Although I would get bored pretty damn quickly, just repeating the same old shit over and over.

However, what won't be repeated is the tainted win the mean girls picked up many weeks back, Jessie and I will be revenging our loss and walking away as still tag team champions.

And IF by some fluke or miracle that the Mean Girls do actually win… then it will be official… WRESTLING WOULD BE DEAD.

I'm not exaggerating, who wants a bunch of so-called teen idols promoting anorexia and bullying to represent SCW and wrestling?

I definitely don't…

So that's why the mean girls will have to try and prize the tag titles from mine and Jessie's cold dead hands, because they ain't going home with them.

Everyone's sanity will be saved."

Delia: Better to be Euro trash z'an trailer trash, darling… Now, I beg you to remove your disgusting hand from my s'roat before you force your fucked up family to pool z;eir life savings toges'er to bail you out of jail… again…

Spike: Why you little…

Delia looks from Spike's eyes, motioning to the camera behind him, as well as the witness, but he clearly doesn't care. Delia takes in a deep breath as she plasters a fake sense of martyrdom onto her face.

Delia: However, I would much ras'er you take out your aggressions on me, instead of your son, or even your daughter, wife, and pseudo ex-wife slash best friend or whatever… Please, spare z'em. Take your frustrations of your compromised manhood out on me…

Spike removes his hand from Delia's throat and takes a deep breath, calming himself down. Delia smirks at him as she straightens out her dress. She whips her hair behind her once more as she watches Spike trying to compose himself better.

Delia: Don't get so bent out of shape, Spike… You act as if I harmed your daughter, when all I did was spoiled her wi's a taste of luxury z'at you cannot afford…

Spike: Oh cut the bullshit, Deelz! I don't need to rattle off my accomplishments or my financial situation to you. I'm not hurting, and my children are definitely not hurting either. What you did is so disgustingly transparent, that the ONLY person buying your bullshit, is yourself… And even that isn't quite clear.

Delia: So you decided to come and pick on a woman half your size to tell me z'at I am a liar? Why didn't you join z'e os'er Jealous Janis girls and just say it on Twitter? It might have saved you from exposing your true nature to z'e world…

Spike: I just want you to know that, woman or not… as I use the term verrrrrrrrrrry fucking loosely in your case… if you EVER lay a finger on my daughter again, I will erase you from the face of the Earth. If I didn't know that Vixen was going to destroy you tonight, I don't think I could stop myself from doing it right now…

Delia offers Spike a nice taunting chuckle as Pussy stands in the background, trying to keep the camera rolling on this situation, while not drawing any attention to herself.

Delia: Just like Vixen, just like Misty, just like Amy Marshall, and every hack in z'e back z'at shows z'eir jealousy over z'e Mean Girls, and more specifically myself… you're welcomed to try. But, don't be mad about me telling Eden what you know deep down is z'e tru's. You shouldn't lie to your daughter…

Spike: Lie? What am I lying about? Oh, could you be referring to my wife who *air quotes* slept her way to the top? Or that she will leave me and my family one day?

Delia shrugs her shoulders and offers Spike an apologetic look.

Delia: Bo's, darling. You know z'at once I take z'e title from her tonight, and when I defeat her in her rematch z'at your uncle will so gladly get for her wi'sin weeks, z'at she will see you are no longer of use to her, and she will leave you to explain to your daughter why yet anos'er woman has left out of her life. I mean, it would be only fair, instead of letting z'e reality of z'e situation crush her spirits. She might turn out to be an Amy Marshall… Sorry bout it.

Spike: You know fuck all about my personal life. The only thing you know is what you weaseled out of my son while he was down and out. You must be really fucking proud of your manipulation skills.

Delia nods her head slowly, with a wide smile spread across her face. She shrugs her shoulders as she goes to brush another strand of hair out of Spike's face. He smacks her hand away from him, as a sadistic grin of his own comes over his face. However, before he can say anything, Delia places a hand in his face, cutting him off.

Delia: Tell your hot little slice of Canadian Bacon z'at I have a few words for her. Tell her z'at I am not spewing Gabriel Stevens' rhetoric for nos'ing. I am proving his point about her when I go out z'ere, z'e rookie z'at no one believes in. I will take her belt, and I will be a better champion z'an she could ever dream of. Z'en, everyone will see z'at I am not kissing his ass, but ras'er, I am proving his point. I will be z'e Wildcard Champion, and everyone will have to eat z'eir words when I defeat her cleanly. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a show to get ready for. I want to look my best while I am holding z'e Bombshell Championship over Vixen's unconscious form…

Spike goes to remove Delia's hand from his face, but he is just a second too late as she spins around. She grabs the hanger from her door and she opens it, walking inside of the Mean Girls Locker Room. She slams the door and locks it behind her as Spike is simply shaking in anger. He pounds the door in frustration as he looks over to Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Don't feel so bad, Spike. She has that effect on everyone…

Spike just shakes his head, seemingly embarrassed at his actions as he storms off in the opposite direction. Pussy shrugs her shoulders as she looks back to the camera, shrugging her shoulders and we fade elsewhere.

Justin Decent: The following Grudge Match is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiintroducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 227 pounds, representing "Hot Stuff International, he is… JOSHHHHHHHHHUA AAAAAQCUIIIIIIIIIIIIINNN!!!

"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the PA as 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 his arms up in the air. He drops down and passes Drew Patton as he walks over to the side of the ring, waiting for his opponent.

Justin Decent: Aaaand his opponent… Hailing from San Antonio, Florida, standing at 6 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at 375 pounds, he is "The Soulless One"… HORRRRRRRRRRRACE JAAAAAAAAAACKSSSOOOOOOONNN!!!

The arena goes pitch black as the sounds of goblins and druids fill the sound system. Dark red smoke fills the arena as black lights and flood lights with a red filter shine throughout the arena. A video package starts playing as the instrumental version of "Close My Eyes Forever" begins to play as a woman in an amazon princess outfit walks out from behind the curtains. The music slowly fades as "The High Life" strikes up. As the songs are mashed together, Horace Jackson walks out with his face covered in red and black face paint. He stands on the stage as the smoke raises higher. Horace walks down the ramp very slowly as the crowd is chanting his name. He stops at the ring and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He holds the ropes open for his wife to enter the ring first. He follows her by stepping over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, lifts his arms into the air and drops them causing fire to escape all four corners and the stage. He turns his body toward the stage as he prepares for his match.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: This match has had a lot of heat building up to it, and it all stems from the Going For the Gold mini tournament match that took place a few weeks ago.

Adams: Acquin wanted to make a statement that he was not going to be left out of the running for the Roulette Championship, even if he wasn't successful in his own Going For the Gold match!

Horace looks menacingly toward Joshua as he comes in closer. Acquin goads him in, waving him forward in a taunting manner. As Horace gets close, Acquin ducks under the tree-like limbs of Jackson, tripping him up against the ropes. As he turns around, Acquin begins laying in hard jabs and hooks before bringing Horace down to his knees with a hard knee to the gut. He looks up at Acquin, who begins raining down punches to his face. Horace fights back with jabs to Acquin's side, but it only slows down the inevitable. He finally drives his shoulder into Acquin's stomach, bringing him down to the ground. He hovers on top of Acquin and returns the favor, raining down blows to his face. Acquin swings back, but is slowly worn down from the massive fists of The Soulless One, and the crowd is loving it!

Simone: Horace had some harsh words for Joshua the past few weeks, ever since the attack, but Acquin has been pretty quiet since the attack.

Adams: It seems like he has been saving the brutality for the ring, but Horace is backing up his own words with a whole lot of action!

Horace continues to rapidly punch Acquin, and the crowd "ooh"s and "ahh"s at each powerful strike. However, referee Drew Patton isn't quite as pleased as the fans as he tries to break it up. He orders Horace off of Acquin, which he surprisingly obliges to. Jackson rises up and throws an arm into the air as he shouts at Joshua to "get up"! Acquin gets up to a knee, where he meets another knee… Horace Jackson's, and it is up close and personal with his face. Acquin falls to his back, and Horace repeats his plea for Acquin to rise up. Acquin blinks on the mat for a second, wiping at his face as he rolls over onto his stomach. He starts to get up once more, and Horace charges forward with a punt to Acquin's chin. The crowd approves of this message!

Simone: I would certainly hate to be Joshua Acquin's face tonight, what with the beating it is taking and all!

Adams: He's just showing everybody how to really beat a mug… hash tag Consider It Stolen Darling!

Horace taunts Acquin once more to get up, and despite popping his jaw back into place, Acquin seems as if he is otherwise unaffected. He pushes himself up to his knees when Horace comes back over to him. He decides to be of assistance, helping Acquin back up to his feet, but Acquin hits a very low blow to the Soulless One. Horace doubles over, and Acquin is quick to play it off as he lands a quick punch to Horace's stomach. He rises up slightly and nails him with a Spinning Haymaker right to the jaw. The crowd boos as Acquin bounces off of the ropes, nailing a Clothesline to Jackson, knocking him down on his back. He is clearly not pleased at being made to look a fool as he drops an elbow to Horace's sternum. He quickly rises up, only to fall down with another elbow drop to the chest. He repeats this two more times before hooking the leg on the fourth elbow drop. Drew comes to the mat to begin counting.

1!

2!KICKOUT!

Simone: What a cheap shot, and clearly one made out of sheer desperation…

Adams: I don't know what ya just said, but that was definitely not even in the same zip code as a win. He's gonna have to try harder if he wants to take out Horace Jackson!

Acquin pounds the mat in frustration as he raises Horace off of the mat, which is no easy feat. He sends Horace into the ropes, and catches him with a knee to the gut on the rebound. As Horace doubles over, Acquin meets him with a couple hard Ax Handle Smashes to his back, dropping him down to his knees. Acquin bounces off of the ropes and uses the momentum to nail a Dropkick to Jackson's face, sending him back down to the mat for his troubles. He leaps up into the air, doing a Jumping Double Knee Drop to Horace's chest. He grabs onto Horace's legs to set him up for a Sharpshooter. He wraps around one leg, but Horace uses the power in his other leg to give Acquin a boot-to-ass send off. Acquin's chest collides with the ropes, and as he bounces backward, Horace trips him up, hooking on for a Schoolboy Pin. Drew drops down for the count.

1!

2!KICKOUT!

Simone: That might not have been as effective as The Soulless One had hoped, but it sure looked funny from over here!

Adams: I don't think we share the same sense of humor. A man getting kicked in the arse, then falling backward into a pin is… okay, that is pretty damn funny!

Horace lifts Acquin off of the mat and sends him flying into the ropes. As he comes back, Horace lifts up his leg, catching Acquin with a boot to the face. As Acquin falls, Horace drops down with a leg drop across Acquin's chest. He stays there, landing in a pinning position. Drew goes to count, but before he can even tap down for one, Josh gets a shoulder up. Horace is fine with this, since he doesn't seem to be finished with Acquin. He picks up the smaller grappler, looking to send him back into the ropes, but Acquin reverses it. He looks to catch Horace with a Clothesline, but Horace puffs his chest out, absorbing it as if it were nothing. The crowd cheers at this, but they get even louder as Horace catches Acquin with a Throat Thrust. As Acquin grips at his through, turning around in a complete circle, Horace picks him up, landing with a Sidewalk Slam that rocks the ring.

Simone: They must have that ring reinforced pretty good to handle that much distress without giving in.

Adams: That ring has seen its fair share of damage, and it has yet to break. But, if Horace Jackson keeps up like this, it might not make it through the night!

Horace lifts Josh up with his arm hooked around his neck. He lifts him up into a Hanging Vertical Suplex, showing a surprising amount of balance as he leaves Acquin hanging in the air. The audience stares on in awe at this, until Acquin falls forward, converting it into a DDT. Even though the fans don't like Acquin, they can't help but gasp, secretly admiring such a maneuver. There are some claps heard, but Acquin wastes no time in hooking the leg of the motionless Jackson. Drew comes down for the count.

1! 2! Thr…KICKOUT!

Crowd: WHAT?! *POP!*

Simone: I almost can't believe he kicked out of that one. He looked like he was out for the count!

Adams: I swear I was preparing to say that Acquin squeaked by with the win, but Horace shows that he's full of piss and vinegar by getting the shoulder up with Drew's hand just inches from the mat!

Drew holds up two fingers to let the crowd know it was only a two count as they rain down cheers. Acquin grits his teeth as he pounds the mat three times in anger. He uses every bit of strength in him to lift Horace off of the mat. He goes to send him over to the corner sluggishly, but Horace reverses it, sending Acquin there instead. He picks Acquin up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. He climbs up to the second one, looking for a Vertical Suplex, but Acquin blocks it, hooking his leg around the top rope. Horace gives him a few punches and tries again, but Acquin repeats this. He goes to punch him in the face, but Acquin meets him with a Headbutt. He wraps his arms around Horace's neck and goes for what appears to be a Tornado DDT, but Horace steps up onto the top rope where both men teeter. They struggle to remain balanced, while trying to gain the advantage in the struggle. Acquin backs Horace down, tripping him up slightly. He falls across the turnbuckle, landing on his crotch as the crowd winces. He gingerly climbs off, and onto the bottom turnbuckle. Acquin tries to come down with a flying fist to Horace's face, but Horace catches him around the throat. He lifts him up, climbing to the second rope before Chokeslamming him to the outside, on top of the steel ring steps!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: I… what they said… I wouldn't normally say this, but is Acquin okay after that?

Adams: I don't even know to be honest… That could very well have broken him in half! We might need medical out here, which seems to be a trend in any match that involves Horace Jackson.

Horace climbs over the top rope with authority as he is in no mood to play around. Drew has begun his count, but Jackson scoops Acquin up. He rams him into the apron before rolling him back inside. He slides in and lifts him up for the Darkness Forgets You, a Sitdown Scoop Lift Powerbomb. He hooks the leg as the crowd watches him pin a broken Joshua Acquin.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner… HORRRRRRRRRRRRACE JAAAAAAAAAAAACKSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOONNNN!!!

Simone: Acquin isn't moving. I seriously think we need medical attention out here.

Adams: I agree. I've never seen anything like that before, and Jackson's complete disregard is surprising.

Drew raises Horace's arm in the air as "The High Life" plays over the speakers. The crowd cheers, however, they aren't as loud with it as Horace glares down at Josh who just now begins to slowly stir, holding onto his back. Jackson walks over to him and kicks him, rolling him out of the ring. He leans over the ropes, shouting as Acquin about learning a hard lesson. Acquin slowly gets up, walking slowly toward the ring to talk back to Horace who points to the back. The crowd cheers louder, seeing that Acquin is okay, and just as mouthy as ever as the two get into a heated war of words. Horace sits on the middle rope, inviting him back in for round two, but Acquin waves him off, walking up to the ramp, backing up slowly while keeping his eyes on Horace the entire time. Horace gets back to celebrating while keeping one eye on a retreating Acquin.

The scene opens up backstage at Violent Conduct II where we see the four competitors in tonight’s Male Roulette Title Match, Ryan Kidd, Gabriel Asar and Kris Halc alongside the defending champion Equinox standing next to the Roulette Wheel with Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Simone: It’s been a long road for Ryan, Gabriel and Kris but here they are ready to challenge Equinox for the title.

Adams: It’s been a long road for Equinox too he’s had to fight off two very worthy challengers in Steve Ramone and Horace Jackson in recent weeks!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you ready gentlemen?

The four competitors nod and Rocky spins the wheel as they watch on intently.

Adams: I hope we get a TLC Match, with those four men that would be awesome!

Simone: Any match with those four men would be awesome!

Eventually the wheel slows to a stop and the four competitors do double takes when they see the stipulation that it has stopped up.

Simone: A Triple Cage Match?

Adams: Good thing we're in an outdoor arena for this supercard!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The ring crew will need a few minutes to set it up but good luck too all of you.

The four men nod before going their separate ways to prepare for the match.

The cameras switch backstage where the Sin of Pride, "Sxxxy" Shane Boswell, is seen heading down the hall towards the Sins dressing room. He has a very serious look on his face and a small piece of paper in his hand as he walks. Just as he walks up to the dressing room, the door opens and Synn walks out. He immediately notices the expression on Shane's face and questions him.

Synn: What? What is it? Did you find Kittie?

Shane shakes his head. He grips the piece of paper in his hand and Synn looks down at it, tilting his head to the side curiously.

Shane: No, I didn't, but Synn…We have a big problem.

Synn: I suspect it has something to do with that piece of paper in your hand? What is that?

Shane brings his hand up, holding the piece of paper out to Synn.

Shane: I found this on Rage's rental car. It was placed under the wiper blade. When he reads this, he's gonna be livid.

Synn takes the piece of paper and looks it over. His eyes widen for a moment and he blinks, processing whatever is written on it. He lowers his hand and nods, thinking for a moment.

Shane: Well?

Synn: It seems as though we have a very serious problem, but unfortunately right now, we can NOT say a word of this to Rage, or Joshua. We'll let them know after the show ends.

Shane doesn't look like he completely agrees with that decision but he doesn't try to argue with Synn. Especially not when the door opens again and Rage walks out. Rage looks directly at Shane, noticing Kittie is not with him.

Rage: What the hell took you so long? Did you find anything?

Shane quickly shakes his head, lying as best as he can.

Shane: Sorry, bud. No sign of Kittie.

Rage curses under his breath again. He clenches both his fists, holding himself back from punching the wall and making a scene.

Rage: Great. Just fucking great. She knows I have this title match against Drake tonight and she decides to play a disappearing act!

Rage huffs and puffs then disappears back inside the dressing room. A loud frustrated growl is heard from inside the room, and Synn turns to Shane before they head back inside.

Synn: Trust me. That reaction is better than if he knew what really happened. We'll take care of this soon.

Knowing Synn, Shane has full faith in what he is saying is true. He nods and walks back inside the dressing room behind Synn to join the others.

The camera cuts to ringside where we now see the Triple Cage in all its glory, it's basically a Hell in a Cell Cage with a smaller cage on top of it and an even smaller cage on top of that one where the SCW Roulette Championship is suspended and assorted weapons in the smaller cages.

Adams: So let me get this straight, this is basically the love child of a Ladder Match and a Cage Match?!

Simone: Basically yes!

Justin: The following Roulette Rules Match is a Triple Cage Match and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!

The crowd cheers as the cameras pan out to show the structure.

Justin: Here are the rules, the Roulette Title is suspended in the third cage at the top of this structure and to win the match one wrestler must reach the top cage and claim the title before the others.

Adams: Let's hope none of the competitors are scared of heights!

Justin: Introducing the challengers!

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and there is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that is overpowering the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: From San Diego, California, weighing in at 217lbs, "The Ace of Clubs" Kris Halc!

Simone: Kris was the first one to qualify for this match so it's only fitting that he come out first!

Adams: Technically Equinox was the first to qualify by being the champ but otherwise yeah.

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black pants and a black shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and looks at the cage in front of him before he starts climbing the cage.

Simone: And it looks like he wants to be the first on the cage!

Adams: Not if the others have anything to say about it!

Ryan Kidd, Gabriel Asar and Equinox sprint down to the ring in that order but by the time they reach the bottom of the ramp Kris is already halfway up, realizing that they are about to climb up after him Kris lets go of the cage and leaps from it hitting a moonsault onto the opponents as Jasmine quickly calls for the bell.

Simone: This match is starting earlier than anyone anticipated!

Adams: Is anyone going to let Justin out of the cage? Jasmine is busy trying to break up the fight!

Justin is finally let out of the cage by Jasmine as she rushes over to try to break up the brawls that are spilling out near the dive area, Ryan and Gabriel are trading blows near the security barrier whilst Equinox uses the distraction to climb the cage, by the time he reaches the top of the first cage however Kris is up and is climbing the cage himself whilst Ryan and Gabriel have brawled their way into the cage.

Simone: Equinox and Kris have made it up the first cage but they have the second and third cages to climb and get into before they can grab the title but it's also a long way down and I wouldn't want to fall off either of those cages!

Adams: There's also a second more direct path that Ryan and Gabriel can take, all three cages have an opening in their roofs and if they can grab a ladder they can get up there!

As soon as Kris is atop the first cage Equinox is on him kicking and punching away at his challenger whilst Ryan, who has downed Gabriel with a Superkick for the moment, grabs a ladder and sets it up intending to climb it, he makes it through the opening in the first cage roof but Gabriel is fast on his heels forcing Ryan to try to find a quick way to the second opening.

Simone: There's no way Ryan can reach through the opening and tilt the ladder over, the gap's just big enough for a full grown man to leap through but the ladder's too short for him to reach.

Adams: On top of that he has to worry about Equinox and Kris.

Whilst Gabriel joins Ryan in the second cage Kris has started to fight back against Equinox whilst trying his best not to fall off the cage. Equinox stuns Kris with a side kick before using the second cage wall as a springboard for a hurricanruna, however Kris catches him and proceeds to, literally, Powerbomb him through the second cage wall.

Simone: That hurricanruna attempt could've cost Equinox the match and the title.

Adams: Kris still has to deal with Ryan and Gabriel and Ryan's taken notice of him.

Ryan tries to start a new brawl with Kris but Gabriel spins him around stopping him in his tracks, this gives Kris the chance he needs to scale the second cage which has an opening to the third and final cage directly above it but whilst that's going on a wild right hand by Gabriel knocks Ryan back a few feet almost sending him off the cage.

Simone: That could've ended badly for Ryan.

Adams: No kidding! A fall from that height could end his career or worse!

Ryan breathes a sigh of relief as he realizes that he was able to stop himself from going off the cage wall and turns around……to see Gabriel charging at him for a spear.

Simone: Does Gabriel even realize that there will be literally nothing stopping them from going over the edge if this hits?!

Adams: I can't watch!

Ryan: Gabriel! Stop! Seriously, stop!

Ryan's pleads fall on deaf ears however as the spear connects sending both men off the cage and to the ground below, the crowd goes crazy for the breathtaking stunt whilst Jasmine, quickly realizing that both men are out for about a hundred three counts, calls for the medics to tend to both Gabriel and Ryan, pretty much the only one not concerned about this is Kris who thinks that he has the title won.

Simone: If Equinox stays down we could have a new champion!

Adams: This IS Equinox we're talking about! He's been unstoppable since he won the Roulette Title from Kain!

Sure enough as soon as Kris turns around he sees Equinox climbing through the opening in the second roof and jumps on the attack trying to stop him in his tracks. However Equinox has grabbed a steel chair on the way up and he whacks Kris over the head with it before picking him back up and hitting the Wayward Dissolution.

Simone: There's Equinox's finisher!

Adams: There's literally no one to stop him from claiming the title now!

Equinox quickly climbs into the third cage and grabs the belt prompting Jasmine to call for the bell.

Justin: Here's your winner and STILL SCW Roulette Champion, Equinox!

Simone: And Equinox's title reign continues!

Adams: At this rate he'll have to defend it in a battle royal for him to lose it!

Equinox celebrates atop the cage whilst EMTS tend to Gabriel and Ryan.

The cameras cut back to the locker room area as Blanca and Zuri are standing there with their brother Rory. Zuri shaking her head while watching Mercedes's promo from earlier in the week. Rory and Blanca are trying to calm her down but to no avail.

Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, do you love running that mouth of yours? it is so fucking clear that you are scared of me. You are so happy about not facing me but this little bump on my head will go away and then you will have to stop hiding from me. I know you and those bitches are going to be trying to protect your ass. So if you bring back up then I have my brother and sister to take care of them.

Blanca pulls Zuri to the side as Rory steps into view.

Rory Justice: Whores all over the world are scratching their fucking heads wondering why you sluts have a damn job in the wrestling world. The Mean Girls have no idea the amount of hatred that is heaping down on them. It will soon cause you ask yourselves the question. Can I really keep this shit up?

Rory steps back to the side as Blanca finally appears in the shot.

Blanca: Mercedes, you must love running that god damn mouth of yours. Do you expect me to believe that you care about my sister? You keep saying that we aren't worth your time but you keep bringing our names into the conversation. Which tells me that you want to give us time but that is going to change. I heard you request a match with just me and I accept. That is if the brass will sign off on it. I will say this if you want to get shut the fuck down then bring it on. I have no fucking problem ripping your fucking hair out. Just like my sister said, if you want to bring people then we will have people. Just know that no one crosses Lady Justice.

The cameras begin to fade as the Justice siblings walk out of the shot.

The camera returns to the ringside area where Justin Decent stands alone inside of the traditional six-sided ring with his microphone in hand and Jasmine St. John waiting in the far corner. Justin has hold of a Violent Conduct II flyer and is using it to fan himself, cooling off from the intense Arizona heat. He brings the microphone up.

Justin: Is it hot in here or is it just me?

The crowd, particularly the female population (and a few of the men too, we bet!) cheers as the handsome ring announcer gifts them with a pearly white smile.

Justin: I knew the heat was intense here in Arizona, but I had no idea just how hot things got around here so I hope you all don't mind if I make myself a little more comfortable?

Justin passes his microphone to Jasmine -- actually, he tucks it down into the top of her referee shirt and cleavage, much to the amusement of the fans and she just rolls her eyes. Justin then steps back into the center of the ring and tucks his thumbs into the waist of his black, lycra pants and he starts to slowly lowers them down, while at the same time, slowly -- PAINFULLY -- he bends over at the waist while doing so, revealing a neon pink thong! Whistles, cheers and catcalls fill the Desert Sun Stadium!

Adams: Oh yeah! We have absolutely NO idea how he got Christian Underwood to hire him!

A quick shot from the cameras backstage show the monitor airing this, and Angelica and Delia trying to revive Holly Wood who has seemingly passed out on the floor!

Back at ringside, Justin finishes lowering his shiny black pants down around his ankles and gives his bare, thong covered backside a little wiggle. He then stands upright and kicks off his pants, sending them to the outside while Jasmine has taken his flyer from him and is fanning herself in the corner!

Adams: You thinking she likes what she sees?

Simone: I know I am!

Justin smiles at the positive vibes he is getting from the crowd and he walks over to tee corner where Jasmine is standing and he grabs hold of the ropes on both sides of the corner, pinning her in and pressing himself up against her lean but powerful frame. He starts doing a little hip swivel against her and Jasmine promptly reaches into her top, fishes out a twenty, and reaches around the amorous announcer and tucks the cash into the back of his thong, eliciting more cheers and whistles from the crowd!

Justin then steps back and winks at thee camera while Jasmine, eyes wide, fans herself and they ready to continue with the show.

Adams: Is he going to stay like that for the rest of the show?

Simone: If there's a God in heaven he is!

Justin: The following contest is a bombshell match. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia...

The sounds of Cheryl Cole's "Sexy Den A Mutha" has made its presence felt over the public announce system. The Buxom beauty has made her way from behind the curtain, She places her hands on her hips as she nods her head in approval to the fans that are cheering for her, Trishelle begins her walk down the ramp.

Justin: Weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, please welcome Trishelle Jordan!

At the sound of her name Trishelle throws her hand in the air and shows her teach in a very confident smile, she puts her arms back down to her hips as she does the smile on her face. Trishelle continues to walk down the ramp.

Trishelle continues her walk down the ramp as she does the fans continue to praise her with their cheers , as "Sexy Den A Mutha" continues to play, she finally makes her way down to ringside. She walks about half way to the ring before making a cut towards the stairs, Trishelle walks over to the stairs and drops her hands from her hips, as she makes her way up the ring stairs, getting to the third she puts her hands on the turnbuckle post as she makes her way up to the ring apron. At the ring apron Trishelle places her left hand on the top rope, she walks towards the center of the apron as she does she removes her hand and enters the ring under the middle rope as she does. She walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rung of the turnbuckle, she throws her hands into the air with confidence she nods her head as the fans continue to cheer she jumps down when the sounds of "Sexy Den A Mutha" fades out.

Justin: And her opponent...

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere.

Justin: From Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds, she is Roxi Johnson!

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.

Trishelle and Roxi stand in the middle of the ring before the referee has the match get underway the two very popular females exchange a hand shake out of respect. The fans cheer in appreciation as the bell sounds.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Hey that was my job!

Simone: What has gotten into you tonight?

Adams: Scott made me some brownies… but it can't be them.

Trishelle and Roxi circle each other in the middle of the six sided ring before coming together is a lock up. Roxi fires out with her speed and catches Trishelle in a side headlock. Trishelle doesn't back down though as she instantly grabs the Superhero's arm and twists it freeing herself from the hold. Trishelle backs away from Roxi and the two females share a smile.

Simone: It's great to see such sportsWOMANship here tonight.

Adams: I think Roxi and Trishelle are excited to be facing each other and are thanking god that they aren't involved in the drama that is taking over the women's division.

The two females come together in the middle of the ring once more, this time Trishelle gets the upper hand by pushing Roxi away. As Roxi staggers back the hero slingshots herself back towards Trishelle but Trishelle catches her with a DDT. Trishelle rolls back up to her feet and comes rushing towards Roxi who has sprung back up to her feet as well. Trishelle is able to take Roxi down with a flying clothesline. As Roxi's body slaps against the hard unforgiving canvas Trishelle bends down and scoops her up, picking up the superhero Trishelle swings her around for a sidewalk slam. As they both hit the canvas. Trishelle hooks the leg going for a pin fall.

1…

2…

Roxi powers out of the pin fall and the two bombshells spring back up to their feet

Simone: Trishelle is going to have to try harder than that to keep Roxi down.

Adams: I think Trishelle was hoping she could surprise Roxi and get the victory.

Roxi quickly circles Trishelle keeping her wits about her as she keeps a safe distance between them. Carefully watching every move that Trishelle makes Roxi is able to capture Trishelle as she charges towards her with ahead full of steam. Trishelle was looking for a spear but Roxi was able to turn it into a swinging neck-breaker.

Simone: Roxi is so quick on her feet, Trishelle needs to look out.

Roxi bends down and scoops up Trishelle this time the Superhero raises her competition above her head for a fireman's carry slam. While Trishelle is laid out Roxi runs towards the ropes and uses them as a springboard, she comes flying back in with a spectacular springboard moon-sault. Roxi hooks the leg looking for the win.

1…

2…

Negative! Trishelle manages to kick out. Roxi doesn't complain she just gets back up and is straight back on the attack. Lifting Trishelle up to her feet the superhero plants her back to the canvas with a snap suplex. Instead of going for the pin fall Roxi picks up Trishelle and whips her across the ring. On the rebound Roxi catches her head and drives her down with a running bulldog. Once again the hero goes for the victory.

1…

2…

Adams: That two near pins for Roxi.

Simone: I like how she doesn't sulk about it she just gets back up and gets on with the job at hand.

Adams: If I didn't know any better Belinda, I'd say you have a lady crush on Roxi.

Simone: So what if I do?

Roxi is back to her feet and so is Trishelle, Roxi once again whips Trishelle across the ring and on her competitor's return she looks for a missile drop kick. Trishelle has her number though and is able to catch Roxi's legs in mid-air and flings her to the canvas. Trishelle over powers Roxi and locks her in for a painful sharpshooter.

Adams: Did you just see that Belinda??

Simone: I did!!

Adams: Trishelle just caught Roxi in MID-AIR!!!

Simone: I know Jason I saw it!!!

Adams: MID-AIR I TELLS YOU!!!

Trishelle arches back on Roxi's legs increasing the pain level and drags her to the center of the ring.

Adams: MID-AIR!!!!

Roxi is screaming in pain and Trishelle rocks it back increasing her depth in the hold. Roxi reaches out for the bottom rope but she is miles away. The resident Superhero is desperately looking for a way out her but Trishelle just drags her back to the middle of the ring. The referee asks Roxi if she wants to tap out but Roxi shakes her head screaming no.

Simone: Come on Roxi!

Adams: Told you it's a lady crush!!!

Roxi once again tries to make her way to the ropes and this time she is successful, Trishelle continues the hold for three seconds before dropping Roxi's legs to the canvas. Trishelle is quick to get back on the attack, grabbing Roxi by the legs, she swings her up before slamming her belly first onto the canvas. Roxi continues to hold onto the bottom rope while Trishelle tries to pull her off them.

Simone: Smart move by Roxi, Trishelle will be looking for a pin fall, but she can't get that while Roxi is still holding onto the ropes.

Adams: That's why she's a smart superhero, not a dumb one.

Trishelle continues to pull on Roxi's leg which causes Roxi to kick at Trishelle knocking her away from her. Trishelle stumbles backwards and Roxi leaps to her feet. The two bombshells start to run toward each other, both going for a flying clothesline, both connecting, both crashing to the hard canvas. The referee is forced to start a ten count as both bombshells are down.

1…

2…

3…

Trishelle starts to stagger to her feet.

4…

5…

Trishelle breaks the 10 count as she gets up to her feet, she makes her way over towards Roxi and looks for a swift kick but Roxi was playing possum and catches Trishelle's legs and rolls her up for a school girl pin.

1…

2…

NO! Trishelle is able to power out but that doesn't stop Roxi from flying up to her feet.

Adams: Roxi is showing off her super speed here.

Roxi runs at Trishelle and takes her down with a swinging neck-breaker, picking her up the superhero goes for gold with a massive running bull dog, before perfectly landing a standing moon-sault.

Simone: Trishelle needs to stop Roxi's speed here if she wants to walk out with a win.

Adams: Roxi has Trishelle in her sights.

Simone: Trishelle needs to think of something, fast.

Roxi is up and waiting for Trishelle to make it to her feet. Trishelle gets up slowly but Roxi assist her grabbing onto her hand, pulling her competitor towards her. Roxi captures Trishelle with a belly to belly suplex. Roxi rolls over and makes the pin fall.

1…

2…

NO!! Somehow Trishelle kicks out driving the Sin City Wrestling fans wild. Both Trishelle and Roxi bounce up to their feet, they both come rushing towards each other but it's Trishelle who capitalizes with a sit out jaw breaker. Trishelle crawls over and puts a head over Roxi's chest goes for the win.

1…

2…

NO! Roxi gets the shoulder up. Trishelle gets up and drags the red headed hero to her feet. Trishelle whips Roxi across the ring and looks for a power spear but Roxi counters with a drop kick, bringing Trishelle down to her knees. Roxi backs up and levels Trishelle out with a massive chick kick to the side of her face. Trishelle collapses to the canvas face first. Instead of going for the cover, Roxi powers back up and runs towards the ropes coming back in with a massive Lion-sault.

Simone: Reality Bites!!!!!

Adams: Roxi just needs to go for the pin here, she's got this.

Roxi gets up and looks down that Trishelle and decided against going for the pin, in fact she waits for Trishelle to make some movement before swooping in and putting her in the painful triangle choke.

Adams: Justice Lock.

Simone: Trishelle is in the middle of the ring she's got nowhere to go.

The referee is watching intently as Trishelle is forced to tap out.

Tap, tap, tap!!!

Ding, ding, ding.

Roxi lets go of Trishelle immediately as her name gets called out as the winner.

Justin: Here is your winner, Roxiiiiii Johnsonnnnn!!!

Simone: Trishelle put up a brave fight tonight but Roxi was too much to deal with.

Backstage of the Desert Sun Stadium, there is a shot by the makeup artist's table where seated in front of the mirror, lounging back in relaxation while the makeup artist checked him over was ... Angel? Despayre leaned in, hands on his, inspecting his best pal with a smile as Delia stepped up, eyeing the teddy bear in her own regard.

Despayre: Boy! That outfit you designed is just perfect!

Delia: Oui. Eet es, eesn't eet? Eet turned out so magnifique.

Despayre nods.

Despayre: Yeah! It looks great too!

Despayre turns to Angel in the chair and tweaks the teddy bar's nose.

Despayre: What do you say, you little show off? Ha ha! Ready to go show the world your Delia Darling original? Your big fashion debut?

Delia smiles smugly, as only she can.

Delia: O' course he ees!

A small runway stage is immediately in center shot of the camera's front angle. Lights from both sides of the rampway illuminate the stage to heighten maximum effect as photographers converge with cameras in hand and they crowd to the front as put onto the stage emerges Despayre holding Angel in his arms, but the main camera, as well as the fashion photographers, are for Angel only.

The teddy bear is clad in an avant garde outfit; black shades over his eyes and a black headband around his scalp with 'Delia' inscribed on the forefront. Draped over the teddy bear's shoulders is a black cloak of silken finery and ruffles lining the trim sides. Angel also is wearing a gray shirt, cascading with silken folds like a Greek style gown, and loose, black pants and buckled boots.

The snapshots intensify as Despayre assists Angel in his 'model walk', strutting down to the front of the catwalk where Angel is posed for further pictures from the premier fashion photographers of thee modeling world, while at the mouth of the stage stands fashion guru, Heidi Klum, with a smile on her face and she politely applauds.

Despayre arrives back where Ms. Klum stands and he allows Angel to do one more spin and pose before he speaks into Heidi's microphone.

Despayre: A Delia Darling original! Please don't be jealous. Angel's just special that way!

And Right Said Fred's "I'm Too Sexy" kicks up once again as Despayre escorts Angel back behind the curtains to flashes from cameras and applause from the fashion enthusiasts in the crowd. A moment later, Angel's head and arm pops back through the curtain's opening and his arm waves, beckoning for more cheers and the people in attendance are only too happy to oblige.

Between matches at ringside, the camera catches Justin Decent, in his 'barely there' hot pink thong, accepting tips being tucked into his thong.

Adams: Boy what some men won't go through in order to earn a buck! Huh, Belinda? ... Belinda?

Back by the stage where for the moment they are keeping tabs on the show, Christian jogs up to 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward and Erik Staggs.

Christian: Quick! Give me some cash!

Erik: You had fifty in singles when we got to the stadium!

Christian smiles and holds up a hot pink thong.

Christian: What can I say? I always did like a man in uniform!

Mark looks at Erik and the two men shake their heads in mock disbelief.

Justin: The following contest is for one fall and is for the SCW Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the challengers...

A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen. Making their way to the ring, Being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535 lbs. "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger. They are Rebels on a Rampage, R.O.A.R.!!!!!

Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah's camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as they wait on their opponents

Justin: And their opponents...

"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"

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and sixty three pounds, they are the current SCW Tag Team Champions, they are Despayre and Big B.... THE BOSOM BUDDIES!

"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"

Drew Patton calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Big B and Dark Tiger instantly stand face to face.

Adams: Now that's a stare down I don't wanna get in the middle of!

Despayre and Jeremiah both leave the ring and Dark Tiger pulls his fist back and nails Big B in the head with a hard shot! Big B rocks backwards and swing a muscled arm towards Dark Tiger, connecting with a fist of his own. Dark Tiger shakes his head, looking back at Big B.

Adams: I saw a scene like this in Police Academy six, when Hightower was fighting with the big scary bald dude!

The two giants lock up and Dark Tiger pushes Big B backwards, pushing him across the ring.

Simone: Damn, I don't think anyone has manhandled Big B before.

Big B comes back off the ropes and catches Dark Tiger with an elbow to the head, knocking Dark Tiger backwards, sending him stumbling against the ropes. Despayre cheers his partner on from the outside and B charges at Dark Tiger as he steps off the ropes, but Dark Tiger puts up a leg and catches B with a big boot to the jaw. B rolls over holding his face and Dark Tiger stops on B's back, before lifting the well built man to his feet. Dark Tiger pulls back a fist and catches Big B with a huge uppercut to the jaw, sending him flying backwards and to the canvas. B sits up but Dark Tiger stays on the attack, planting a huge boot to B's chest, knocking him flat on his back.

Simone: This is new territory for Big B, he's used to being the biggest guy in the match.

Dark Tiger picks Big B to his feet and reaches down and tries to lift him in a military press slam.

Adams: No freakin' way!

Dark Tiger lifts B off his feet, but a combination of B's weight and hard clubbing blows to the back of Tiger's back, forces Dark Tiger to drop B to the ground. B lands on his feet and chaps his hands around Tiger's head, with a bell clap, rocking the bigger man.

Adams: Hehe, not many people have to write bigger man against Big B when they're writing a match....

Simone: Eh?

Adams: Erm, I mean what a bell clap from Big B!

As Tiger stumbles away, Big B drilling him with a heavy right hand, sending the seven foot plus giant to the canvas. Big B jumps in the air and lands a big splash on Tiger. Big B hooks Dark Tigers leg and Drew Patton drops down to make the count

Simone: B nearly took the win there.

Big B picks up Tiger up and whips him in to his corner and charges in towards him, jumping up with an avalanche and squashing Dark Tiger in the corner. Tiger stumbles out and hits the canvas. Big B tags in Despayre to a cheer from the crowd. Despayre hold one side of the rope and B holds the other side. B pushes the rope towards Despayre and viciously pulls backwards, slingshotting Despayre over the ropes and sending him crashing with a front flip legdrop across Tiger's back.

Adams: Well that was something we haven't seen before.

Despayre waits for Dark Tiger to get his feet and spits in his palms and puts up his dukes. Dark Tiger looks down at Despayre, but Despayre stomps on the big man's foot, kicks him in the shin, and headbutts him between the eyes. As the big man staggers around, Despy jumps on his back and goes to town with heavy and hard shots, the blows knocking Dark Tiger to the canvas.

Adams: Erm, Synn, is Despayre off his meds again?

Despayre gets to his feet and stands on Dark Tiger's wide back, and jumps up with a double foot stomp on his back. Despayre gets up and quickly charges to the ropes before returning and jumping in the air with a huge flying elbow drop.

Simone: Despayre doing everything he can to keep the big man grounded.

Dark Tiger gets back to his knees and Despayre slides in with a baseball slide dropkick to Dark Tiger's head. Tiger shakes it off and gets to his feet and Despayre charges to him. He jumps in the air with a high leg clothesline, but Dark Tiger catches him and spins him in to a black hole slam!

Adams: He almost drilled Despy through the canvas! That woulda cost a lot to repair.

Dark Tiger covers Despayre, hooking up his leg and Drew Patton drops down for the count.

Adams: I think Dark Tiger thought he had this.

Dark Tiger pulls Despayre to his feet and lifts him in the air and drops him face first with a flapjack. Dark Tiger grabs Despayre by the throat and lifts him in the air and chokes the smaller man, but Despayre grabs his head and chomps down on his nose

Adams: Nose job for Dark Tiger!

Dark Tiger drops Despayre, and Despayre moves at speed towards him, but the big man reaches down, lifting Despayre in a military press slam and drops him face first from ten feet in the air! Dark Tiger moves over to his corner and tag in Jeremiah.

Adams: From the not so light tiger, to the not so small tiger.

Jeremiah lifts Despayre to his feet and wraps up his arm in an arm wrench and nails Despayre with a short arm clothesline, the impact sending Despayre flipping in the air.

Simone: What a clothesline!

Adams: Despayre almost got decapitated.

Jeremiah picks Despayre back to his feet and moves in behind him and drops him down to the canvas with a huge reverse DDT, Despayre's head crashing off the canvas. Despayre shakes his head, a dazed look in his eyes as Jeremiah pulls Despayre to his feet and jabbing him in the jaw. Sending Despayre rocking backwards and towards the ropes. Jeremiah charges at Despayre, trying to drive a shoulder in to Despayre's gut, but Despayre leapfrogs Jeremiah, leaving Jeremiah hanging on the middle rope, and Despayre landing on his back with a stomp and using him as a trampoline to jump behind him in to the ring. Jeremiah scrambles to his feet and Despayre runs at him, trying a high cross body, but Jeremiah catches him. Jeremiah steps forward and throws Despayre over his shoulder with a fallaway slam.

Adams: Despayre needs to find some of that heart that made him a champion.

Despayre gets to his feet and Jeremiah attempts a clothesline but Despayre ducks and lifts up a leg, and Jeremiah catches it, but Despayre quickly spins his leg up and catches Jeremiah on the side of his head with his other leg.

Simone: Enziguri!

Adams: Despayre's listened to me and found his heart. I am a motivation genius.

Jeremiah stumbles and lands across the middle rope. Despayre gets back to his feet and charges at Jeremiah, jumping on his back and jumping over the top of him, using him as a springboard to jump over the ropes and landing a leg across his head and catching his neck on the rope. He quickly pulls himself back on the ring apron and jumps over the top rope, diving over with a sunset flip. He pins Jeremiah's shoulders to the ground and Drew drops down to make the count.

Adams: Give it up for the hardest working man in that ring.

Simone: How could you tell if Despayre or Jeremiah was working harder than the other?

Adams: I was talking about Drew Patton. Just as he got up, he had to jump down again.

Both Jeremiah and Despayre get to their feet, but Despayre quickly stomps on Jeremiah's foot and Jeremiah hops around. As he turns his back to Despayre, Despayre jumps in the air and wraps his arm around Jeremiah's neck and jumps in the air, connecting with a zig zag. Despayre crawls on his knees towards Big B and springs to his feet, tagging his partner in to the match.

Simone: A fresh Big B in the match now.

Big B charges in, taking Jeremiah down with a huge clothesline, Jeremiah sits back up and scrambles to his feet, but B catches him with a second clothesline. Once again, Jeremiah gets back to his feet but B sweeps him off his feet and drops him with a sidewalk slam, drilling Jeremiah in to the canvas. Big B gets back to his feet and drops and elbow on to Jeremiah's chest. Jeremiah rolls over and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Big B moves towards his opponent and grabs him by the chest. He back Jeremiah in to the corner and lifts a hand, pulling it down with force and speed, slamming it across Jeremiah's chest. He pulls his hand back again and smashes down on Jeremiah again. Jeremiah stumbles out of the corner, but turns around as B tries to plant a big boot to his face, but Jeremiah ducks and grabs hold of Big B's head and drops him down with a neckbreaker!

Adams: B's been planted.

Jeremiah falls back against the ropes as Big B gets to his feet. B holds the back of his head but Jeremiah charges at him, catching him with a running STO and driving Big B in to the floor. Jeremiah moves to the corner, pulling himself towards the top rope.

Simone: This is unfamiliar ground for Jeremiah.

Jeremiah waits on the top rope. As Big B gets to his feet and turns around, Jeremiah leaps off the top rope and connects with a flying tackle! Jeremiah moves towards Dark Tiger, reaching out his hand and tagging his uncle in to the ring. Dark Tiger enters the ring and both men pull Big B to his feet. They hook Big B up and lift him over with a double suplex, dropping B to the canvas, causing a huge thump!

Adams: Wow!

Simone: It took two men to take Big B over.

Big B rolls over and Jeremiah leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pulls Big B to his feet and whips him towards his own corner, but B puts up his fist and nails Jeremiah with a superman punch, knocking him flying from the ring apron and in to the barricades. He turns around, charging towards Dark Tiger and jump in the air, nailing him too with superman punch! Dark Tiger stands his ground blinding before falling backwards like a cut down tree!

Adams: That could have been the biggest punch in the history of SCW!

Big B keeps on running and tags in Despayre! Despayre stands clapping on the apron, as Big B pulls Dark Tiger towards the center of the ring . Despayre climbs the ropes and Big B moves towards him. He grabs Despayre and launches him off the ropes, sending him crashing down on Dark Tiger with a frog splash!

Simone: The Buddy System!

Despayre waves to Big B and both men cover Dark Tiger.

Simone: What the...?

Adams: He's a big dude!

Drew Patton drops down to make the count!

Justin: The winners of the match.... AND STILL SCW Tag Team Champions.... THE BOSOM BUDDIES!

Simone: What a match, R.O.A.R pushed The Bosom Buddies to the limit here.

Jeremiah moves back in to the ring dazed and helps his uncle to his feet as Despayre rides around the ring on Big B's back. Drew hands the tag titles to Despayre and Big B. Big B turns and runs in to Dark Tiger, who stands his ground. Despayre moves off of Big B's back and to his side.

Adams: What's all this about?

Jeremiah and Dark Tiger put their hands out in front of Despayre and Big B and the tag team champions shake hands with them.

Simone: Jeremiah and Dark Tiger are known to be two of the most respectful people in the SCW locker room.

Adams: Their time will come as champions, but it's great to see an act of sportsmanship in SCW.

The camera cuts to the backstage are where Gabriel is seen standing next to Pussy Willow.

PW: I'm joined here right now by Gabriel.

Pussy turns to Gabriel.

PW: In just a few minutes, you will be in the ring with Christian Underwood. How are you feeling?

Gabriel looks at Pussy Willow, his eyes narrowed, causing the reporter to take half a step back away from him.

Gabriel: Of all the questions in the world you could have asked me, you ask me how I'm feeling? Why the hell do they pay you? Can't be because you ask such riveting questions. Tell ya what, why don't you go find someone at your level to interview, someone who opens shows or something.

Gabriel shoos Pussy away and looks in to the camera.

Gabriel: Tonight is gonna be one you will not forget, because tonight, you all get to see Christian Underwood back in action. That's not the reason you will not forget this night. The reason you won't forget this night is because this is the night you see Christian Underwood for what he really is. You will see that he is no longer that talented wrestler he once claimed to be, but he is a fraud, that he is nothing more than a paper pushing desk jockey.

Gabriel looks deep in to the camera.

Gabriel: I will put Christian Underwood in to permanent retirement tonight, so I suggest you all enjoy Christian's last ride. Enjoy your final few minutes in the sun Christian, there won't be anymore. May Go have mercy on your soul...

Gabriel lifts his hood over his eyes

Gabriel: Cause I won't.

Gabriel walks away from the camera as the scene cuts back to ringside.

Justin: The following contest is a grudge match. Introducing first, being accompanied by Odette Stevens...

The crowd instantly boo at the sound of Odette's name. "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 Stevens 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: From London, England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is 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 and Odette stands inside, waiting for the opponent's introduction.

Justin: And his opponent...

EMF's "Unbelievable" suddenly blares across the stadium's sound system and the crowd ignites, standing on their feet and cheering while all eyes turn to the stage atop the entrance aisle!

"You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you"

Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with louder cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd as he pumps his fist and moves his body to the beat of the music!

"The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable"

Justin: From San Francisco, California, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is the co-owner of SCW, he is Christian Underwood!

Clad in his fresh wrestling outfit of black, latex 'booty shorts' laced up the sides and knee high matching boots, Christian stares ahead at the ring before he starts down towards the ring, slapping hands along the way! Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance and slaps more hands the entire way around the ringside area.

"Seemingly lastless, don't mean
You can ask us
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out the clues
To want the world and everything your asked to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
I know this world ain't what it seems
(What the fuck was that?)
(It's unbelievable)"

He smiles briefly before he then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before he turns his back and moves his backside to the music. He then turns his back around against the ring and uses the top rope and flip back into the ring, landing on his feet. Christian then turns around to face his opponent, his face suddenly one of being 'all business'.

Simone: Tonight's match up between Gabriel, and Christian Underwood is fueled by buckets of bad blood. Jasmine St. John will have her hands full here tonight. Speaking of Jasmine St. John, she's called for this match to begin.

The bell rings, and Christian wastes no time in taking Gabriel down to the mat. Christian slams Gabriel's skull repeatedly into the canvas.

Adams: That would be the definition of the understatement of the year here in Sin City Wrestling.

Jasmine St. John starts her five count as Christian continues to slam Gabriel over and over. Christian climbs off at the count of four, allowing Gabriel to roll out of the ring to the outside to regroup with his wife, Mrs. Odette Stevens.

Simone: That's right. The Stevens have been a thorn in the side of Christian Underwood. They went so far as to attempt to blind Mr. Christian Underwood with Mrs. Stevens' perfume. Thankfully, they were unsuccessful in doing any permanent damage to Christian's eyesight.

Gabriel, and Odette Stevens strategize on the outside of the ring. Christian, the veteran he is heads over, and reaches over to the top rope. He snatches the locks of Gabriel in his fingers, and lifts up to the ring apron by the hair. Gabriel reacts instinctively, reaching up and dropping Christian throat first across the top rope. Christian's head snaps back, sending him crashing to the mat. Gabriel gives his wife a deep kiss to the displeasure of the fans, before sliding slowly back into the ring.

Adams: They might not have done any permanent damage to his eyesight, but they are definitely inside the head of Christian Underwood. I don't think we'll see many Japanese arm drags in this match tonight!

Gabriel stalks Christian who is momentarily stunned. Gabriel slips behind Christian just as Christian gets to a knee. He pops Underwood on the back of the head with a textbook dropkick. Christian's face bounces off the mat.

Simone: These two, well three genuinely don't like each other. Mrs. Odette Stevens is without a shadow of a doubt going to be a key factor throughout this special attraction grudge match here tonight at Violent Conduct II.

Gabriel climbs up the turnbuckles with catlike precision, quickly making his way to the top rope. Gabriel takes a moment to taunt the fans, which ends up being his downfall. Gabriel leaps off the top...

Simone: Fall From Grace!

Christian telegraphs the infamous corkscrew moonsault of Gabriel. He gets his knees up at the last second, and Gabriel hits them with the full force of his body weight. Christian crawls on top of Gabriel for the first pin attempt of this contest. Jasmine St. John drops to make the count.

1...

2...

Odette snatches her husband's foot, and places it on the bottom rope. She yells, and smacks the mat to get the attention of Jasmine St. John who sees the foot of Gabriel, and stops her count. She pats Christian on the shoulder, and points to the foot. Christian pulls himself to his feet with the assistance of the ropes. He falls back first into the turnbuckles taking a moment to catch his breath. Odette coaches Gabriel to the opposite corner. He shakes off the effects of the knees, as Christian flies through the air suddenly crashing into Gabriel with a huge splash in the corner. Gabriel's legs give out from the force of the impact, and he slides back down to the mat.

Simone: Christian has turned this around, and is now in full control over the dastardly duo of SCW.

Christian darts to the far corner. He points to the prone body of Gabriel on the mat against the turnbuckles. The crowd erupts as they know what is coming. Christian rushes towards Gabriel.

Adams: Gabriel is in a world of trouble!

Odette doesn't think twice, and she scrambles into the ring. She throws herself in between Christian, and Gabriel. Christian puts the brakes on with the unexpected interference from Mrs. Stevens. Jasmine St. John orders Odette Stevens to the outside, and gives her a warning to not get involved again.

Simone: Once again, Odette Stevens makes her presence known, but this time right in front of Jasmine St. John not even hesitating. She's saved her man from the hands of defeat, you can't even deny that.

Adams: Not denying the power of love at all.

Christian heads over to Gabriel in the corner, but is caught by surprise when Gabriel clutches a handful of Christian's shorts, slamming him face first into the turnbuckle pad. Christian stumbles back a step. Odette screeches at the top of her lungs, absolutely beside herself from being commanded to the outside by Jasmine St. John. She hops up on the apron, causing Jasmine St. John to make her way over to admonish the wife of Gabriel. It becomes apparent instantly that this was all part of the grand scheme as Gabriel drills Christian with a direct shot to the family jewels. Christian crumbles to a knee, clutching a handful of Gabriel's leather pants. Gabriel lifts Christian up, flipping him upside down in his arms.

Gabriel: AVADA KEDAVRA!!!

Odette takes the opportunity to hop down off the apron, as Jasmine turns her attention back to the match. Odette quickly slides a steel chair into the ring. She hops up back on the opposite end of the apron, and yells at Jasmine St. John. It works, as Jasmine turns her attention back to Odette. Gabriel quickly plants Christian headfirst onto the steel chair. He shoves the chair out of the ring, as Odette yells at Jasmine St. John to pay attention to the match. Gabriel yells at Jasmine St. John as he stacks up the motionless Christian Underwood, and plays it up as a struggle to keep Christian's shoulders on the mat... obviously not the case.

Simone: Not like this!

Crowd: ONE!

Adams: The power couple of Sin City Wrestling do what they want, when they want.

Crowd: TWO!

Simone: There is NO reason why Odette had to get involved in this match between these two heated rivals!

Adams: Odette never touched Christian ONCE!

Crowd: THREE!

Simone: Gabriel, and Odette steal a victory against Christian Underwood.

Justin: Your winner of this match... GABRIEL!!!

Adams: I can't believe it. Gabriel has defeated the boss!

Simone: With the help of his wife and a steel chair.

Adams: Can someone check on the boss please?

Gabriel stands in the ring, Odette joining him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Gabriel looks down at Christian, motionless in the ring. A wide smile crosses his face as he watches Jasmine check on the SCW. He turns to leave the ring and leans on the middle rope, allowing Odette to step through the ropes. Gabriel steps off the ring apron and to the floor, joining his wife outside the ring as the crowd viciously boo.

The camera cuts to the backstage area, and in to an office. Hot Stuff Mark Ward looks in to the camera, to a mixture of cheers and boos from the live crowd. He takes a deep breath and starts to speak.

HS: Usually, I don't have to deal with this crap. Hell, half the time, I don't even have to give you lot the thrill of the night by being on camera.

A cocky smirk crosses the bosses face.

HS: But as you can see, Christian has been a little busy getting his arse kicked and Erik has been running around annoying The Mean Girls.... for God's sake Erik, just nail one of them and get it over with.

Hot Stuff shrugs his shoulders.

HS: So anyway, I've gotta do the announcement tonight. Every year, we hit a tour about this time of the year and this is no different because right after Violent Conduct II, we'll be hitting the road again. Where are we going?

Hot Stuff leans back in his chair.

HS: We're taking a good old American Road Trip. It's not just any old American Road Trip, because we are hitting Military bases in Missouri, Texas, Georgia, North and South Carolina, and New York.

Hot Stuff leans towards the camera and winks.

HS: Get ready America, the SCW Military Tour starts on September 28th. See you on the road.

The camera cuts back to the cheering fans.

Back at ringside, the ring crew is finishing up fastening Delia's trademark runway to the ring apron. Once they have it in place, one man gives a thumbs up gesture toward the back. The fans begin booing even before the music begins, but they are quickly cut off by the gruff male voice that erupts over the speakers.

*Just lay your head on daddy's lap, you're a bad girl
Bad girl, bad girl

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Paris, France, by way of Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 135 pounds… she represents the Mean Girls, she is… DEEEEEEEEEELLLLLIAAAA DARRRRRRRRRLLLIIIIIIINGGG!!!

The guitar picks up heavily as the drums pound. The crowd looks a little confused as a couple of random girls come out, clapping their hands over their heads as they march along to the music. Two more girls come out doing front flips, landing in the splits before sprawling out seductively across from each other on the runway. They are wearing black leather corsets, black pleated mini skirts, and thigh high stiletto heeled boots, with fishnets leading up their thighs. Their hair is black mostly, with blonde tracing up each side of their heads. The two in front walk about half way up the ramp before posing similarly to the second two.

Adams:Boner alert! Boner Alert!

Simone: JASON!

Adams:What? I'm betting there is some sort of malfunction during this entrance… yeah, that's what I meant, right?

Simone: Ugh, I don't even know…

The crowd is astonished at the purely risqué setting that only gets worse as two men dressed in leather chaps, sporting handlebar mustaches come walking out next. They are walking with a silver bar in their hands as they step to the edge of the runway. They set the bar up vertically, letting us know that it is a stripper pole. It isn't long before Delia comes out to the stage, wearing a black school girl outfit. Her hair is done up similar to the other girls. What is most shocking about her attire is the black studded choker around her neck with a leash around it. A man in his late thirties comes out behind her, carrying the leash. His hair is black also, with blonde going up the side, however, his is short and spiked. He looks like the definition of a leather daddy as he walks her to the pole. He points and shouts at her as she meekly wraps a fist around it. She twirls slowly, not knowing exactly what to do. He unhooks the leash and then Delia picks up speed. She swings around it, jumping up into the air, hugging onto it as she thrusts against it. The male audience members can't help but cheer and throw bills at her. Delia unhooks the skirt revealing a pair of panties that read "Bad Girl" in rhinestones across the backside. She waves the skirt above her head before sending it into the audience. She leans back and slowly slides down upside down. Once she falls down to the bottom, her chest is heaving. She unwraps her legs from around the pole as she leans up, shedding her jacket to reveal a white shirt. She leans back against the pole on her knees as the "daddy" comes up behind her and rips the shirt off, throwing it over her face. He jerks on the choker and then hooks the leash back on her as he gives her a firm kick to the backside.

Simone: This is… I think "risqué" is putting it lightly. I think even Amy Marshall would blush at this public display.

Adams:Or she would try to sign her for her next film…

Delia lowers her head, allowing the shirt to fall off as she crawls down the runway slowly. Her small top clings tightly to her chest as she shows off a lot more than we are used to seeing. Delia makes it past the second group of girls as they help her stand up. They run their hands all over her body in the most seductive manner possible before sending Delia toward the ring. Delia grabs onto the ropes as she grinds her hips back and forth to the music before turning around. The daddy unhooks the leash once more. She leans back on the ropes, showing off every aspect possible before rolling backward into the ring. She saunters around the ring, showing it off as she reels in the boos, and amazing amount of cheers, though she has an almost sad expression on her face as she does so. She looks around before flipping the crowd off, spitting toward them in a sign of disrespect to turn it to pure boos once more. The back up people walk up the ramp before the ring crew quickly unhinge the runway. Delia continues to mess with the fans until the ramp is clear, and the music dies down. She leans against the ropes, staring at the entranceway with intensity written all over her face.

Justin: And her opponent…

The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising her title high in the air and waving to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring.

Justin: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…she is the reigning…and defending Bombshell Champion…Vixen Staggs!

Simone: Vixen has been on quite the roll lately. Since beating the longest reigning Bombshell Champion Gothika she has been nearly unstoppable, headlining Blaze of Glory 3 and unifying the Bombshell and Roulette titles, if only temporarily, to become the companies only ever double champion.

Adams: And she's looked incredibly sexy doing it! Spike must be proud.

Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more and holds her title high before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade. She hands the belt over to referee Jacob Summers who holds it high for all to see before handing it over to Justin Decent at ringside.

Adams: Whoa! Did you see that!?

Before Jacob Summers can call for the bell, Vixen rushes in and jumps up, landing an aggressive Thesz Press on Delia, slamming fists into her face. Jacob runs in and tries to separate the two but has no luck. Delia rolls over Vixen and takes control as a frustrated Summers calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Delia grabs the Champion by the back of the hair slams her face into the mat repeatedly. She flips her over and then mounts her and drops a series of right hands that look devastating. She gets up and skips around the mat about to a chorus of boos before attempting the first pinfall of the evening. Summers drops for the count.

One!

Vixen kicks out almost immediately.

Adams: What an impressive kickout by the Champion.

Delia continues her assault by grabbing Vixen by her hair and slamming her with her fist a few more times. She drops her back down to the mat and then swiftly kicks her in the face. She grabs her again by the back of the hair and starts drag her over to the corner. She throws Vixen down against the bottom turnbuckle and then fastens her foot in Vixen Staggs' face. Summers starts his count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Delia releases the foot from the back of Vixen's head before Jacob gets to five. Summers gives Delia a warning but she innocently blows him a kiss. She backs him up a few feet before turning her attention back toward the Bombshell Champion. Again, she grabs Vixen by the hair and goes to pull her up only this time she is met with a fist in the gut.

Simone: Vixen showing some signs of life here.

She lands another punch to the stomach of the challenger and then another, backing up the Mean Girl. Seeing an opening, a Vixen fires forward and lands a stiff clothesline, sending Delia down to the mat. She waits perched and ready to strike and when Darling gets back to her feet, the Champion lands another clothesline sending her right back down to the canvas. As Delia goes to get back up again, Vixen bounces off of the ropes and nails a dropkick right on the face of the challenger. Vixen spins around and goes for a cover but the sneaky Delia Darling rolls herself out of the ring just in time.

Simone: Smart move by the challenger.

Vixen slides under the bottom rope and continues her aggression, knocking Delia down to the floor with a forearm to the back of the head. The champion grabs Delia by the hair herself this time and brings her over to the barricade as Jacob Summers starts his count.

One…Two…

She slams the challenger's head into the barricade and Delia bounces off and falls back in to the ring apron. She grabs her again and lands a hard DDT on the floor.

Three…Four…

Vixen runs in with a knee across Delia's chest before grabbing her by her head, picking her up, and flipping her over with a snapmare on to the concrete floor. She follows it up with a knee to the back of the head.

Five…Six…

Simone: The Champion is starting to take this one over.

Vixen continues her onslaught with a few stomps to the mid-section of her challenger before grabbing her and picking her up and bringing her back over to the ring.

Seven…Eight…

Vixen shoves Delia under the bottom rope and then climbs the steel post. She stays up there waiting for Darling to stumble to her feet.

Simone: She's just perched up there waiting.

Adams: Damn she looks good up there!

As Delia gets to her feet, Vixen launches in the air and lands a high angle cross body. She goes for the cover but Delia rolls through and goes fro a pin of her own.

Simone: She's got the leg hooked! Vixen's trapped!

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Crowd: POP!

Simone: No! VIXEN KICKED OUT! Delia can't believe it!

Adams: Neither can I!

Delia runs her hands through her hair and sports a look of disbelief as she stares up at Jacob Summers who is holding up two fingers. The challenger tries to get to her feet and as she does, she grabs Vixen and goes to wrap her arms around her neck to attempt a chokehold but Vixen moves out of the way quickly and gets her hand on the bottom rope, forcing Darling to let go. Summers backs Delia off allowing the Champion to get to her feet but as soon as she does, Delia charges in with a dropkick that knocks Vixen right back down to the canvas. Delia jumps on her and starts to slam her head in to the mat again. She lands a couple right hands and goes for a cover, hooking the leg. Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Simone: A kickout by the champion!

Adams: The match continues…

Delia goes to pick the Champion up again but this time Vixen trips her and sends her flying through the second rope and down to the concrete floor.

Crowd: POP!

Vixen struggles to get to her feet but when she does, she bounces off the opposite end of the six sided ring and darts across the ring. She flies through the ropes and collides with her challenger with a suicide dive.

Adams: Flying fox!

Crowd: POP!

Both Bombshells struggle to get to their feet and Jacob Summers starts his count again.

One…Two…

Vixen and Delia get to their knees.

Three…Four…

Now they are on their feet and Vixen sees her opponent right there with her. She lands a right hand which knocks Delia back a step. Darling comes back with a right hand of her own.

Five…Six…

They trade hard shots back and forth for a moment before Delia lands a hard one that rocks Vixen so hard that she falls backwards and knocks her head on the concrete.

Adams: Vixen is out cold!

Simone: Delia can't win the belt by count out! She has to get Vixen in the ring.

Seven...Eight…

Darling frantically picks up Vixen and throws her up on the apron, shoving her underneath the bottom rope. She climbs up herself and slides between the ropes. She staggers over to the corner and climbs the to the top turnbuckle.

Simone: What's she doing?

Adams: We're gonna have a flying Mean Girl!

She stares down at Vixen who is still out cold, and turns around while still standing on top of the ring post.

Adams: What's she doing?!

She jumps up in to the air, flipping over, and lands a picture perfect moonsault.

Adams: Holy cow!

Simone: I didn't know she knew how to do that!

She covers Vixen up for a pinfall attempt. Summers drops down to canvas to make the count.

One!

Two!

Simone: No! Vixen kicked out again and Delia can't believe it.

Delia yells at Jacob Summers, slapping her hands together three times. Summers holds up two fingers but Darlings persists on arguing with him. She backs him up and doesn't see Vixen coming up behind her. The Champion hooks Darling's arms and picks the challenger up over her head. She takes a few steps back and drops her on her head with back-to-belly piledriver.

Adams: FALL FROM GRACE! Goodnight Delia!

Vixen turns Delia over and covers her up as Summers makes the count.

Simone: It's over!

One!

Two!

Thr-

Simone: Delia kicked out! Delia kicked out! Vixen can't believe it!

Adams: I can't believe it!

An exhausted Vixen cries out in frustration. She grabs Delia by her hair and picks her up off of the mat. She calls for another FALL FROM GRACE but as she goes to lift the challenger up, Delia slams a few hard elbows in to the side of her face forcing the Champion to let her down. Delia lands a strong boot in to the stomach of Vixen and then lifts her up in to power bomb position, tossing her hard in to the turnbuckle.

Simone: LE BITCH BOMB!

Adams: Oh no…

As Vixen bounces out of the corner, Delia goes for her patented bridging fall away slam but at the last second, the crafty three-time Champion reverses. She spins Delia around and locks in a Dragon Sleeper, bringing her down to the mat and wrapping her legs around Delia, locking her in tight.

Simone: FOXY DREAMS! Delia's in the middle of the ring and she's got nowhere to go!

Vixen tightens the hold and Delia flails around trying to get free. After a moment, when it looks like she might give up, Darling uses the leverage from her body and flips Vixen over, breaking the hold.

Adams: What a display of technical ability from Delia!

Simone: She certainly has come a long way, Jason.

As both women slowly get to their feet, Delia quickly grabs Delia and hits her with a bridging fall away slam.

Simone: CUTIE SPECIAL! Out of nowhere!!

Adams: Summers drops for the count!

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Delia has done it! She's beaten the champ! She's beaten the champ and completed the set as the Mean Girls now hold EVERY SCW Bombshell title!

Justin: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEW SCW Bombshell Champion……..DELIA DARLING!

"Bad Girl" by Avril Lavigne plays over the speakers once more. The camera cuts backstage to see the Mean Girls, Liz, Mercedes, Veronica, Angelica, Holly, and Tessa, all jumping up and down in front of the television in their locker room. Their shrieking almost drowns out the boos of the fans as they gather for a group hug in front of the screen. Suddenly, Liz gasps and pulls away from the hug, pointing to the screen.

Liz: Oh em gee, you know what we should do, girls? We should totally go out there and celebrate with her!!!

Angelica: Oh my gawd, yasss! Lets do it!

The girls rush over to the door to try opening it, however, it seems to be stuck. Tessa jiggles the handle and then gasps. Angelica pushes her out of the way, rolling her eyes before giving it a try for herself. She grunts as she tries pulling on the door with all of her might. She is joined by the other Mean Girls before they begin pounding on the door, asking for help

Adams:Uh oh, that can't be good…

Simone: On the contrary. I think things are about to get good!

As we return to ringside, Delia scoots Vixen to the edge of the ring with her foot, pushing her outside with authority as she lets out a loud "Ugh!" As if she hadn't skipped a beat, she begins running around the ring like a mad woman, screaming at the top of her lungs as the fans rain down boos upon her. She does a few laps around the ring, laughing in pure excitement as she goes. She finally comes over to Jacob Summers and "allows" him to raise her arm. He hands her the Bombshell Championship, which she pinches with two fingers, making a slightly disgusted face as she raises it into the air, drawing in more boos.

Simone: Is Delia actually disrespecting the belt she just won by treating it like a piece of dirty laundry?

Adams: Uhhhhhhhh, yep! It would appear so… And the fans are letting her know just how disgusted they are with her for it, too.

The fans boo even louder as Delia returns to making her way around the ring, pointing out to a man in the crowd, blowing him a kiss. As Delia is celebrating in the ring, the crowd erupts in loud cheers. Delia just assumes the cheering is for her, but sprinting down the ramp, clearly on a mission, is Delia's arch nemesis, Misty! As Delia jumps up and down, grasping the Bombshell Title, Misty slides in the ring and jumps to her feet. She waits for Delia to turn around and *BAM!* takes her down to the canvas with a vicious spear! Delia drops the Bombshell title and it lands just a few feet away.

Misty begins firing away with lefts and rights to Delia's beautiful face, screaming like a banshee! She grabs a hold of Delia's blonde hair and starts slamming her head into the canvas repeatedly before she jumps back to her feet as the crowd is going wild. She works off of their energy, getting them pumped even more. Delia slowly stands up, wobbling a bit on her feet as she turns around to see an arm coming at her from Misty. Delia ducks backward, almost Matrix style as she ducks it. She lets out a loud growl as she kicks Misty in the gut with a hard boot. She places Misty's head between her legs, shouting out to the audience to pay close attention. She goes to lift Misty up, but Misty hits a Back Body Drop to Delia, causing the crowd to explode once more. However, Delia holds onto Misty's pants and rolls through with a Sunset Flip, however, instead of using it to pin, she mounts Misty and begins punching away at her face.

Simone: The new champion is taking it to Misty, even after that violent encounter with Vixen. I have to give her that much, but that's as far as compliments from me will go for that witch…

Adams:Hashtag, Delia facts!

As the fans boo her, Delia smiles wickedly, rubbing it in their faces until Misty rolls her over, choking her violently. Delia swipes at Misty's face as she shouts insults. She lays in a few slaps once she's done choking Delia. She laughs as Delia struggles to shrug them off. She finally gets off of Delia, letting her breath. Delia gets back up to her feet when Misty nails her with the Bombshell Championship. She rubs it against Delia's forehead, grating at her skin, busting her open. Delia shoves Misty off, feeling at her forehead. As she pulls her fingers away, seeing the blood, her eyes go wide, and she gasps loudly. She goes to shout at Misty, but she hits her with the Dream Crusher, right on top of the belt. Misty looks down at her handiwork as the security team finally makes their way down to the ring, waved down by "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Misty lays in a few stomps before they make it inside of the ring, trying to push her back as she resists, trying to get back at Delia, who is now laying unconscious on the ground just feet away from her. Misty finally gives up, flipping Delia off as she walks to the ropes. She exits the ring, but security doesn't let up at all. They guide her to the back as the fans salute Misty.

Fans: THANK YOU MISTY! THANK YOU MISTY! THANK YOU MISTY!

Simone: THANK YOU MISTY! Wait, is that too unprofessional? Aww, who cares! THANK YOU MISTY! THANK YOU MISTY!

Adams:That is such a rude way to treat our new Bombshell Champion, Belinda! I'm going to tell her you said that after the show.

Simone: If she's awake by then, of course…

Misty stares in Mark Ward's face as she passes him. Mark glares back at her, before shouting "GET HER OUTTA HERE!" The security begins shoving her abruptly through the curtains as "Bad Girl" plays once more upon Mark's orders. Delia slowly begins stirring as the fans throw pieces of trash into the ring and we fade elsewhere.

Pussy Willow: Hello fans, I am here backstage well.., not exactly backstage, more like in the uhh.., men's room where I am set to interview the former SCW champion, a young man who had taken the federation by storm and then suddenly poofed for no apparent reason, Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr!

The camera pans out bringing more of the restroom into view. The Goldenboy stands in front of a urinal, his back turned to the lens with his hands held in front of him. The tell-tale sound of water streaming and splashing quickly clues the audience in. Behind him, the backstage reporter uncomfortably adjusts a black jacket while mentally preparing a series of pre-determined questions. She approaches the young man and brings the microphone closer to him and frowns as it also picks up the sound of the steady urination splashing against the porcelain urinal. Shrugging it off, she takes a deep breath and fires away..,

Pussy Willow: Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. you were the youngest champion in SCW history, one of the most hyped and anticipated superstars ever to grace this federation, but after a pair of rough nights; first dropping the title against Drake Green and then a surprising upset by an unheralded rookie you go on an unannounced hiatus from wrestling. Nothing is said or heard from you in several weeks and then suddenly here you are accepting an interview. My first question to you is what happened?

Though he continues to face forward, the urine still splashing against the sides of the urinal in a never ending stream he acknowledges her presence by clearing his throat and with a nod of his head.

Geno: Have you ever had those days where you just didn't feel like getting out of bed? You have to go to school, work or whatever but that bed is so comfortable. You're just lying there, your naked body beneath satin sheets, swallowed in the comfort of 12 layers of bedding. Suddenly the alarm goes off alerting you to the fact that the world sucks. There are assholes out there demanding your attention, losers wanting to know how great it is to be you and morons acting like they own you just because they gave you a check with a few zeroes on it. I came to my senses, fuck this, fuck that, fuck them, fuck everybody and their dogs and anything else and I went back to bed. SCW saw fit to put this little belt around my waist and proclaim me champion; the best of the best, the coolest of the cool. It wasn't like this was anything new to me. I've always known that I am the best. I've always known that I am the coolest and I have never needed any sort of trinkets to remind me of that, my mirror does it for me every morning. But that wasn't the end of it; once I became champion the powers that be decided that I was suddenly their property. Mark ward and his crotch jockeys decided that they wanted me out there kissing babies, helping old ladies across the street and promoting their products and those of their sponsors. I came to a realization that I wasn't about to be anybody's property and that nobody was going to tell me what to do. So I decided to get out from under their feet by dropping the title to the first schmuck I came across and for good measure I dropped another match to further distance myself. I am nobody's property.

With a light grimace the backstage reporter ignores the continuing stream splashing into the urinal, echoing off of the tile walls of the men's room and focuses on her follow up question.

Pussy Willow: So why then did you return?

Geno: I'm going to drive the point home. People starting thinking after those two losses that maybe I've lost a step, that maybe I'm not quite as good as I say I am. In short I still have something to prove and in time they will get the message but right now I need to wash my hands.

The stream of urine finally runs out, closing with a few drops and the follow up jingle practiced by men all over the world. With his back still to the camera Gene Jr. slides to his left and the nearby hand washing sink. He turns the faucet on and begins to lather his hands as the urinal self-flushes. The camera zooms in onto a strange site lying in the bucket of the urinal; a group of SCW action figures; Mark Ward, Erik Staggs, Drake Green and others are jumbled together bathed in Gene's fluidic discharge.

At the sink, the subject of the interview finishes washing his hands and dries them beneath the electric hand drier and then reaches down to adjust his grey sweat pants. He turns around to face the reporter, his characteristic smirk ominously present as he takes a slow, short step towards her. Peeking downward Pussy Willow lets loose an audible gasp and steps back, her eyes wide in disbelief. The camera pans down to catch the source of her astonishment, a thick, crescent shaped bulge pressing against the fabric of his sweat pants. It is a good two inches thick and nine to ten inches in length. The reporter loses any remaining vestiges of professionalism as the smirking Goldenboy approaches her.

Geno: Come on babe, you know you want this.

Pussy thrust her hands up trying to ward her admirer off while shaking her head vehemently.

Pussy Willow: No! No.., I.., I don't want it.., or any of it. I..,

With Ms. Willow backed against the wall, and the wrestler trapping her against it Gene suddenly stops and shakes his head.

Geno: A shame..,

He says while reaching into his pants to pull out a banana.

Geno: This batch came from the Dominican Republic, they're the best.

Unpeeling the fruit he takes a bite.

Geno: But you're the type of girl who prefers second best aren't you? Ah well, your loss babe.

Finishing the banana Gene excuses himself from the restroom pausing to drop the peel into a waste basket as two burly lumberjack types burst through the door discovering a shocked and nervous blonde, leggy reporter. They immediately converge on her, their breath reeking of eggs and beans enveloping her head in a noxious fog; the first of the two men; a sweaty, bearded man of infinite hair leans forward, his nose hard at work sniffing away as the second reaches down, his meaty fingers drawling along the fabric of her blazer.

Lumberjack: Well lookie what we got here.

Not long after Misty's attack on the new Bombshell Champion, Delia, the cameras switch backstage. Misty is still fighting to get away from security, but after a few moments, she manages to calm herself down as they lead her far away from the curtains leading to the ring entrance. When she is a safe distance away, they let her go and she dusts herself off.

Misty: Jesus, you people act like she didn't have it coming! Where were you when there were six of them attacking me a few weeks back?!

The security guards shake their heads as Misty walks away, heading down the hall. She gathers her bearings and begins searching the dressing rooms, looking for one in particular. She stops when she finds the one labeled "Drake Green" and knocks, expecting him to be inside.

Misty: Drake? Can I talk to you for a second? I need to tell you…something.

Misty is disappointed when the door slowly creeks open as she knocks. She steps inside to find the room empty and Drake nowhere in sight. She takes in a deep breath and shakes her head.

Misty: So much for catching him before his match. Oh well…I guess I can wait a little while longer. I've already waited long enough as it is.

Misty looks around the dressing room, noting the television monitor set up. She shrugs and clicks it on, deciding to watch Drake's match from here and wait for him, knowing he'll head back to the dressing room once his match against Rage is finished. She makes herself comfortable and relaxed, completely forgetting about what she just did to Delia moments ago.

The bell sounds to signify the main event. We see a shot of the Heavyweight title hanging above the ring.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the SCW Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd cheers.

Justin: In this contest, there are no pinfalls, no submissions, no count outs, and no disqualifications! The only way to win this match, is to retrieve the championship hanging above the ring.

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 stable mate, Kittie, is nowhere to be seen. Rage looks behind him, still wondering where Kittie could be, but Synn just pats him on the shoulder, encouraging him to focus on the match instead. Rage shakes his head and tries his best to focus as he turns and starts heading to the ring to a chorus of loud booing. He glares at certain fans from the corner of his eyes as they taunt and agitate him but he continues on his way, ignoring them as best as he can. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron using the second rope, then steps over the top rope and enters the ring.

Adams: Look at the size of that monster. He looks as dangerous as ever.

Simone: He's got the size, he's got the power, he's got the aggression, and in this match, there aren't any rules! This is not the match I'd be having if I had to face him right now.

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from "Burning Down The House" by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long blue wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front which have the "Male symbol" on them in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his "Male Symbol" logo on the front and "Man Of The People" written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Justin: Introducing his opponent...weighing in at 230 pounds, He is the SCW Heavyweight champion! he is Chicago's own, he is The Man of the People..."Mr. Showtime".. Drake Green!.

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Yuma!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Yuma, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and stares his opponent up and down as he waits for the bell.

Adams: Drake Green never fails to entertain.

Simone: Well, all that goes out the window now. He's got the biggest task ever standing in front of him.

Rage and Drake goes face to face as Drake's music cuts out. Rage looks intense as Drake looks focused. The bell rings, and, as if on cue, Rage swings with a clothesline which Drake ducks. Drake fires off a series of right hands to Rage's head, backing the big man into a corner. Rage puts a stop to that, wrapping both hands around Drake's neck, and reversing him into the corner. Rage then begins with big blows to the body and head of Drake. Drew steps in to break up the assault, but Rage turns and sends him scurrying away. Rage turns back and drives an elbow to the head of Drake, sending him slumping into the corner, woozy. Rage begins stomping a downed Drake in the corner, until Drew steps in again, and again Rage angrily turns and threatens to nail him as well. Rage warns Drew about getting in his way, before turning back to Drake, who has pulled himself up, and kicks Rage in the gut, before firing off more right hands to stun the big man. Drake grabs the arm and tries for an Irish whip to the opposite corner, but Rage reverses and Drake hits the corner. Drake stumbles out and Rage nearly beheads him with a nasty clothesline!

Adams: The Champion started out fast there, but he cannot get caught with too many big blows early on, or this will not last long.

Simone: Rage hits like a truck! Drake in big trouble if this keeps up.

Drake is stunned on the canvas as Rage begins stomping him again, and then Rage delivers a nasty kick square in the back that echo's throughout the building. The force takes Drake to the floor, and Rage steps over the top rope after him.

Adams: What a kick!

Rage nails Drake on the floor with a clubbing forearm that drops Drake to his knees. Drake crawls away to create some distance, headed back up the aisle way. Rage however is hot on his heels and delivers another clubbing blow to the back, before grabbing Drake and scooping him onto his shoulder. Rage heads for one of the steel posts, but Drake slips off the shoulder, and pushes Rage shoulder-first into the post! Rage clutches his shoulder as Drake grabs him and leads him towards the steps, before slamming Rage's head into them! Rage is dazed as Drake tosses him back into the ring. Drake them climbs to the ropes and steadies himself, waiting for Rage to stand. Rage gets up, and turns to meet both of Drake's feet in his chest as Drake hits a missile dropkick!

Adams: And now the champion is back in this match!

Simone: This is the kind of thing Drake has to do, get the big man off his feet.

Drake then mounts Rage and begins raining down punches. Drake gets off a nice series, before yelling in Rage's face.

Drake: COME ON YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Simone: Well, that was rude.

The crowd cheers as Drake gets up, and nails Rage as he gets up with a forearm. Drake backs Rage into the ropes and goes for an Irish whip, but Rage reverses. Rage ducks down for a back drop, but Drake scouts in and kicks Rage hard in the shoulder that hit the ring post. Rage backs up clutching his shoulder, and Drake charges and clotheslines him over the top rope to the floor! Rage does lands on his feet, but he is still stunned. Drake exits the ring and waits on the apron. Drake launches himself at Rage, but Rage catches him in mid-air, in a bear hug, before turning and ramming Drake back-first into the ring post. Rage holds Drake up in his grasp and then repeats the action, causing Drake to yell in pain. Rage then lets Drake down, and then scoops him onto his shoulder again, and then runs a few steps before slamming Drake on the hard floor! Drake's body audibly splats on the floor.

Adams: What a power slam! Drake's back has to screaming in pain!

Simone: And look at Rage, he looks invincible right now!

Rage gets up and looks at the SCW title hanging above him, then back down at Drake and he smirks evilly. Rage then boots Drake in the head as Drake makes it to his feet using the barricade. Rage then grabs Drake by the head and tosses him into the steel steps. Rage then tosses Drake back into the ring and slides in after him. Rage stands and boots Drake in the back, before pulling Drake to his feet and executes a backbreaker. Drake rolls over clutching his back and then Rage steps on his back and stands there using the ropes! Chuckling, Rage casually steps off Drake before pulling him up by the head and tossing him into a corner. Rage then begins driving shoulders into the gut of Drake. With Drake sufficiently controlled, Rage grabs the arm and fires Drake as hard as he possibly can across the ring into the opposite corner. The force causing Drake to hit the corner and drop face-first onto the mat!

Adams: Oh man! What power!

Rage's face exudes confidence now as he kneels down and begins driving his own fist to the head of Drake. Rage finishes and then stands up, and then begins taunting Drake to get up. Rage then arrogant slaps Drake in the back of the head as Drake uses the ropes to get up. Drake backs himself into the nearby corner and fires off a kick. Then another, then another! The crowd begins to make some noise as Drake fights back, but Rage quickly quells it with a solid knee to the ribs. Rage then uses nothing but brute strength to literally toss Drake across the ring with a biel. Rage then exits the ring, and grabs the nearby ladder and prepares to slide it into the ring, but as he holds it up, Drake comes out of nowhere with a baseball slide, dropkicking the ladder into Rage's face and body!

Adams: Drake is still fighting!

Simone: He's not going to give up!

With Rage down, Drake slides out of the ring and grabs some of the tables stacked up in the entrance way. He begins setting one up, and when he finishes, he goes back to Rage, who is lying in wait with the ladder, and smashes Drake right in the ribs with it! Drake stumbles around clutching his ribs, and then the ladder is used again, right in Drake's face! Drake goes down and Rage again peers up at the championship. Then Rage looks back down and shakes his head dropping the ladder and heading over to the area where Drake had set up a table. Rage grabs another table, and sets that up right on top of the first one. Rage then goes back to Drake, but Drake goes low with a short dropkick to the knee, and the momentum takes Rage into the steel steps!

Adams: Drake Green may have created a way to even the size difference!

Simone: Drake's got to do something!

Drake peers at Rage down and then up at his championship. He then grabs a nearby ladder, and slides it into the ring. He sets it up where he wants it, and begins to slowly climb, still smarting from the beating he's received. Drake makes it up a few rungs, reaching for the title, until Rage appears and whacks Drake right across the back with a damned vile chair shot!

Adams: What a chair shot!

Simone: Square in the back! Drake's going to be crippled if this keeps up!

Drake crumbles off the ladder, and Rage knocks the ladder over, before giving Drake a finger wag. Rage drops the chair and then picks up the ladder and folds it up, before laying it across the top rope with the top sticking back towards the ring. He goes over to Drake and picks him up in a bear hug, and begins trying to run him back-first into the ladder, but Drake stops that with a headbutt! Rage drops Drake and then Drake runs Rage shoulder-first into the ladder! Rage staggers back, and turns to face Drake, who connects with more right hands, stunning the big man. Drake then backs up, and charges with momentum, but Rage side-steps up, and Drake this time goes face-first into the ladder! Drake falls to the floor as Rage drops to his knees clutching his shoulder.

Adams: Oh no! Drake just ATE that ladder!

Rage fights off the pain and rolls the outside opposite of where Drake is. Rage grabs another ladder and slides it into the ring before rolling in after it. Rage picks up the ladder and positions it under the championship. He starts his slow climb, still favoring the shoulder. He makes his way up, but sees Drake back on his feet, blood all over his face. Drake, sensing his loss, rolls back into the ring, and clutches the ladder. He uses it to start, not really able to see as the blood pours out of his head into his eyes. Rage grabs him and slams his face into the top of the ladder to stop him. Rage then pitches Drake off the ladder, but Drake lands on his feet, hits the ropes, and shoves the ladder over, causing Rage to fall into the ladder still propped up! Rage lands shoulder-first again, and falls to the mat clutching his shoulder, while Drake collapses, seemingly using the last of his energy to knock Rage down!

Adams: Drake with a last gasp!

Simone: Was it a last gasp, Jason?! Drake is bloody and battered!

Both men remain on the canvas as for a few moments. Rage is the first to his feet, albeit with much effort and basically being one armed. Drake holds on to another ladder and uses it like a crutch to stand up, propping it against a corner. Rage sees this, and as Drake makes it to his feet, Rage charges and sandwiches Drake in between the ladder and himself! Rage backs away still holding his shoulder, as Drake collapses to the mat.

Adams: This is getting ugly at this point…

Simone: Drake Green may not have anything left.

Rage then uses his one good arm to drag Drake to the center of the ring. He then reaches down, and grabs the steel chair, and works out his injured shoulder, smirking that it seems good enough to use again. He clutches the chair in both hands, and SMASHES the chair into Drake's back. Then another shot. And another. And another. And another. And another. And another! The chair is bent and the back support piece is hanging off the chair. Rage rips it off, and tosses it aside, and then tosses the chair aside, as Drake remains motionless on the mat.

Adams: I… this match is turning into just a beat down now.

Simone: I have to tend to agree. Drake is still in this match, but Rage is just picking him apart.

Adams: But Drake is not out of the fight, but, the fight just be all but over.

Rage chuckles to himself as he arrogantly kicks Drake to the floor, before walking over to the ladder, and beginning to set it up. He begins climbing as the fans boo, but before Rage can finish, Drake rolls into the ring, clutching desperately at the ladder. Rage's smile turns into a frown as Drake starts trying to pick up the ladder to toss it over. Angered that Drake won't stay down, Rage casually steps off the ladder as Drake turns it over. Rage then boots Drake in the head and sends him back to the floor. Rage again picks up the ladder and positions it where he wants it. But as soon as he steps back onto the first rung, He spots Drakes sliding into the ring. Rage walks over to where Drake is laying, and that is when Drake blasts Rage in the knee with a chair he had hidden underneath his body!

Adams: Whoa! Drake Green with an equalizer!

Simone: I don't believe it. Rage looks really hurt for the first time in this match!

Rage limps away as Drake uses the chair to get up. Rage turns back to Drake, and takes another chair shot to his left leg. Drake then winds up as Rage limps around, and when Rage turns back, Drake nails him in the leg again and Rage falls to the canvas. Drake, bloody head and all, raises the chair above his head to massive cheers.

Adams: He's dropped Rage! Drake Green is not only still fighting, he's got the advantage.

Simone: I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it!