CJ turns around and starts walking.. Pussy looks confused as CJ stops in his tracks and turns his head far enough that you can see the side of it.

CJ: GAME OVER!!

CJ turns back around and starts to whistle as he walks away....

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following match is set for one fall and is a Triple Threat Match!

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this.

Justin: Introducing first...from Texas….Traci Patterson!

Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before waiting on her opponents.

Justin: Introducing next...

It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard

Justin: From Los Angeles, California….Veronica Taylor!

Hopin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious
And I dont care,
That I keep pissing people off
I'ma let em talk
I dont give a damn what they say
It isnt fair
That I wear diamonds for breakfast
And I know this isnt helping

Justin: And their opponent…

'Going Under' begins playing as Lyah Lindberg makes her way to the top of the entranceway. After a few moments, Drake Green joins her and the crowd gets even louder. They begin walking to the ring, making their way over to the fans and high fiving a few of them.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Drake Green…..from Oakland, California….Lyah Lindberg!!!

She stops in front of the ring steps, looking out at the crowd one more time before stepping up them and into the ring. She leans through the ropes as her and Drake have a quick exchange before she turns back around. All three competitors stare each other down and just before the bell rings, something interrupts them.

HS: Hold it!

Midnight Tornado starts to play through the speakers and out walks ark Ward with Mikah lingering behind him a bit and with a microphone in his left hand. they walk down the ramp, closer to the ring as Veronica, Traci, and Lyah get ready for their match.

HS: Hold on, hold the damn match. This is my ring and I said hold that damned match.

Simone: What are these two doing out here?

Adams: I don’t know but they seem pretty angry.

All three Bombshells in the ring look confused as Drake Green on the outside starts to yell at Mark.

HS: I said hold on.

The pair walk down to ringside and then step up into the ring.

HS: Last week a crime was committed. A very serious crime. Kidnapping and assault are not things becoming of the Number One Contender to my SCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Crowd: BOO!

HS: So I hereby strip Drake Green of his contendership and cancel the main event for tonight’s show.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

HS: Go ahead and boo but I will not stand for this criminal to wrestle on my show! Do you see what he’s done to my Bombshell Champion? The perfect model of a Champion? He disgraced this company!

Crowd: Mikah’s Still Wet! Mikah’s Still Wet! Mikah’s Still Wet!

HS: Oh shut up! And you….

He points to Lyah Lindberg.

HS: You’re a disgrace to your whole gender. How can you look him in the eye knowing what he’s done.

Drake finally has enough and slips into the ring with a microphone of his own.

Drake: Will you just shut up already? You and I both know you’re not cancelling shit. That contract you signed two weeks ago took away that right. Sorry again, Hot Shit. You lose. And besides….maybe the Caribbean wiped some of that stink off of her. She should probably thank me.

Crowd: MASSIVE POP!

Mikah scowls at Drake before taking the microphone from Mark.

Mikah: Thank you?! What the fu--would I thank YOU for?

Mikah glares at him again.

Mikah: You are a good for nothing scrub that has nothing better to do than pick on a poor, defenseless girl who obviously didn’t know what was going on. You should be ashamed of yourself, Mr. Dollar Bin Movie Guy. AND you don’t even deserve that title shot; you’re the male Mercedes Vargas.

Mikah shrugs her shoulders a bit, glaring in his direction again.

Drake: Look, I’d love to sit here and verbally spar with both of you but I don’t know if you’ve noticed...there’s a match that’s supposed to start. Why don’t you guys head to the back and if you wanna fine me or something, Mark, then go ahead. Otherwise...if you have nothing else to say...either of you...get the fuck outta here.

Crowd: POP!

Mikah laughs before looking over at Mark then back at Drake.

Mikah: Oh Drake, I thought you were smarter than that. And plus, this isn’t a real match anyways. Nobody cares about this match; it’s merely a bathroom break and a concession break.

Mikah laughs a little bit before simply shrugging her shoulders before looking behind her as cops started to walk down the ramp.

Mikah: You see. . .about that kidnapping two weeks ago, I’m pressing charges. Charges of kidnapping and assault. So...boys.

She looks at the cops before stepping to the side. Drake can’t help but laugh.

Drake: Don’t be ridiculous.

Mark Ward steps in close to Drake.

HS: You think you can fuck with me, Drake? You think you’re so fucking clever? Don’t forget who owns the place. I own this ring, I own your little girlfriend, and now….now I own you. Book ‘em.

Mikah smiles at Drake before waving two little fingers at him before watching the cops grab him to cuff his arms behind his back. She looks at him then shrugs.

Mikah: Don’t worry, Drake. It’s not like you have anything important to do. Plus--.

She leans in closer to him, her lips close to his ear.

Mikah: I bet you like those cuffs, don’t you Drake?

She moves back and winks at him discreetly before shrugging her shoulders.

Mikah: Take him away, boys.

Drake’s smile fades as the cops grab him and begin to handcuff him behind his back. Mikah and Hot Stuff can only laugh as Lyah runs up to Drake and hugs him. The two exchange some whispers and Lyah nods before the cops start dragging Drake away.

HS: Have fun, Drake. I’ll let you know how the show goes.

Mikah laughs before watching Drake be pulled away.

Mikah: Trust me, it will go MUCH better without him. Now what was going on before we came out here?

She pauses for a moment and taps her finger to her lips a few times before turning to look at Traci, Veronica, and Lyah.

Mikah: Oh yeah, nothing. I actually have an important match to get ready for.

Mikah turns to leave the ring, easing herself out of the ring between the middle and bottom rope before hopping down and heading up the ramp. Hot Stuff follows her as the women, Lyah still shocked, turn back toward one another. Lindberg shakes her head and then refocuses just before the bell rings.

DING! DING! DING!

The three woman go right after each other and Taylor manages to fight them both off. She knocks Patterson hard in the side of the face, which sends her down to the mat and then kicks Lindberg right in the gut, which drops her down to one knee.

Simone: Veronica Taylor getting an early advantage here.

Veronica picks Lindberg up and then blasts her with a hard slap across the face, which sends Lyah back into the ropes. As she bounces back, Veronica grabs her and throws her down to the mat hard with a nasty looking hair mare.

Adams: That hurt me!

Taylor goes to pick up Lindberg again but she is met with a dropkick in the back from Traci Patterson that sends her through the ropes and down to ringside. Seeing her opportunity, Patterson drops for the cover on Lindberg and Holly Wood drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: No! A kickout by the rookie!

Traci and Lyah get up and lock up with each other at the same time. The stronger Patterson starts to thrust knees into the mid-section of Lindberg and she drops down to one knee but Lindberg backs up and unleashes a hard right foot to the side of Traci’s face.

SMACK!

Adams: What a hard shot from Lindberg!

Simone: And she’s going for the cover!

Before the ref can drop her hand for the three count, Taylor runs in and drops an elbow onto the back of Lindberg’s head to break up the pinfall.

Adams: Just in time!

Taylor picks Lindberg up by her head and then head butts her back down to the mat. She starts to stomp on Lindberg but she rolls toward the apron and slides out down to ringside. Taylor starts to taunt her but Traci Patterson comes up from behind and rolls her up.

Adams: Out of nowhere!

One!

Two!

Veronica kicks out at the last second but before she can get up, Patterson jumps on top of her and begins to drop bombs of lefts and rights on her face over and over again. Taylor, who is trying to crawl away, gets grabbed by her hair by Patterson. She pulls her up and snap mares her over her body with her hair. Taylor screams out in pain and Patterson sits her up and applies a rear face lock.

Adams: Patterson is starting to show her vicious side.

Back in the ring Patterson pulls Taylor up but they are both knocked down to the mat with a surprise double clothesline from Lyah Lindberg and the crowd pops. She drops a leg on Traci Patterson and then jumps up and drops an elbow onto Veronica.

Crowd: Let’s go Lyah!

She jumps back up and goes for the cover on Taylor and Holly Wood drops down to the mat to make the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: No!

Simone: Taylor kicked out at the last second.

As Lindberg gets up Taylor pulls her right back down to the mat and lock Lyah’s arms in her legs and locks her hands around Lindberg’s face, applying a triangle choke.

Adams: Oh no!

Simone: She’s got it locked in!

Crowd: Boo!

Taylor applies pressure, pulling Lindberg’s head back but before Lyah can tap, Traci Patterson kicks Taylor in the head, breaking the hold.

Simone: Lindberg just got lucky there. This one was over.

Patterson starts to stomp on Taylor. She picks her up and sets her up for the HEART OF TEXAS sit-out chokebomb but Lindberg runs over and shoulder blocks both women to the ground. She starts to kick Patterson but Taylor runs up behind her and grabs her. She turns Lyah around and kicks her in the gut. Veronica grabs Lyah by her hair and then throws her threw the ropes and down to the ground.

Adams: That couldn’t have felt good.

Simone: Oh my god!

With Lindberg down at ringside, Taylor turns her attention back over to Traci Patterson. She picks her up off of the mat and whips her into the corner. As Patterson bounces out of the corner, Veronica leaps forward to land a flying lariat but Patterson counters and sends her head first into the steel ring post and then drops down to the mat herself out of fatigue.

Simone: All three competitors are out!

Adams: This is madness!

Both Patterson and Taylor start to get up at the same time. Noticing this, Patterson runs over and attempts a swinging neckbreaker but Taylor pushes her off and then spins her around. She grabs her head and leans her back before twisting around, falling to the mat, and slamming Traci’s face right into the canvas with a roll of the dice.

Adams: EXED OUT!

Simone: This one is over!

Vero flips Traci’s limp body over onto her back and then crawls on top of her, smiling, and hooks her leg. Holly Wood drops to make the count.

Adams: What a win by Veronica Taylor!

One!

Two!

Simone: Look out!

Just as Holly counts, Lyah comes flying off of the top rope and lands an elbow right into the back of Veronica Taylor, breaking up the pinfall. The crowd cheers as Lyah kips up to her feet and then eyes both of her opponents. She waits waits for Veronica to climb to her knees and then…

SMACK!

...she lands a superkick right to her jaw that puts her out on her back. She quickly jumps on top of her and hooks the leg as Holly goes for another count.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Simone: No! Vero kicked out!

Lyah sits up and thinks for a second. Her eyes light up and she immediately spins around and goes for the pin on Traci.

One!

Two!

Patterson throws her shoulders up and Lyah show’s a look of huge disappointment.

Adams: Oh so close!

Simone: She better put this one away soon if she wants to bail her boyfriend out of jail, Jason.

Lyah goes to pick up Traci off the mat but Vero comes running with hard looking forearm. Lyah ducks out of the way at the last second and Veronica’s arm crashes right into Traci Patteron’s jaw which knocks her unconscious and right back down to the mat. Taylor turns toward Lyah to attack with another forearm smash but Lindberg grabs her arm and lets her own momentum flip her over into an arm drag. Still holding her arm, Lyah flips over and applies an armbar submission hold.

Simone: LYAH LOCK!! She’s got it locked in.

Veronica struggles as Holly drops down to her knees on the mat and asks if she wants to give up. Taylor shakes her head violently as Lindberg tightens the hold and extends her arm. After a second or two, Vero slams her hand down to the mat repeatedly.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner….by submission…..LYAH LIIIIIIIIIIINDBERG!

Lyah stops for a moment and takes in the victory as she raises her arms for the crowd before the camera cuts to the back.

Backstage, Connor can be seen pacing with a copy of the Roulette title over his shoulder. A cameraman approaches Connor who pulls up short and smiles as he holds out his hand to get the cameraman’s attention.

Connor Murphy: Have you seen Mark Ward or Christian Underwood anywhere? I have been looking for them everywhere. I haven’t heard what they plan to do about the fact that they have an imposter running around with the Roulette title.

The camera man tilts his head in confusion as Connor takes a put upon breath and then puts his arm over the shoulder of the cameraman. The pair are walking down the hall as Connor begins to talk about his match for later.

Connor Murphy: See, this super card has me in a match that I don’t understand at all. I was teamed with Simon Jones…you know him…former champion and all that jazz. Well I am in a match with him as my partner in a lethal lottery pairing. Now most people would be talking about how a Somebody is teamed with a Nobody facing anybody in that ring. But the sad part about it is that in fact the two of us are actually facing literal nobodies. So my question to the big men in the front office is why they don’t have me defending my title.

The cameraman mumbles about Goth being the champion which sends Connor into a frenzy.

Connor Murphy: Were you not watching the match against Goth…the first and second fall were mine therefore in a two out of three fall match means that I won. Don’t you watch wrestling?

With that, Connor gives him a glare before turning and walking away in disgust.

The scene opens with Casey Williams backstage talking to Pussy Willow before his Roulette title match with Goth.

Pussy: So, Casey, I know that you're frustrated with people talking about your competing in two organizations. How are you going to silence the critics?

Casey: Well, Pussy, that is easy. Making a statement tonight by soundly defeating Goth will do that for me.

Pussy: What about if you should lose?

Casey: Then I will continue to claw, scratch, and fight my way back into the title scene, and get the title, by any means necessary.

Pussy: What makes you so confident that you can beat Goth?

Casey: Well, I am a monster of a man, and I will bring the pain like nobody's business. Besides that, I have faced Goth so many times, and I am due to beat his ass from here to high water. I will prove that I am as dominant as I say I am, and will prove that I deserved to get the Roulette title shot, and win the title, believe that!!!

Casey cackles as the scene fades to black.

The following video was taken moments ago:

Backstage, we find reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, Melanie Gabrielle, standing side-by-side with Pussy Willow, before the large roulette wheel, set up before the SCW logo.

Pussy Willow: Fans, in just mere moments Melanie Gabrielle, who is by my side right now, will be putting her title on the line against her number one challenger, Candy Overton.

Pussy Willow turns to Melanie.

Pussy Willow: Melanie, as champion, would you care to do the honors?

Melanie smiles and shifts the title belt over her shoulder and turns to the wheel. She grabs hold of it and gives it a hard spin. Around and around it goes! Sailing past such stipulations as 'Falls Count Anywhere' ... 'Singapore Cane' ... 'Blindfold' ... ' Hot Stuff's Choice' ... and slowly it begins to come to a halt and finds itself settling upon... 'Mud Pit'!

The crowd cheers as Melanie gives Pussy Willow a look of disbelief before she rolls her eyes and makes her exit offstage.

The camera focuses on a close up shot of.....

And the crowd cheers!

Adams: A mud pit match! We're going to get to see a mud pit match!

Simone: Christ, act your age Jason! And the fact that you're a married man!

Adams: Its not often though we get to see something new like this!

Simone: Look, I'm as happy as anyone else out there that we're seeing something else besides a hardcore style match, but did it have to be a mud pit match?

Adams: I don't seem to recall you complaining when it was Bo Dreamwolf and Matthew Kennedy wrestling in one.

Simone: ... Shut up.

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

More cheers from the fans!

Justin: Allow me to introduce to you, the special guest referee -- 'The Siren' Kate Steele!

I told 'em all where to stick it
I left town with a dime to my name
Said I'm done with all of my fake friends
Self-righteous pawns in a losing game
Got my band and a light that won't go out
Been burning since the day I was born
So I'll cry just a little then I'll dry my eyes
Cause I'm not a little girl no more

Grow up by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on.

And some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
Some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
We get along for the most part
Me and reality, the light in the dark
And we live alone, in two different worlds
Me in a fantasy, you and your memories
But we get along

Kate finally makes it to the end of the ramp and walks around to where the mud pit is set up and she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place at the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.

The opening riff of "That's The Way" echoes throughout the sound system as the house lights drop down. A classic film style countdown begins on the screen as the crowd is beginning to become rather intrigued by what is happening. Before the counter hits zero, silence befalls the sound system.

"Everybody wants an easy ride on the merry-go-round that we call life
Take a drive on cruise control, then you wake to find it's a winding road
I had my dreams in view when the money ran out and the engine blew
Hung my tears out to dry, then my dreams fell outta the clear blue sky
And I, I was walking in the clouds feeling so safe and sound
'Til something else knocks me down"

The words burst through the sound system as plum and silver lights begin to bounce around the sold out arena. A woman with dark, raven hair steps out from behind the curtain as the crowd has no idea what is happening. The raven hair female walks down the ramp holding a silver clutch in her right hand while stopping at the bottom of it. She gives a half smile half smirk towards the crowd before looking over her shoulder back toward the stage.

"Oh and that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
Oh and that's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows
You live, you learn
You crash, you burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is"

The crowd has started to murmur underneath their breaths as a woman sucking on a lollipop walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd lets out a sigh of relief as they realize that it's Candy Overton making her presence known to the world. She is sucking on her trademark lollipop while waving toward the crowd. Her facial expressions almost change in an instance when she notices the raven haired female standing at the bottom of the ramp. The woman holds that clutch she had been holding high into the air as Candy slowly walks down the ramp.

Justin: Introducing at this time being accompanied to the ring by Miss Ravenwood. She hails from Salt Lake City, Utah but currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada please welcome Candy Overton.

"One fine day you wake up, completely, hopelessly fallen in love
He's just what you're looking for, the only problem is that the man's not sure
Another guy will give you everything, the only problem is you don't feel a thing
Well I know from experience, nothing's ever gonna make perfect sense
Oh, one day you get what you want, but it's not what you think, then you get what you need"

Candy finally meets Miss Ravenwood at the bottom of the ramp. Miss Ravenwood gets almost right in Candy's face as she is berating her. Candy shakes her head while sticking a lollipop into her mouth. She walks around where she is instructed but takes one look at the mud pit and begins arguing with Kate Steele who is telling her to get in the mud but the challenger refuses!.

Adams: Something tells me that Candy isn't too happy about this one.

Simone: Well can you blame her?

Adams: Strangely enough, I don't have a problem with this match.

Justin: Introducing the reigning and defending Bombshell Roulette Champion! From Copenhagen, Denmark, weighing 130 pounds ... Melanie Gabrielle!

The lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by: Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand. She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry. Melanie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. As she gets to the mud pit, the lights turn off and a spot light is on her. Melanie takes her crown off her head and tosses into the air. She catches it as the lights turn to normal.

Simone: Something is telling me that a fighter she may be, this is not the type of environment that Melanie Gabrielle prefers when defending her title.

Adams: beggars can't be choosers but this is proof that there is a God!

Melanie climbs up onto the edge of the mud pit and she and hr challenger, Candy, begin arguing as Kate holds the Roulette belt up for everyone to see. Melanie tries to push Candy into the mud as Candy does the same to the champion when Kate turns around and shoves them both -- knocking both Bombshells into the mud with a wet splat!

Adams: Yes! Yes! Yes!

As both champion and challenger attempt to right themselves, Kate happily calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Melanie gets up to her feet and points a finger of accusation at an innocence professing "Siren"!

Simone: The champion is hot and with good reason! And before you say anything, shut up Jason!

Adams: What'd I say? What'd I say?

As Melanie argues with "the Siren", Candy manages to carefully get back up to her feet and she grabs Gabrielle and rolls her up from behind into a surprise school girl pin as Kate Steele counts against the edge of the pit!

1.....
2.....
Melanie gets her shoulder up!

Adams: Oh Candy almost got a fast win there!

Simone: Isn't the referee supposed to actually step inside of the mud pit with the wrestlers?

Adams: Who do you think Kate is? Geno Junior?

Candy grabs a handful of the champion's hair and pulls her into a keeling position and lands a back handed chop to her chest, knocking her back into the mud, flat on her back. Candy delivers two stomps down into the champion's exposed body and then drags her up roughly to a standing position and snapmares her over, immediately wrapping her legs around Gabrielle's midsection in a body scissors.

Simone: More than any other type of match stip on that wheel, this one ha to be hindering both of their wrestling styles.

Adams: You bet! Melanie is an aerialist while Candy is a striker and technical. How can you do any of that in mud?

Candy wraps an arm around Melanie's chin from behind, wrenching her in a rear chinlock as she retains the body scissors, squeezing for all she's worth, attempting to wrest the title away from her opposition. Kate calls in to ask Melanie if she wants to submit, but unsurprisingly, the champion refuses. Hearing this, Candy pulls her head back and traps her head under her arm in a dragon sleeper/body scissors combo!

Simone: I have to hand it to Candy Overton. She is really adapting to this environment well with her style.

As Melanie again refuses to submit to Overton, Candy releases the dragon sleeper but retains the scissors and she begins to deliver a series of forearm shots to the back of Gabrielle's head and neck. She then grabs Melanie into a full nelson for a third submission attempt, but this time Melanie fights back almost immediately -- using her legs to push herself back, thus pushing Candy onto her back with Gabrielle on top for a cover!

1.....
2.....
And Candy is forced to let go of the full nelson in order to keep from getting pinned.

Adams: I'm just surprised Melanie was able to get some footing like that.

Melanie begins to struggle in the body scissors, throwing shots into Candy's legs, until she is able to turn around while on her knees and still in the hold. Melanie slowly stands up, with Candy dangling off of her with her legs, and the champion falls back, catapulting the challenger across the mud pit and against its side.

Simone: I guess that's one way to fight your way out of a body scissors.

Candy starts to rise, holding her side from where she landed against the edge of the pit. Melanie comes up to her from behind and connects with an Enzugari to the back of the head, knocking Overton out over the edge of the mud pit and tumbling to the floor. Melanie holds her arm up to the fans and then climbs out after her.

Adams: Aw boo! BOO! Get them back in there Kate!

Simone: Looks like she's trying!

Melanie grabs Candy and delivers a hard right hand to her head, but Candy fights back, swinging an elbow into the champion's trim stomach. Kate walks up to both women and orders them back into the mud, when Candy and Melanie look at each other, nod -- THEN GRAB Kate STEELE AND FLING HER INTO THE MUD PIT!! The crowd cheers, loving it!

Simone: Oh Kate Steele is PISSED!

Kate slowly rises on her hands and knees, her entire front from the head down wet with mud! She wipes her face and starts screaming at the champion and challenger!

Adams: But I'm a happy camper!

The brawl on the outside of the mud continues and Melanie and Candy grab one another in dual side headlocks and lose their footing, tumbling over the edge and back into the mud! Melanie ends up on top, straddling Overton's body and she throws several shots down into her exposed head! Melanie then drags her upright, only to knock her right back down with a European uppercut! Candy slowly starts to rise and Melanie lashes out with a side kick to the side of the head, knocking Overton silly! Melanie then drops down and goes for the cover as a disgusted Kate finds she has little choice but to remain inside and count.

1.....
2.....
Candy gets her shoulder up!

Melanie then pulls Candy up to her feet one again, only this time she scoops her up onto her shoulders in a fireman's carry.

Simone: Careful...

And Melanie collapses back, crushing Candy in a wet splash ala a Samoan drop! Melanie then stands up, rather than go for the pin, and she carefully steps up onto the side of the mud pit. She carefully glances back at the fallen Candy and leaps backward...

Adams: She hit a Moonsault in the mud!

Simone: That's certainly a first!

Melanie lands on top of her opponent and covers her, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Candy kicks out!

Annoyed, Melanie stands up and starts to argue with Kate Steele, who argues right back! Melanie pushes Kate who stumbles back and almost slips in the mud, and then the special guest referee shoves the champion! Only Melanie slips back into the waiting arms of Candy and Overton hits a German suplex -- but is unable to bridge due to the mud!

Simone: That move could have ended bad for both women!

Candy grabs Melanie into a front facelock, pulling her up, and she whips her over into a splash with a snap suplex! Candy then goes right back to work and she brings her up, tucks her head under Gabrielle's arms and brings her up and over into a bridge...

Adams: Wow! Northern Lights suplex!

1.....
2.....
But Candy's foot slips in the mud and she loses the pin!

Simone: Had it not been for her losing her footing, Candy Overton almost became the Roulette Champion!

But Candy does not let it detract her as she immediately switches it over into a cross arm breaker! Melanie fights and struggles, as Kate asks her if she wants to submit but the champion won't budge! Rather Melanie uses the side of the mud pit to press her feet against and roll the hold over on top of Candy in a cover!

1.....
2.....
And Candy has to let go of the hold to keep from being pinned!

Adams: Oh that was close!

Candy stares hard at Kate Steele, slicking her mud soaked hair back from out of her eyes. She grabs the champion and pulls her up by the arm, then attempts a short-arm clothesline -- only to have Melanie ducks the blow and connects with a clothesline of her own!

Simone: Christ! Fighting in mud like this has to be taking an early toll on both women!

Adams: Its sure taking a toll on me, watching this!

Melanie rolls Candy over onto her stomach and she starts fighting dirty -- PUN NOT INTENDED -- and she shoves her head and face under the mud, holding her down as Kate counts against her!

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

And Melanie lets go of her and Candy rises, gasping and spitting mud out! Melanie then stands up and rolls Overton over into a double leg nelson pin!

1.....
2.....
Candy kicks out!

Melanie pounds her fists into the mud, clearly frustrated!

Simone: The Roulette Champion is finding out that its harder to score a win in a match like this than most others.

Melanie then backs up to the side of the mud pit and steps up onto the edge. She waits as Candy slowly gets to her feet, and as Overton turns around to face her, the champion jumps off in a suicide dive and crashes into Candy, but the challenger uses the momentum to roll through until she is on top and cradles both legs!

1.....
2.....
Kick out by Melanie Gabrielle!

Adams: SO close!

Candy then stands and calls out to the cheering fans as she pulls the rising Melanie into a side headlock! Candy then kicks her feet up against the side of the mud pit, going for the Tooth Decay, but Melanie counters by falling back into a Saito suplex!

Simone: What a counter! Had Candy hit that it would have been all over and we would have had a new champion!

Adams: But she didn't!

Melanie slowly pulls Candy up and she lifts her up over her shoulder. She holds her legs with one arm and her head with the other -- and drops her in a Kryptonite Krunch!

Adams: OH!

Melanie lies back over Candy and cradles both legs!

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: And Melanie Gabrielle's dominance of the roulette division continues!

Melanie climbs out of the mud pit as she is handed the championship belt and she holds it up to the cheering crowd!

Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion -- Melanie GABRIELLE!

Melanie makes her exit as Kate Steele climbs out of the ring and Miss Ravenwood forcibly assists Candy up from the mud, careful not to dirty herself.

The camera cuts backstage to see Pussy Willow standing outside of a locker room. The nameplate on the door read, MIKAH in big, bold turquoise letters with the print, SCW Bombshell champion scrawled underneath it in fancy, script font.

PW: I'm standing outside of the Bombshell Champion's locker room, hoping to get a chance to speak with her before her match tonight.

Pussy Willow knocks on the door and a minute and a half passes by before Mikah pulls the door open to come face-to-face with the backstage interviewer. Mikah opens the door, wearing her ring attire but with her NEW turquoise, 'I Support Drinking Habits' t-shirt covering the top, her white bottoms being the only part of her attire other than her boots,visible.

Mikah: ...

Mikah didn't know what to say the buxom blonde interviewer.

PW: Mikah, I wanted to get a few words before your match tonight.

Mikah: Okay, those were a few words.

Mikah goes to shut the door in Pussy Willow's face but Pussy Willow stops her from doing so.

PW: I meant a few questions!

Mikah: Then you should be more specific from the start, right?

Mikah cocks her head to the side as she flips her wavy blonde locks over her shoulder then adjusts her championship, which was sitting pretty on her left shoulder.

PW: How are you feeling going into tonight's match?

Mikah: Am I supposed to be feeling a certain way?

Mikah raises an eyebrow, finding a way to work around Pussy Willow's questions.

PW: Are you nervous?

Mikah: Why would I be nervous?

Mikah laughs a bit, seeing the interviewer become slightly frustrated with the non-answering of the questions.

PW: Because you could LOSE your championship without even being pinned!

Mikah: But I could also retain my championship, too. Did you ever think about that possibility?

Mikah looks at the interviewer with an eyebrow raised and for a moment, Pussy Willow seems speechless.

Mikah: I bet that never crossed your mind, did it blondie? I am very capable of winning a triple threat match and I think that I proved that at Summer XXXtreme, right? I beat both Veronica Taylor AND that flake, Amanda Cortez. Triple threat matches aren't a bother to me.

PW: But what if you DO lose, what will your plan of action be?

Mikah shoots a glare at the interviewer and rolls her eyes.

Mikah: You always have to be thinking about what is going to happen if I lose. Maybe you should have some faith in me. I AM the most dominant champion IN SCW. Whether you want to admit it or not. Nobody has beat me for my belt or even come CLOSE to doing so. So, yes I am saying that I am the most dominant champion AND Bombshell in SCW. Do you have any other retarded, moronic questions bimbo?

Mikah shoots a dirty look in Pussy Willow's direction as she stands there, tapping her foot.

PW: One last one, do you feel any guilt about sending Drake Green to jail for his actions at the last Climax Control?

Mikah lets another laugh roll off of her tongue as she looks at the lady.

Mikah: Guilt?! Me?!

Mikah laughs again before shaking her head no.

Mikah: No, Drake deserved what he got. He thinks just because he's some big, Dollar Bin Movie guy that he can get away with kidnapping and assault. Well, I proved tonight that he can't get away with shit.

PW: But you took away the main event from the fans. . .

Mikah rolls her eyes before looking at Pussy Willow with a sneer on her face.

Mikah: Drake himself took that away from the fans. He chose to do what he did last week and now he has to accept the consequences for his actions. So like Christian likes to say, he has nobody to blame but himself.

Mikah pushes Pussy Willow forcefully to the ground before disappearing back into her locker room and slamming the door in the camera's face.

All of the lights in the building slowly fade out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. Then the voices of little girls is heard over the speakers, reciting;

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and introducing first…from the other side of Darkness…weighing in at two hundred forty six pounds…Brother GRIMM!!

Arriving at ringside, Brother Grimm pauses and casts a sidelong glance at the fans seated at ringside, staring them down until the fans hurriedly break eye contact. Only then does Grimm show the faintest trace of a devlish smirk before he turns back to the ring. Gripping the middle rope with his hand, he hauls himself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Grimm begins to remove his attire to reveal an ivory-white and muscled upper body adorned with faint scars. He passes his armor and tunic out to the attendant, then turns back, ready to start the match.

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repetitive line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'J2H' appear on the screen

J2H appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. He lifts a fist, the fist at head height. He nods and starts walking towards the ring. The shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "Power" written on the back of the shorts.

Justin Decent: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is J2H!

J2H reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. J2H moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again.

Simone: James better be ready for Grimm tonight.

J2H sees Grimm moving towards him and slides out of the ring before Grimm can get his hands on him.

Adams: That might be a good idea for him to get some air before the match.

DING DING DING!

The bell rings as Grimm stands in the middle of the ring, an evil grin spreading across his face as J2H paces on the outside, a look of concern on his face as the bell rings. Grabbing the middle rope, James pulls himself onto the apron but jumps back as Grimm lunges towards him. The referee moves Grimm back and then begins to count. J2H gets back on the apron but as Grimm approaches again, reaches into the ring and tripping him up, J2H pulls Grimm to the corner and slams his leg around the turnbuckle post. Grimm grabs at his leg as James rolls into the ring and bounces on the canvas with a cocky smile like he just beat the champion.

Simone: James does something no one has ever done before and that is beat Grimm at his own game.

Adams: I don’t think that he was smart to do that. Probably only made Grimm mad

Simone: That is true Jason. But it looks like Grimm is limping a bit.

In the ring, Grimm gets to his feet and turns to look at J2H who realizes that the man is back to his feet. Favoring his leg, Grimm and James lock up in the middle of the ring and Grimm wraps James into a headlock and then is tossed into the ropes before taking down J2H with a hard shoulder block. Picking up J2H, Grimm lets him sway slightly before sending him to the mat again with an uppercut palm strike. James rolls to the side, his hand covering his chin as he checks for blood. Talking to the referee, he holds up his hand showing the ref some non-existent blood. The referee shakes his head and motions for J2H to face Grimm. As he does, Grimm tries to take him off his feet with a clothesline but James ducks then turns with kick to Grimm’s midsection then catches him with a swinging neckbreaker.

Adams: Look at James go

Simone: He is just lucky to have missed being taken out of his boots.

J2H pulls Grimm to his feet and whips him into the corner and follows him in with a knee to the face. Grimm is rocked backwards as J2H smiles as he plays to the crowd. Grimm shakes his head and then moves out of the corner. James turns only to be caught by Grimm who lifts him in a two handed choke before turning and slamming him into the mat. James rolls in pain as his hands rub at his throat. Grimm moves menacingly towards J2H who quickly rolls under the ropes. The referee moves between the pair as J2H stands on the apron. Using an eye gouge on the advancing Grimm, James jumps to the top rope then launches himself at Brother Grimm with a high crossbody that takes him down to the mat. Struggling to grab his leg, James tries to roll up Grimm who manages to force his shoulder up.

Simone: That was quite close.

Adams: J2H almost got the win? What is the world coming to?

James gets to his feet and glares at the referee who motions only a two count. James pulls Grimm around and catching up his legs, slingshots Grimm into the ropes but as Grimm bounces off the ropes he turns and drops with an elbow into the midsection of J2H. Catching James, he pulls the younger man up and then whips him into the ropes only to catch him with a tiltawhirl slam that makes J2H arch in pain. Grimm gets to his knees and reaches for James.

Simone: It looks like Brother Grimm is going to catch J2H in the Night Terror.

Adams: James sees is coming and he is getting out of dodge.

J2H scrambles away from the reaching Grimm and slides out of the ring. Shaking his head, he decides to leave the match. Grimm rolls to the outside and moves behind J2H who sees him and rolls back into the ring. Grimm is about to roll in but is stopped by J2H who bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a baseball slide that sends his opponent into the barricade. Getting to his feet, J2H watches as the referee begins his ten count on the man on the outside. Finally J2H rolls to the outside breaking up the count and beginning to slam hard right hands into the head of Grimm. The referee is counting the pair of them out. James slams Grimm’s head into the apron then rolls him into the ring and climbs in after him. Quickly to his feet, J2H puts his boot on the face of Grimm and scraps his boot on the eyes of the downed man. James smirks as his opponent rolls in pain close to the ropes. Putting a boot on the downed Grimm, J2H motioned for the referee to make the count. The referee doesn’t count as Grimm put his foot on the bottom rope.

Adams: J2H isn’t going to get a win that way. Grimm is a tougher opponent than that.

Simone: And if James thinks that he can argue a win with the referee.

Grimm rolls to his feet as J2H argues with the referee about not counting as Grimm rises to his feet. Moving behind J2H, Grimm whips him around and grounds him with scoop slam. As James works his way to his feet Grimm kicks him in the midsection. Catching James with a rear choke, Grimm spins sending James to the canvas once more. Scooping up the young man, Grimm slams him back to the mat. James holds up his hands in surrender after he rolls to his knees. Grimm shakes his head negatively then reaches for James who slams his thumb into Grimm’s eye. Grimm stumbles away rubbing his eye. James gets to his feet and stalks towards the pale man who swings at J2H who easily ducks the right hand. J2H catches his arm and spins him around before grabbing his hair and pulling him down onto his knee.

Adams: It looks like James has gotten over his fear huh?

Simone: I don’t think that J2H was afraid of Grimm to begin with.

Adams: Maybe he should have been. Because looking at Grimm now, he is scary.

Grimm’s eyes burn as he wipes at his face, pain etched behind the grim look. Getting to his feet slowly, he feels the hard rights that J2H begins to slam onto his head. Finally on his feet, Grimm catches James once more with two hands around his throat. Lifting him off his feet, Grimm lets James hang from his hands as a feral grin crosses his lips. James eyes widen in surprise and fear as he realizes that Grimm has gotten his second win. Grimm slams James to the mat then pulls him into his legs and hooks James’ arms behind his back…

Simone: Oh my, I think that Grimm is going to be bringing James to the Boneyard!

Adams: I can’t look

Grimm pulls J2H up and lands with a hard sit down piledriver that lays James out. Rolling him over, Brother Grimm grabs his leg and rolls him up as the referee drops to the mat and slaps the canvas.

Justin Decent: The winner of the match…BROTHER GRIMM!!

Simone: James tried his best but we need to have someone come down and check on the young man.

In a part of the field away from the ringside area, Stoner Scott Oliver is standing by with the former two time SCW world heavyweight champion "The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson. In a dress shirt and slacks, the former champion still looks the part as opposed to how the current champion dresses. Despite not having the championship belt around his waist, Sean is sporting a smile.

As Stoner raises the mic to speak, the former champion places his hand on it, preventing the backstage interviewer to continue.

Jackson: You know Scott Oliver, for more than a month, I have had to listen to your so-called world champion drag on about a championship belt that was practically handed to him. But hey, if that is what Christian Underwood looks for in a world champion, then so be it. However...

Extending his arms ever so slightly, the former world champion takes a slow turn in front of the camera, showing off the threads that only a true world champion would be wearing.

Jackson: THIS Christian, is what a true world champion looks like. But again, it is obvious that different standards run in different circles because if I was running a company, a goof ball like Lord Raab could never be champion.

On his wrist is an expensive Rolex watch, solid god wrist band, a crystal face plate with diamond studs.

Jackson: Where I dress for success, that sorry excuse for a champion wears a dingy, smelly, cheap knock off mask where not only is he an embarrassment for this company, but also for the championship that represents it.

It is obvious that Sean Jackson is no longer ignoring Raab.

Jackson: Lord Raab, the luxury yacht I have parked off shore is worth more than every earthly possession you have. I have suits back home in Dallas, Texas that is worth more than your home. While you run around with another man, doing Lord only knows what, I walk around with one of the most beautiful women on the planet.

The Mental Rapist cracks that million dollar smile as he turns his attention to Stoner.

Jackson: Pamela is beautiful, isn't she?

Scott doesn't quite know how to respond. Does he acknowledge that she is, and somehow trigger something negative? or does he simply not answer and risk offending a man who has legitimately held the world championship on two separate occasions? As he struggles with what to do, Sean quickly lets him off the hook.

Jackson: Come on Stoner, don't be bashful. It is just us guys, talking about a beautiful woman, it is what we do. I mean, you are a man's man...right?

Stoner, seeing an opportunity to bond with the former champion begins to respond.

Stoner: Well, I have...

Jackson: There you go Stoner, you do have an eye for lovely women. I mean, that is why women dress themselves up like that, for us to admire them, to cherish them, and to love them. But then you have that idiot Raab who likes to look at men, who enjoys taking it up the tail pipe in a game called...

Sean alternately dips his pinky finger and thumb, causing his hand to move side to side.

Jackson: Hide the sausage.

Stoner is getting more uncomfortable as this interview progresses.

Jackson: But who am I to criticize the SCW for wanting that kind of person to represent it's most prestegious title?

The former world champion shrugs.

Jackson: Kind of makes you wonder how Raab "earned" his shot?

Sean turns from Stoner and is now addressing Raab personally.

Jackson: I would say that as soon as I'm finished with Despayre later on tonight, I would be turning my attention back to you...

The smirk slowly disappears.

Jackson: But you won't be the world champion. The fact of the matter is that you lucked into the championship, then lucked out a second time against me. You are nothing more than a weak excuse, a beneficiary of circumstance where you no more deserve that title than Stoner deserves this interview. You were beaten Raab, I know it, you know it, and the front office knows it....

The camera pans in tight.

Jackson: But like a true brain dead idiot, you want to piss on the SCW fans and tell them that it is raining. Well after tonight, you go back into obscurity. You go back to being a nothing, a nobody, a joke with an asterisk by his world championship reign.

Since Raab wanted to make this personal, Sean Jackson was only too willing to oblige.

Jackson: And nothing you can say or do will ever change that fact.

After giving Raab more attention that he was worthy of, Sean turns his attention towards the opponent of the night, that being SCW Internet Champion Despayre.

Jackson: Now then, on to Despayre.

Turning his attention back to Stoner, the backstage interviewer already has his question ready.

Stoner: Sean, the war or words has been extreme to say the least between Synn and yourself. Of course this is between you and Despayre, but you have gone out of your way to poke the hornet's nest with Synn....

Again Sean begins to smirk. Even though Stoner is painting a dire picture, he doesn't seem to care because long before this match was made, the Mental Rapist had a plan.

Stoner: Insulting him, insulting Despayre's mother...

Sean rolls his eyes.

Jackson: It is called a steel cage Stoner. A structure designed to keep people out, as well as to keep the competitors in. I chose the steel cage because now I can do whatever I want, whenever I want, and no one will be able to stop me. Not the ref, not Christian Underwood, and definitely not Synn.

The attention goes back to the camera.

Jackson: Synn, you made the mistake of putting your hands on my wife and now, your son will pay for it. I chose the cage because the Internet Championship was only the icing on the proverbial cake...

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: Where your son was the actual prize. Two weeks ago there was only two targets on my radar, that being Raab and your son. Well I'm not leaving San Juan without blood on my hands and since the powers that be offered him up....

Abruptly the smile stops. His eyes now cold, dark.

Jackson: It is my job to make him bleed, and bleed he will Synn. That I can promise.

With that, Sean steps out of the shot and leaves Stoner on his own.

Backstage, the reigning Internet Champion Despayre was keeping himself busy, preparing for his upcoming championship title defense against Sean Jackson. He is at the foyer of the backstage area with Angel, who is dressed in a bite-sized coach's uniform, while a cadre of hulking bodyguards stands ready to defend the popular teddy bear should someone decide to get cute -- again. Despayre tries to jump rope, but gets his feet caught in the tangle of the rope and trips, falling to his knees. He gets up and starts again, with pretty much the same end game. He huffs, third time's the charm, when a hot voice behind him causes him to pause and turn around.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, but I happen to WORK here!

The comely reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains, stands face to chest with one of Angel's guards, trying to get past but without much success.

Despayre: Hi!

Miss Rocky Mountains: Despayre, I was sent to ask you a question or two but Godzilla here won't let me...

Despayre: Yeah, they take their jobs as Angel's protection seriously! It's okay Butch!

Despayre waves the biggest of the guards down. Who also just so happens to be female... oopsy!

Despayre: She's safe! ... (mumbles) If what Gabriel told me once is true.

The guard reluctantly steps aside and allows Miss Rocky Mountains to pass and approach the champion, who starts to react shyly as he tends to whenever around a pretty girl.

Miss Rocky Mountains: Despayre, if you don't mind my asking, where did you get the bodyguards for Angel?

Despayre: The Queen of England. She saw what happened a few weeks ago and was not pleased at all! Nosiree!

He looks around in a conspiracy manner and then whispers to Miss Rocky Mountains.

Despayre: She and Angel are very good chums, you know.

Miss Rocky Mountains: You don't say?

Despayre: I did say. Didn't you hear...?

Despayre is suddenly interrupted by the shrill blast of a whistle, making he and Miss Rocky Mountains jump. Despayre rolls his eyes and then points towards the teddy bear who has just such a whistle, making the reporter do a double take.

Despayre: You'll hafta forgive him. He's really been riding my toast to be ready for this match.

Miss Rocky Mountains: And are you?

Despayre nods with a smile.

Despayre: Yuh huh! Everybody's been helping me because everybody wants to see me whip Sean for what he tried to do'd! You just don't touch a man's bear and expect to get away with...

Another blast from the whistle makes Despayre cringe!

Despayre: STOP blowing that gosh darned whistle for goodness sake!

Despayre stared at the teddy bear with his fists on his hips, scowling as best he could at such a perfect display of fuzzy adorkableness, when his eyes opened wide.

Despayre: You're going to shove that whistle where!?

Hurriedly, Despayre leaned over to Miss Rocky and whispers.

Despayre: Where exactly is my corn chute?

Justin: The following contest is the Lethal Lottery tag tam match!

The Lights throughout the entire Sin City Wrestling arena dim simultaneously on out throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness as “Critical Acclaim” By Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare on out of the sound system across the arena. As it does a white strobe light flickers on and can be seen throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere “Showtime” Desmond Knight appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans as a devilish Cheshire cat like grin can be seen on Knight's face.

Knight paces the entrance isle, left to right as he does the fans of Sin City Wrestling can be heard giving him nothing but disapproval and disdain as he steps out into entrance isle as various chants of "You Suck" and “You’ve been Canceled” can be heard along with various Jeers, and boo’s, before finally retaking center stage.

Justin: "Weighing in tonight at Two-hundred and Fifteen pounds, he stands approximately Six foot Zero inches in height. He hails from British Columbia, Canada he is... "SHOWTIME” DEEEEEEEEESMOND KNNNNNNNNNNNIGHT!!!!!"

Knight slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle as the white strobe light turns to a solid piercing light blue light which can be seen shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds.

Knight soaks in boo’s and jeers, and chants of disdain from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity, and hatred towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline and blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring. Knight slowly walks on down the isle, once at ringside he walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them.

Knight wipes the bottoms of his boots off on the ring canvas below him, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the jeers, and remarks of disdain from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

Justin: His tag team partner is from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... Joshua Acquin!

"Nightmare" 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.

Justin: Introducing their opponents!

Untravelled Road's throbbing beat and clapping begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.

Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada ... Connor MURPHY!

Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.

Simone: Many out there feel it's only a matter of time before Connor and his teammate in the Nobodies, Tim Staggs, target the World Tag Team Championships.

Adams: Think they were watching the championship match earlier?

Simone: I can practically guarantee it.

Justin: His tag team partner is from Birmingham, England, weighing 225 pounds ... Simon Jones!

The intro of "Simon Says" By Drain STH plays over the arena's PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Adams: You know I bet when Simon Jones said he wanted to find a partner to go after the championship, this isn't what he had in mind.

Simone: Well Simon's eye is still roaming the roster to find the perfect tag team partner. Somehow I doubt Connor fits the bill where the former World Champion is concerned.

Adams: It's still going to be fun to see how these four Superstars blend as tag teams.

Both Simon Jones and Desmond Knight set foot outside onto the aprons of their respective corners as Connor and Acquin are elected to begin as the opening bell rings.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Connor and Joshua lock up in the center of the ring and Connor throws Joshua over, courtesy of an arm drag. Joshua quickly gets up and tries to clothesline Connor but Connor ducks and catches Acquin's extended arm and turns him around, bringing him down to the mat with a swinging neck breaker! Connor goes for a fast cover.

1.....
Acquin kicks out straight away.

Connor grabs his legs and pulls him back in to the middle of the ring, holding his legs up. Joshua kicks Connor off and gets back to his feet. The two men are back up and immediately Connor grabs Acquin in a side headlock but Joshua shoves him off into the ropes and as they collide in the center of the ring with a shoulder block, it's Murphy who hits the mat hard. Connor stumbles back to his feet and against the ropes and as he comes forward, Joshua hits him in the back of the leg with a chop block. Connor hits the mat hard and Joshua takes advantage of his previous move by kicking him in the back of the knee three times, then picking his leg up by the foot and throwing his knee down into the mat.

Simone: That's a fast way to dislocate another man's knee.

Joshua grabs Connor's head and drags him to his feet, then slams him face first in to his own corner and tags in his partner, Desmond Knight. Desmond comes in and start to punch Connor in the head a few times, backing him against the ropes. Desmond grabs his arm and tries to Irish whip Connor in to the ropes, but Murphy reverses it. Desmond comes back and Connor pounces on him with a Thesz press and lays into him with a flurry of blows to the head!

Adams: Boy Connor sure doesn't mind playing rough, does he?

Simone: No he does not. We've seen examples of that in many of his past matches.

Connor picks Desmond up and rams him back first in to the turnbuckles of the corner where Simon is standing. He keeps holding him up with one arm and tags in Simon with the other hand. Simon jumps up to the top rope and jumps off with a missile dropkick, knocking Desmond down to the mat, head over heels! Simon wastes no times in pulling Desmond up and whips him over with a belly to belly suplex into a cover!

1.....
2.....
Knight kicks out!

Simon drags him up into a front facelock and cradles his leg with a free arm, bringing him up and over with a fisherman's suplex and bridge!

1.....
2.....
Desmond kicks out again!

Adams: Two straight pin attempts there by Simon, but neither took.

Simone: We're seeing a prime example as to why he's a former World Champion. Simon wastes no time in there. He goes for the pin every chance he gets.

Simon pulls Desmond to his feet and Irish whips him into the far corner and jumps on him, hitting him with two forearms to the sternum. Simon then goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Desmond reverses it. Desmond scoops him up for a sidewalk slam but Simon scissors his head and takes him over with a flying head scissors. Desmond quickly scrambles to his corner and tags in Joshua, who quickly charges in. Simon takes him over with a Japanese arm drag, but Joshua springs up to his feet and runs at Simon again. Simon takes him down with a hiptoss and quickly hits a spinning legdrop across Joshua's chest.

Simone: Simon and Connor are in complete control so far.

Simon goes for an Irish whip but Joshua reverses it for a clothesline but Simon ducks, grabs him around the waist from behind and brings him over with a release German suplex! The impact folds Acquin in half and Simon doves atop of him in a jackknife cover!

1.....
2.....
Joshua gets his shoulder up!

Adams: Boy Acquin was doing a full cowgirl for Simon Jones!

Simone: You are one sick and twisted son of a...

Joshua gets up to his feet, caught off guard and Simon runs right into him with a clothesline! Joshua gets back up and Simon clotheslines him right back down a second time! Simon sends him into the corner and charges in for a dropkick but Joshua moves out of the way at the last moment it and Simon crash lands with a thud!

Simone: Oh a mistake like that will turn the tide right away for Acquin and Knight!

Joshua tags out and Desmond tells everyone that he wants the Nobody aka Connor rather than the former World Champion!

Adams: Is he joking? They have Simon down!

Simone: Rookie mistake!

Connor gives the camera a cocky grin and accepts the tag from the dazed Simon Jones. The fans cheer as the Nobody spits to the floor and then climbs into the ring. The pair slowly circle the ring and Desmond asks for a test of strength and Connor looks at him curiously, but shrugs. Connor looks out to the fans and smirks, then accepts. Connor and Desmond lock up one hand, and then the other, but before they could engage in the test, Desmond delivered a kick to Connor's knee, buckling him down to the mat!

Simone: Sneaky move by Desmond.

Adams: And it worked.

Desmond gloats, looking at the fans and Connor looks up at him in anger. Connor suddenly sweeps Knights legs out from under him and he pounces on his opponent, throwing more fists into his head as the crowd rallies behind him! Connor drags Desmond up to his feet and goes to send him into the near corner, but Desmond reverses it and sends him in instead! Desmond then charges in after him but Connor wheels around and nearly takes Knight's head off with a roundhouse kick! Connor pulls Desmond up into a front facelock and lifts him up for a suplex but turns it into a falcon's arrow, hooking the leg!

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Joshua runs in and breaks it up!

Connor body slams Desmond and tags Simon, then holds him down as the former world champion goes up top and leaps, landing atop of Desmond Knight with a shooting star press! Simon goes for the cover but Drew Patton is forcing Connor out!

Adams: Look out!

Joshua runs in and grabs Simon, dragging him off of Knight and he DDT's him!

Adams: Oh that sneaky little...!

Simone: I guess that shows one reason why Joshua Acquin has excelled in tag team competition in the past!

Joshua jumps out as Desmond makes the cover!

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3 - No! Kick out by Simon Jones!

Desmond tags Joshua and they whip Simon into the ropes, double kick him in the stomach and double suplex him over! Joshua then makes the cover as Knight runs over and decks Connor, knocking him off of the apron!

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Simon arches his back, taking his shoulders off the mat!

Adams: That's a unique way to keep from being pinned!

Joshua punches him in the stomach, then drags him to his feet and runs his face into the corner and sets him up onto the top rope. Joshua climbs up and brings Simon crashing down onto the back of his head and neck with a superplex! Joshua rolls Simon over and Drew drops down again to count!

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Connor gets in and kicks Joshua in the head, breaking it up!

Simone: Turn a bout is fair play!

Drew forces Connor out as Joshua and Desmond double team Simon in the corner without mercy! Desmond holds him secure by the back of his trunks and chokes him with the tag rope while Joshua assaults him with heavy punches to the ribs and stomach! Joshua tags Desmond and Desmond jumps in and lifts Simon up and brings him over with a capture suplex! Desmond makes the cover!

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Simon gets his shoulder up!

Desmond whips him into the corner and runs in with a running lariat, sending Simon onto his butt! Desmond then backs up a number of steps and runs right in, leaping and crashing into Jones with a cannon ball! Desmond drags him out by the foot and covers him!

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Simon kicks out!

Simone: Simon Jones has got to make that tag to Connor!

Desmond sets Simon up for a powerbomb but Simon lands on his feet behind him! Simon jumps and makes the tag -- but Drew's attention was diverted by Joshua Acquin and didn't see it! Connor tries to get in and protests heavily as Drew forces him back out and Desmond and Joshua are beating Simon down into the mat!

Adams: Come N Drew!

Simone: He didn't see the tag! If he didn't see it, then he can't allow it!

The illegal man, Joshua, stays in and spinning belly-to-belly suplexes Simon into a cover!

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Simon kicks out!

Adams: He didn't see that tag either but he allowed it!

Joshua then sits on Simon's back and traps him in a camel clutch! Simon's face is dark red as sweat pours from his forehead! Joshua pulls back on his neck with all his strength when Connor jumps into the ring and spears Joshua from behind, breaking the hold!

Adams: And Connor isn't afraid to fight fire with fire either!

Connor goes back to his corner and stomps his feet and claps his hands, along with the fans, rallying behind Simon! Joshua sends Simon into the corner and runs in at him but Simon slides through his legs and tags Connor!

Adams: There we go!

Connor jumps in and spears Joshua and Desmond tries to run in but Connor boots him in the face! Connor grabs Joshua and whips him into Desmond, knocking him out to the floor! Connor has Joshua against the ropes and is beating his head and stomach with fists and then grabs him in a front facelock and begins burying knees into his midsection, one right after the other! Connor then sends him into the ropes and catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl suplex into a cover

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Joshua kicks out!

Connor drags him up and sends him into the corner and Avalanche splashes him! Connor then scoops him up and drops him into a back breaker! Connor stands up and runs into the ropes and jumps for a diving elbow, but Acquin rolls out of the way! Joshua manages to crawl and get the tag but Connor, already back on his feet, flips Desmond into the ring and starts stomping on him! Connor pulls Desmond up and tags Simon back into the match!

Adams: is it too soon to be tagging Simon back in already?

Simone: I guess we'll find out soon enough!

Simon climbs over the ropes and stands on the middle turnbuckle as Connor drags Desmond up and passes him to Jones, Knight's legs under Simon's arms and Jones's legs over his arms...

Adams: He's going for Into Oblivion!

Joshua climbs into the ring to break it up but Connor dashes over and clotheslines him with such intensity that it knocks both men out over the top rope, with Acquin hitting the floor hard and Connor crashing on top of him! Inside the ring, Simon collapses forward and hits Into Oblivion! Simon rolls Desmond over and hooks the leg!

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3!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Here are your winners -- SIMON JONES and CONNOR MURPHY!

Connor climbs back into the ring and begrudgingly fist bumps Simon before Drew raises the arms of both men to the cheers of the crowd! Outside of the ring, a ringside official is checking on Joshua Acquin who is holding his head with a pained expression on his face!

Adams: He looks like he might be hurt.

Simone: It looked to me like he came down on the back of his head and then Connor landed on top of him for good measure. It's possible Joshua Acquin may have a concussion.

The camera opens up backstage. Alexis Edwards, one of the women who will be fighting for the Internet Bombshell Championship later on in the night, is seen standing outside of the Bombshell’s locker room, leaning against the wall. She is already dressed and ready for her match, and she has a clear look of boredom on her face. A few moments pass before she pushes herself away from the wall and looks down the hall.

Lex: Screw this waiting shit. I need to go find something to do.

She then starts walking down the hall, without a specific mission in mind. She doesn’t appear to be looking for anyone or anything in particular as she slowly walks down the hall. Just as she is about to pass by another corridor, someone bumps right into her. Someone large enough to knock her straight on her ass. She looks shocked, and extremely angry as she gets back to her feet, with no help offered from the other person.

Lex: What the fuck?! Don’t you watch where you’re walking, asshole?!

A low chuckling can be heard and when the camera turns to see the culprit, it is an all too familiar and equally, if not more, intimidating face in former SCW Heavyweight Champion and the Sin of Wrath himself…Rage! Alexis is glaring up at him, waiting for him to answer, but he just keeps his arms folded across his chest. His brother Phillip, appears behind him soon after.

Lex: What? You’ve got nothing to say for yourself, big man? Who the fuck are you anyway? BOTH of you?

Rage raises an eyebrow at her curiously.

Rage: You know, I think you resemble Kittie more than you resemble me. Too many fuckin’ hormones making you bat shit crazy.

Rage laughs at his own joke against Alexis. It clearly doesn’t impress her. Phillip is a little surprised, too, as he elbows his brother in the side, but it has little effect on Rage.

Lex: YOU are that Rage asshole I keep hearing about? Shit, you don’t live up to the hype much.

Phillip manages to laugh at that and Rage growls and glares at him. Phillip holds his hands up defensively.

Phil: What? I thought it was funny.

Rage: Yeah, you would when it was a shot at me! Shut the fuck up Phil!

Phillip shakes his head and goes quiet as Alexis continues to glare at Rage.

Lex: I don’t see the resemblance either. I’m not some ‘roided up freak with fake hair.

Phillip stifles a laugh, if only for his own safety. Rage shakes his head and lets out a sigh.

Rage: No, you’re just some pathetic little nobody who likes to bitch and moan when she doesn’t get the attention she thinks she deserves. Word of advice, little girl, it ain’t doing you any favors.

Lex: Why the fuck should I take advice from you? You’re not even on the active roster, are you?

Rage: Phil, doesn’t she remind you of Kittie? Kid has a mouth on her that’s for sure.

Phillip shrugs, not sure he even wants to answer that. Either way, a wrong answer could come back to bite him in the ass from Rage or Alexis.

Lex: Who the fuck is Kittie? Dude, you’re really starting to annoy the shit out of me, so get out of my way before—

Rage: Before what? What exactly are you gonna do if I don’t?

Lex: Dude, I don’t know if you’ve realized but your balls, which I’m sure are the size of marbles, by the way, are pretty damn close to my knee. I can take you down with one shot. Don’t tempt me, because I’m not afraid to do it.

Phil: Rage let’s just get out of here and leave the girl alone.

Lex: I don’t need you to defend me, jackass. So stand back and be the bitch you clearly are—

Rage: Hey! Watch how you speak to my brother, bitch!

Alexis laughs and takes a step back. Phillip shakes his head, slightly embarrassed that Rage is now arguing with a nineteen year old girl.

Lex: Dude, you were just fuckin’ yelling at him and now you’re getting on my case for doing the same? Bipolar much?

Rage: One can say the same thing about you. Maybe I should put you in touch with Kittie and she can give you the name of her doctor to get some crazy pills. You clearly need them.

Alexis snarls at Rage, looking as though she is about ready to attack him despite him towering over her.

Lex: I’m not fucking crazy, asshole! And I don’t need to be on some crazy zombie pills! Shut the fuck up!

Rage laughs again.

Rage: Is that the worst ya got, kid? Is that how you plan on winning that title tonight? Good luck if it is, because that shit won’t get you anywhere.

Lex: And I suppose YOU would know what would? If you know so much, why aren’t you still around? Why aren’t you spoken about so much, huh? Face it, dude. You ain’t shit, so don’t act like you are.

Rage: Putting words in my mouth now, kid? I don’t have time for this shit. I’ve got more important things to do than to sit here and argue with a little girl who will never get anywhere in this business. Come on Phil.

Rage taps Phil on the shoulder, ready to leave. The two start walking away when Alexis calls back out to them.

Lex: I’m not some little girl, asshole! You’re just talking shit because I have a title match tonight, and you don’t!

Rage laughs and turns around to address her one last time.

Rage: Keep telling yourself that, kid. You’re just jealous because I’ve accomplished things YOU NEVER WILL!

Rage waves her off and turns to walk away. Phillip shakes his head and looks at Alexis almost apologetically but Alexis glares at Phillip before she flips him off and turns and walks the other way. Phillip shakes his head and rolls his eyes before he follows behind his brother.

The scene opens backstage, where we see Miss Rocky Mountains standing in front the Roulette wheel, with the Roulette champion Goth on one side and the challenger Casey Williams stand on the other side.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “Ladies and Gents, it’s time to spin the Roulette wheel to find out what the stipulation these gentlemen will be wrestling under.”

Rocky grabs one of the pegs on the wheel and begins to spin the wheel. They wait for a few moments, as the wheel rotates around until it begins to slow and finally comes to stop on ‘Special Guest Referee’.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: “There you have it ladies and gentlemen, this match will be contested with a special guest referee.”

Goth and Casey look at Rocky and then at each other before walking away to get ready for their match.

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Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Roulette championship. Introducing first, hailing from New York City, New York… he is the Roulette champion… GOTH!!

Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice in Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name. The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side who holds the championship belt across her shoulder as he hold his stick in his hand for blind and visual impaired as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping him to climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her on her hand watches her walk to the time keeper.

Justin: Introducing his opponent…hailing from Nashua, New Hampshire… Casey Williams.

The opening horn and guitar rift to Cradle of Filth's "Thank God For The Suffering" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

"I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
‘Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life’s parade
Though incisions once made Her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid"

Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

"And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her

That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deaths head wing
I thank God for the suffering"

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.

Justin: And introducing the special guest referee for this match…

Adams: I wonder who it could be….

"Goodtime" by Alan Jackson starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage with a big Texas smile on his face. Wyatt points upwards and circles the air with his finger as he lets out a "YEEEEEEEHAW!!!" much to the delight of the crowd. Wyatt makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Wyatt hops onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and lets out another "YEEEHAW!" before turning his attention to the match at hand.

Simone: Well this should be interesting.

Wyatt goes over to Goth first and checks him for a weapons, before going over to Casey, who eyes him suspicious, but allows Wyatt to check anyway. Satisfied that everyone is weapon free, Wyatt turns and indicates for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING

Casey and Goth stare each other down for a few moments, however, it quickly breaks down and they lock up in the centre of the ring and jockey for position for a few seconds but with Casey’s height and weight advantage, just shoves Goth away, much to the annoyance of Goth who gets to his feet quickly and he and Casey once again stare each other down.

Simone: Goth is going to have to work hard here due to the size of Casey.

Adams: Goth though isn’t exactly a small man either.

Planning their next moves, they circle once more and again lock up in the centre of the ring and jockey once more and once again Casey overpowers Goth and shoves him into the turnbuckles and once more the match slows, much to the fans disapproval, as they expect more action.

Simone: Fans here not liking the slow start here.

Adams: It’s not exactly going to be fast paced action between these guys.

Stepping out of the corner, Casey and Goth get into each other’s face once more, and Casey is the first to blink as he raises his fist, but Goth is ready and blocks it and delivers his own fists and forearms smashes to Casey including a few boots, which staggers Casey, until Casey roars out and delivery a large club to the back of Goth, sending him to his knees.

Adams: And finally… the action gets going here.

Simone: This isn’t going to be pretty.

Casey looks down at Goth, before grabbing him by the head and helping him to his feet, before whipping into the turnbuckle, where Goth takes a few moments and as Casey approaches, Goth explodes out of the corner and hits the hard clothesline on Casey, which staggers him, however, Goth continue to pound on Casey, where he then bounces of the ropes, but he sees Casey ready for him and ducks and bounces off the ropes on the other side and as he comes back he hits a big shoulder block, which sends Casey down to the mat.

Adams: Goth is really bringing it to Casey here.

Simone: And surprisingly manages to bring him down.

Goth goes for a quick cover, as Peterson drops and begins to count

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2…

Kickout…

Adams: Wyatt Peterson first action of the night.

Simone: It isn’t exactly hard to count really, but Goth knows he has to do a lot more.

Goth looks as Peterson, who shakes his head and shrugs. Goth then gets to his feet and grabs Casey by the head and pulls him up, so that Casey is just kneeling, and begin to repeatedly kick Casey on the body and then proceeds to throw in some punches and forearm shots the head of Casey.

Adams: Goth has the right idea here, halving the size of Casey and just kicking and punching him.

Simone: Though he should work on the legs, so he can’t run, walk or crawl away.

Goth then turns and bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick to the back of Casey, before turning him over and going for another pin.

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Kickout…

Casey this time, pushes Goth off with authority, however, this doesn’t deter Goth and goes right back after him and mounts him unleashing a series of lefts and rights, before climbing off him and getting to his feet, where he once again bounces off the ropes and hits a knee across the forehead of Casey.

Simone: Goth with another pin, but Casey isn’t having it.

Adams: Goth isn’t finished either and like a jack Russell dog, he isn’t going to let go.

Goth then pulls Casey up to his knees and instead of going for anything else, he grabs Casey’s arm and sets him up for the Eternal Darkness Blinds you (Asuka lock) and right away Casey begins to fight out of it, as Peterson asks Casey if he is going to give up. But Casey shakes his head, as he uses his strength to get to his knees and although he is locked into the submission hold, he takes a few steps backs before crashing backwards into the turnbuckles, as he aims to shake off Goth.

Simone: Goth tries to make Casey tap, but Casey is just too strong and hasn’t been worked on enough.

Adams: He had the right idea though, but as you said Casey is just too fresh.

Goth doesn’t let go and Casey again throws himself backwards into the turnbuckle and this time Goth lets go, which gives Casey the chance to get the life back into his arm, which gives Goth enough time to recover the best he can and climbs the turnbuckle.

As Casey turns, Goth leaps and right into Casey arms, Casey quickly hoists Goth up onto his shoulders before putting him into the torture rack before turning it into a back cracker. Casey then goes for a quick pin cover.

Adams: Mistake from Goth here.

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2…

2.5…

Kickout…

Simone: That back cracker should have stopped Goth, but it hasn’t.

Adams: One tough man.

Goth kicks out at the last moment, much to the annoyance of Casey who looks at Peterson who shakes his head and points out that’s it two and a half. Casey slaps the mat, before getting to his feet and grabs Goth and pulls him to his feet, where he delivers a few punches to Goth, which send him down to the mat a few times, but Casey picks him up and whips him into the turnbuckle.

Adams: It isn’t Wyatt’s fault Goth kicked out.

Simone: I think Casey knows that. But he is back on Goth now.

Casey raises his hand up and delivers a big hand across the chest of Goth, much to the delight of the crowd. Casey once more raises his hand and prepares to go for another big chop, but Goth ducks it and clubs the back of Casey a few times before turning Casey around and driving his knee into the gut of Casey a few times.

Adams: Woo!

Simone: Do you have to do that…

Adams: sorry.

But before Goth can driving in another knee, Casey grabs Goth and pushes him away and steps out of the corner, but Goth is back on him and attempts to hit Chaos ADDT, but Casey reverses with a couple of a punches and kicks to the midsection, which releases Goth hold and Casey wraps his big arms around Goth for a bear hug.

Simone: Goth gets a brief run, but Casey easily reverses the attempt at the Chaos ADDT.

Adams: Goth is going have lots of trouble getting out of this bear hug.

Goth fights as much as he can, but soon begins to fade, As Peterson moves in and grabs the lifeless hand of Goth and raises it once…

1…

Adams: Two more times and its match over.

Simone: I think everyone knows that.

Peterson raises Goth’s hand once more and I drops.

2…

Peterson lifts Goth’s hand for one last time and as he lets go, it doesn’t drop as Goth begins to fight back, and uses hit elbows against the side of Casey’s head, which appears to work, as Casey’s grip loosens.

Adams: Goth manages to fight out of this, but what will be his next action.

Goth slips free of Casey’s grip, however, before he can get a chance to recover or suck in some air, Goth grabs Casey and goes for the Goth Drop (twist of fate), but Casey has it scouted and pushes Goth away and as Goth turns to come back at Casey, Casey goes for a big boot, but Goth ducks and bounces off the ropes and hits a spear from the back.

Simone: Looks like Goth has finally gotten the upper hand here.

Which this brings Casey down to one knee, Goth smiles as he watches and waits for Casey to get back to his feet. As soon as he turns, Goth hits Close Your Eyes (RKO) and goes for a pin…

Adams: Goth goes for the pin.

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3…

Adams: And Goth picks up the win.

Justin: Winner of this match and still Roulette champion… GOTH!!!

Wyatt helps Goth to his feet and grabs the Roulette title and hands it to Goth, before raising his arm up in celebration.

Goth has once again won a match and successfully defended his title once more. This time against Casey Williams. He hoists the championship belt around the shoulder of his wife before he grabs a microphone and turns his attention towards the crowd and the entire SCW locker room.

Goth: Another case of someone that just wanted to try his luck with the BEST wrestler in the company and once again this guy has failed. Just like each and every other wrestler before Casey has failed to do anything to my reign as champion. And even his miserable attempts of my losing at High Stakes has brought him NOTHING!! Well nothing but pain, misery and the realization that I deserve to be recognized as the very BEST that this industry has to offer. So anyone out there, line up and take your shot!!! Because the Roulette champion is here not to take names…. But to scratch them from existence altogether!!!

The crowd boost he champion as he spits on the ground.

Goth: This is how I think of the SCW roster, this is how I think of the wrestlers that are either smart and too scared to face me, or those who are just too pathetic to even put up a fight like this guy!!

Goth points at Casey to emphasise his point even more.

Goth: So until next time that I will be seeing an SCW ring!! I just hope the next guy that challenges me for this title will put up a good fight.

Simone: Strong words from the Roulette champion

Adams: Strong words that he has been able to back up every single week!

Simone: True words, I wonder who the next challenger will be that steps forwards to accept Goth’s open challenge for his Roulette title.

Wyatt raises Goth's arm again. He goes to let go of Goth hand to check on Casey, however, Goth holds on before delivering a short arm clothesline to Wyatt.

Simone: What the…? Why is Goth attacking Wyatt?

Adams: Maybe see’s him as a threat?

Wyatt lays on the mat, shocked and taking stock of what just happened, as Goth grabs him and picks him up and whips him into the ropes and hoping to hit another Close Your eyes, but Wyatt pushes Goth away and as Goth turns Wyatt hits a big boot to the face of Goth.

Simone: Well that was a short lived attack. Nice boot from Wyatt.

Adams: Looks like he wants a piece of Goth and wants the Roulette title.

Wyatt looks down at Goth and trash talks him, before picking up the Roulette title and raising it high up in the air much to the delight of the fans, as Goodtime by Alan Jackson hits over the pa once more.

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When Amy Marshall turned on long time friend and supporter Roxi Johnson to stake a claim to Roxi's Internet title, everyone was shocked and angered, but none so more than Roxi's wife, Keira! Amy used every mental trick in the book to work both Roxi and Keira until a series of matches took place where both women scored wins and traded the Internet title back and forth a total of four times in a span of five months! These two women solidified the status of women wrestlers world-wide in this rivalry!

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We find our way backstage to see Jessie Salco walking through the halls, carrying a duffel bag that is tattered, along with the belongings. She has rage written all over her face as we get a close up on the bag. It is tagged with red spraypaint, reading "You're a Nobody too". She searches the backstage area for the perpertrator before bumping into Steve Ramone, her tag team partner for the evening. He sees the look on her face, and immediately finds himself concerned.

Jessie: That fucking bitch! I'm going to kill her, right now. Literally kill her!

Steve: As much as I'd like to see what you have in mind, we've got an important match later, Jess.

Jessie: Do I look like I care right now, Steve?

Jessie bumps into Steve's shoulder roughly as she passes him by. He goes to object, but she's well on her way down the hallway within seconds. She pushes open doors as she passes, looking for the masked female Nobody who is likely responsible. Not finding who she is looking for, she growls in frustration.

Jessie: Have you seen any masked cowards running around backstage?

There is a muffled negative response, which Jessie slamming the door gives confirmation that the person inside has not. She is about to give up all hope when a menacing laugh escapes her lips. She shakes her head slowly, and we know it's about to be on when she picks up her pace down toward the end of the hallway. Leaning in a doorway is a hooded female with a cigarette between her fingers, staring out of the exit at the parking lot, oblivious. Jessie catches her by surprise as she grabs the back of her jacket and smashes her into the door frame before tossing her down to the ground. The red spray paint on her black gloves is all of the confirmation she needs. She grabs the hood of the jacket and rips it back to expose blonde locks. The masked female grabs at her mask, holding on tight.

Jessie: Let's expose you to the world for the chicken shit you are!

Jessie goes for the mask, but the masked female gets her knees between them, bucking Jessie backward as she scrambles to her feet. She tries to get the hood back up, but Jessie comes at her with flying forearms, backing her against the wall as the masked female holds her hands up in surrender. Jessie doesn't give up though, not until the masked female shouts at her.

Nobody: OKAY! OKAY!!!

Jessie goes for the mask, and the female smacks her hands away, giving Jessie a hard shove away. She goes to lift her mask up, gaining just a moment of reprieve from Jessie's onslaught. However, she turns to run away, and Jessie grabs onto the back of her hair, whipping her around as she begins smashing her face against the wall repeatedly as the female shouts out in pain.

Erik Staggs: Hey! HEY!!!

Jessie lets up as she whips the masked female around to face her. She has her in a choke hold, almost as if holding her hostage. Erik Staggs comes charging up to the ground with a few female security guards in tow. He has a clipboard and pen in one hand.

Erik: Miss Salco, what part of "You will be suspended if you touch your opponent in any way before your match at High Stakes 5" did you not understand? You know what, I won't let this slide...

Jessie: You know what? Fuck it, suspend me and see if I give a shit!

As if he is accepting a challenge, Erik begins filling out a piece of paperwork to start the process, right in front of her. True to her word, she doesn't care as she tightens her grip on the masked female's throat with one arm before lifting up the mask and tossing it to the floor. The audience gives a stunned reaction as they scream and cheer!

Simone: No way! Is... is that?!

Adams: It's Contessa Flannigan! She's the masked female Nobody who is... was scheduled... to team with Tim Staggs to face Jessie and Steve Ramone later tonight!

Erik Staggs seems a bit shocked, as Jessie almost doesn't know how to react to it either. Erik resumes scribbling down on the paperwork as Jessie tosses Tessa to the ground, ready to stomp the shit out of her. However, a voice travels from out of the cameras view.

Nobody: Well, that seems a bit unnecessary, Staggy, doesn't it?

Erik stops what he's doing as he turns around to see another masked female standing in the doorway. She picks up the cigarette Tessa had dropped, and she picks it up, taking a drag before dropping it back to the ground. She puts it out with her heel as she exhales through the slit in the mask.

Nobody: Give her some credit... she might be dumber than a box of rocks, but she wouldn't ruin the chance to kick my ass in a cage later. At least not knowingly, right, Jess?

Jessie lunges toward the real masked female, but Tessa wraps a chain around her throat, flinging her back into the wall, still holding on to the chain as she rips Jessie back to her feet. She knees her in the gut, and then she drops the chain suddenly, walking back to join the masked female.

Nobody: She didn't attack me... obviously. She was stupid enough to attack my good friend, Tessa. There's no way I'm letting her out of our match that easily. What was it your old friends used to say?

Tessa: Sorry bout it, ye bloody cunt.

The masked female licks her fingertip and then points it in Jessie's direction as both ladies make a sizzling sound before laughing it off. Jessie grits her teeth as she goes to attack both ladies, but the security guards stop her as Erik leads her in the opposite direction. The Nobodies wave sarcastically at Jessie as she is forced away.

Simone: It appears that Tessa Flannigan is now a part of The Nobodies, but she is not the masked female set to face off with Jessie Salco later tonight.

Adams: Oh how I've missed Tessa, but now I can't wait to see who this masked female is!

Simone: You and the rest of the world, Jason.

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Forget Bayley and Sasha Banks! The first Iron Woman match took place between then Internet Champion Roxi Johnson and her perennial rival Amy Marshall at Summer XXXTreme III, and it quite literally stole the show! Both women traded wins within the thirty minute time period until Amy managed to secure that all-important final pin to walk away the champion, but both women managed to hold their heads high after such an encounter!

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Simone: It’s time for our fourth title match of the night and it’s a big one as The Fallen defend the World Bombshell Tag Titles against Team Hero!

Adams: Roxi and Keira are multiple time champions in singles competition but they’ve never held the Tag Team Title, tonight we’ll see if that changes tonight!

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Titles!

The crowd cheers and their cheers only increase as "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: introducing the challengers, first from Tampa, Florida, 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.

Justin: And her partner!

"Like a Phoenix" begins to slowly play as the lights go out. Two lights from the stage is seen showing Keira's shadow, raising her arms.

Justin: From Miami, Florida, Keira Johnson! Together they are Team Hero!

The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" as she waits for her opponent.

Simone: Team Hero are both talented wrestlers but they have an uphill battle here tonight!

Adams: Then again so do most of the Fallen’s challengers!

Justin: And their opponents!

Suddenly, the lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of In This Moment's 'Comanche'.

I feel the pressure is building in me
My stomach’s sick, it’s getting harder to breathe
I hear the screaming, I feel the disease
There’s blood in the air, and there is death on the breeze
Will you come with me?!!
Will you stand with me?!!
Would you follow me?!!
Would you believe with me?!!
Tell me you’ll bleed with me!!
Tell me you’ll die with me!!
Come on, come on!!
Let me hear your war cry!!

Justin: They are the reigning and defending SCW World Tag Team Champions Raynin and Gothika they are The Fallen!

On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the four flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Come on, come on!!
Let me hear your war cry!!
Come on, get up!!
Let me hear your war cry!!
Come on, get up!!
Let me hear your war cry!!
Come on, get up!!
Let me hear your war cry!!
Yell it out, do or die
Let me hear your war cry!!

The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Diamond, Gothika, Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

We wanted peace but you brought this war
We took enough and we can’t take any more
With our fists in the air, we’ll burn it all to the ground
We will tear your fucking empire down

Will you come with me?
Will you stand with me?
Would you follow me?
Would you believe with me?
Tell me you’ll bleed with me
Tell me you’ll die with me
Come on, come on
Let me hear your war cry

Diamond, Gothika, and Raynin come back to the centre of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.

Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Yell it out, do or die
Let me hear your war cry
We wanted peace but you brought this war
We wanted peace but you brought this war
We wanted peace but you brought this war
We took enough and we won’t take anymore

Will you come with me?
Will you stand with me?
Would you follow me?
Would you believe with me?
Tell me you’ll bleed with me
Tell me you’ll die with me
Come on, come on
Let me hear your war cry

Diamond stops at the centre of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around till they each are standing in front of one of the sides of the ring. Diamond wiggles her hips a moment, then she lifts her leg high into the air and spins around in a circle before she places it on the ring apron and slithers under the bottom rope. Gothika slides under the bottom rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.

Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Yell it out, do or die
Let me hear your war cry

Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Come on, get up
Let me hear your war cry
Yell it out, do or die
Let me hear your war cry

Let me hear your war cry!!

Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Diamond leans dances goes from one side of the ring dancing and leaning over the rope, blowing crystal dust at the crowd, before she comes to stands in the centre of the ring, pointing at Raynin and Gothika and talking junk to the crowd, nodding and clapping. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and they all come to stand beside Diamond, waiting for the match to start.

Simone: The Fallen have always loved their dramatic entrances.

Adams: Not only that but they can back up their elaborate entrances in the ring and then some! Keira and Roxi are going to have a tough time ahead of them tonight!

The Fallen hand over the tag team titles to Holly Wood who holds the titles high for everyone to see before handing them over to the time keeper, whilst that goes on the two teams do some brief trash talking before Holly forces them to their respective corners and to decide who will start the match for their respective team and after some deliberation on their part it’s decided that Raynin and Roxi will start the match as Holly signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: Huh, it’s been a while since we’ve seen a match that hasn’t started with a suicide dive or a brawl between the participants before the match even started.

Adams: Especially considering that Team Hero specialize in high flying.

The two women circle each other for a few seconds before the lunge forward for a collar and elbow tie up only for Raynin to shove the smaller Roxi away with a single push, Roxi flips back onto her feet and charges towards Raynin who goes for a clothesline only for Roxi to duck under the clothesline and hit several kicks to Raynin’s leg.

Simone: Roxi is trying to cut down the massive oak known as Raynin.

Adams: To be fair it’s pretty much the only wrestling cliché that’s ever worked.

Roxi keeps at it but despite the obvious pain on Raynin’s face she refuses to go down so Roxi decides to change things up a bit by backing up a bit and hitting a running dropkick to Raynin’s leg that brings her down to one knee, seeing her opportunity Roxi follows it up with a Shining Wizard that knocks down Raynin.

Simone: And Raynin’s down.

Adams: And Roxi’s on top of her…..for a pin!

Simone: Nice save.

Adams: Thanks!

1….2…..and Raynin powers out of the pin attempt! Roxi doesn’t let up however and grabs onto Raynin’s injured leg before she can get back to her feet and locks in a Single Leg Boston crab, however Roxi isn’t able to keep it locked in for long as she neglected to pull Raynin to the centre of the ring allowing Raynin to quickly grab the bottom rope and forcing Roxi to break the hold.

Simone: Not often that Roxi makes a mistake like that.

Adams: That’s the thing with a woman with Raynin’s size and power, you have to stay on top of her! Sex jokes be damned!

Roxi backs up to let Raynin get back to her feet and when she does Roxi goes in for a running move of sorts, unfortunately for Roxi Raynin counters it with a Spinebuster that practically drives her through the matt.

Adams: And that’s a perfect example of why!

Simone: Injured leg or not Raynin still has a lot of power in her!

Raynin goes for a cover 1….2….and this time it’s Roxi that gets a rope break as she is able to get her foot on the bottom rope! Seeing this Raynin goes for another cover this time hooking both legs 1….2….and Roxi kicks out! Rather than go for a third cover however Raynin instead picks up Roxi and whips her over to The Fallen’s corner where she tags in Gothika.

Simone: I’d say that Roxi’s in no man’s land but considering that this is a Bombshell Contest that would be redundant.

Adams: Like saying that Team Hero are really good at being heroic!

Gothika gets into the ring and wastes no time in perching Roxi on the top rope of The Fallen’s corner and she tries to follow her up, however Roxi starts firing shots at Gothika’s face eventually landing a stiff shot that sends her reeling, Holly goes to check on Gothika whilst Roxi balances herself on the top rope looking for a high flying move of some sort but it quickly becomes apparent that she forgot about Raynin as she is able to nail Roxi with a clubbing blow to the back the causes Roxi to crotch herself on the top turnbuckle whilst the ref’s back is turned.

Simone: Holly was in perfect position but she was paying attention to the wrong member of The Fallen.

Adams: They are the champs and that usually involves doing whatever it takes to win including bending the rules!

Keira argues with Holly about The Fallen’s blatant cheating but she makes it clear that she never saw any cheating from The Fallen much to Keira’s (and the fans’) displeasure, once Holly turns around she sees that Gothika is back on the turnbuckle and is trying to set Roxi up for a Superplex but Roxi keeps up the fight by firing shots into Gothika’s midsection but it’s not enough as Gothika nails her with the Superplex!

Simone: As if Roxi’s back wasn’t hurting enough already!

Adams: And Gothika’s going for a pin!

1….2….and Roxi kicks out! It’s at this time that Keira reaches in to try to tag herself in and Roxi sees this so she tries to reach her partner/wife but Gothika sees this as well and sprints across the ring before sending Keira flying off the apron and into the security barricade with a spear earning even more boos from the crowd as she locks in a Boston Crab on Roxi.

Simone: Roxi’s in trouble here, not only is she in a painful hold but Keira is licking her wounds on the outside!

Adams: She won’t give up that easily though.

Roxi screams in pain but refuses to tap out to the submission hold despite the pressure being put on her back, she eventually makes it to the ropes but this only allows Gothika to keep the hold locked in for a few seconds longer before she drags Roxi to the middle of the ring and locks in the Boston Crab again, thankfully for Roxi she doesn’t remain in the hold for along as Keira comes flying in with a springboard dropkick that sends her to the ground and off Roxi.

Simone: Keira just got revenge for that spear with a great move!

Adams: Pity that she isn’t the legal woman.

Keira tries to drag Roxi to Team Heroes’ corner but Holly isn’t having it and forces her back to Team Heroes’ corner without Roxi! Seeing the opportunity Raynin comes into the ring, picks up Roxi and drives her through the matt with a Powerbomb whilst the ref’s back is turned before going back to her corner.

Simone: And that only caused Roxi more pain!

Adams: Is it me or is Raynin still favouring her leg that Roxi attacked earlier in the match?

Simone: As a matter of fact she is! I guess Roxi’s attacks did more damage than originally thought!

By the time Holly turns around Raynin has made it back to The Fallens’ corner and Gothika has recovered enough to go for a pin on Roxi 1…..2…..and Roxi still kicks out! Gothika shakes her head before picking up Roxi and whipping her to the ropes, however Roxi ducks under the clothesline attempt on the rebound and jumps up to the middle rope before hitting a Moonsault Press on Gothika which she holds onto for a cover 1….2….and Gothika kicks out!

Adams: I’m fairly certain that Roxi and Keira have found themselves in that exact same position many times only naked and in their bedroom…..

Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON! Anyway it looks like neither Roxi nor Gothika are in any position for a follow up attack and need to tag in their partners.

Adams: Bad news for Raynin as she’s still favouring that leg!

By the time Holly gets the count of seven both Bombshells are crawling towards their respective corners and by the time she reaches eight Gothika is able to tag in Raynin, however due to Raynin’s bad leg she isn’t able to get to Roxi in time to prevent the tag allowing Roxi to get in Keira who comes in like a house of fire by dropkicking Raynin’s bad leg and continuing to kick away at it, Gothika tries a sneak attack but Keira sees it coming and ducks under it before nailing the champ with a Superkick that sends her rolling out of the ring!

Simone: I felt that kick over here!

Adams: Keep an eye on Roxi though!

Whilst Raynin, who used Gothika’s distraction to get to her feet, and Keira brawl in one corner keeping Holly’s attention for the most part in the process Roxi comes into the ring and watches the part of the ringside area that Gothika rolled out too, once Gothika is back on her feet Roxi gets a running start and nails her with a through the ropes suicide dive that brings the fans to their feet!

Simone: That’s one way to ensure that Gothika won’t try to interfere again!

Adams: And against a competitor like Raynin Keira needs that help!

Keira tries to keep the brawl going by attacking Raynin’s bad legs but Raynin manages to cut her off by kneeing her in the stomach with her good leg before running to the ropes and goes for the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot 2.0, however Raynin loses her balance on the middle rope due to her bad leg giving Keira a chance to recover, by the time Raynin gets back to her feet Keira nails her with the Seven Sins!

Simone: SEVEN SINS!

Adams: She’s going for a cover!

1…..2…..Gothika sees the pin and tries to break it up……but Roxi stops her…….3!!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners and NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWW SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! TEAM HERO!

Simone: Team Hero wins! What a match!

Adams: I can just see Roxi and Keira’s celebration in their hotel room later!

Roxi and Keira celebrate with their new titles whilst Gothika checks on Raynin.

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"The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson proved that there was no depths that he would not sink to not only win World Championship notoriety, but hold onto it as well, the infamous "Twin Magic" moment being perhaps the most notable manner in keeping his championship out of the grasp of any challenger, especially that of Kain! And no matter how he might foul another man en route to glory, Sean never allowed any blame to fall on his own shoulders. It was always the fault of another, and his arrogant manner and mind games earned the ire of fans and peers the world over.

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Standing off by himself, one of the SCW camera guys is taking a break from the action when he is approached by Sean Jackson. The camera guy is enjoying an unknown beverage until a crisp $100 bill is put in his face. As the straw slips from between his lips, the camera guy shifts his eyes to the real prize.

Jackson: I figured that would get your attention. I will give you one hundred dollars now, and another hundred dollars if you hold that camera for me.

Yes, that definitely caught his attention.

Camera Guy: Wait, let me see if I got this right. You will pay me two hundred dollars to do what I'm already getting paid to do?

Sean nods.

Jackson: Yes, all you have to do is hold the camera and the money is yours.

Hey, who couldn't use an additional two hundred dollars in today's economy.

Camera Guy: You've got a deal.

The camera guy hoists the camera up to his shoulder and gets ready to start shooting. However, there is something missing. You can't have a good interview without a good interviewer.

Enter Marshall Owens with a live mic, and it is problem solved. He motions for the camera guy to begin recording, which leads into....

Owens: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marshall Owens and I'm the advocate for the most dangerous man in professional wrestling today...

As Marshall begins to speak, Sean prepares himself for what he's about to say and do. Yes, earlier in the evening, the Mental Rapist laid it on thick as he spoke about Synn, Despayre, and Lord Raab. But that would be nothing compared to now.

Owens: The Mental Rapist Sean Jackson...

Marshall smiles, knowing the words Mental Rapist have that special meaning for Lord Raab, but he carries on as if it is no big deal...and to the Jackson camp, it isn't.

Owens: The man who later on tonight, destroys Despayre and becomes the new SCW Internet Champion. But we aren't here to just speak about Despayre and the Internet Championship...

Cracking that million dollar smile, the former world heavyweight champion nods in approval.

Owens: We are also here to speak about that joke of a champion Lord Raab...

Marshall turns his attention towards his client.

Owens: Isn't that right Sean?

As Marshall moves the microphone in front of his client, Sean wastes little time jumping in.

Jackson: You should have left well enough alone Raab, but since you didn't, let me clue you in on a few things. For starters, I'm no one to screw around with. I'm the kind of guy who gets lost pretty easily and well...

The former world champion shrugs.

Jackson: Truth be told, I've been known to accidentally cause people to lose matches, important matches....

His face is stoic, and yes you are hearing him correctly. He IS threatening to get involved in Lord Raab's match. Imagine that.

Jackson: Title matches even. I've heard these refs get pretty unprofessional during title matches and well, it would be a shame if during your match with Drake Green...

There is that million dollar smirk again.

Jackson: Some mysterious circumstance occurs and poof, your joke of a title reign comes to an end. But that's what happens when you shoot your mouth off towards a man who could beat your ass every day of the week, and twice on Sunday...

The former world champion has heard enough from Lord Raab and now it is time to let him know it.

Jackson: A man who could end your career...

Sean snaps his fingers.

Jackson: Just like that. Yes Raab, despite what you may think of yourself, of your so-called capabilities, you are nowhere near the man I am. You have that world championship because of sheer luck and nothing else, which will be proven later tonight when that title is ripped away from you, because believe me Raab, you won't be getting any free passes from Drake Green and I'll make sure of that.

But this isn't about the world heavyweight title, it hasn't been since Buenos Aires. No, this is about revenge, this is about a mental midget who thinks he can stand toe to toe with the Mental Rapist.

Jackson: Matter of fact, I'm placing SCW on notice now. You want to keep running your mouth like you are something great, well now I am going to force you to prove it. After my match with Despayre later on tonight, I won't wrestle in another match until I get you back in the ring....

You just know this isn't going to sit well with the bosses. But when you poke the hornet's nest one too many times, you get stung and Sean Jackson has every intention on stinging Raab, one way or the other.

Jackson: Do you hear me Mark, Christian?

By now the entire world has heard him.

Jackson: Not one match, not one promo, not a single interview until I get what I want. I'll jump on Dynasty One and I will tour the world seven times over, completely forgetting this place even exists...

The smirk disappears.

Jackson: Because play time is over, Lord Raab made sure of that.

Confident in his message, Sean motions for Marshall to put away the mic. He then turns his attention back to the camera guy. As the former world champion is handing over the money, he has one more mission.

Jackson: Do make sure they get the message.

Camera Guy: Will do Mr. Jackson.

fin.

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The cameras switch backstage once again. Alexis Edwards is seen doing some last minute prepping for her match, which is coming up shortly. She’s doing some stretches and jobs in place, trying to get herself pumped. A few moments later, she stops and looks ahead, rolling her eyes with a growl.

Lex: You just couldn’t stay away could you?

As the camera pans out, we see that Alexis’ identical twin sister, Riley, is in attendance. She has her arms folded across her chest and she’s glaring at her sister. A much different look than the happy go lucky sister Alexis usually sees.

Riley: I told you I was going to be here, didn’t I? Newsflash, Alexis, I don’t care how much you want me to go away, because I’m not doing it. I’m not abandoning you.

Lex: Why? Why the fuck can’t you just do what I want and leave me alone?

Riley: Because it’s not what you want. Not really. You’re just trying to convince everyone it is. I want to be here for you, Alexis.

Alexis rolls her eyes and shakes her head, turning away from her sister. She cracks her neck, trying to focus all of her energy on her upcoming match and ignoring her sister.

Riley: Why can’t you just get past all the stuff that happened at home so we can work on being sisters again? I’m trying here, Alexis, but you’re not even giving me a chance, and I don’t get it. And what’s worse, is that you’re making it out to be like no one would want to be around me at all. You treated me like crap in front of your boy—

Lex: For the LAST time, Riley, Tim is NOT my boyfriend! And newsflash, Riley, he finds you just as annoying as I do. My friends usually share my opinion of you.

Riley’s eyes widen and she seems genuinely hurt by Alexis’ words. She shakes her head and stares at her sister.

Riley: Well…then that is on you guys then. But I’m not leaving. I’m going to go out to my seat and cheer you on, whether you want me to or not. If this is your passion and what you want to be doing with your life, then I will support you with it. I want you to be happy, Alexis.

Lex: If that is the case, then make me completely happy by fucking off back to Phoenix! I don’t need you here, Riley. I don’t need you cheering me on. I just wish you would get that through your skull because having to repeat myself every time you show up is really starting to piss me off.

Riley: Good luck out there, Alexis. Something tells me you’re really going to need it, but I hope for your sake that you win.

Without another word, Riley turns and walks away and Alexis lets out a relieved sigh. She ties to release all the tension built up before she heads off down the hall.

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Justin: The following contest is a triple threat match and is for the SCW Bombshell Internet championship. Introducing first...

The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.

I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?

The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.

4x The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man

The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.

Justin: From Juneau, Alaska, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is Amy Marshall!

She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.

Justin: And her opponent

The lights in the arena go black as “Freak Like Me” by Halestorm plays over the sound system. Red strobe lights shine around and thick smoke fills the entrance. A figure emerges from behind the curtain, dressed in a baggy black hoodie. The crowd in attendance gives off a mixed reaction of boos and cheers as the hooded figure moves to the music before she pulls the hood back revealing herself to be Alexis Edwards.

Justin: From Phoenix, Arizona, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is Alexis Edwards!

She ignores the fans, pretending as though she can’t hear them at all before she dashes her way down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. She jumps up to her feet, raising her right hand in the air as she unzips her hoodie with her left then removes it, tossing it across the ring where it lands on the top rope. She makes her way over to one of the corner turnbuckles as her music dies down and she stares towards Amy

Justin: And thier opponent

“Assassin" by: Muse starts to play as soon as the chorus hits Lucy jumps out from the stage and tosses her cloak off.

Justin: From Moscow, Russia, weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds, she is the current SCW Bombshell Internet champion, she is Lucy Seraphina!

Lucy looks around and starts to swiftly moves down the ramp. Lucy jumps onto the stairs and climbs over the turnbuckle. She flips herself in and goes to the center. She screams loudly and gets ready to fight.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Bombshell Internet championship on the line.

Adams: Drew might have his hands full with these three fire crackers.

Lucy, Amy and Alexis look at each other from across the ring and Amy charges at Alexis, but Alexis ducks a clothesline and Amy charges towards Lucy, taking the champion down. Amy quickly stomps on Lucy before pulling her to her feet. Alexis leans against the ropes, watching the action unfold as Amy releases a huge chop across Lucy's chest. She moves in close to Lucy and jumps, pulling her down with a leaping reverse STO and crashes the champions head in to the canvas. As Amy gets back to her feet, Alexis charges at her and takes Amy down with a spear before springing back to her feet.

Adams: That nearly took Amy out of her boots!

Alexis roughly pulls Amy to her feet and puts her in a side headlock before charging and dropping her with a running bulldog. Alexis rolls Amy on to her back and Drew drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Lucy breaks up the pin

Simone: Lucy back in this one.

She pulls Alexis to her feet and gets next to her, jumping with a shuffle side kick and catching Alexis on the jaw, causing her to fall next to Amy. Lucy quickly bounces off the ropes and jumps with a leg drop across both her opponents. She pulls Alexis up and tosses her in to the corner and follows in with a clothesline, crashing in to her. As Alexis stumbles out, Lucy grabs her head and climbs on to the second turnbuckle. she jumps off with a spinning tornado DDT, crashing Alexis' head in to the canvas! Lucy rolls Alexis over and goes for the cover. Drew drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Amy breaks up the pin by dropping a leg on Lucy

Simone: Amy's not letting Lucy take the match so easily.

Amy pulls Lucy to her feet and quickly jabs her in the jaw, causing Lucy to stumble away, but Amy jumps at her and connects with a jumping thrust kick, knocking the champion down to the canvas. Amy quickly kicks Lucy in the gut and drops her with a snap DDT. She looks towards the top rope and makes her move, springing on the top rope with one leap and turns around to face the ring, she jumps off the top rope, nailing a picture perfect shooting star press on Lucy! She quickly hooks the leg and Drew drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Alexis breaks up the pin by pulling Amy off

Alexis grabs Amy and runs her to the ropes, throwing her through them and to the outside.

Adams: Amy's been thrown out like three week old milk.

Alexis stomps on Lucy before pulling her to her feet. She lifts Lucy up in a sidewalk slam position and drops her down with a backbreaker. Alexis holds Lucy there, pushing down on her chin, causing pressure on her spine. She lifts her arm back and drops it down on Lucy's chest, before repeating the action.

Adams: This little ladies got a sadistic side.

Amy pulls herself on to the ring apron and grabs the top rope before jumping up on to it, using it as a springboard and diving in to the ring with a flying dropkick, catching Alexis on the jaw, forcing her to break the hold on Lucy. Alexis rolls away before sitting up and Amy nails her with a stiff kick across the chest, forcing Alexis on to her back. She moves next to Alexis, turning her back to her before jumping backwards with a standing moonsault. Amy gets on to her knees and pulls Alexis with her as she gets back to her feet. Amy takes her arm and charges towards the ropes, jumping up and springboarding, whipping Alexis over with a springboard arm drag. Amy gets back to her feet but Lucy is waiting. She lifts Amy's leg and takes her over with an exploder suplex, throwing her across the ring!

Simone: Impressive move!

Adams: Also impressed by the fact Amy was just picked up on airport radars.

Lucy looks at both downed women and moves for Amy. She pulls Amy to her feet and grabs her by the arm, pulling her arm around in an arm wrench before following up with a short arm clothesline, knocking Amy to the canvas. She pulls Amy back up to her feet and hooks up her head and leg, lifting her over with a fishermans suplex. Before Drew can drop to count, Alexis stomps on Lucy's midsection, breaking the hold.

Simone: These three women will not let any of the others take advantage.

Alexis pulls Lucy to her feet and lifts her up in a suplex position before dropping her down with a brainbuster!

Adams: That one rattled some brain cells loose.

Alexis gets up, but Amy is waiting for her. Amy jumps up and wraps her legs around Alexis head, and pulls her over with a hurricanrunna, all three women lay on their back, breathing hard.

Simone: The pace of this match is catching up with everyone involved in it.

Adams: Yeah, even Drew looks a bit worn out.

With the three women down, Drew starts to issue a count against them.

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

Alexis is the first to her feet...

5...
6...

Lucy gets up and Drew calls off the count. Alexis pulls Lucy up into a rear waistlock but the champion breaks free and ducks behind her in her own waistlock. Alexis breaks free and runs into the ropes, coming off and swings for a clothesline but Lucy ducks and brings her over into a bridging German suplex!

1.....
2.....
3-NO! Amy Marshall breaks it up!

Simone: None of these women are willing to risk a loss at this point in the contest!

Adams: Of course not! The title is on the line!

Lucy kicks Amy and starts to climb up to the top when Amy gets to her feet and runs up, dropkicking Lucy and sending her tumbling outside to the floor! Amy then gets a running start and as Lucy gets to her feet, Amy sails through the ropes, crashing into Lucy with a suicide dive!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Adams: Who cares if we're in Puerto Rico!? That's universal that is!

Amy slowly gets to her feet and turns around to leave the champion laying and reenter the ring when Alexis somersaults over the top rope, clearing it and crashes into Amy!

Simone: Now all the women are down again!

Drew rolls to the outside and checks on all three women who are struggling to regain their bearings. Lucy is the first to return too her feet and she grabs hold of Amy by the hair and slams her head hard into the ring apron. Amy slowly sinks to the ground as the champion then turns her attention to Alexis and delivers a swift boot to the stomach, sending her tumbling over. Lucy grabs a handful of Alexis's hair and drags her up, then sets her into position for a body slam on the hard turf, when Alexis shifts her weight and lands behind Seraphina, keeping hold of her and she hits a reverse DDT into the ground!

Adams: She better be careful doing something like that!

Simone: Yes, she could have seriously caused some damage to Lucy's head.

Adams: I was actually talking about damaging the turf so they'd have to repair it but hurting Lucy would be bad too!

Alexis then goes to climb back into the ring when Amy pulls her leg out from under her and she causes her to fall and hit her head onto the ring apron!

Adams: Oh that'll leave a mark!

Amy rolls the dazed Alexis Edwards back inside of the ring and the femme fatale of the Nobodies is seemingly out like a light. Amy quickly climbs up onto the apron, and then to the top of the corner. She jumps, leaping for a Five Star frog splash -- but Alexis brings her knees up straight into Marshall's midsection! No sooner is the wind knocked out of her than Alexis quickly rolls her up into a tight inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
Lucy tries to dive in to break it up...
3!

Adams: Oh my god! Oh my god! She did it!

Simone: Lucy was just a fraction of a second too late! Alexis caught Amy by surprise and she is the first member of the Nobodies to win championship gold!

Lucy is shocked as Drew hands the Internet title belt to Alexis and the crowd boos as the gold is raised above her head!

Justin: Here is your winner and the NEW Bombshell Internet Champion -- ALEXIS EDWARDS!

Simone: Alexis just won her first ever SCW championship!

Adams: Who knows, maybe she'll do something else she's never done and crack a smile.

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The fun loving and innocent Despayre has always been toward the top of the names listed as among the most popular in the sport of professional wrestling. The zany hijinks and way he'd innocently cause trouble for those around him endeared him to fans and many of his peers backstage. The fact he has charmed two of the most hated women in the business, both Delia and Mikah alike, speaks volumes. But what had to truly secure his spot in this award is the fact he finally stepped out of the shadow of tag team wrestling and walked away with his very first singles championship. What isn't this young man (and his teddy bear) capable of?

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The lights in the arena go out as the beat to "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers. As the electric organ picks up, a red light flashes across the screen as random faces begin to show on the screen.

Simone: Oh joy, we’re being joined by the Nobodies.

Adams: I guess Tim has something to say ahead of the Mixed Tag Steel Cage Match later on tonight, we’ve already seen his partner playing mind games with Jessie Salco after all.

As the words start up however instead of the usual mob of Nobodies we see one lone Nobody walking down the ramp, he makes his way into the ring as the crowd seems confused.

Simone: Is that Tim? Why is he coming out alone?

Adams: I don’t think that’s Tim, unless Tim has been going through a ridiculously long growth spirt.

The song starts the fade as the Nobody stands in the middle of the ring with a microphone in his hand, slowly he reaches up to his hood before removing it and showing Tim……or rather Steve Ramone in a Tim Staggs wig.

Simone: Oh good god.

Adams: Do you think the bosses will mind me leaving the booth to go grab some popcorn?

Steve: I….I…..I am….am…..am the Voice of the Voiceless with a stuttering problem and I’m out here to tell the world that I absolutely ssssssssuck!

The crowd laughs with Steve as he continues.

Steve: I’ve never gotten laid, I have a tiny penis, I have daddy issues, I wanted to form an emo band but I realized that I suck at singing, guitar, drums or anything.

Simone: Not like that’s ever stopped an emo band.

Adams: I can already hear Tim throwing a tantrum over this.

Steve then takes a moment to look over the ring and realizes that he’s come out alone.

Steve: NOT EVEN MY FELLOW NOBODIES CAN TO BE AROUND ME FOR MORE THAN FIVE SECONDS! MOST OF THEM WANT TO STRANGLE ME WITH MY OWN EMO HAIR!

Simone: I’m pretty sure that applies to most of the roster actually.

Adams: How do you strangle someone with hair?!

Steve: Why can’t I be more like Steve? You could see his penis from space and he lost his virginity years ago! All the girls I know run away screaming in terror, Alex has banged everyone else on the roster and I don’t even know who the Masked Nobody is under her mask! I even wrote a song about it!

Simone: Please tell me that he’s not going to start singing?

Adams: Well it could be worse.

The opening chords to “She Fucking Hates Me” by Puddle of Mud begins to play over the speakers and the crowd’s laughter soon turns into screams of terror.

Adams: Why did I open my big mouth?!

Simone: I could’ve sworn I read somewhere that playing this song to a crowd of people violates the Geneva Convention!

Steve: Met a girl, thought she was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued

In a trap, trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie


She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

She was queen for about an hour
after that shit got sour
she took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no

In a trap, trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie

She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did she
now it's over and I'm glad
'cause I'm a fool for all I've said

She fucking hates me
trust
she fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and she tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away

la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
and she tore my feelings like I had none
she fucking hates me

Steve takes a bow in the ring (nearly causing his wig to fall off in the process) as the song, mercifully, fades out…..only to be cut off by his own theme music.

Simone: Now what?!

Adams: Great question!

The crowd looks on in confusion, as does Steve. He and the mob of Nobodies step to the edge of the ring, leaning over the ropes as the infamous words...

"I pledge alliegence, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone."

"I want what's coming to me."
"So what's coming to you?"
"The world chico, and everything in it"

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out... or rather Tim, who is wearing a long blonde wig, wearing a "Fearless One" T-shirt, steps out onto the stage. He looks around with an arrogant smirk on his face as Steve shouts up at him. Tim stops soaking in the moment and does a cheesy impression of the air guitar to the song before he is joined by two masked Nobodies, one wearing a long black wig over his hooded jacket, and the other appearing to be a mongoloid in a hooded jacket. The three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Tim wails out misguided words along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where "Cyrus" and "Andreas" enter the ring first followed by Tim Tim walks right up to Steve, his smile never leaving his face as they pose for the crowd. Tim looks dead in Steve's soured face before he yanks the microphone out of Steve's hand. He dares Steve to hit him, but Steve knows exactly what he's doing. Finally, Tim turns slightly to look out to the crowd.

Tim: Finally... The Fearless One... has come BACK TO... wait, that's not right. FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! FIVE TIME! FIVE... no, there's no way I'd ever be a real champion, let alone a five time champion... IF YOU'RE NOT DOWN WITH WHATEVER IT IS I'M PEDDLING, THEN I'VE GOT TWOOOOO WORDS FOR YA... Damn it. I'm trying to think of an Attitude Era catch phrase to pass off as my own, but you're not buying it are you? Then maybe I'll just run for Mayor of Sin City Wrestling!

The crowd gives a mild chuckle, which only forces Steve to shout out "Weak!" The crowd starts it as a chant.

Crowd: WEEEEAKSAUCE! WEEEEAKSAUCE! WEEEEAKSAUCE! WEEEEAKSAUCE!

Tim: What can I say, it's all about the material you have to work with, and when it comes to me... Steve Ramone... there's not a lot to work with. I mean, there is sub par intelligence, because let's face it, I'm dumb as fuck. But that's been done before. There is the fact that, despite my being married and having two children who should be collected by child services immediately, I'm far too obsessed with Tim Staggs' sex life. All signs point to being a closeted homosexual. But, that wouldn't be funny in today's politically correct world. Some might call it "offsensive". I could point out the fact that I look like I'm damn near fifty, and a rough fifty at that, even though I'm barely thirty, but that sounds like an old James Huntington-Hawkes diss, and even Steve Ramone is smart enough to avoid those.

Tim paces back and forth as his rant begins garnering more and more laughs from the crowd. This doesn't settle well with Steve as he starts to head over toward Tim, ready to wring his neck. However, his masked buddies stop him from near suspension. Tim stares back at them for a moment, blinking as he waits for Steve to make his move. When that moment doesn't come, Tim slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Tim: The sad part is that I'm a washed up, never was, with nothing interesting to talk about. I'm even more of a nobody than any of these jokers over here combined. That's pretty fucking sad considering how long I've been in this business, right? I mean, I had a tag title run with Joshua Acquin, which that ginger stud over there beat senseless at Summer XXXTReme two months ago. There is debate on who carried who, but the fact of the matter is that a pile of shit can't carry a sack of donkey balls, or vice versa. Not to sound like Veronica Taylor after every frequent loss, but that was luck! I admit it, even if Josh can't. I suck, but I'm not telling you guys anything you don't already know...

Before Tim can continue, Steve has had enough. He yanks the microphone out of Tim's hand and turns around to face the crowd. There is a little less finesse in his movement than was before, but the spirit is willing.

Steve: Yet, Steve still has A title reign to his name, which is something I will never have, because I don't know how to win. I just want to leech off of my father's success without doing any of the work on my own. I call myself a Nobody with pride, even though I just make excuses for being a lazy ginger bastard!

The crowd lets out a bit of a surprised, yet delighted roar. Tim isn't quite as pleased as he takes a step forward, getting in Steve's personal space. He gently, yet demandingly, takes the microphone from Steve's hand.

Simone: This has gone from comical to serious in a split second, Jason

Adams: I think the cage match might start a little early tonight, and I don't think suspension is going to matter to either of these guys.

Tim: Most people would rather not mention a tag title reign, especially when they defeated R.O.A.R. to get them. Even Tim practically beat them on his own a few weeks ago. Who wants to brag about that? It took two of us to do what a Nobody did? I should be embarrassed to even mention it, yet it's all I have. How pathetic.

Steve balls up his fists as he yanks the microphone away from Tim. Tim doesn't let him get a word in edge wise as he goes to take it right back. Things get very heated as they each shove one another. Right as it is about to come to blows, two of the masked Nobodies unveil themselves as Cyrus King and Andreas Bergalk. They walk right up to Tim out of habit, and hold him back as the real masked Nobodies walk up to Steve, holding him back. However, after a moment, both sides realize they've backed up the wrong person, causing the crowd to laugh at the mishap. Both sides immediately back up the right person, holding them back from getting deeper into trouble. "Where Eagles Dare" by The Misfits blasts over the speakers as Erik Staggs wastes no time getting to the stage. He has his clipboard in hand, and five security guards at his side. He storms down the ramp, quickly making it to the stairs. He gets inside the ring as security rolls in under the ropes. They immediately get between both groups as security pushes them back. Erik rips the microphone out of Tim's hand and he looks to both sides, livid.

Erik: I thought I made myself CRYSTAL CLEAR two weeks ago when I said if EITHER side puts a hand on the other, they would be suspended! It seems like that's only gotten through one of your four thick skulls! I should suspend both of you right now, but I'm looking forward to seeing you two tear up the cage later. However, if one more...

Steve and Tim make a beeline for one another, fists swinging in preparation for a fight. However, between security and the respective teammates, they don't make it to blows. Erik throws his clipboard up in the air in frustration, papers raining down across the ring as he steps aside.

Erik: Good Lord, I give up!

Erik steps out of the way, ready to suspend anyone and everyone who crosses his path. However, Tim and Steve never actually make it to touching one another as the groups pry them apart. The two masked Nobodies masquerading as Cyrus and Andreas are able to pull Tim over to the ropes, ushering him out. Erik simply shakes his head as "Where Eagles Dare" plays over the speakers. The Nobodies slowly walk up the stage while Tim and Steve continue to shout trash at one another until Tim disappears behind the curtains.

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There was little doubt as to whom would walk away with this award when Raynin and Gothika aka the Fallen made history by becoming the first-ever three-time World Tag Team Champions in either division! Both women had sporadic singles success during 2015 as well, but the tag division proved to be the place where they truly shined and this lofty distinction is very well deserved!

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Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a special Grudge Match!!!

The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.

I Like big love, black love, white love, your love
Here we go
Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show
I Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams
Do you know? Can you feel what I mean?

Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh
Oh oh oh oh
Say Hey eh eh eh eh eh eh eh eh.

The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst in to cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a white shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman

Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From London, England, weighing 220 pounds, welcome back to Sin City Wrestling -- Ben Jordan!

He stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and in to the ring through the middle and top rope and spins in to the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, awaiting his opponent.

Three golden spotlights shine down on the stage as a video package begins to play on the screen. Golden smoke fills the entrance way as "Cleaning Out My Closet" blares through the sound system. Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the golden smoke wearing a golden coloured trench coat over white tights with gold designs. He stands on the stage, throws his arms high into the air while soaking in the loud boos from the crowd. His eyes are covered by his trademark sunglasses while his signature smirk is firmly planted across his face.

Justin: Making his way down the aisle, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs in at two hundred and forty one pounds. He is SCW's Must See Superstar, please welcome TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS.

Travis starts to make his way down the ramp while smiling at the negative reactions he is receiving. He reaches the bottom of the ramp, goes to walk toward the steel steps before cutting back toward the ring apron. He hops up onto the ring apron, tilts his sunglasses a bit before standing to his feet. He quickly enters the ring, steps into the center of the ring and throws his arms high into the air again. "Cleaning Out My Closet" continues to play as Travis unzips both sleeves before removing his trench coat.

Adams: Doesn’t Travis just look amazing?? .

Simone: If he is this good, why isn’t he a champion at this moment??

Adams: Travis is too busy buying and owning hotels all over the world, it would only make him get distracted.

Simone: Oh please!!!

DING DING DING

The bell rings as both men circle each other, Travis is sporting his big smile upon his face. Feeling confident that he has Ben’s number. The two men lock arms and Travis gets the upper hand right away, grabbing Ben in a headlock. Ben escapes the hold and puts Travis in a wristlock behind the back of Travis. Travis tries to grab Ben by the head, but is unable to reach it as Ben is holding his head low behind the shoulder blades off his opponent.

Simone: Smart move from Ben, that way Travis can’t reach him.

Travis tries to grab a leg from between his legs, but is unable to do so. Finally after trying to get a move in, he reverses the move and puts Ben in a wristlock of his own. He then let’s go off the hold, spins Ben around and slaps him across the face with an open hand. Ben staggers a few steps back as Travis gloats around the ring towards the fans, showing his patented smile. But walks into an open hand from Ben the second he turns around. Causing Travis to stagger backwards and into the ropes. Ben walks towards Travis as Travis tries to break the momentum of Ben by asking for a time out.

Simone: There’s no time out in wrestling!!

Jasmine tells Travis that there is no time out as Travis is putting his upper body through the top and middle rope. Causing Jasmine to tell Ben to back off. But Ben is insisting to get to Travis as he pushes Jasmine away and grabs him by the head. Jasmine tries to get between the wrestlers, lowering her head as this gives Travis the opportunity to poke Ben in the eyes.

Simone: Real classy

Jasmine doesn’t know what happened as she sees Ben stagger backwards and holding his face, causing Travis to attack him straight away with vengeance. Grabbing him by the head and giving a high knee to the face. This causes Ben to stagger backwards into the ropes, where Travis grabs him and pushes his face into the top rope. Running his eyes across the top rope as Jasmine starts to use the five count to break it up. At the count of four it is Travis that stops it and grabs Ben by the head before jumping over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. Causing Ben to be dropped onto the canvas through the impact of being dropped face first into the top rope. Travis slides back in the ring and goes for the cover, putting his elbow in the face of Ben but only gets a count of two from Jasmine. Travis gets to his knee and crawls over towards Jasmine, as he argues about the two count while putting his boot across the face of Ben and running his shoe laces across the face of the Englishman.

Simone: Jasmine stop that guy!!!

Adams: Shoe laces as weapons, I've seen it all!!!

Jasmine finally sees what he is doing and tells Travis to get his foot off the face of Ben. Travis responds by getting up and going for series of fist drops on the face of Ben Jordan before going for the three count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!!

Kick out from Ben as he puts his hands to his face, trying to get some vision back into his eyes as well as protecting it from the onslaught. Travis kicks him in the spine before pulling an arm back into a cross arm bar from behind and driving series of elbows into the face of Ben Jordan. Ben tries to get to his feet, but only to be dropped to the canvas by Travis as he kicks him in the knee joint. Travis grabs Ben by the head and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper submission hold as he tries to get a submission victory over Ben.

Simone: I’ve never seen Travis use that move!!!

Adams: He is full of surprises!!!!

Ben is struggling to get out of the grip and reverse it in some sort of way, But Travis has it locked in deep. Causing it to be impossible for Ben to break or reverse the hold, Ben is kicking his legs around the ring as he somehow manages to put his foot on the ropes. Causing Jasmine to demand Travis to break the hold, but he refuses as he is trying to milk out the five count. Just as Jasmine reaches the count of four and before Travis decides to let go it is Ben that jumps with both legs into the middle rope and jumps off the ropes. Forcing him to go up in the air and land behind Travis as Travis refuses to let go off the hold and falls on his back into a pinning combination by Ben.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr….

No kickout!! Travis had enough awareness that if he held on to the hold, that he would get himself pinned because of the move by Ben Jordan. Both men get to their feet and Travis goes for a clothesline, but Ben ducks. He jumps off the ropes and executes a Springboard Clothesline towards Travis, levelling him. Ben picks Travis up and whips him in the ropes once more, dropping him hard with a Back Body Drop that sends Travis hard onto the canvas. Ben goes for the cover as Jasmine starts to count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr…

Another kick out as Travis manages to break the cover before the count of three, Travis sits up as he tries to get to his feet. But gets grabbed from behind by Ben as he pulls him to his feet and executes a German suplex before going for another cover.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!

Travis gets his shoulder up at two and a half, dazed by the offence from Ben Jordan as he doesn’t realize that Ben grabs him by the arm and locks it between his legs before grabbing him by face and dropping Travis to the canvas in his submission finisher.

Simone: Crossing Jordan!!!

Travis is trying to reach for the ropes as the painful submission hold is killing him, his arm is reaching for the bottom rope but he is just out of reach. His legs are trying to reach for it as Travis finally succeeds to put his feet on the bottom rope to break the hold.

Simone: That got to hurt!!!

Ben grabs the arm of Travis, but Travis somehow manages to roll Ben up for a victory roll. Rolling Ben up as he grabs the middle rope for leverage. Jasmine slaps her hand on the canvas as she starts to use the three count on Ben.

Jasmine: One!!! Two!!

But before she hits her hand on the canvas for the third time, she notices the illegal tactic being employed by Travis. Kicking him in the arm as that causes him to let go off the ropes. Travis gets up and gets in the face of Jasmine, as he argues over her decision. Claiming he did nothing illegal, only giving Ben Jordan enough time to recuperate. He gets to his feet and gets behind Travis as he pulls him by the arm and turns him around, he kicks him in the midsection and positions him for his other finishing hold.

Simone: That Had To Hurt!!!!

Ben lifts Travis up in his Lungblower Powerbomb and sends Travis down crashing. He hooks the leg as Jasmine goes for the three count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!! Three!!!

Justin: The winner of this match!! Ben Jordan!!!!

Jasmine lifts the arm up in victory as Ben’s music hits and the man from London, England celebrates his victory with the fans as he exits the ring.

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Backstage, SCW's own "Stoner" Scott Oliver is seen standing in front of a SCW backdrop, holding a microphone and standing by with Mercedes Vargas.

Scott Oliver: I'm standing by with Mercedes Vargas, one of the two challengers in tonight's triple threat match for the SCW World Bombshell Championship, the co-main event here tonight at High Stakes V.

As he said this, Mercedes nods, then a warm smiles appears as Scott turns to the Argentine.

Scott Oliver: And Mercedes, I know you're excited upon learning that Argentina's quarterfinal victory today against Ireland during the 2015 Ruby World Cup.

Mercedes: Of course, and I'll be rooting for them when they play again against Australia a week from today.

Scott Oliver: And with that being said, we arrive to tonight. There's been a lot of back-and-forth between you and Mikah during the past two weeks in hyping this match. Do you have anything to say to her ahead of your match here tonight in San Juan?

Mercedes: Well, at this point, I just want it to be over. We did all of the talking the last two weeks and right now, Scott, I just want to get ready for tonight. I'm done talking, I'm over the drama, I don't want to argue with, talk to, or about her. I'm tired of hearing her voice, I find it quite annoying, honestly. I'm just glad this match is coming up soon and we finally get to do this.

Scott Oliver: The other opponent in this match is Crystal Hilton, someone who knows you quite well. How do you plan on facing not only Mikah, but an opponent who knows what to expect from you after being rivals for so long?

Mercedes: I guess that's the only good thing I can take out of this match. Crystal said it herself, she and I have some unfinished business from Climax Control 128 in Colombia and tonight if one of us beats Mikah, great. If it comes down to me beating her, even better, just as long as Mikah is no longer champion, so that's that.

Scott Oliver: Good luck later tonight.

Mercedes: Yeah, thank you.

Scott and Mercedes turns back to the cameras as the interviewer is ready to sign off.

Scott Oliver: She is former three-time Bombshell Roulette and World Bombshell Tag Team Champion, Mercedes Vargas. She and Crystal Hilton will challenge Mikah for the SCW World Bombshell Championship later tonight in the co-main event right here at High Stakes V.

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When Amy Marshall defeated Roxi Johnson for the Internet title, she made history in more ways than one as she became the first wrestler in SCW of either gender to become a Grand Slam Champion, winning all four offered championships! This accomplishment allowed her to surpass such women as Mikah and Delia Darling to be recognized by her peers and fans as the best female in SCW!

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The location of this video taking place wasn't even at the arena. It's so dark that you can't see anything which is all you know other than knowing that there's somebody there and the fact it's not even in an arena and you don't even know who it is as this person speaks on camera.

A man's voice: "My thoughts about fighting are just too addictive to not do anything else with my life. A life I love being apart of being a wrestler and now being an amateur MMA fighter. I prefer to fight and wrestle someone in the dark where brutality exists, brutality that deserves to be given to someone tonight. Someone who thinks social media benefits someone like me."

This man of course seems to hate using anything to do with social media interaction and but you know that it's a wrestler from SCW, but not knowing who it is exactly. You hear the man bashing his body against the wall quite hard as he speaks.

A man's voice: "People like my opponent tonight make me sick who doesn't know that social media is for a bunch of children who run their mouth behind a keyboard than in their face and bragging about shit of title achievements and what people do in their life along with pictures of themselves. That shit I don't want anything to do with and besides what benefit do you get from it? Fuck all because it has nothing to do with me wrestling or fighting in MMA fights. All I want to do is beat the living hell out of people for fun and become the best at it. I don't need to socialise because it's a waste of fucking time when I have more things to do than that bullshit and I hate everyone that goes on there and hate the world itself."

It's a man who's sounding very angry all alone in this very dark place and it's pretty much who you know is talking in the background or do you considering the guy didn't say his name and just going off by knowing the things he's saying.

A man's voice: "This cunt thinks he's main event wrestler that has to work nothing to go up the ranks like other wrestlers do just because he claims he's too good for other people. Bullshit, you work just as hard as everyone else, you're just pathetic. Pathetic man who seems to have more of a life outside of wrestling than in it. I can't believe this idiot honestly who spends time with his stupid girlfriend and making movies than actually training for a fight."

The man has no idea he's being filmed, but with the tone of a man's voice does sound like someone that people know, but you still can't see him, but you hear a lot of noise as you can even hear noises of movement and speaks again.

A man's voice: "I can't stand this guy who thinks camera attention is good for someone like him when it's that shit that makes me angry. I already blasted at people this week who wanted to interview me for an upcoming amateur MMA heavyweight title fight I have coming up and I said fuck off because I don't do interviews and I don't do fucking videos that aren't of me wrestling or fighting in MMA, I go out and wrestle and leave. I'm a violent and vicious man who puts in the pain and suffering on people and enjoy the hell out of them feeling and being in pain. I'll break every part of my opponent's body in pieces since the match is roulette rules tonight and rip him to pieces, something he won't be able to cope."

Some people roughly know who's talking, but is the man in the main event or someone in the roulette title match? Who knows as you hear the man bashing something, most likely his head on the wall before he speaks again.

A man's voice: "This man is gonna suffer more and more pain until he squeals like a baby and like everything I'll give to him. I'd wrestle in an empty arena without anybody around because I give no ounce of shit of the fans and become a destruction to be feared because tonight, he's gonna suffer the same fate of causing that motherfucker to bleed with any type of weapon I'll use on him and win the match to retain my title or if it's the sort of match I love to have, this will happen to him. Good luck trying to beat me because it's not gonna happen when you've suffered so much pain that you can't stand and take anymore punishment from me. HAHAHAHA."

It's completely quiet until you hear the clicking sound in the back and then you see the flame catching some sort of paper picture which turns out to be of Drake Green that's burning in pieces with the quick bright flames seeing that it's Lord Raab inside of an abandoned home and you hear Raab laughing as the video goes dark again because the flames went out along with the video ending.

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Love him or hate him, there is not a single person around that can deny the success that "the Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson has experienced in the annals of SCW history! Becoming a two-time World Champion in the grading period only exemplified how far this man is capable of going, no matter what tactics he uses to achieve greatness! By hook or by crook, Sean Jackson is our Man of the Year!

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Justin Decent: The following contest is a Mixed Tag Team Cage Match... Iiiintroducing first, from Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 2 inches, and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is the "Metal Bombshell" ... JESSSSSIEEEE SALLLLCO!!!

The opening chords to "Imperium" by Machine Head are heard over the speakers and the lights dim, as the song picks up in speed strobe lightning flashes accross the arena to the beat of the drums until....

HEAR ME NOW!!!!!

The first lyrics are screwamed by Rob Flynn as the lights come back on and the song kicks into high gear and Jessie steps out from the backstage area, the crowd boos her but Jessie ignores them as she makes her way down to ringside, Jessie walks around the cage, sizing it up before making it to the ring steps. She quickly climbs them, and enters into the ring and throws up the horns as she waits for her partner.

Justin Decent: The following contest is a Mixed Tag Team Cage Match... Iiiintroducing first, from Miami, Florida, standing at 6 feet, and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is "The Fearless One" ... STEEEEEEEEEVE RAAAAMOOOOONE!!!

Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty, but tomorrow I know I'm just dirt

Today I'm dirty, I want to be pretty, but tomorrow I know I'm just dirt
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies, when we're dead, they'll know just who we are
We are the nobodies, we wanna be somebodies, when we're dead, they'll know just who we are

The lights in the arena go out as the beat to "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers. As the electric organ picks up, a red light flashes across the screen as random faces begin to show on the screen. As the words start up, a man and a woman in hooded jackets walk out through the curtains. The lights come on at a dim tone, flashing as the two figures make it down to the ringside area. As the music picks up, one of the figures pulls his hood back, yanking his mask off to reveal Tim Staggs. The other one teases with her hood, only to snap it forward hard, keeping it firmly on her head. Tim jumps onto the ring steps, focused as he steps through the ropes. The female looks on cautiously at the cage in front of her before joining Tim inside. He paces back and forth, and the lights turn up some as he looks up. He then removes his jacket and tears away his black pants to reveal his wrestling outfit. He jogs backward and rests in one of the far corners, sinking down to a seated position as he contemplates, his eyes resting firmly on Steve Ramone. His fingers runs across the cage wall as the masked female joins him. Both teams discuss strategy as the music comes to an end..

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: At each other's throats already!

Adams: I'm surprised they even waited for the bell to ring after all of the tension building between these four competitors for months on end.

The crowd cheers at the action as Staggs and Ramone exchange hard lefts and rights, and just about any directional hits they can get on one another as Jacob Summers and Holly Wood jog down the ring steps and to the outside. Meanwhile, Jessie and the masked female are even less technical than the guys as they go into an all out catfight! The fans cheer as the masked female quickly tumbles to the ground and Jessie crawls on top of her, choking her as she screams. She whips her hair around as she gets really into it, but the masked female doesn't let that stop her as she swings with slaps to the sides of Jessie's head. She grabs hold of Jessie's hair and violently shakes her head, breaking Jessie's grip on her. She then rolls over on top of Jessie, pounding the back of her head into the mat with everything she's got. She is only stopped as Jessie reaches up, grabbing hold of her mask and ripping it off! The crowd cheers, despite the female covering herself up quickly so that no one can see. She hits a few solid elbows to Jessie's head before grabbing her mask and quickly pulling it back on. However, with the distraction, she gets her legs under the masked female's stomach, and kicks her with all of her might, sending her flying backward into Staggs!

Simone: A wise move from Jessie Salco, but if only it had been done a few seconds earlier, we might have gotten a look at this elusive bombshell!

Adams: You know I love any Bombshell, so whoever it is, I'm sure they don't need that mask covering their face.

Staggs stumbles forward into a Clothesline from Steve, which send Tim, and the masked female to the ground. Jessie and Steve hook arms as they fall down with a Double Elbow Drop to The Nobodies. Steve grabs onto the masked Nobody's hood and yanks her up, causing a bit of a boo to come across the audience. However, Jessie saves Steve the opportunity to rack up another suspension by leaping up onto her shoulders and taking her down with a Hurricanrana that causes her to skid across the mat. Meanwhile, Steve reaches down and yanks Tim up to his feet, but Tim catches Steve with a quick Low Blow, steadying his arm to let it be seen what he's done due to the No Disqualification stipulation of this match. He smirks wickedly as he rises up above Steve. He places one hand on Steve's forehead as he raises his other fist high in the air. He looks out into the audience for a moment before he nails Steve in the forehead with a well calculated punch. He repeats this a couple of times before Steve is able to land a crushing blow to Tim's crotch. This causes the youngster to double over. Steve slowly stands up, but Tim is able to counteract by sliding behind him with an Arm Wrench converted over to a horizontal Headlock via an Arm Drag.

Simone: Say what you will about Tim Staggs, but his skills have become quite refined since his debut in Arizona State Wrestling.

Adams: I've got plenty of things to say about both of these men, but my mum taught me that if I've got nothing nice to say, I should say nothing at all.

Tim keeps this locked in for a moment, despite submissions being useless in this match. On the other side of the ring, the masked female grabs the back of Jessie's head as she rakes it across the cage as if it were a cheese grater. It doesn't take long before Jessie's forehead is opened up, which satisfies the masked female. She bashes Jessie's head into the side of the cage before walking around with her hands in the air, waving in the mixed reaction she's getting, because, at least it's a reaction! She turns around to see Tim wrenching Steve's arm and she bounces off of the ropes, coming off of it with a baseball slide right into Steve's face!

Simone: That's illegal! There is no intergender violence allowed whatsoever!

Adams: One could argue that females get away with hitting males all the time. It's a rather one-sided policy if you ask me.

The masked female seems rather proud of herself as she gets up, pointing and laughing at Steve as Tim pulls him up to his feet. The two send Steve into the ropes. As he rebounds, the masked female turns around to check on Jessie, but just as she does, Jessie and Steve both come flying at The Nobodies with simultaneous Flying Senton Rolls that crash their respective opponents down to the ground. They roll on top for a quick mocking pose before crawling back up to their feet. They look over to the cage wall, and their opponents rolling around on the ground in pain. They nod as they make a quick leap for the cage wall. They quickly climb to the center of it. However, they seem to have another idea as they both leap off with Moonsaults to their respective opponents. Steve mouths something to Jessie as they lift their opponents off of the ground, Jessie with Tim, and Steve with the masked female. He has a wicked angry look on his face as he scolds her. Jessie backs Tim against the ropes, holding her arm against his throat as Steve whips the masked female right at them. Jessie moves out of the way as the female bounces off of Tim hard, letting out a painful groan as her head crashes against the back of Tim's, sandwiching it with the cage wall.

Simone: What a sickening thud! Somebody should check on the kid after that one, he's only seventeen...

Adams: He's old enough to wrestle, then he's old enough to deal with the consequences of what he's signed up for. The masked Nobody, however, didn't bargain for what she just got.

Simone: Wait a minute. Didn't she just Baseball Slide Steve's face clean off of his head two minutes ago? She got exactly what she bargained for.

The masked female rolls over onto her back as she weakly tries to tap Tim to see how he's doing. He's out cold. She looks up at the ceiling until Jessie stands right above her. She lays a few boots to the side of her head before reaching down, yanking on the mask. The masked female holds on with every last bit of strength she's got in her, screaming out in response. The masked female rolls away from Jessie and into the corner. Jessie quickly follows, holding her foot against the female's throat. Meanwhile, Steve looks down at Tim's motionless body. He gives a couple nudges with his foot before spitting down on Tim. The crowd boos this as Steve taunts them. He walks over to the cage and climbs up the wall. He isn't quite as fast this time as Tim starts to stir. He reaches the middle as Tim pounds the mat with his arms, trying to work up the strength to sit up. Steve tries to hurry, but he still can't muster it up. He makes it to the top and slowly pulls himself up. Teetering on the top he looks down at the outside as he steadies himself to descend to victory. He garners many screams of shock and awe as he flies off of the top, and over Tim Staggs with the What Fear 630 Corkscrew Moonsault!

Simone: HOLY SHHHH...itake mushrooms, Batman! Did you just...?

Adams: I've seen it... and I still can't believe it, Belinda.

Crowd: FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Adams: The crowd can't believe it... Jessie and the masked Nobody can't believe it, and if Tim weren't out as cold as Elsa's left tit, he probably wouldn't believe it either.

Simone: You speak with such eloquence, Jason, its no wonder you are a married man.

Indeed, Steve's tag team partner can't believe her eyes as she just stares at Steve, who is now just as motionless as Tim. Though she is amazed, she is almost appalled by his risky maneuver. This gives the masked female a chance to slide out from Jessie's clutches, holding onto her leg. She slowly stands up as Jessie wobbles on her free foot. The masked Nobody backs her up a few feet, and Jessie comes over with an Enziguiri attempts, but the masked female ducks under it. Jessie comes back with a boot aimed for the jaw, but the masked female grabs onto it, lifting Jessie up in a Wheelbarrow Sit Out Face Buster! She adjusts her mask, pulling it down tightly while she has the opportunity. She stands up and walks over to Tim, leaning down to check on him. She doesn't see Steve start to stir as her eyes move between Tim and Jessie. She shakes Tim, getting a weary response as Steve comes to his feet. He wobbles a bit, but sees Tim still down on the ground and he stumbles over to the cage wall, He does what he can to quickly climb it until the masked female sees him and jumps up. She grips onto his ankles, trying her best to yank him down. He kicks his legs, but this girl is tougher than she seems. She shouts and growls at him, holding her own as Tim slowly crawls across the ring, and toward the oft forgotten door. Jessie gets to her feet and grabs onto the back of the hood, yanking it back and getting a handful of chestnut brown hair. She violently tugs until the masked female loses her grip. Jessie shouts at Steve, who gets to the top, just as Tim is at the door. Jessie rolls the masked female back in a German Suplex, but sees Tim at the door. She charges over and grabs onto his ankle as the door is wide open. Steve begins climbing down the other side quickly. Tim kicks back at Jessie's bloody face, but she is determined to let Steve win it for their team. She grabs hold of the steel cage door and bashes it over Tim's face as hard as she can, busting the youngster wide open!

Adams: AND ON THE EIGHTH DAY HE SAID! LET... THERE... BE... BLOOOOOOD!!!

Simone: Just when I've given up on you, Jason... Steve is about five steps away from victory here. Two if he doesn't mind a possible sprain to prove a point.

Steve looks down at the ground, and then to the motionless Tim as Holly Wood waves him down slowly. He pants hard as he takes one more step down. Jessie tries to drag Tim back inside, but the masked female lets a chain drop down from her sleeve, wrapping it around her throat. She drags her back while literally kicking Tim half way out of the door. He begins crawling down the steps with everything he's got. Steve steps down once more as Tim's hands touch the floor, pulling himself further down. He crawls out onto the floor as the fans cheer loudly. However, Steve has also dropped down to the ground. Jacob and Holly both throw their arm in the air, calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Steve Ramone has won the match for his team!

Adams: Ummm... hate to break it to ya Lindy, but Tim Staggs has won it for his team.

Simone: I don't know what alternate universe you were in, but Steve Ramone's feet touched the outside first.

Adams: Did you get stuck inside the personnel office with Scott Oliver again? Tim Staggs clearly touched the outside first.

Holly and Jacob argue almost heatedly in front of the timekeepers table where Justin Decent stands by for a verdict. The crowd awaits a winner as each insists on a differing result. Jasmine St John comes down the aisle to converse with both people, quickly hearing their side of the story. She nods, and takes a second to think. She makes a ruling and tells it to Justin Decent.

Justin Decent: Head Referee Jasmine St. John has ruled that both competitors touched the outside at the same time, and therefore the winner... will be determined when one Bombshell has exited the cage!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: Even better!

Adams: Maybe we'll finally get to see what's behind that... WHOA!

The crowd cheers as Jessie tackles the masked female to the ground, slugging away with everything she's got. She rolls her over onto her back as she pulls on the mask. The female doesn't give in any, holding onto the mask moreso than trying to defend herself. Tim tries to climb the steps, but Holly Wood stops him from entering, while Jacob Summers stops Steve from attacking Tim. The referees pry both competitors apart as they violently swing. Meanwhile, inside of the ring, Jessie looks to see the commotion outside, giving the masked female the perfect opportunity to poke Jessie right in the eye, breaking the hold. She kicks Jessie off and stumbles to her feet, nearly tripping as she back peddles to the corner. Jessie's face is nearly caked in her own blood as she struggles to see clearly. The masked female charges at her as Jessie goes for a Clothesline. The masked female ducks it, bouncing off of the opposing ropes. She goes for a Bulldog, but Jessie finds it deep within herself to turn around, swinging the chain the the masked female brought into the match. She cracks it so hard against the woman's face, the mask visibly cracks. The masked female howls in horrid pain as she holds onto her face. Jessie grits her teeth as she wraps the chain around the masked female's throat. Choking her opponent with everything she's got, she digs a knee into the masked female's back. The masked female falls down to her knees as she gasps and tries to tug at the chain. Jessie wraps the chain around her hand, tightening the grip, and freeing her other hand.

Jessie: LEASHED LIKE THE BITCH YOU ARE!

Jessie then digs her fingers under the plastic mask, tugging it off with little resistence!

Simone: Oh my GOD it's... Wait, who is that?

Adams: I don't know, but she's almost as bloodied as Jessie is, so maybe that's why...?

Jessie lets go of the chain as the now unmasked brunette holds onto her throat, coughing and choking in breaths. She slowly stands up, noticing the mask is missing, and she begins freaking out. As she turns around, she gets a boot to the gut. Jessie sets her up for a Springboard Tornado DDT, also known as the Circle Pit! As she charges forward, she uses the cage wall for the added height to the maneuver, planting the female firmly on her face. Jessie quickly bounces up to her feet. She nods her head as she stumbles over toward the cage door. Tim holds it closed, shaking his head, however, Steve breaks free and spins him around, hitting the Fearless Shot on Tim, before he opens the door politely for Jessie. Jessie steps through the ropes and outside of the cage. She pauses on the steps before headbanging for the booing audience. Down each of the three steps before firmly planting her feet on the outside, she throws up the horns as a wide smile comes over her bloodied face.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Here is your winners... JESSSSSIEEEE SALLLLCO AND STEEEEEEEEEVE RAMOOOOOOOONE!!!

Simone: They've done it, and they definitely earned it! The Nobodies put up one heck of a fight, but experience wins over determination here tonight.

Adams: But I still wonder who that girl is...

Jessie and Steve celebrate inside of the ring as Tim throws a huge baby fit on the outside of the ring. He tugs on his orange hair as he stomps and screams. This seems to add to the enjoyment for Steve and Jessie as they point and laugh. Tim grabs onto the side of the cage and begins stomping furiously, banging his head. After a few seconds, he looks inside of the cage to see his comrade practically out cold. He slides inside of the ring to help pull her to the side of the cage. He steps outside and pulls her out with relative ease. Once she's by the steps, Tim helps her to her feet, confering with her as they slowly walk to the back curtains, staring down at the celebrating team, mouthing to them that it is far from over before disappearing backstage.

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The camera follows Tim and the unmasked female Nobody backstage where Pussy Willow stands by with a microphone. She is with Connor Murphy, Alexis Edwards, Tessa Flannigan, and the masked members of The Nobodies. As Tim helps his friend over to the group, he scowls at Pussy Willow.

Tim: No... INTERVIEWS!!!

Pussy: I just...

Alexis: Did you not hear what he just said, Sillicone Valley Girl? No interviews...

Tim helps the mystery woman to a seat where Tessa hands her a wet towel. She wipes at her face as Connor hands her a bottled water. She takes a sip as Tim glares back at Pussy, ready to rip her head off as she still stands there. However, the mystery woman pats his shoulder firmly. She takes a swig of the water, tosses the towel at Alexis and walks right up to Pussy, staring with her almost empty glass eyes. She looks down at the microphone, and then to the camera.

Pussy: Honey, the world is...

The mystery woman holds a hand up, silencing Pussy. She rips the microphone from Pussy's hand, and then takes a few menacing steps toward the camera, as if talking to each and every person viewing this, individually.

Nobody: Tonight, I lost. Next time, I'm going for the fucking throat... Do you self absorbed bitches hear me? Poke fun at me? Poke fun at my friends...?

The woman points to each Nobody, though almost hesitantly at Alexis, causing Alexis to roll her eyes.

Nobody: I will hurt you. I am Celeste North, and my message is endorsed by the voice of the voiceless, the dying and the damned, the misfits of the misfits... The Nobodies...

Celeste drops the microphone to the ground in "mic drop" fashion as she almost seems to lead the pack away from the camera's view. The group is stopped from doing so by a slow clap starting from the opposite direction. When they turn to face the noise a collective look of shock fills each of their faces. The camera pans in the direction of the noise and the fans actually pop to see Kris Halich, sitting on a crate along the wall of the hallway. Each of them move to take a step towards them but Kris reaches down next to the crate and produces a wooden mallet. The end is comically large, with a roughly two foot long purple handle. He points the end of it at them

Kris Halich: Now let's not do anything rash. You have had matches, I am as fresh as fresh can be. There are more of you than there are of me, but I brought a...

He looks curiously at the mallet and spins the handle in his hand a few times while he finds the right word.

Kris Halich:... friend... of my own. I just thought I would congratulate you on another loss. It would seem that, in my absence, you have continued to be irrelevant. You lost all your talent when I left the tour, but guess what? The tour isn't too far away anymore. So.... here I am. Now, can't we all just be friends?

Tim raises both hands and takes a step forward, nodding to the rest of the group that it is fine. He takes a step towards Kris, who hops down off the crate. He swings the mallet up over his shoulder and extends his hand to Tim to shake. When Kris extends his hand, a small smile forms on Kris' face. He spins the mallet off his shoulder with one hand and swings it like a baseball bat, smacking Tim in the side of the head. The end of the mallet splinters into thousands of pieces as Tim falls to the ground. The rest of the Nobodies move forward, the women checking on Tim while Connor advances on Kris. Kris points the broken end of the mallet at him which stops him in his tracks for just a moment.

Kris Halich: It was an accident....

All of the Nobodies advance on him now and Kris comically throws the handle at Connor, hitting him in the chest, and doing little more than distract him for a moment to give Kris a few steps head start as he sprints away from the group. They give chase as the cameras cut elsewhere.

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We open up in the backstage area, somewhere off in a rather dimly lit room. A long haired man sitting with his back to the camera. He seemed to be unable to tell it was there, or perhaps he knew and simply didn't wish to answer.. The man leaned over in his seat, still yet to turn his face towards the camera.

“I tried.. god did I try. I tried to save all of you. I tried to lend you a helping hand and pull you back from your own mediocrity. And at every last turn I was met with trepidation. I was met with force. And it became abundantly clear to me.. it became clear that some things? They're not just not worth saving. But they cannot be saved. They cannot be pulled back from the pit of despair and mediocrity they have wallowed in for so long. So my vision.. my dream of a brighter tomorrow.. It was destroyed and at first, I was bitter about that. I was mad. And I walked away to find myself...”

He paused for a moment, speaking very eloquently about his experiences. But whom exactly was he? The familiarly shaped man moved around in his seat a little, adjusting himself.

“But in that destruction. In the rubble of what once was came a clarity, while one vision of my own was gone.. another reared its ugly head and it became clear to me what I had to do.. What I needed to do. And as a result of that.. all of you will pay for your indiscretions. All of you will suffer traumatically for not allowing me to help all of you. Rejects? No.. no.. no.. this is something much, much worse.. And my vision? It is one of Sin City Wrestling's complete and utter annihilation..”

The man stood up and seemed to wear a hoodie with various red designs across it. Along with a matching pair of tights. He pulled the hoodie over his head and turned toward the door, the camera remaining behind him as he walked slowly through the backstage area. Eventually arriving to the doorway of none other than the resident SCW Bombshell Champion. He stood outside of the locker room, immediately shoving it open suddenly as a startled Mikah stood inside. The camera moving around to reveal none other than Mikah's husband standing there gazing upon her.

Gavin Stephens: “.. I'm back.”

It took a moment but Mikah realized exactly what was going on as the cameras converged. Only, instead of walking in to meet with his wife, Gavin didn't seem the least bit happy. And instead turned and walked off, leaving the Bombshell Champion standing there in confusion. Coming over to peek out the door as he walked off down the hall, disappearing at the end of it.

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Two-time World Heavyweight Champion and one of the most watched Superstars during 2015! Sean Jackson has faced adversity inside of the six-sided ring against many a challenger who wanted to put him down permanently, and Sean always came back for more. ALWAYS! His feuds with Gabriel and Kain were the showcase of superb wrestling performances, as was Sean's ability to cause controversy with those around him. You may not like how he achieves success, but Sean has proven time and again he knows how to get things done!

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Justin Decent:Ladies and gentleman our next match is our second steel cage match of the evening and it is for the SCW Internet Championship!!

Crowd: POP!

Simone: It’s not very often we get to witness two cage matches in one night, let alone one right after the other, but we’re about to witness our second steel cage match.

Adams: And they’ve barely gotten the ring cleaned up from the last one!

v/o: "San Juan, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Justin Decent:Introducing first is the challenger…Weighing in at 220 lbs…From Dallas, Texas…He is The Mental Rapist…SEAN JACKSON!!

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two very beautiful women from San Juan carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into whistles and catcalls as they are both dressed in very scantily fitted outfits, low cut with lots of leg showing. They get to the edge of the stage before Sean Jackson steps into view. Jackson is motionless, completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

As the entourage begins to move towards the ring, the two women reach into their baskets and begin dropping $100 bills on the ramp for Sean Jackson to walk on.

The fans closest to the guard rails attempt to reach for the fallen bills, but are unable to so as Sean Jackson and company begin the slow walk down to the ring. Sean has on a black shirt while wearing black trunks with red MRSJ lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is in his normal suit and tie.

As both women stop on either side of the ring steps, they continue to drop $100 bills on the steps and toss them in the ring in order for Mr. Jackson to continue walking on the green path. Once in the ring, the spotlight continues to bathe Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Marshall and Vanessa, he then begins to mean mug the fans around ringside before hopping down off the turnbuckle. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the stadium.

"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"

The pulsating beat of Orgy's "Opticon" begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp and their wait is soon rewarded. Accompanied by Synn, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.

Justin Decent:Accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds -- Despayre!

Despayre holds his teddy bear pal up for the fans, and is rewarded with cheers and chants of "Angel!" "Angel!", and the "trio" begin their descent towards the ring.

"Message from opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time
Message from opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless, guess what?
You're out of time"

Synn stands by the door to the steel cage and holds it open for Despayre to carefully step through. Synn is prevented from entering the ring with him, and Despayre looks to him. Synn assures him everything will be fine. Despayre holds Angel up high over his head until he hands him off to Synn, who guards him for the match. Despayre then hands the Internet Title over to Holly Wood, and she holds the title high above her before passing it off to the timekeeper through the door.

Simone: The door is now being closed, and I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a match.

Adams: Despayre’s matches usually are, Belinda. And this one being a cage match? Popcorn at the ready!

Despayre and Sean stand opposite one another and Holly Wood calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Despayre suddenly leaps to the side of the cage and begins climbing his way to the top in an attempt to escape early! Sean Jackson runs after him, reaching up and grabbing Despayre’s leg but the much smaller Despayre fights back furiously as Synn, and Angel, watch on closely on the outside.

Simone: Did you see how fast Despayre went up the side of that cage, Jason? It’s amazing Sean Jackson was even able to catch his leg!

Adams: Yeah, and he’s still got a hold of him!

No matter how many times Despayre kicks away at Sean, Sean keeps a hold of his ankle and Despayre is forced to crawl his way back down the side of the cage. Eventually Sean yanks at Despayre’s leg, trying to trip him down to the ropes, but Despayre’s quick and agile thinking causes him to leap away and land on his feet in the ring! As soon as he does, he darts across the ring to the opposite side of the cage and does the same thing! Sean Jackson has to think even quicker than before to stop Despayre from getting out of that cage!

Adams: Damn! Look at Despayre go!

Simone: He’s always been extremely quick, Jason.

As Despayre climbs up the side of the cage again, Sean Jackson runs across the ring as fast as he can and then leaps on to the side of the cage, just below Despayre! He reaches for Despayre’s ankle, again grabbing a hold, as he, too, starts climbing the side of the cage! Despayre kicks furiously at him, getting a good shot or two in, but Sean keeps his balance on the side of the cage until he’s directly next to Despayre! He grabs a hold of the back of Despayre’s head, pulls back and attempts to slam it into the steel cage! Despayre, however, blocks it and delivers a punch to Sean’s side, followed up by another and then another!

Simone: Whether Sean Jackson agrees or not, Despayre has the advantage here with his speed and agility, Jason. All it takes is one wrong move by Sean, and Despayre could easily escape that cage.

Adams: Like that?!

After the series of shots to the side, Despayre gives Sean a taste of his own medicine by grabbing him by the head, only this time he slams Sean’s head against the side of the cage! Not once, but twice! He follows it up with a kick to the side and Sean collapses down against the ropes and then crashes to the canvas, giving Despayre the advantage he needs! The crowd is on their feet and going wild as Despayre looks down to Sean Jackson, and not to the top of the cage!

Simone: What is he doing?! You can win this if you get out of that cage, Despayre!

Adams: He can also win it if he pins Sean, Belinda.

Synn is watching on closely, supportive of his son. He watches on proudly as Despayre takes a few steps down the side of the cage, balances himself on the top rope and Sean Jackson gets to his knees, hunched forward, Despayre jumps off the top ropes and hits Sean with a dropkick to the back of his head and neck! Sean crashes forward and Despayre quickly rolls him over, hooks the leg and Holly Wood drops down for the count!

1…

2…

3-NO! Sean gets his shoulder up!

On the outside, Synn looks slightly surprised that Sean kicked out of that, but he keeps his composure. Vanessa claps and yells towards Sean as Despayre gets back to his feet.

Simone: I thought for sure Despayre had him there.

Adams: Sean won’t kick out that easily. I think Despayre is going to try and get out of the cage again!

Despayre is look directly at the door to the cage, and the official on the outside! The official opens the door, giving Despayre a clear shot at walking out of the cage as Sean is still trying to recover from that last move! Vanessa shouts to Sean and just as Despayre is about to go towards the door, Sean trips him and Despayre’s faceplants right against the canvas and the official on the outside has no choice but to close the door again!

Simone: Like him or hate him, Sean Jackson isn’t going to make it that easy on Despayre. He knows how quick Despayre is, and he wants that title.

Adams: And I’m sure Despayre hasn’t forgotten what Sean did to Angel just a few weeks ago.

Sean gets back to his feet, keeping a hold of Despayre’s foot and ankle. Despayre also gets back to his feet, er one foot, as Sean tries to trip him back down and grab the other! Despayre hops on his one foot and goes for the enziguri, but Sean ducks it quickly and when Despayre’s back is turned towards Sean, Sean takes him by the back of the head and sends him flying into the side of the cage! Despayre’s head bounces off the side of the cage and when he rebounds back, Sean spins him around and lifts him up, holding him high above him! He holds him there for a few seconds as the crowd is going crazy until he drops Despayre in a Gorilla Press Slam!

Simone: Good lord! Did you see how easily he did that?! Despayre will be feeling that for days!

The crowd boos as Sean has a confident smirk on his face and he drops down, covering Despayre! Holly drops down for the count moments later!

1…

2…

2 ½…Despayre kicks out! Synn and the crowd are all relieved when Despayre kicks out, but Sean doesn’t waste any time as he continues his assault to his smaller opponent. He crouches down over Despayre as he holds him by the head and starts delivering hard right punches to Despayre’s head. He hits him harder each time, as he works on wearing Despayre down.

Adams: Sean is not taking it easy on Despayre by any means.

Simone: No, he’s not. And he keeps glancing to Synn and occasionally Angel. If he keeps that up, he could have a big problem with Synn…again.

Sean goes as far as to point to Angel at one point, and Synn takes a step towards the steel cage, sending a warning glare to Sean. With Despayre slightly warn down, Sean gets back to his feet, walking towards the side of the cage nearest Synn. He steps through the ropes, taunting Synn and Angel and he’s not paying any attention! Vanessa tries yelling towards him, but it’s too late! Despayre has managed to crawl his way over towards him, grabs a hold of the rope under Sean and yanks up, crotching him! Sean doubles over but he’s caught in the ropes!

Adams: Ouch! My gooleys felt that one!

Simone: Gooleys? That’s an interesting term…

Adams: Thought it sounded better than saying me nuts felt that one. The term nuts always reminds me of a squirrel…

Despayre leaps back to his feet and with a wild burst of energy he begins SLAMMING Sean’s head into the side of the cage repeatedly! He’s so out of control that after the third time, he goes as far as to rake Sean’s head along the steel, defending not only his father, Synn, but also his bestest buddy, Angel!

Adams: You go Despy!

Simone: Ahem…We’re supposed to be unbiased here, Jason.aa

Adams: Oh come on. You can’t say you’re not rooting for Despayre to win this one? How can you not?!

Simone: Well…you have a point there.

Sean falls through the ropes, and as the camera zooms in, and sees that Sean has now been busted open! The crowd is going wild as Sean is on his back, staring up at the ceiling, seemingly dazed and confused. Despayre sees this as his opportunity as he springs to the side of the cage and begins climbing his way to the top and Sean has no idea!

Simone: He’s gonna do it, Jason! Despayre is going to escape the cage!aa

Adams: He’s almost to the top!

Despayre reaches the top of the cage and looks around as the crowd is roaring with approval! They’re cheering or him to escape the cage, but in a confusing move, Despayre stands on the top of the cage, balancing dangerously high above the ring! He’s staring down at Sean Jackson, still down on the canvas! Synn is looking up to his son and he’s now shaking his head as everyone realizes what Despayre is about to do!

Simone: Oh God..Don’t do it Despayre! Don’t!

Adams: I don’t think he can hear you.

Before Synn can try and get through to Despayre, it’s too late! Despayre does a moonsault off the top of the cage right towards Sean! But right before Despayre crashes against him, Sean rolls out of the way and Despayre instead crashes against the canvas! He immediately goes still and the entire crowd, and Synn, look on horrified!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: Oh my God! He’s…He’s out cold! He could be seriously hurt!

Adams: I..I can’t believe what we just witnessed!

Sean gets back to his feet, very unsteadily and he’s looking directly towards the door to the cage, just inches away. He signals for them to open the door and the official does so. As sean crawls his way towards the door, Despayre doesn’t even move and Holly is checking on him, with no response. Synn is clearly more concerned for Despayre than he is with Sean crawling through the cage door and crashing to the ground outside and the bell rings!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent:Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner and the NEWWW SCW Internet Champion…SEAN JACKSON!!

Just as Synn rushes over to the door to go check on Despayre, Marshall Owens attempts to hold the door closed preventing this. Anybody who knows Synn, however, knows he’s not one to mess with and Synn EASILY manages to yank the door open and it crashes against Marshall’s face, knocking him out cold! Synn rushes into the ring and over to Despayre, as Sean Jackson is handed the Internet Championship belt and he’s helped back to his feet.

Simone: You have to commend Despayre on attempting such a dangerous move, but that stuff comes back to bite you in the ass sometimes. I hope he’s okay.

Adams: I think I just saw his arm move, which might be a good sign.

As Sean Jackson and his entourage make their way backstage, medical officials storm down to the ring to check on Despayre as Synn is at his side the entire time.

Simone: Hopefully we’ll have a word on Despayre’s condition soon.

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Backstage, Sam Marlowe and her sister can be seen in street clothes as they are watching the monitor. Sam is completely into the match as Cyn leans against an equipment box as she files at her nails. Listening to the crowd react to something on the screen, Cyn sighs as if this whole night was just a bore for her. Sam turns to her sister with a glare.

Sam Marlowe: Okay I get you don’t like it here in San Juan but really, this is my second supercard only this time I am not wrestling so I can be a fan.

Cyn Marlowe: Really Sam? A fan? Could you please try to at least act like a professional wrestler?

Rolling her eyes, Sam turns back to the monitor and crosses her arms as she watches. Cyn looks at her sister, and shakes her head as she turns her attention back to her nails. A crafty look crosses Cyn’s face.

Cyn Marlowe: You know, they don’t seem to be booking you very often anymore Sammi. Do you think that they want you to still wrestle?

Sam stops watching, her bottom lip slipping between her teeth worriedly.

Sam Marlowe: You don’t think that they would…I have a contract and all that.

Cyn Marlowe: Oh I am sure that eventually they will put you on a show or something. You just better start making them notice you after all it is all about how you push yourself forward and all that. Maybe Sammi you just need to be more of a bitch, like me.

Cyn gives Sam a very bright told you so smile as Sam looks panicked. From behind her, Pussy Willow puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder as she glares at Cyn.

Pussy Willow: Oh don’t listen to her Sam, you will probably be booked on the next show. There can only really be so many matches per show and this time you weren’t booked but next time you will. Why don’t you come with me and we can get a drink.

As she says that, Pussy motions to Sam to come with her as Cyn rolls her eyes.

Cyn Marlowe: You keep saying that…and maybe you will begin to believe it.

Sam and Pussy leave Cyn to herself as the view goes back to ringside.

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The tour continues....

November

1st - Climax Control - Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic
8th - Climax Control - Kingston, Jamaica
15th - Climax Control - Havana, Cuba
22nd - Climax Control - San Jose, Costa Rica
29th - Climax Control - Cancun, Mexico

December

13th - Supercard. - DECEMBER 2 DISMEMBER III - Ottawa, Ontario, Canada

Tickets are on sale now! Don't miss out!

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Mike aka Sean Jackson has proven himself time and again whenever there is any writing to be done. He is a regular RPer for every show he is booked on, and even when he isn't booked, he is one of the most active writers for segments SCW has! His ability to set a scene and draw the ire towards the character of Sean Jackson time and again has impressed his peers so much that they have named him the SCW RPer of the Year! Congratulations!

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Justin: The following contest is for the World Bombshell championship... introducing first, challenger number one...

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring, or Currently in the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Justin: And challenger number two.

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is Crystal Hilton!

Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..

Justin: And their opponent...

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is the SCW World Bombshell Champion, she is Mikah!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Mikah is standing in the middle of Mercedes and Crystal as she slowly moves her eyes back and forth. Drew Patton points to all three ladies before signaling for the bell to sound.

DING DING DING

The moment the bell rings, Mikah quickly rolls out of the ring as Crystal quickly goes on the attack. Crystal starts hammering away with rights and lefts as Mercedes is trying her best to cover up. Crystal then begins to drive her knees into the midsection while driving both fists down onto Mercedes' back. She quickly drops to the canvas as Crystal grabs one arm and drops her knee across the joint.

Simone: Crystal is quickly out of the gates and taking it to Mercedes.

Adams: No. Don't do that to Mercedes.

The initial impact of Crystal's knee causes Mercedes to scream in pain as Mikah remains on the outside watching the action unfold. Crystal drops her knee once again across Mercedes' elbow while looking directly at Mikah. Crystal pulls Mercedes to her feet and runs towards the ropes, jumping on the middle one and whipping Mercedes over in a springboard arm drag, throwing the Argentine across the ring. Crystal waits for Mercedes to get to her feet and charges at her, but Mercedes ducks. Crystal continues to run and dives through the middle rope with a suicide dive, crashing in to Mikah as the fans cheer louding.

Simone: You're in this match now Mikah.

Mercedes gets to her feet, looking at the two outside and runs towards them. Grabbing the top rope, Mercedes cannonballs herself over the top rope, crashing hard in to Crystal and knocking her flying!

Adams: We got a whole pile of bodies out there.

Mercedes gets to her feet first and grabs Mikah by the hair, rolling her in to the ring. Mercedes jumps up on the ring apron, and holds on to the top rope. She jumps over the top rope and nails Mikah with a slingshot legdrop, crushing Mikah's chest. Mercedes stays on the attack by pulling Mikah to get feet and giving her a hard slap across the face. She grabs hold of Mikah hair and throws her across the ring. Mikah pulls herself up in the corner and Mercedes charges in. Mikah puts her leg up, catching Mercedes on the jaw and causing her to stumble out of the corner. Mikah moves in, taking a handful of Mercedes hair and drives her face first in to the mat. She stays on her knees and lifts Mercedes head, smashing it repeatly in to the canvas. Mikah stands up as the fans boo loudly but she ignores them. She steps back and waits for Mercedes to get on her knees and charges at her, planting a stiff boot to Mercedes ribs. She rolls Mercedes on to her back and goes for the pin. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...

Mercedes gets a shoulder up.

Adams: Mikah must have a taxi waiting.

Simone: Maybe she's actually going out with her husband tonight instead of her boss.

Mikah turns around, only to see Crystal charging at her. Crystal jumps in the air and catches Mikah's head with a tilt a whirl head scissiors, throwing Mikah across the ring. Mikah quickly gets back to her feet, only to be met with a dropkick to the chest. As Mikah gets up, Crystal lifts her up and slams her down with a body slam before messuring her up, jumping in the air and planting a knee to Mikah's forehead. She gets up and runs at the ropes, jumping on the middle and flying backwards with a springboard moonsault, crashing down on Mikah. She hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...

Mikah kicks out!

Simone: Crystal is on fire here!

Crystal gets to her feet but Mercedes hits her in the back of the head, knocking her down to the canvas.

Adams: That's one way to put out that fire.

Crystal gets back on to her knees but Mercedes moves forward, grabbing hold of Crystal's head as she flips over her and plants her with a front flip facebuster. Mercedes pulls Crystal to her feet and grabs a handful of hair. She whips Crystal over with a hair pull snapmare, leaving Crystal on her rear. She quickly spins around, swinging her leg and catching Crystal on the side of the head with a buzzsaw kick! Crystal flops and Mercedes drops down, going for the cover. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...

Mikah breaks it up!

Simone: The champion was close to losing the gold without being pinned.

Mikah takes Mercedes by the head and runs her to the ropes, tossing her over the top and to the outside of the ring, Mercedes landing hard outside. Mikah turns her attention back to Crystal and pulls her to her feet. She takes Crystal by the head and runs her towards the ropes, throwing her through the ropes and on to the apron. Mikah locks on a front face lock as she pulls Crystal through the ropes, keeping her feet on the middle rope and drops down with a dangerous DDT. Mikah sits up and brushes her hair from her face and smirks to the booing crowd. She pulls Crystal to her feet and throws her in to the corner before charging in with a roaring elbow. She lifts Crystal on to the top rope and starts to climb. She sets Crystal up for a superplex and lifts her off the rope, sending her crashing down. Mercedes jumps up the same rope as Crystal and Mikah just vacated and waits. Mikah returns to her feet and Mercedes jumps off, grabbing Mikah's head and nailing her with a flipping neckbreaker, while also dropping a leg over Crystal!

Adams: Now that was impressive stuff! Not even I can do that.

Simone: You can barely drink coffee without spilling it.

Adams: Sadly accurate.

Mercedes pulls Mikah to her feet and hooks her head up, lifting her over with a snap suplex, crashing her in Crystal. Mercedes focuses on Mikah, lifting her to her feet and pulling her over with a snap mare hair pull. Mikah sits up and Mercedes charges at the ropes, she comes back and crashes a knee in to Mikah's head. Mercedes goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...

Mikah kicks out!

Simone: Mercedes was so close there!

Adams: Closer than my butt to this seat.

Mercedes runs her fingers through her hair and moves towards Mikah, pulling her on to her feet as she stands up and throws her in to the corner. Mercedes follows in with a clothesline, but before she can get out of the corner, Crystal charges in and jumps up with a huge splash, squashing both Mercedes and Mikah in the corner!

Adams: Mercedes was the meat in a Mikah and Crystal sandwich. I would so try that sandwich.

As Crystal backs up, Mercedes stumbles backwards. Crystal jumps up, and wraps her legs around Mercedes head from behind and jumps back with a reverse hurricanrunna, driving Mercedes head in to the canvas!

Simone: Crystal can pick up the win here!

Crystal rolls Mercedes on to her back and hooks the leg. Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...

Mercedes just about pushes her shoulder up!

Adams: I really thought that was it.

Crystal looks on in disbelief as she gets back to her feet. She turns around but Mikah charges at her and connects with a huge clothesline, knocking Crystal down. Crystal quickly springs back to her feet and Mikah approaches, but Crystal kicks Mikah in the midsection and forces her back. Before Mikah can get closer, Crystal jumps in the air and catches Mikah with a chick kick, knocking the champion down!

Simone: Flashing Lights!

Crystal looks at Mikah's legs and nods. She picks up her legs and rolls her over with...

Simone: Withering Rose!

Adams: She's got it locked in and Mikah has nowhere to go!

Crystal reaches back, putting more pressure on Mikah's back with her finisher. Mikah's hand hovers above the mat, shaking.

Simone: Mikah's gonna tap and Crystal will be the new champion!

Mikah's hand shakes above the mat but Mercedes jumps up and charges towards Crystal, nailing her with a big boot the the side of the head and breaking the hold.

Simone: Mercedes just saved Mikah from becoming and ex champion.

Adams: Mercedes still wants to make her an ex champion.

Mercedes grabs Crystal by the head and and runs her to the rope, tossing her over the top and sending her flying to the floor. Mercedes turns her attention to Mikah and pulls the champion to her feet. She quickly lifts her up in to a reverse death valley driver position.

Simone: Black Rose Overdrive coming up!

Mikah struggles on Mercedes shoulders, viciously throwing elbows on Mercedes head. She slides off Mercedes back and lands on her feet, back to back. Without turning her head to look, she swings her leg out, connecting with...

Simone: Mikahangelo!

Mercedes drops down to her knees and Mikah drops down and rolls her on her back. She hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down to make the count

1
2...
3!

DING DING DING

Justin: The winner of the match and STILL SCW World Bombshell Champion.... Mikah!

Simone: Mikah has overcome her biggest challenge yet!

Adams: She'll be partying the night away without a doubt. Man I wish I got invited to those things.

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In the first aid area, Despayre is laying down on the exam table, surrounded by Synn, Gabriel, Rage and Phillip as the physician checks on him. The first aid specialist shines a light in his eyes and suddenly it's swatted aside, Despayre sending the light scattering across the floor!

Synn: Joshua!

Despayre blinks, taking in his surroundings and then whines, holding his head.

Despayre: Did I win? Did I beat Sean?

Gabriel: Afraid not little buddy.

Gabriel patted him on the arm.

Gabriel: Sean won the championship.

Despayre glanced at the others who slowly nod, backing up the happenings from earlier in the evening. Despayre huffs and flops his arms flat to the table.

Despayre: Well! That's certainly a fly in the ol' ointment!

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Mark Ward has proven himself a friend and leader in SCW, time and again. And not just to his friends who help run the fed as staff, but to the RPers who are the very backbone of any efed. When people have a question, they come to Mark. When folks have a problem, he's the one they feel best going to. And small wonder as Mark is just a good natured man who truly cares about not just the fed, but the people running it and playing in it. Mister Ward gives up so much free time and personal ventures to make sure things run smoothly and on time, and it is this commitment that has shown time and again that he is not just the heart of SCW, but the very soul as well.

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Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Sin City Wrestling's own "Hostess With the Mostess" ... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The San Juan crowd cheers and applauds as a spotlights shines on the stage, illuminating a podium and Amanda dressed like Lucille Ball in the famous "Vitameatavegimin" commercial skit. She holds up a bottle and the skit begins...

The crowd cheers and laughs as Amanda winks into the camera and the spotlight winks out.

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"Monster" by Skillet plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak. Raab is wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and he wears a black and red stripy mask.

Justin: Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany....he is the reigning SCW World Heavyweight Champion.....the Masked German Monster.....Lord Raab!

He ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Justin: And his opponent...

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing. He moves towards the ropes, reaching through and taking a mic from Justin Decent and turns to the middle of the ring with a faux smile on his face as the music fades.

HS: What time is it?

Hot Stuff can't help himself but laugh as the crowd boos feverishly.

HS: I'll tell you what time it is. It's judgment time. It's time for Drake Green to get left behind in a Puerto Rican jail cell while the rest of finish out this tour with Lord Raab as our World Champion.

He points to Raab as the crowd continues to boo.

HS: Now, now. I am a fair boss.

He laughs again.

HS: According to the rulebook, Drake Green has a ten count to answer the bell. I...as a forgiving boss...am prepared to honor that. Even though Drake is rotting in a five by five meter hole somewhere. So, Ms. St. John, if you would be so kind. Jasmine stares at Mark Ward before starting a ten count.

One!

Two!

Three!

Four!

Adams: This isn't right, Belinda.

Five!

Simone: I am inclined to agree with you, Jason...for once.

Six!

Simone: What's that?

A loud commotion is heard up in the stands as Jasmine continues her count.

Seven!

Adams: It's Drake Green! He's back at the stadium!

A massive pop of a cheer echoes through the stadium as Drake runs full speed toward the barricade, trying to make it in time.

Eight!

He hurdles over the barricade and dives for the ring.

Nine!

Simone: He made it!

Adams: He made it!

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

Simone: Mark Ward can't believe it!

Adams: Mark Ward can't believe it!

Simone: Will you stop that?!

Hot Stuff is furious in the ring and he goes to lurch toward Drake but Jasmine St. John steps in his way. Drake smiles and waves at Ward before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms to a massive reaction from the Puerto Rican crowd.

HS: Wait a damn minute! You're forgetting something. This is a roulette rules match and no one has spun the wheel...

The screen lights up with Ms Rocky Mountains standing looking at the roulette wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: This isn't the usual roulette wheel...

The camera moves closer to see new stipulations such has "Five to win if your name begins with D" "One hand tied behind your back if you don't wear a mask" "D's are blind folded" "Masked men get 5 free moves ever 30 seconds" and other biased stipulations. Drake rolls his eyes as Hot Stuff looks at him.

HS: Just spin the fucking wheel!

Rocky does as she's told and roulette wheel lands on "Can not be DQed if you're a monster."

Simone: This is unbelieable!

HS: That was one I was hoping for Drake, because that means that anything this monster does in this ring tonight, he can not be disqualified, you on the other hand, you look at me like that again and you will be. Also, I think his friends want a closer view of this so...

Hot Stuff points to the back and Goth and Samuel make their way from behind the curtain. Hot Stuff smiles at Drake.

HS: Good luck pal, cause you're gonna need it.

Hot Stuff smirks at Drake as he steps out of the ring and points to Jasmine in the ring. She nods and calls for the bell as Hot Stuff sits on a chair outside the ring.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And our biggest match of the year is underway!

Adams: And by Hot Stuff's roulette wheel, Lord Raab can not be disqualified for anything he does. The odds are stacked against Drake Green tonight.

Raab and Drake start to circle each other, looking across the ring at each other as the fans begin to lift the volume. The two men meet in the middle of the ring and lock up but Raab quickly uses his strength advantage to push Drake across the ring. The fans boo as Drake pulls himself to his feet, using the ropes. He instantly moves towards Raab and locks up again, pushing the masked German monster back but Raab gets on the front foot again and pushes Drake down to the mat once more.

Simone: These guys are roughly the same height, they have the same weight but Raab has inhuman power at times.

Drake returns to his feet, moving towards Raab and puts his arms in to lock up, but as Raab does the same, Drake quickly moves to his side and plans a boot in Raab's knee, dropping him down on to one knee.

Adams: Brain one, brawn zero.

Drake begins to reign forearm shots down on to the back of Raab's head, each one connecting with hard hitting force. Raab head rocks forward, but Drake pulls him up to his feet and wraps him in a front facelock and starts to lift knees in to Raab's chest.

Adams: Drake going a little MMA on Raab.

Simone: That's not a world he wants to be in with Raab comfortable in the arena.

Drake jumps up in to the air and Raab holds him out straight, but Drake swings backwards and nails him with a hard impact DDT! The fans burst in to cheers as Drake gets back to his feet and looks at Raab rolling on to his back. Drake quickly drops a boot on the German's chest, followed by a second and third. Raab rolls to the ropes but Drake moves in, lifting the champion to his feet and whipping him across the ring. Drake moves towards the center of the ring and drops his head as Raab comes back. He lifts him over with a huge back body drop! Raab rolls away but Drake stays on the attack, crouching as he waits for Raab to return to his feet. As he does, Drake jumps up with a codebreaker!

Simone: Showstopper!

Adams: No!

Raab catches Drake with his left arm as Drake's knees sit firmly on Raab's chest. Raab uses his right arm to push Drake's legs off him as he drops backwards and drives Drake's head in to his knees!

Adams: That could give you and instant concussion.

Drake rolls on to his back, holding the top of his head, and Raab moves on top of him. Jasmine drops down to make the count.

1....
2....

Drake gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Raab could have ended this one early with that unique move.

Raab looks outside the ring, shouting out to Samuel. Raab leans over Drake in a full mount position and starts to rain shots down on the challenger, each one bouncing off his head while Samuel reaches under the ring. Drake tries to cover up and Samuel pulls a ladder out from underneath the ring. He puts it in between the top and middle rope and Raab gets off of Drake. He pulls Drake to the ladder and puts him across it before stepping on to the ring apron. He jumps off the ring apron, and grabs the ladder as he does, slingshotting Drake flying across the ring. The crowd boo as Raab rolls back in to the ring, stalking Drake. He grabs the challenger by the head and roughly pulls him to his feet before charging him at the ladder and throwing Drake through the air and sending him flying in to the ladder.

Adams: Drake is taking a beating here.

Simone: Much to Hot Stuff's pleasure.

Outside the ring Hot Stuff smiles and Raab picks Drake up. Raab holds Drake with one hand around the throat and nails him with a hard shot towards the side of his head but before he can connect, Drake lifts a boot and plants it in Raab's midsection, causing Raab to stop in his tracks. Drake steps forward and wraps his arms around Raab and lifts him over with a release belly to belly suplex, sending Raab back first on to the ladder!

Simone: Can't get disqualified for that.

Drake tells Jasmine he unintentionally dropped Raab on the ladder and he goes back to work. He stands next to Raab laying on the ladder and grabs the top rope, jumping up and springboarding on the middle rope, jumping around to nail Raab with a leg drop. He peels Raab off the ladder and catches him with a forearm shot to the head before pulling him towards the corner. Drake moves behind Raab, his back to the corner and wraps his arms around him. He lifts the champion backwards and drives his head in to the top turnbuckle with force, before pulling him back to his feet, spinning him around one hundred and eighty degrees and dropping him over with a bridging German suplex! Drake keeps his shoulders pinned to the canvas and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

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2....

Raab gets a shoulder up!

Adams: Drake was close there.

Drake stands up and pulls the ladder in to the ring.

Adams: Don't hit him with it Drake!

Simone: If he does, it's game over for him.

Drake holds the ladder above his head, teasing the crowd, but stands it up in the ring. He pulls Raab to his feet and drags him to the corner, putting Raab in a front face lock and climbing on to the second rope. He jumps off the second rope and plants Raab with a tornado DDT. Drake points to the top of the ladder and the fans start to cheer wildly. Drake moves over to the ladder and starts to climb the ladder, looking down at Raab.

Adams: He can't get DQ'ed for this cause the ladder is not a weapon.

Drake points to the sky before jumping off the top rope with a diving elbow drop!

Simone: What an elbow drop!

Drake quickly hooks Raab's legs and goes for the coverJasmine drops down to make the count.

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2....

Raab just kicks out!

Adams: Well I'm be a husband of a witch! I thought Raab was finished there.

Drake shakes his head as he gets to his feet and pulls Raab with him but Raab swings a boot, catching Drake low and in the groin.

Simone: The cheating...

Adams: Legal.

Goth quickly moves around the ring, pulling a chair from ringside and throwing it over the top rope, landing next to Raab. Raab looks down at the chair and picks it up. As Drake stands, Raab pushes the chair in to Drake's chest, handing it to him.

Simone: What's he doing?

Adams: He wants Drake to have it, early Christmas present maybe?

Drake grabs the chair and Raab points to his own head.

Simone: He's telling Drake to use it.

Adams: That means Drake will be kicked out of the match.

Drake raises the chair and brings it thundering down towards Raab's head, but stops inches from it, knowing the match will end. Raab kicks Drake in the gut, forcing him to lower the chair in front of his face and Raab slams his fist at it, smashing the chair in to Drake's face! Drake falls backwards and Raab picks up the chair, as Drake sits up, Raab swings the chair around Drake's head, catching him with a baseball bat swing to the side of the head. Raab drops the chair on the canvas and picks Drake up and wraps his hands around Drake's throat. He lifts Drake up and drops him with a chokeslam powerbomb, Drake's head bouncing off the chair below!

Adams: That could have caused some perminant damage!

Raab puts his feet over Drake's shoulders and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

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2....

Drake barely rolls his arm up!

Simone: Jasmine's hand was just inches from the canvas!

The fans gasp in shock as Raab returns to his feet and Drake moves to the corner. Raab picks up the chair and puts it across Drake's face. Raab lifts his foot back and drills the chair in to Drake's face, opening a small cut above his eye. Raab throws the chair away and pulls Drake to his feet. He sets him up in a powerbomb position. He lips Drake to his feet and charges him towards the turnbuckle, but Drake slams punch after punch on Raab's head, slowing him down before he can release Drake. Drake puts his hands on Raab's head, forcing him over his back, and pulling him down with a flipping piledriver, driving Raab's head in to the canvas!

Simone: Oh my God!

Drake gets to his feet, looking out to the crowd as Raab slowly gets to his feet. As Raab does, Drake jumps up and nails him with the codebreaker!

Simone: Showstopper!

Drake lays on his back with Raab just feet away from him, and sits up, looking around. He gets to his feet, waiting for Raab to return to his. As he does, he plants Raab with a boot to the midsection! He underhooks both his arms and drops him down hard with a double underhook implant DDT!

Simone: Show's Over!

Adams: Drake Green is about to become a champion again!

He rolls Raab on to his back and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

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2....

Raab kicks out! The fans gasp in shock!

Simone: No!

Adams: There's not a person watching this who can believe Raab just kicked up!

Drake sits up with a look of shock on his face. He tries to pull Raab to his feet but Raab lifts his arm up, hitting Drake with a low blow! Raab pulls himself up Drake before quickly grabbing his head and dropping him down with a diamond cutter!

Simone: Killercutter!

Raab get's to his feet, beating on his own chest before agressively pulling Drake to his feet! Raab quickly hooks Drake's arms together and lifts him in the air. Raab drops him down with a double arm brainbuster, dropping Drake square on his head!

Simone: Raabinator!

Adams: This is it!

Raab rolls Drake on to his back and hooks his leg. Jasmine drops down to make the count.

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2....

Drake just about pushes his shoulders from the mat!

Simone: Unbelievable!

Adams: No one has ever done that before!

Raab gets to his feet yelling at Jasmine. Jasmine holds two fingers up to Raab but Raab pushes her in the face, forcing her to fall down to the canvas.

Simone: That's Raab getting a heavy fine in the morning.

Adams: I don't think he cares, besides, he can't get DQ'ed.

Goth quickly enters the ring and he and Raab start to stomp on Drake, almost out cold. Samuel reaches under the ring and pulls out a table, sliding it in to the ring. He starts to get the table set up as Goth and Raab mercilessly pummel Drake while he's down.

Simone: This is just a gang attack!

Raab orders Goth to pick Drake up and he does, pulling the now bleeding Showstopper to the edge of the table.

Adams: We've seen this before.

The crowd instantly burst in to cheers as newly crowned Tag Team Champions, Guns For Hire and Casey Williams charge down the ramp.

Simone: What's Casey doing here?

Adams: Might be looking to get some revenge for earlier. Or it could be to do with a certain fed that starts with A...

Guns for Hire reach the ring first, Ethan charging at Samuel and taking him down to the canvas, while Landon makes a move for Raab pummeling him back in to the corner with hard shot. Casey spins Goth and the two start exchanging heavy blow. Casey spins Goth to the ropes and charges at him with a clothesline, taking him over the top rope before following him outside. Samuel hit Ethan with a hard right hand and knocks him off him. He gets to his feet and throws Ethan through the ropes and follows him out, stomping on him. Landon sees his partner in trouble and moves towards him. He gets on the ring apron and dives off, crashing in to Samuel and taking him down. Hot Stuff slides in to the ring, looking at Drake returning to his feet.

Simone: This is not good for Drake at all.

Hot Stuff slaps Drake on the head urging him to return to his feet. Hot Stuff steps back and waits in a crouch.

Adams: Could he be looking for...

As Drake stands up, Hot Stuff attempts the Red Hot, but Drake ducks. Hot Stuff turns around and Drake nails him with the Red Hot, sending the boss through the ropes!

Simone: Hot Stuff just got hit with his own finisher!

Drake turns around, only for Raab to wrap his hands around Drake's throat. He lift Drake up in a Raabinator position and moves Drake in front of the table. Drake puts a foot on the table before swinging his other leg in to Raab's ribs. He gets a firmer footing as Raab drops him, leaving him standing on the table. Drake jumps up in the air wrapping his legs around Raab neck in the air with the....

Simone: Rated R Chokehold!

Adams: Raab's still on his feet!

Raab holds Drake in the air, refusing to fall to the canvas. Drake pulls the hold on tighter and Raab begins to wobble. Drake throws himself backwards, holding on to a tiring Raab and pulling him through the table!

Adams: I've never seen anyone use a submission hold to put someone through a table before!

Raab and Drake lay amongst the broken table as Jasmine crawls around. Raab shakes his head, refusing to tap out.

Simone: Nothing will make this monster tap out. He loves the pain.

Raab tries to force himself on to his knee but Drake pulls back further. Raab still shakes his head, but his eyes begin to close. He puts an arm up, but it flops to the floor, Jasmine checks on Raab and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

The fans instantly burst in to wild cheers.

Justin: The winner of the match, AND NEW SCW World Heavyweight Champion.... DRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE GREEEEEEEEEEEN!

Simone: Drake Green is the new champion!

Adams: Raab refused to tap, he refused to have his shoulders pinned down, Drake Green had to damn near kill him just to get that title out of his hands!

Drake drops to his knees as Jasmine hands him the title belt. Guns For Hire and Casey Williams returns to the ring, helping him back on to his feet and hugging the new champion. Lyah Lindberg runs to the ring, quickly sliding in the ring and wrapping her arms around Drake.

Crowd: ACW! ACW! ACW!

Lyah lets Drake go and Casey lifts Drake's arm in the air as he raises the title in the other, causing the fans to cheer. Outside the ring, an angry looking Hot Stuff stands with The Monstimals behind him, Raab viciously kicking the ring barricades and Henry tries to calm him.

Simone: ACW may live tonight, but that is all we've got time for at High Stakes V. We hope you've enjoyed your night and we'll see you in two weeks time at Climax Control!

Adams: Good night everybody!

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Dustin, Maggie, The Lord MK, Jenny, Sam, Gerrit, Annie, Andy, Mike, Casey, Mikah, Gavin Stephens, Kris Halc, Fizz, CJ Sharpe, Mercedes. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to you all for the amazing roleplays!