champion... that Sadistic Bastard...
SCW Bombshell Emma Rose comes up on the screen.
Emma: Jordan Williams, he's an inspiring athlete who knew what the human body could accomplish but went out of his way to break down the barriers between holy shit and this can't be real. Such a gentle giant who was always willing to lend an ear and help pave a way into this business for so many of us, but in the ring he would turn into your worst nightmare. A fierce unstoppable force that rightfully commanded your attention, he will be greatly missed in the World of Wrestling...
Former SCW and ACW Superstar Drake Green comes up on the screen.
Drake: It’s no secret that Kevin and I hated each other and it was even more apparent when we got in the ring with one another. Regardless of what you can say personally about the guy, there’s no one who brought it out more in me than Kevin Carter. Nearly unbeatable in his first run in Sin City Wrestling, he truly was the Main Attraction.
Mark Ward comes on the screen.
HS: I signed Goth, against the wishes of some, because I knew that someday he would take the title. He has been a champion everywhere he's been because he's strong, tough, would sell his own mother for success. When he won the title, we knew we had a champion who would do the belt proud and push the limits further.
Former SCW Bombshell Misty comes up on the screen.
Misty: Drake Green is one of the toughest competitors I've ever met. He is the true champion of the people and he always will be. If I were someone just starting out in this business, looking for someone to look up to and be like, it would be Drake Green.
Spike Staggs comes up on the screen.
Spike: Everybody knew Giani Di Luca as the arrogant little shit that came straight from a reality TV show, and they fell in love with him. But then, we learned that he could make us love to hate him just as much as we hated to love him. No one expected him to win the belt, let alone hold onto it for three months, but he always was full of surprises.
Giani Di Luca comes up on the screen.
Giani: Yo, Simon Jones is a real class act, bro. Seriously. Him and I got a lot in common, ya know? Underdogs who no one ever expected to see win the belt in the first place. He's good people, and I'm glad to see him reppin' SCDubz...
The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...
V/O: Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?
As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...
V/O: I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....
The Mental Rapist
Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor. The arena erupts into boos and slight cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as ACW Champion Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Once both have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire with Sean completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.
V/O: Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord.
A slight smile forms on his face. Lord only knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring. They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a white shirt with the HSI logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "Mental" and on the opposite leg you see "Rapist".
As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, he raises his ACW title up high as the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes just as the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.
The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting the Sahara Park crowd to jump to their feet. Simon Jones walks through the curtains and out onto the stage with his SCW Heavyweight Championship belt clasped firmly around his waist. 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. He unsnapped his championship belt and holds it high in the air for the crowd before turning around and hopping down to the canvas.
Drew Patton enters the ring and reaches out to both men for their title belts. Simon takes his SCW Championship and kisses the faceplate before handing it over to Drew. Patton then turns to Jackson who removes his title from his shoulder and holds it up high in the air for a moment. He turns around to the crowd who boos him for his smug smile before turning back to Patton and handing the belt to him. Drew holds both belts up high for the cheering crowd to see before moving out of the way for Justin Decent to make his introductions.
Simone: This is it boys and girls. The moment we’ve all been waiting for.
Adams: This is a defining moment in SCW history, Belinda. The two most celebrated titles of our time will finally become one.
Justin Decent: Introducing first…from Dallas, Texas. Weighing in at 220 pounds…he is the reigning ACW World Champion…the ‘Mental Rapist’ Sean Jackson!
Vanessa rubs Jackson’s shoulders as the ACW Champion holds his arms up high for the booing crowd.
Justin Decent: And his opponent…from Birmingham, England. Weighing in at 225 pounds…he is the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship…Simon Jones!
The crowd cheers loudly for their champion as Simon panders to them for a moment before Justin Decent quiets them down again. The two men stand toe to toe waiting for Drew Patton to call for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Jackson immediately slams Jones in the side of the head with a few right hands to start things off. He pushes him back in to the ropes and then follows up with a hard knee that lifts the SCW Champion up off of his feet for a moment.
Simone: Jackson really going after Simon in the early goings.
Adams: I’m so excited…and I just can’t hide it!
Jackson continues with a few hard shots to the head and then takes Simon by the hair and flips him over on to his back. He immediately drops a knee to the throat of the Birmingham native and then continues the hard right hands as the evil jezebeth Vanessa cheers on the ACW Champion. He grabs Simon by the throat and squeezes down hard. Patton tries to break the hold and when Jackson refuses, he starts his count.
One…Two…Three…Four…Fi-
At the last second, Sean breaks the hold leaving Jones gasping for breath. Looking for a quick victory the Texan covers up Jones and hooks his leg. Drew Patton drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Jones kicks out before Patton can slap his down the final time.
Adams: This was almost over quick, Belinda.
Simone: It would’ve been disappointing for sure, Jason.
An angry and aggressive Jackson bounces up to his knee and then grabs Jones by his and pummels him again. He stands up and screams out to the crowd, raising his arms in praise of himself and the crowd returns his screams with thunderous boos.
Adams: Damn I hate that guy.
Jackson turns to see Simon struggling to his feet. He stands there perched for a moment until Simon gets to his knees and then Jackson runs full speed ahead, charging with a knee toward the back of the SCW Champion’s head. At the last second, as if he knew it was coming, Simon strafes to the right sending Jackson flying into the ropes ahead. Simon snaps up and lifts into a high drop kick, which connects to the face of Sean, sending him toppling over the ropes and down to the concrete floor.
Simone: What a burst by the Champion.
Adams: I can’t believe it, what a burst of nowhere by the Champion!
Simone: You’re kidding me right?
Adams: What?
Jones looks around to the crowd as if he is a bit surprised. He sees his opponent down at ringside struggling to get to his feet. A small smile cracks over his face as he begins to slowly clap his hands together.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The crowd gets behind him and joins in on the clapping.
Clap! Clap! Clap!
The slow clap gets faster and faster as Sean Jackson slowly gets to his feet down at ringside. Feeding off of the energy of the South African crowd, Simon bounces off of the ropes and dives through top and middle ropes with a fury, landing a nasty looking suicide dive which sends Jackson’s face smacking off of the steel barricade. Simon hops up to his feet and throws his hands up in the air and smiles at the crowd.
Crowd: POP!
Simone: They love Simon here in Cape town, Jason.
Adams: They love Simon everywhere, Belinda.
The SCW Champion grabs his opponent by the back of the head and smacks his head off of the top of the barricade, sending Jackson falling back down to the floor. Jones lands a knee to the side of the head as Drew Patton starts his count.
One…Two…
Jones applies a standing rear choke on Jackson, clenching hard on the neck and chin of his opponent. He picks him up, sets him up, and flips him over with a snap suplex that seemingly hurts both men. Jackson writhes in pain as Jones struggles to his feet. He goes to pick Jackson up again as Vanessa runs around the corner.
Adams: Oh come on, not this crazy bitch now.
Three…Four…
Simon drops Jackson as Vanessa turns the corner. He goes to block her off but Drew Patton hops down and gets between the two of them. The angry referee forces Vanessa back. Simon starts to laugh at her but then gets blindsided by Jackson who lands a forearm across the back of the Champion’s head. A frustrated Patton barks at Jackson to move things back into the ring but the ACW Champion ignores him. Drew hops up back in the ring and is forced to restart his count.
One…Two…
Simone: Jackson is blatantly ignoring direction from Drew Patton the referee.
Adams: No respect this guy has. None at all, Belinda.
Jackson grabs Jones by the back of the head and flings him, flipping him over and throwing back first against the barricade and Simon screams out in agony. Vanessa screams at Sean to do it again and Jackson grabs the SCW Champion and picks him up. He flings head over heels again and this time Simon lands across the steel steps and clutches his back in pain. Jackson runs up and lands a boot on the side of Jones and the SCW Champion is out cold.
Three…Four…
Simone: The ACW Champion is getting vicious now.
Adams: Please, this guy is a snake from the grass of Texas.
Jackson grabs the nearly unconscious Jones by the hair and drags him over toward the announcer’s table. He smashes Jones’ face on table and then follows it up with a hard clothesline that sends the champion down the concrete again. Jackson smiles as he lands a few kicks to the midsection of Simon and then he walks around the other side of the announcer’s table as Drew Patton continues his count.
Five…Six…
Jackson arrogantly picks up the extra announcer’s headset and joins the conversation.
Jackson: I hear you, Jason Adams, talking all that trash about the Real World Champion. How does it feel to in presence of greatness like me?
Adams: I…uh…
Jackson: That’s right, lost for words. Well let me give you some words to think about. I am the Real World Champion and I am the reckoning, which has come to Simon Jones by way of Hot Stuff International. You hear me, Jason? Now I’m gonna put this headset down and finish off this weasel and claim my place as Undisputed Champion. You have a problem with that Jason?
Adams: I…uh…
Jackson: That’s what I thought.
Jackson slams the headset back down on the announcer’s table.
Seven…Eight…
Simone: You really showed him, Jason.
Adams: I…uh…
Jackson kicks Simon one more time before grabbing him and hauling him up and onto the apron, ending Drew’s count. He slides himself up and continues pulling Simon into the ring. He bounces off of the ropes and lands a leg drop before covering him up.
Simone: Another pinfall attempt.
One…
Two…
Adams: No, Simon got his shoulder up.
Jones kicks out at the last second and Jackson starts to show small signs of frustration. He again grabs the SCW Champion by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. He grabs him by the arm and goes to whip Simon in to the corner but at the last second, Jones reverses and pulls Jackson in close. He lifts him up and slams him down with a momentum changing belly-to-belly suplex.
Simone: What a suplex by Jones. He’s not done yet!
Adams: Look at this!
Simone: picks Jackson up and throws his head between his legs. He lifts him straight up, legs pointing to the sky, and hooks Sean’s arms behind his legs. He falls forward, smashing Jackson’s face into the canvas with a Styles Clash.
Adams: INTO OBLIVION! This one’s over! Simon wins!
Simon struggles to turn over Jackson but when he does, he covers him and hooks his leg as Drew Patton drops down to the mat for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: Three!
Simone: No! Jackson kicked out!
Sean throws his shoulder up at the last minute and Vanessa goes crazy at ringside, cheering him on. Simon, determined to end things, picks Jackson up by the head and walks him over to the corner. He climbs up to the second rope and sets Jackson up for a second rope Styles Clash.
Adams: He’s going for it again. Looking to put Jackson away for good.
Simon goes to lift Jackson up but Sean blocks it and sends Simon toppling over him with high impact back body drop.
Simone: Simon just went down to the mat! What a reversal!
Seizing his moment, Jackson climbs to the second rope and stands perched. As Jones climbs to his knees, with his back to Sean, Jackson leaps into the air and lands a devastating knee to the back of Simon’s head.
Simone: GAME CALLED! GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS! Simon is out cold!
Adams: Oh no! Get up Simon!
Jackson flips Simon over and goes for the cover as Patton drops for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: HE KICKED OUT! JONES KICKED OUT!
Simone: Jackson can’t believe it!
A frustrated Jackson jumps up and gets into the face of referee Drew Patton. The two begin to argue and Jackson doesn’t see Simon crawl to his feet. Simon flies in with a superkick but at the last second Vanessa screams out warning Jackson who ducks out of the way and Simon’s foot connects squarely with Drew Patton’s jaw.
Simone: Patton just got nailed! The referee is out!
Jackson slides out of the ring to regroup with Vanessa as Simon slides down to the mat to check on the knocked out Drew Patton. He tries to revive him as a massive booing comes over the crowd.
Adams: What’s going on?
Out of the back come Max Burke and Joshua Acquin running down to ringside.
Simone: Hot Stuff International is here!
Adams: Patton is out and Simon needs help!
Acquin and Burke slide into the ring as Jackson looks on. The men converge on the seemingly helpless Jones who somehow fights them off for a second. He bounces off the ropes and sends Acquin flying over the top rope and face first into the steel barricade knocking him unconscious.
Adams: YES!
Burke runs toward Simon who ducks out of the way and grabs Max by the neck and slams him down hard with a cutter and Burke has to roll out of the ring.
Adams: BACK TO THE FUTURE!
Crowd: POP!
Simone: Jones just fought off both men!
Adams: Look out!
Simon doesn’t see Jackson come up behind him and he Sean lifts up the SCW Champion into a torture rack position and then flings him over into a reverse Death Valley Driver.
Simone: HOOK ‘EM HORNS! Jackson covers up but there’s no referee.
As Jackson has Simon covered up, Drew Patton slowly slides his way over to make a count. He slams one hand down to the mat.
One!
…
After a struggle he slams another hand down to the mat.
…
Two!
…
Continuing to struggle Patton goes to slam his hand down for a third time.
Thr-
Adams: No! Simon kicked out! Simon kicked out!
Simone: Sean can’t believe it!
A now irate Sean Jackson jumps up to his feet. He grabs the ropes and shakes them a couple of times before slamming his feet down hard on the canvas. He waits patiently as Simon pushes himself up on to his knees and then launches forward for yet another running knee.
Simone: It has to be over now!
At the last second Simon side steps Jackson and trips him down to the mat. He grabs the ACW Champions legs and turns him over into a Cloverleaf.
Adams: Texas Cloverleaf! He’s got it locked in. They’re in the center of the ring!
Simone: Jackson’s got nowhere to go!
Jackson writhes in pain as he tries to struggle out of the hold. He reaches forward toward the ropes but they are nowhere near him.
Adams: Tap out Jackson! Tap out Jackson! Tap out Jackson!
Simone: pulls back on Jackson’s legs and the ACW Champion screams out in pain. He struggles more and more, flailing his arms around reaching for anything and grasping the air.
Adams: Tap out Jackson! Tap out Jackson! Tap out Jackson!
Jackson tries desperately to reach fort he ropes but seeing no end in sight, slams his hand down on the mat repeatedly.
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP!
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: He tapped! Jackson tapped!
Justin Decent: Here is your winner and UNDISPUTED HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOOOOOOOORLD……SIIIIIMOOOOOON JOOOOOOOOONES!
Simon finally releases the hold and Jackson rolls out of the ring and down to ringside where Vanessa is waiting for him. She helps him and the two limp back up the ramp. Drew Patton hands both belts to Simon and the crowd goes nuts. He climbs up to the second rope and holds up both the SCW and ACW titles and smiles widely as the South Africa crowd showers him with praise.
Adams: Thank you ladies and gentlemen for joining us tonight. We have an Undisputed Champion and it is England’s own Simon Jones. Goodnight from Cape town…we’ll see you in two weeks in Las Vegas!
Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, Marge, Roxi, Sam, Derek, Electra, Zuri, Sean Jackson, Casey, Mercedes, Necra, Simon Jones, Mete, Vixen, Amy, Vixen, Also to Vixen again for the great match banners and again to Sam, who created each of those ACW/SCW banners for the spot before the main event. To you, our great RPers, couldn't and wouldn't do this without you all!