The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Galen Center in Los Angeles, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

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

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Galen Center, in Los Angeles, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling and "High Stakes VI"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda steps out onto the stage, dressed like an elderly woman with a floral print mumu and a gray beehive hairdo and thick rimmed glasses. Using a cane, she waddles across the stage and the performance begins!

Amanda: Let me tell you sonny... let me tell you straight
You kids today ain't never had it tough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough

Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell me internal organs just to pay the rent

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
There's something wrong with all you kids today
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
We were hungry, broken and miserable and we liked it fine that way

There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner, we had a big 'ol chunk of dirt
If we were really good, we didn't get dessert

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

Didn't have no telephone, didn't have no FAX machine
All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
Didn't have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass

What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline

Dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

The song ends and the crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda hobbles around the stage, waving her cane and blowing kisses before vanishing back behind the curtains.

Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome to the SIXTH edition of our Supercard spectacular, High Stakes VI!

Adams: And the final SCW Supercard of 2016!

Simone: Indeed! I am Belinda Simone!

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams, but if you have me on Twitter then you already knew that.

Simone: And tonight we celebrate six editions of High Stakes as we present to you not only FIFTEEN matches, but also the 2016 Hall of Fame induction ceremonies AND the 2016 Year End awards to present!

Adams: And as usual, we start the night off with championship action when the World Tag Team Champions, the Members of the Elders, defend against Jet City.

Simone: It was originally meant to be a return match between the Elders and Team BJ, but Ben and Jamie took the evening off and handed the new brother tag team of Jason and Kris Halc.

Adams: Eyesnsane and Jon can't be happy about that because they can't prepare for a team they've never seen before!

Simone: Then the two newest members of the Superstar roster debut against one another as Dax Brackett takes on Calvin Harris.

Adams: Dax went through enough to finally get a contract with SCW. If he drops the boner here, he'll never live it down!

Simone: Drops the boner...?

Adams: The Bombshell Roulette Championship is next! Veronica Taylor wants her title back but she's going to have to go through new champion, Celeste North, to do it!

Simone: And I highly doubt Celeste is just going to lay down and let Veronica win it.

Adams: Yeah, even though that's EXACTLY what Veronica wants!

Simone: Then we have a tag team challenge match between two Bombshell combinations! Natalie McKinley will pair with Lowri Moss to take on the Justice League, Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick!

Adams: No relation!

Simone: That joke is wearing thin.

Adams: And this started mainly between Natalie and Belinda over who is stronger!

Simone: Yes and we'll hopefully get our answer as both have recruited their partners to back them up.

Adams: The men's Roulette Championship is next! Steve Ramone FINALLY gets his one on one shot against two-time champion, James Tuscini!

Simone: Steve has been running his mouth left and right, saying all he needed was this one chance. Well if he doesn't back it up then I hope we won't be hearing from him again on the subject.

Adams: Sure we will! It'll just be a lot of moaning about how unfair the officials are, just like always.

Simone: Another title match follows this, the World Bombshell Tag Team titles when the Angel Clan defends against the Members of the Elders, Alana Allure and Song!

Adams: Song and Alana worked their way back up to contender status, and this is their big chance to walk away with their first Tag Team title together!

Simone: But their work will be cut out for them because Uriella and Lucy upended Team Hero. You don't beat Roxi and Keira and simply hand over the titles afterwards.

Adams: A Triple Threat match between the Superstars will make things fun and exciting! It's between Ryan Keys, JT Midas and Samuel Devereux!

Simone: And these matches are always a valuable staple in SCW to determine who might be next in line for championship opportunities. Which title the winner gets a shot at, however, is up in the air.

Adams: Hell In A Cell! That's what's next when Amy Marshall finally gets her hands on Polly Playtime!

Simone: Polly scored a win over Jessie Salco two weeks ago to get to decide what their match stipulation tonight would be, and she did indeed choose the ever dangerous Hell In A Cell!

Adams: Polly is going to regret that. Her last name may be Playtime but Amy is not into games!

Simone: Then our second triple threat of the night, this one featuring the Bombshells. Sam Marlowe! Alexis Edwards! Mikah! All three main eventers, and all three former champions!

Adams: And I bet after this match, at least one will be on their way to trying to become a champion again!

Simone: We were all shocked when less than a month ago, Rage aligned himself with J2H and left the Sins, but as surprised as we were with that, we were horrified when Chris Shipman followed suit the very next week and attacked Synn, brutally putting him through a table!

Adams: Synn got a separated shoulder from that attack, but then we find out that after the attack, Rage all but demanded he get Shipman in a match here, tonight! I don't get it. Rage leaves the Sins, but he wants Shipman so he can defend Synn?

Simone: I'm not sure what is going through either man's mind but you know damn well this match will be brutal!

Adams: Then Melody Grace returns to the ring tonight for the first time since she lost the Internet Championship! She's taking on Mercedes Vargas who many thought would be in the World Bombshell title match tonight.

Simone: Unfortunately for her, that option was removed from the table by the bosses, and now we have the former Internet Champion in Melody going against the Grand Slam winner, Mercedes! This could be Melody's biggest test to date inside of the ring.

Adams: Speaking of tests, Kate Steele has a BIG one this time around when she puts her Internet Championship on the line against Evie Baang!

Simone: Evie has been on an absolute tear ever since her debut, and to date is undefeated. Kate is a valiant champion and one of SCW's elite, but if Evie's streak continues, she'll be leaving as the new champion.

Adams: That's what Travis Nathaniel Andrews is hoping to do tonight when he challenges Despayre for the Internet Championship!

Simone: Mister TNA has become absolutely obsessed with winning his first championship in SCW, so much so that he took complete advantage of Despayre's innocent nature and brutally attacked him, injuring the champion's knee with a steel chair!

Adams: How is Despayre going to defend himself, let alone his title, when his knee is completely out of whack?

Simone: Unfortunately we do not have that answer, and TNA's chances of championship gold got all that much better. Still, the challenger would be wise to keep Ruby Rose out of this one because Despayre has said he is bringing backup.

Adams: Synn isn't allowed to hit a woman, so Despy says he's bringing someone who will.

Simone: Then the first of our Double Main Event, for the World Bombshell Championship! Jessie Salco worked hard to get to this point, and that is what Mark ward respects when someone comes to him and asks for a title opportunity.

Adams: And he gave it to her for tonight! But can Jessie do it? Can she beat Crystal when nobody else has been able to do so?

Simone: It won't be a simple task, but if anyone can, Jessie's determination makes her the one.

Adams: Then the World Heavyweight Championship closes the night out in a Thunderdome match! Two men enter, one man leaves!

Simone: Both times J2H successfully defended his title against Dmitri, it was due to some form of interference. The first time it was Christian Underwood's actions, and the last time, Rage and JT Midas helped the champion retain.

Adams: But not tonight! It's the Thunderdome baby! Only one way in, and no way out until someone throws in the towel!

Simone: And there's no better time to start than right now!

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.

Adams: And talk about a wild way to kick things off!

Simone: Hot Stuff is in the house!

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. Hot Stuff is wearing a dark blue business suit and black dress shoes. 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 and cheering.

Simone: I can only imagine this again has something to do with Christian Underwood and how Mark is unhappy with his performance as of late.

Adams: Unhappy? Mark is pretty pissed at Christian!

Mark is passed the house mic by Justin Decent and he pauses in the center of the ring, waiting for the fans to soothe themselves. Once the cheers and boos subside, Hot Stuff is ready to speak.

Hot Stuff: When I came back a few weeks ago, I made it very clear to everyone, that things were gonna change around here. Things had been slack for months and I put the blame clearly at the feet of one man, and one man only, Christian Underwood.

Hot Stuff walks around the ring.

Hot Stuff: Some say that was harsh, but I disagree with that some. The multi million dollar company was in the hands of one man to make the hard choices, to keep people interested, to keep the roster happy, and add to it, but clearly he failed when he wasted money on Caleb Houston, Dillon Killborn and Eric Paisano, who he paid to do nothing. He wasted money on Josh Woodrum, who's old ass couldn't make a splash in a puddle. He was throwing money down the drain for fun.

Hot Stuff looks out to the crowd.

Hot Stuff: He took a happy roster, and made them miserable to the point I had to be called by members of the roster to get things done. I had to listen to miserable people complaining they couldn't find him when they needed him. I had to let him watch good stars out of their contracts, to be replaced with nothing. I had people unhappy at the fact that they have a referee in the ring they don't trust at all, because she's made mistakes that cost people, yet, she is still hasn't been spoken to about it.

Hot Stuff runs his hand on his chin.

Hot Stuff: I gave Christian till this show in a private chat to turn things around, to fix the problems he created while I was gone, but nothing's changed, so it's time for you to come out here Christian and tell the good people why you've pissed away the money they've paid to be here, why you've pissed away the money of everyone watching at home, why you've made a roster unhappy..

But just as Mark is getting his tirade going, EMF's "Unbelievable" suddenly blares across the stadium's sound system and the crowd ignites, standing on their feet and cheering while all eyes turn to the stage atop the entrance aisle!

Adams: Oop! And things are about to pick up!

Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with louder cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd as he pumps his fist and moves his body to the beat of the music! Clad in a bright purple dress shirt with dark gray slacks and black dress shoes, Christian stares ahead at the ring before he starts down towards the ring, all but ignoring the hands reaching out for him!

Adams: Will you look at the way he's staring at Mark?

Simone: if looks could kill...

Arriving at the ringside area, Christian stares intently at Mark inside of the ring before he walks around to the timekeeper's table and holds his hand out, with another microphone being placed into it. Christian then turns around and jogs up the ring steps and pauses, staring briefly first out at the fans, and then into the ring at Hot Stuff, before he steps through the ropes. Once inside, Christian and Mark stand across from one another, staring each other down.

Adams: Bloody hell! You can cut the tension with a knife!

As Mark stands and waits, Christian slowly brings the mic up to speak.

Christian: You gave me until this show. You? YOU gave ME until this show? I am not your employee Mark Ward! I am not one of your boot licks backstage who scurry around, eager to please, kissing your ass! I am your business partner! Fifty-fifty! That was what we agreed on since day one. You remember that, don't you? You remember what it means to be a partner? Well let me fill you in, because you obviously forgot! When you're in a business partnership with someone, it means that you both do an equal share of the work! Now for weeks I've sat back and watched you come out here, shooting off your mouth and running me down. I've had friends and family constantly asking me why I didn't go out there and defend myself and you know why?

Christian arches his brow and doesn't even wait for Mark to deign to answer.

Christian: Because as I said on Twitter, I was just biding my time. Waiting for the right moment to come out here, answer your allegations, and speak my mind. I wanted a grander stage than some small building to tell everyone out there the real truth about Mark Ward, and you know something? I think tonight is the night!

Mark frowns at this 'truth' topic, not understanding but Christian continues on.

Christian: You see, when you came back, what you failed to mention to everyone out there was that several weeks ago, months actually, you just upped and left. vanished. Poof! You just waltzed into the office one day and told me that you were taking time off, and didn't know when or IF you'd be back! Then before I knew it, you were gone! Flying back home to London and leaving me in the lurch! I know, big deal. Right? Except for the fact that you also didn't tell everyone watching that running the main operations of SCW was always -- ALWAYS -- a two man job! While we have a lot of people working under us, the main operations were always between the two of us! It was TOO MUCH WORK for just one man, but hey! That wasn't your problem because you were gone!

Mark starts to speak but Christian holds a hand up to cut him off.

Christian: Oh I know! I've taken some time off here and there, but not months! Not even weeks! I'd be damn lucky if I could get a god damn weekend off without you raising hell! I take a week off every other year to go back home to Vegas and you make it sound okay, but that's just a week! Easy to improvise. YOU WERE GONE MONTHS!!!

Now it's Christian who is starting to pace.

Christian: So YES! I can fully admit that I was cracking under the pressure! You gave me virtually no notice! You didn't even bother to appoint someone to hold the fort in your place until you got back! You just left me high and dry, and sat back and watched me have trouble while you made a list of whatever you think I did wrong and used it against me! But that's okay, am I right? Because let's face it. You're Mark Ward.

Christian smiles and shrugs.

Christian: What you do best is to sweep your own fuck ups and issues under the rug. It's either that, or you just flat out throw people under the bus and make your errors their own or just ignore your mistakes altogether like you're some sort of perfect angel who can do no god damn wrong!

Adams: Wow! Where is this coming from? Things are the same now as they've ever been in SCW between those two I thought.

Simone: Judging by the look on Mark's face, he's wondering the exact same thing.

Christian takes a step towards Mark and raises his eyebrows.

Christian: And you want to throw it in my face on some of the bad decisions that I've made in regards to who I hired? Well fine, so long as we're on that topic, then how about we take off the gloves and delve a little bit into your history, Mister Perfect, and some of the bad choices you made when it came to who you brought into the ranks? Take for instance... oh I don't know. Andrew Watts?

The crowd boos at the name of the former Superstar. Mark looks around and shakes his head.

Christian: Oh I know. The guy was successful in the ring and he helped out backstage, but the problem with the arrogant bastard was that he knew how good he was and never let us forget what he'd do for us! And then when he decided to not renegotiate, he spent all the remainder of his time going around and attempting to sabotage us with other promotions and Superstars! That one is on YOUR head, not mine! Oh! And then there's Lucian Frost!

The reception for that name is lukewarm, both cheers and boos ringing out from the crowd.

Christian: The man who thought it actually made sense for him to remove his mask and show his face to everyone for a matter of weeks, before he decided to be mysterious again and put the mask back on! After two VERY forgettable title reigns, what does he do? He leaves. Several months later, he wants to come back and you just let him. And he does nothing. Literally, nothing! Not even a promo or personal appearance ands then he vanishes again! And again! And each time he disappeared, he'd come back and want to return and YOU let him! And each time he came back, it was the SAME DAMN THING! Only the last time, he didn't even last a week! He just vanished and went into breach of contract! But that's okay.

Christian smiles and holds out his arms.

Christian: After all, you're Mark Ward. Your mistakes don't count. Oh, and before I forget! The biggest cluster fuck of them all where our roster is concerned... does the name JT Underwood ring a bell? Once again, one of your recruits, and a man that made backstage politics into a game. A man that created more drama than the rest of the roster combined! Again, that one was on YOUR head! But again, that's okay.

Christian chuckles.

Christian: Because, you're Hot Stuff Mark Ward. It doesn't matter when you do wrong or make mistakes, because it automatically becomes someone else's fault. Well guess what, Mark? I have a little secret for you. I'm not rich.

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: No, no. I'm not. Oh I have money. I am comfortable, but I don't have a limitless bank account like you do! I can't just up and leave on a whim like you do! I have responsibilities that I have to face! I have rosters that I try to keep happy but all I get is whining and bitching and moaning in return! And I keep up with it and keep trying, why?

Christian takes another step closer.

Christian: Because I have to!!! This here is my life! SCW is my livelihood! Not that you care! You stupid, ignorant, arrogant -- BASTARD!!

And before Mark can react, Christian foot flies up and right into his face with a Superkick! Right in the face! Mark goes down like he's shot, his mouth bloody! The crowd gasps in collective shock and horror at what they just witnessed!

Adams: What the hell!? Did I ... did I just see what I think I saw!?

Simone: Christian ... Christian just ATTACKED Mark!

The crowd quickly finds their voce and start to boo what they just witnessed! Christian stands over the unconscious Mark ward and says one last time into the microphone.

Christian: So fine, Mister Ward. You'll get your way! You wanted me to be more like you? Well Buttercup, you're about to find out just how big of a BITCH I can be!

Christian throws the mic down onto Mark's body and turns and exits the ring, amidst a chorus of boos from the crowd that only minutes ago, was supporting him!

Simone: I just don't get it. Christian snapped, but why!?

Christian vanishes back behind the curtains as a medical team rush out toward the ring to attend to "Hot Stuff!"

A white limousine is seen pulling up to the arena and parks itself right outside the doors to go into the building. The driver's door opens and out steps Mikah's personal driver, Alphonso. He adjusts his suit jacket before walking to the back of the limo and opening the door. And out steps Mikah, wearing her wrestling attire with her new dark grey shirt on that went to the top of her ring attire bottoms. Her bodyguard, Brody Wagner stepped out behind her, dressed in a grey suit.

Mikah: Seriously?! You're going to follow me into the arena? Where there are a LOT of people around?

She gives her bodyguard an agitated look as he stood somewhat behind her and off to the side. He gives her a serious look before nodding his head.

Brody: That's what I was hired to do, ma'am.

Mikah: MIKAH! My name is Mikah! I'm not a 50 year old school teacher that wants to be called ma'am. We've had this discussion, Brody.

He just nods his head at her before looking around the perimeter of the area they were in.

Brody: Looks, safe.

Mikah raises an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes and looking at Alphonso.

Mikah: Can I leave him here with you, Alphonso?

Alphonso chuckles and shrugs his shoulders.

Alphonso: I don't think he'd stay, Mrs. Green but if he would, you'd be welcome to leave him here.

Mikah sighs before eyeing Brody up and he just gives her a look and she growls in slight irritation before marching off to the door.

Brody: This is not an easy job, is it Alphonso?

Alphonso shrugs his shoulders and pats Brody on the shoulder.

Alphonso: Hey, she likes me.

Loyola Marymount University
Los Angels, Ca.

The Elders are walking down a nearly empty hallway of the University and are heading toward the cafeteria. They are all wearing blue jeans and in force as we see Alana next to Wrigley with Ted and Orchid behind them, and Song next to Blasted Monk with the doctor following them and Eyesnsane and Jon Dough behind the doctor. They all have on red t-shirts with black letters that read SCW.

Eyesnsane: Seriously do we get paid extra for this?

Alana: Did you get that new car that you keep in a garage because you still don't know what a reasonable work schedule is?

Eyesnsane: Yeah.

Alana: Call it a bonus, now suck it up.

Jon: I would say burn, but that left you a little extra crispy.

Eyesnsane: Oh Halloween face has jokes today.

Jon: I don't know who you are talking about but I have jokes for days.

Blasted Monk: Here we go. I'm too damn sober for this.

Eyesnsane: Yeah what Monk said.

Ted: Why do I always wind up feeling like a peer counselor with all of yall?

Becky laughs a bit.

Song: Maybe because you dress like one.

Orchid: That's not funny Song.

Song: Who said I was joking?

Eyesnsane: Damn!

Ted: How the hell you figure, we all got on the same stuff today.

Alana: Kids!

Song: I don't want any.

Eyesnsane: I don't think you are in danger of that, well unless Kenzi has a special secret...

Song stops walking and turns around to face Eyesnsane.

Song: You got some kind of problem?

Eyesnsane: I got ninety nine problems let's not make you one.

Song places her hand on her hip and looks a bit sideways at Eyesnsane.

Eyesnsane: Come on Song it was a joke, take it easy yo.

Song: Well it was not funny.

Eyesnsane: Look you know me and I ain't got no issue with whatever you do or don't do with whomever.

Jon: Besides Eyesnsane has a crush on the good doctor and ever since he realized it he has been saying all the wrong things.

Eyesnsane: Why are you even here? Where's Matt?

Jon: I'm here because we are doing an Elders thing, jeez is staring at her...

Eyesnsane: Shut you big fat stupid mouth Jon.

Alana stops and so does Wrigley and they both turn around.

Alana: Everybody stop!

Blasted Monk: Oooh you guys are in trouble.

Alana: Shut up. All of you right now. What is it with you all? We get together without drinking and you all just go grammar school on me. All that was missing was some damn spit balls.

Jon who has a straw in his mouth and is taking in a deep breathe hears this and slowly lowers the straw and starts to whistle lightly as he looks around at his other stable mates.

Alana: I mean I get it. Orchid is just happy to be alive today. Song is in love and it's making her nicer which is a bit odd in itself.

Eyesnsane and orchid start laughing.

Alana: I don't know what's up with Eyesnsane and Jon but you two are really working my fucking last nerve back there so how about you two tone it down.

Blasted Monk starts laughing. Alana sees this and just raises a hand toward him.

Alana: Dude, not today and not right now. I will call your mama and tell her where you are.

Blasted monk stops laughing. While everybody else has a serious look on their face, the doctor who has been quietly blushing.

Alana: Let's not forget why we are here. This is business and when I say business not only are you representing yourselves, but you are representing SCW, FWA, LAW, and KCW. Most importantly you all are representing the dojo.

Alana slowly paces back and forth in front of them followed by Wrigley.

Alana: Some of you are fine with embarrassing yourselves. I get that even if I feel like it's unnecessary shtick I get it and I deal with it. One of you is usually just mean as hell for no reason. One of you is always happy for some reason. I got two guys sharing one head and one body and that's all I care to say about that. Oh and let us not forget that we have a person here who's life is a mystery outside of a smoking habit and another guy whose life is about five minutes away from being an after school special. Now just to bring the damn focus here back to where it needs to be. I have had it advertised that The Elders were going to be on this campus today to serve a holiday meal to the students that do not get to go home for the this damn holiday. I brought you all here for something bigger than yourselves. Maybe this is a reminder that some of you need since we have it so easy and yes I'll be the first to say we have it easy. Look at what Master Wong does for all of us. Houses, cars, condos, hell buildings and private jets. The thing is if he were here you would not be clowning like you all were just a second ago. So maybe its me. Right, because I'm not as trained in martial arts some of you just blow me off like eh its just Alana. Well get that out of your heads right now if it is even a sliver of a thought. Embarrass me or the dojo while we are out doing these functions and you'll be on a fucking plane to Foshon so fast your got damn heads will spin and then you can stand before Master Wong and tell him your jokes or about your love life or where to get the best green or wine or whatever you do.

Alana stops pacing as Wrigley sits down next to her. As she looks at all the various people she has been tasked to manage. They all take a moment to let what she said sink in while remaining quiet.

Alana: So can you all keep your shit together for about three hours then after that I promise you all can go do whatever you like to do to blow off steam. I know this is not the ideal thing for some of us to do, but it's not always about us. If you did not get that after our meeting then let me know and we will set up a one on one meeting just for you. Now ladies and gentlemen, can we go and do our thing? Hmm? Are there any questions?

Eyesnsane, Song, and Blasted Monk, and Jon raise their hands.

Alana: Are there any serious questions that are not going to piss me off to the point I kick somebody in the face?

Blasted Monk and Jon put their hands down while Song and Eyesnsane look at one another and then back at Alana.

Alana: You realize all I have to do is make a call and not actually try to fight you myself.

Song lowers her hand leaving only Eyesnsane with his hand raised and everybody looking at him.

Alana: What?

Eyesnsane: Can we go to Universal Studios later?

They all turn and look at Alana.

Alana: Maybe as long as you all don't screw this up then maybe..

The scene backstage opens with Kris stepping out of the locker room backwards, and into the hallway.

Kris: Well you know what, maybe I will just go out there by myself, and when I win I won't share my titles with you!

From inside the room both Jason's and a female's voice yell back some obscenities, but the door being slammed muffles them to the microphone. Kris shakes his head and then reaches up to the door, ripping half of the placard off. He folds it over in his hand, and stuff it into his front pocket. The camera lingers on the door showing only the "City!" part of the sign remaining. We follow Kris as he makes his way down the hallway, already dressed for his match. He comes to a cross section of the hallways, and nearly runs into a familiar face, but not one that he has ever really gotten along with.

Mikah: Whoa.

She glances up to see who ran into her or rather, who she ran into. A frown crosses her face as she tilts her head. The face looked familiar but she couldn't place the name.

Mikah: I'm...uhm...

She hesitates almost as if it was painful to say.

Mikah: Sorry?

Kris laughs, and shakes his head disbelievingly.

Kris: Somehow I doubt that. Honestly, with as many shots as we have traded over Twitter, and the fact that you are attached at the hip to Despy is enough reason for you to not be sorry in the least. Then you have to add into the equation that I've never really known you to be a nice person anyways, and there you have it.

Kris tries to walk around her, but stops, not being able to stop himself from taking another shot.

Kris: Although last I was around, you were with that other dude. The one that walked out on my brother and Pride. So, at least you have upgraded since then.

She frowns again, trying to place the name with the face even though she obviously wasn't very observant.

Mikah: I don't talk about him. Or it, okay?

She makes a face at the mention of her ex-husband before looking at him again.

Mikah: Look, I don't just say sorry and not mean it. So, to say it you should at least appreciate the effort that was put into actually letting the word spill from my mouth. And when have you ever "really known me"?! I don't even remember having a conversation with you on Twitter or in person, really.

She tilts her head to the right, still apparently trying to think about when they would have interacted. He can see that she is struggling to place him, and extends his hand out to her.

Kris: Way to prove a point. Kris Halich. You know, former drug addict. Trash? Beneath anyone like yourself, and more importantly the guy Despy kicked the shit out of twice for an Internet Championship. I was around back during your "divorce". Or rather, the few months that you two spent not talking to each other, and venting about it on Twitter. Not that I was ever particularly nice to you about it. Then again, people like you rarely give anyone a reason to be nice.

She makes a face at him again when he mentions her ex-husband once again.

Mikah: Seriously, we don't talk about him. And a person like me?

She glares a bit at him before smiling before placing her hands on her hips.

Mikah: You mean a person who broke record after record here in SCW, that sort of person? Or the person that people were scared of because of said record? Take your pick, I suppose. But you don't even know me, so I don't think you should get the choice to make such. . .judgements about me.

He laughs, dropping his hand without waiting for her to shake it.

Kris: A person like you. One with a huge sense of her own self-importance. One that made a name talking down to people. One that actually thinks, not just says, that there are some people that are just not quite as good as she is. Accomplishments aside, you are one of those kind of people that are full of themselves. Tell me that I don't know you well enough to say that all you want, but anyone following you on Twitter for the last couple years knows I'm right.

He holds up both of his hands, his palms facing her, almost like he is surrendering.

Kris: But like you said, we don't actually know each other. So who am I to judge?

He starts to back away a few steps, but does not turn from looking at her.

Kris: Then again, I had a baby with Liz Smalls, so I think I know a little bit about people that are full of themselves.

She narrows her eyes at him before forcing a smile on her face, trying to be nice.

Mikah: But don't you think I've earned that right to act that way here? But I guess you wouldn't know that, now would you? If I did pay attention, I would say you haven't been around since early 2016 and you'd know there's a lot of things that have changed. Including me.

She looks down at her boot clad feet before moving her eyes to look at him.

Mikah: And using Twitter as a reference? I don't think I've tweeted anything about my career in a while; it's mostly about my husband now. So, you're going on what happened months ago.

She shrugs her shoulders. He nods, not disagreeing.

Kris: You're right. I am. And months and months ago, you seemed like a pretty terrible person. Given that I just offered to shake you hand and you stared at me like I was stupid, I am going to guess that has not changed.

He laughs and shrugs his shoulders.

Kris: Keep on Tweeting about your new husband though. From what I can tell, he is the best thing you have going right now. He's a good dude. I like him. Maybe one day some of that will rub off on you.

She purses her lips before rolling her eyes.

Mikah: Right. I'm sure you're in that little betting pool on when him and I will get a divorce, too. That seems. . .right up your alley, right? I mean, you are the one that called yourself trash. And as for not shaking your hand. . .

She glances at his hand before moving her eyes back up to his.

Mikah: It's not like your handshake would have been sincere.

He shrugs again.

Kris: I don't get along with enough people around here to be part of any betting pool. As someone that is married, and was never given a chance for that relationship to succeed by anyone, I think it would mess up my karma if I was invited, and did throw down money on it.

He stops backing away, and closes the distance between them, extending his hand once again.

Kris: As for sincerity, that is not a strong suit of mine, but at the end of the day, we don't know each other at all. So maybe extending the benefit of the doubt, even if not entirely sincere, is better than nothing.

She runs her finger through her platinum locks as she looks at his hand, weighing her options in her mind before placing hers in his, shaking his hand.

Mikah: Okay then.

She places her hand back on her hips before shrugging her shoulders. He smiles, and starts to back away.

Kris: Now, not trying to blow you off, but I was kinda on my way to go win a couple of tag titles before you almost ran into me. We will have to put a pin in our little fresh start for the moment.

She nods her head before glancing behind her for a moment or two, pausing for a moment as she studies the hallway behind her.

Mikah: Good luck.

He starts to pick up speed, moving towards the staging area of backstage. Before he turns away, he yells back to her.

Kris: I don't need luck. I am pretty awesome.

Justin: This is the opening match for High Stakes!! And this match will be contested under standard tag team rules for the SCW tag team championship!!!

All the lights in the arena go out with the exception of a spotlight that shines from just under the titantron, between the two entrance curtains. Fog rolls out from either side of the stage. As the fog thickens into a cloud, penetrated only by the giant spotlight the PA system comes to life with the voices of the two men about to take the stage. The first yell in unison "WE ARE!", which fades into Kris, joined by the fans in yelling out "Jet!" And is quickly followed by Jason and the thousands in attendance screaming "City!"

The PA system falls silent and what follows is a huge pyrotechnic explosion of white blasts all around the giant screen at the top of the stage, but as soon as the finish A7X's "Second Heartbeat fills the arena. Two men come from behind the curtains, and stand in the fog, allowing their shadows to be cast through. The fans know who the men are, and there are mixed reactions aplenty.

The spotlight behind them dies and they step out of the fog and into the view of the crowd. Immediately orange and green lights start moving throughout the arena as they simply stand and soak in the reaction they are getting.

Kris stands on Jason' right, and as the camera closes in on them, the words "Jet" and "City" can be read across their respective hoodies, a look they had been showing off since coming to SCW. They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth. The last few steps to the ring, Kris takes at a run and slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Jason unzips his hoodie, and hangs it on the ring post as he climbs to the top of the stairs and enters the ring. Kris has already climbed the far turnbuckle and tossed his jacket out to the timekeeper.

Justin: The first team to enter the arena have a combined weight of 414 pounds!! They are the team of Kris and Jason Halc!! Jet City!!!

IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin: Coming to the ring and a combine weight of 32 and a half stones. Jon Dough

We see Jon Dough come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.

Justin: and his tag team partner Eyesnsane

Eyesnsane comes the curtain to a shower of boos. Jon pauses to wait for Eyesnsane to catch up to him. the two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make there way to the ring. Jon slides in from the bottom ropes while Eyesnsane jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to makes his way in the ring. Eyesnsane and Jon Dough each get on top of a turnbuckle. Eyesnsane rasies his arms in the air to a shower of boo. Jon Dough then raises his arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.

Simone: True, but seeing they are related gives them a natural edge of knowing each other very well, plus Kris is a former Internet champion.

DING DING DING

The bell rings as Jon Dough and Kris Halc start the match off, circling each other as Jon and Kris lock arms. Kris surprises Jon by a hiptoss into a side headlock. Jon quickly gets to his feet as he pushes Kris into the ropes, unaware that Jason tagged himself in as he whips Kris into the ropes and goes for a clothesline. But he gets surprised from behind by Jason as he grabs him by the waist and lifts him up in the air towards Kris as the two men deliver a modified slam before Jason covers Jon for the three count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!

Jon kicks out as Kris gets out of the ring as we get our first glimpse of Jason Halc as he grabs the right arm of Jon Dough and blasts series of elbows into the shoulder of Dough before tagging back in Kris who climbs the second turnbuckle for an axhandle across the shoulder.

Simone: Fine and nice quick tags from the challengers

Kris locks Jon in a standing Hammerlock and pulls hard on the arm as Dough tries to grab the head of his opponent. Only to have Jasmine tell him to let go off the hair before Dough manages to reverse the hold and locks Kris in the Hammerlock himself. He drags him over to his corner and tags in his tag team partner Eyesnsane that takes over the Hammerlock from his partner before pushing him in the ropes and nails him with a forearm into the back of Kris. Causing him to stagger back to the ropes and then Eyesnsane clothesline him from behind as that causes him to drop to his knees. There Eyesnsane starts to pound away on the forehead with series of closed fists while listening to the warnings of Jasmine before she goes for the five count.

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

Just before the count of five it is Eyesnsane that stops the onslaught on Kris Halc and turns around and tags back in Jon Dough. There the two men whip Kris into the ropes for a double clothesline and drop him before Jon covers him with a forearm across the forehead of Halc. Only to have him kick out at the count of two.

Adams: Quick count out, I don't think he believed he would get the pin that easily.

Dough grabs the head and locks Kris in a reversed chinlock, putting all of his pressure on his neck while leaning on his neck with all of his weight. Jasmine is there, checking on whether the arm is not across the throat and if Kris wants to give in to the hold. Kris extends his arm towards the ropes that are too far away for him as he slowly gets to his feet. He elbows in the midsection of Dough before running to the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Dough. There he gets tagged out as Jason tagged him on the back and Kris delivers a Cross Body on Dough as Dough catches him.

Adams: I wonder if he knows that Kris isn't the legal man???

Jason delivers a big time dropkick to the back of Kris as that causes him to splash down Dough who fell to the impact of the move and the weight of Kris. Who gets up and runs towards Eyesnsane, who tries to break up the pin attempt that Jason attempts on him. only to have Jon to kick out at the count of two.

Simone: Nice tag team offense from Jet City!!

Jason grabs Jon Dough by the head and pulls him up to his feet, to whip him in the ropes as Dough reverses him and knees Jason in the midsection before tagging Eyesnsane who has gotten back on the apron after Kris had sent him to the outside before getting back into his corner. Eyesnsane grabs Jason up and slams him down before running to the ropes and comes off with a running knee drop to the face of Jason Halc before going for the cover.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr...

Jason gets his shoulder up just in time before Jasmine could count to three, Eyesnsane looks up at Jasmine, asking whether it wasn't a count of three as she shows him that it was a count of two and that the match will continue

Adams: That was real close!!

Eyesnsane shakes his head as he gets his focus back on the match as Jason Halc tries to tag back in Kris, but gets dropped as Eyesnsane drops a leg across the back of his neck as that causes him to drop to the canvas once more as Eyesnsane locks him in a Camel Clutch submission hold as Jasmine checks on Jason whether he wishes to give into the submission hold. But he refuses as he struggles to get to a kneeling position before getting to his feet as Eyesnsane jumps on his back and locks his legs around his waist with a bodyscissors. Trying to put more and more pressure on the body and trying to make breathing more and more difficult for the newcomer. Jason finally breaks the hold as he drops backward, causing to land on top of the tag team champion. The fans applaud as they enjoy the sea saw match as neither team really can get an advantage on the other. Kris is jumping up and down on the apron, extending his arm as he is screaming at Jason to tag him. while Eyesnsane is slowly crawling over towards his corner to tag in Jon Dough. Both men reach their corner at the same time as both men tag in their partners at the same time. Kris ducks a clothesline from Dough as he grabs Jon Dough by the head and delivers a reverse neck breaker in the middle of the ring. He then gets to the ropes and comes off with a flying elbow to the forehead of Dough before going for the cover.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!

Dough gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last moment as Kris grabs him by the head and whips him in the ropes and goes for a clothesline as Dough cucks and grabs the arms and goes for a Backslide as Jasmine goes for the count

Jasmine: One!! Two!!

This time it is Kris that kicks out, both men get up to their feet as Kris ducks the clothesline and executes a super kick to the jaw of Dough as that drops him to the canvas. There he tags in his tag team partner, who climbs the turnbuckles for his finisher.

Simone: The Last Laugh!!!

Jason comes off the turnbuckles with his patented Leg Drop and goes for the cover. Kris runs into the ring to stop Eyesnsane from saving the match for his tag team partner.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Three!!

Justin: The winners of this match and NEW SCW tag team champions!! Kris and Jason Halc!! Jet City!!!

The two men celebrate their victory in their first ever tag team match together as they are handed the championship belts.

Simone: What a match and what a surprise!! Will this be an omen for the remainder of the show???

Everyone knows that hardcore events and tactics go hand in hand in the world of professional wrestling, but when you are dealing with a lunatic such as Twisted Sister, things are going to go beyond even that. Such was the case when Roxi Johnson defeated this psychopath, and that end result was met when Twisted Sister found a chainsaw just laying around and revved it up, making to turn the superhero into so much stew meat! Had it not been for Keira Fisher-Johnson and security, god only knows what might have happened!

Backstage, a still seething Christian Underwood is power walking down the hall and towards the open doors to the garage when Pussy Willow starts calling out to him...

Pussy Willow: Christian...?

Christian: Go away!

She starts hurrying after him.

Pussy Willow: But Christian...!

Christian: Leave me alone!

Christian pushes his way past the doors and steps out into the garage and starts toward his car.

Pussy Willow: But Christian! You can't leave! The show is just starting and after what we just saw...

Christian: GOD DAMN IT!!!

Christian wheels around and meets the reporter face to face, his anger finally registering to her!

Christian: What part of 'LEAVE ME ALONE' don't you get! Now get the HELL out of my face RIGHT NOW or else I will fire your sorry ass right here, right now! MOVE!!!

Pussy Willow hurriedly steps aside as Christian climbs into his car! He slams the door behind him, and as the engine revs up, the car tears out of the parking lot and the co-owner leaves the show before it even gets going!

This award means so much because there are no nominees. This one comes from you, the members of Sin City Wrestling who you think deserves it most, and you have spoken! Mark Ward, the one who roleplays as J2H, has earned your respect for the work and time he puts in, making J2H the fascinating character that he is. And along with his other character of Ben Jordan, Mark has proven his skill in weaving stories in his roleplays that just make us want to keep reading.

Referee Holly Wood is standing in the ring ready to call this match. She waits patiently as the announcements of the participants is about to be made.

Justin: Welcome to our second match of High Stakes VI. This match will be a Standard Rules match between Calvin Harris and Dax Beckett.

Simone: This is going to be an interesting match for several reasons.

Adams: And those reasons are?

Simone: First of all it comes after the opening match which was the World Tag Team Championship match. It is always hard to follow a Championship match and come off looking good.

Adams: That's a good point but you said there were other reasons.

Simone: The other reason is that Dax Beckett seems to be a bit of a playboy and I think he hit on every woman in the arena last week. That rubs me the wrong way.

Adams: I wonder if he will try to make a play for Referee Holly Wood.

Simone: He might but he is likely to find out that Holly carries a big package.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen here is our first participant in this match, he hails from Chicago, Illinois, and he stands in at 6 feet 2 inches and 227 pounds, please give a great Los Angeles welcome to Calvin "The Martyr of Professional Wrestling" Harris.

The fans rise up in a mostly negative reaction at the announcement of Calvin's name probably mostly due to West Coast people not being friendly toward people from areas like Chicago. Their attention is drawn to the entrance area in anticipation of Calvin's entrance. Bullet For My Valentine's "Your Betrayal" hits the arena's speakers. Only a few seconds passed since the song began to play. That's when the curtain could be seen being slowly pulled back. Stepping out a moment later happened to be none other than the man known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling himself, Calvin Harris. Seeing the man caused the crowd to uproar again but this time with louder boos and jeers. All of them hoping that this was going to be enough to get him to go away. However they should've known better than that. Standing center of the stage, Calvin looked around the ring with this smug smirk on his lips. The type of smug smirk that would make people want to knock it right off his expression.

Ignoring the crowd Calvin stretches his arms out to either side of him. Almost like he was encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. For this was something that actually motivated him and something that actually drove him. Like puppets the fans gave in booing even louder and vocally expressing their hatred for him anyway that they could. After a few moments he lowered his arms back down at his side and began to slowly make his way down the ramp.

Justin: There he is "The Martyr of Professional Wrestling" Calvin Harris.

Hearing that announcement put the crowd on edge. It was like they were hearing nails running down a chalkboard. Not a pleasant situation at all. Again they are vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. By this time that he had been introduced to the crowd. Calvin was halfway down the ramp, seemingly taking his time. That smirk of his remained on his expression as he let out a couple of chuckles at those fans he deemed pathetic. Though, he had finally made it to the end of the ramp.

Calvin takes a couple of steps towards the ring and reaches up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeds to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushes himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifts one leg over the middle rope, ducks down under the top, and into the ring. That's when Calvin takes it upon himself to take to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs it up to the second rung and looks out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them are backing down from how they feel about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.

All of the sudden he brings his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It is almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remains for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turns himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.

Simone: Ugh! It is men like this that make me want to puke.

Adams: That's his thing Belinda. So that makes to men in this match who feel they are a gift to the ladies.

Simone: Oh lucky me.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is our next participant in this match, he hails from Anaheim, here in the Los Angeles area, and he stands in at 6 feet 4 inches and 235 pounds he is Dax Beckett.

The guitar riff of "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing and red and white lights begin flashing across the stage and out into the audience. As the music picks up, Dax comes out onto stage in a cut off t-shirt draped over his body, showing off his many tattoos. He strokes his beard, and he has an intense look on his face as he comes to the center of the stage. He shouts out at the crowd, holding his arms out at his side as he does a slow 180 degree turn, slowly walking backward. Once the music completely picks up Dax turns around and charges down the aisle. He darts around the ring, stopping periodically to pose for the fans, and play the ladies, whether they like it or not. Once he makes his way around the ring, Dax jumps onto the apron and charges his way up the nearest turnbuckle. He ascends and nods his head to the music with his fist in the air. He jumps off and flips, landing on one foot and one knee, his arms held out to the side before rising to his feet. Dax looks across the ring at Calvin Harris and then he backs into a corner to glare at Calvin as he waits for the official start of this match.

Simone: Just what I need. Two wrestlers overdosing on testosterone to ruin my evening.

Adams: Just call the match and don't worry about them.

Referee Holly Wood calls both wrestlers to the center of the ring. She explains this is a Standard Rules match and she will not tolerate violation of the rules. A win can be accomplished by a pinfall, submission, count out, or if one of the wrestlers are unable to respond to a ten count to get back into the action of the match. Satisfied that both wrestlers know where she stands on the match she checks both of them for foreign objects and then she sends them to a corner to await the Timekeeper's bell. Holly motions to the Timekeeper and they ring the bell and this match is officially underway.

DING DING DING

Adams: Here we go!

Simone: Wake me up when these two run out of testosterone.

Calvin and Dax come out of their corners and tie up in a collar and elbow and both are struggling for the advantage. Dax manages to back Calvin into the ropes where Referee Wood calls for a break. Dax slowly makes the break but immediately upon releasing the hold Harris lashes out and punches Beckett in the jaw. This results in a warning from Holly Wood but it seems that Calvin Harris could care less what the Referee thinks. Dax Beckett complains to the Referee and she reminds him she already issued a warning to Harris. The two circle like two Roosters in a Cock Fight and then when Calvin makes a move toward Dax we watch as Beckett executes an arm drag dropping Harris to the mat. Both quickly get to their feet and again Dax Beckett executes another arm drag on Calvin Harris. Calvin decides to roll over to the ropes and exit the ring to give time for him to get it together while cooling off Beckett in the ring.

Simone: That's always a good move to get to the outside of the ring to break your opponent's momentum.

Adams: I wonder if Dax will go after him on the outside of the ring.

Referee Holly Wood starts the count on Calvin on the outside of the ring. She warns Dax to remain inside the ring and not go after Harris. This warning goes unheeded as Dax Beckett slides out of the ring to go after Calvin Harris. Calvin sees Dax exit the ring and he runs to the opposite side of the ring and he dives up on the ring apron and rolls under the bottom rope into the ring. Referee Wood stops her count on Calvin Harris but now she picks up the count on Dax on the outside of the ring. Beckett isn't happy that he didn't get his hands on Harris but at least he accomplished getting Calvin back inside the ring. Dax walks over to the ring steps and he climbs up the ring steps and onto the ring apron near the corner. Holly Wood is up to a three count on Beckett when Dax starts protesting to Referee Wood that Calvin is starting to cross the ring to attack him while he is getting back into the ring.

Simone: Calvin Harris isn't trying to get across the ring to attack Dax Beckett. I'm not sure why he told the Referee that.

Adams: To distract the Referee of course.

Referee Holly Wood turns her back to Dax Beckett to face Calvin Harris. She starts laying a warning on him to allow Beckett the opportunity to return inside the ring. Harris and Wood are having a heated argument with Harris upset that he is being falsely accused of something he didn't do. As Calvin and Holly circle each other Dax Beckett climbs to the top ropes in the corner and he stands up on the ropes waiting for an opportunity. With Calvin's back to him he has an advantage. Finally the argument between Referee Wood and Calvin Harris is done and the instant Harris turns around to face the direction where Beckett is located Dax leaps off the top ropes and lands a hard drop kick to the chest and face of Harris. This causes Calvin to fall backward and over with him landing on his back. As Harris gets to his feet Becket runs over and spears him hard to the mat. Dax goes for the cover hooking the legs of Harris. Referee Holly wood drops into position for the count.

One...

Two...

Calvin Harris gets a shoulder up to break the count at two. Beckett is complaining to Holly that he felt it was a three count for the win. Wood reminds him not to question her officiating of the match. She informs both wrestlers it was a two count and that the match continues. Beckett walks over to Harris and he grabs him by the head and starts to pull him to his feet. Once Dax has Calvin to his feet he leans back to throw blows at Harris but Calvin successfully blocks the blows. Harris then lands a few forearm smashes to the head and face of Beckett driving him back into the ropes. Once he has Dax on the ropes Calvin reaches out with one hand and he grabs a fist full of Dax's beard and with his other hand he brings down his fist with his other hand on the hand holding the beard of Beckett causing a very hard yank on the beard. Dax complains to the referee about pulling his beard while Calvin opens his hand releasing numerous hairs from Beckett's beard that he pulled out.

Adams: I can't imagine how it feels to have hair from your beard yanked out.

Simone: Why don't you grow a beard and then I can give you a demonstration.

Dax is upset at the beard pull and he charges Calvin. The two slam into each other and start trading blows. Harris gets the upper hand with several body blows and blows to the head of Beckett. Dax backpedals into the ropes where Calvin charges him and hits him with a clothesline that flips Beckett over the top rope. Dax lands on the ring apron and he makes his way back into the ring. As he ducks through the ropes Harris grabs him by the head and pulls him into the ring. The two again trading blows and then Calvin Harris gets Dax Beckett into a piledriver and drops him hard into the mat. Harris rolls Beckett over and goes for the cover.

One...

Two...

Th...

Beckett gets his should up before a three count can be delivered. Referee Holly Wood holds up two fingers to indicate it was only a two count. Harris is again upset with Holly Wood and he gets in her fact to argue the call. Referee Wood is warning Calvin if he doesn't get out of her face she will call a disqualification on him for interfering in her officiating of this match. Harris challenged Holly to make that call and the two continue to argue. Dax Beckett takes advantage of the distraction by running up behind Calvin Harris. He swings his up upward hard between the legs of Harris and delivers a vicious low blow that Referee Holly Wood didn't see. Dax then grabs Calvin and flips him over for a pinning combination and while Holly drops into position to make the count Beckett grabs the tights of Harris pulling hard on the tights to keep Calvin's shoulders on the mat.

One...

Two...

Three...

Holly Wood jumps up and motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell to end this match. She tells Beckett to let go of Harris and he does so.

Justin: Here is your winner of this match, by pinfall, Dax Beckett!

Simone: Unreal that Holly Wood missed not only the low blow by Dax Beckett but also the grabbing of the tights for extra leverage.

Adams: Referees cannot be expected to see everything at the same time.

Referee Wood raises the hand of Dax Beckett upon the announcement of his win. She drops his hand and Dax slides out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp and then he disappears behind the backstage partition. We return our attention to the ring where Calvin Harris is complaining bitterly to Referee Holly Wood about the low blow and the grabbing of the tights for the pinfall. He is quite animated in his complaint but Holly isn't listening and she isn't going to change her decision just because of what one of the wrestlers in the match says. Calvin realizes his complaints are falling on deaf ears so he hops out of the ring and quickly makes his way to the backstage area.

An irate Hot Stuff Mark Ward charges through the backstage area, kicking open doors as he walks along the hallway. He peers inside the door closest to him.

HS: Where the fuck is he?

Blank looks from staff members return to him and he turns away, walking down the hallway, with an angry look on his face.

HS: Where's that son of a bitch?

Hot Stuff grabs a staff member as he walks past, yelling at the man.

HS: Where's Christian Underwood?

The man shakes his head as he clearly has no idea what Hot Stuff is talking about. Pussy Willow walks on the scene.

Pussy Willow: He left.

Hot Stuff puts the staff member down and turns towards Pussy.

HS: Say what?

Pussy Willow: He's gone. He got in a car and left a little while ago.

HS: Let me get this straight. The son of a bitch attacks me, then runs away like a scared little bitch, because he knows I'm gonna come back here and put his head through the nearest window?

Pussy Willow: I don't know if that's why he left.

HS: Of course he left because he knew I was gonna beat the daylights out of him! He left me to run this huge show? Fine, well fuck him, time to put on the biggest fucking show known to mankind because I will prove to him that we don't need Christian Underwood around this damn place.

With that, Hot Stuff storms off and the camera cuts elsewhere.

Ms. Rocky Mountains is seen standing by the Roulette Wheel with Bombshell Roulette Champion, Celeste North and Delia Darling. Celeste just has a meh look on her face as Delia Darling is smiling and Ms. Rocky brings the microphone up to speak.

Ms. Rocky: Good evening, everyone. It's now time to see just what stipulation the Roulette wheel has in store for tonight's Bombshell Roulette Championship match. Celeste, are you ready?

Celeste nods.

Celeste: Let's get this over with so I can knock Veronica's teeth down her throat.

Ms. Rocky: Fair enough. Whenever you're--

Celeste doesn't waste any time as she spins the wheel and all eyes are on it. Round and round it goes, passing up the many stipulations until it slowly comes to a stop on...

Ms. Rocky: Oh my...Look's like you have Veronica in a Mud Pit Match this evening.

Celeste throws her head back and laughs. Delia Darling slowly reaches and takes the Bombshell Roulette Title off her shoulder.

Delia: Perhaps I should hold on to z'is for you. No need to be getting it dirty, no?

Celeste: This shit is going to be fun.

Celeste quickly walks away as Delia follows behind her and Ms. Rocky stands there, shocked.

Justin: Ladies and gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop as the camera switches over towards the side of the entranceway, where a pool of mud has been set up.

Justin: This match has been determined as a Mud Pit Match!

Simone: Well...this should be interesting.

Adams: And damn fun to watch!

The crowd again erupts in a huge pop, and even some laughter as all eyes fall on the backstage curtain.

"Turn my Swag On" by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena. She looks towards the pool of mud with a disgusted look on her face and she starts shaking her head.

Justin: Introducing first is the challenger! Weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds...From West Palm Beach, Florida! VERONICA TAYLOR!

Simone: I don't think Veronica wants any part of this!

Adams: Of course she doesn't! She's wearing designer ring gear!

Simone: Hopefully she has a good dry cleaner...

Veronica slowly makes her way towards the mud pit, but she keeps her distance as much as she can, refusing to get any closer. Referee Drew Patton motions for her to come towards the mud pit, but she puts her foot down and flat out refuses!

Adams: As much as I'm going to love this match, I don't blame her. It's not often we get these type of matches from the Roulette wheel!

Simone: If she doesn't move soon, I know someone who--

Before Belinda can even finish her sentence, the lights in the arena go black and "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment plays over the speakers. Red lights take over the stage, flashing along to the beat of the music. The fans give off a mixed reaction of cheers and boos. After a few moments, Delia Darling is the first to appear from the shadows, holding Celeste's Roulette Championship and motioning Celeste to come out from the backstage, all while she has her eyes locked on Veronica Taylor. Moments later, Celeste comes darting through the curtain, making a mad dash right towards Veronica!

Simone: Speak of the devil...

Veronica screams as Celeste rushes towards her and starts chasing her all around the mud pit! Veronica is horrified and Celeste is determined to toss Veronica into the mud first! Delia Darling laughs as she watches it all unfold and slowly makes her way closer to the mud pit, before handing off the Roulette Championship to Drew Patton. Celeste and Veronica continue their game of ring around the rosey until Delia gets just close enough, sticking out her foot and TRIPS Veronica as she makes her way around once again! Veronica then goes FLYING forward into the mud pit and the crowd goes crazy, laughing and cheering. Celeste stops and stares at Veronica, who is now throwing a fit in the mud pit, and laughs.

Adams: Well, that was easy enough.

Simone: And very entertaining.

Celeste thanks Delia for the "help" before she turns her attention back to Veronica, who is now on her feet stomping her foot! She slips and nearly falls, but Celeste launches herself at Veronica, tackling her right back down into the mud and Drew calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Celeste crouches over Veronica, keeping the challenger pinned underneath her as Veronica screams and fights to get Celeste off of her! But Celeste starts throwing a series of punches then quickly dunks Veronica under the mud, holding her there! Veronica's arms and feet flail about as Celeste laughs and the crowd, and Delia Darling, cheer her on!

Adams: Least she'll have clear skin

After a few moments, Celeste slowly stands up, trying to keep her footing and she pulls Veronica with her! Veronica is spitting mud from out of her mouth and flailing her arms forward but her eyes are filled with the mud and she can't see! Celeste continues to laugh but it takes is one slip and she falls right on her butt in the mud! Veronica takes a quick advantage to wipe the mud from her eyes and she kicks Celeste in the side of the head, though it causes her to slip and fall as well!

Simone: I hate to be the guy cleaning up after this.

Celeste is holding her head as Veronica gets back to her feet, very unsteady! Celeste is sitting up as Delia is standing back, applauding and encouraging her but Veronica walks the few steps towards the champion, grabbing her by the back of her head and returning the favor by then bringing her head down and holding it under the mud! She slams Celeste's head down a few times, however, then takes her by her hair and tries to get the both of them back to their feet!

Adams: Those things are hard to stand in. I know from experience

Veronica sets Celeste up for a DDT, but Celeste shoves Veronica away from her and Veronica flies backward and then falls out of the pool! The crowd is cheering the whole time as Celeste steps out of the pool and makes her way over to Veronica, booting her in the face as Veronica is on her hands and knees trying to get back to her feet! Veronica falls right back down and Celeste rolls her over on to her back and goes for a quick pin attempt!

1...

2...

Veronica kicks out!

Celeste jumps on top of Veronica, delivering a series of hard right shots, but Veronica blocks the next shot and manages to flip Celeste over and off of her! Veronica kips up to her feet and turns around, starting to stop away angrily to the champion, screaming and yelling at her!

Simone: She's like a child who just lost her favorite toy

As Veronica goes to deliver one final vicious kick, Celeste blocks it, pulls her right leg back and then kicks Veronica hard in the gut! Veronica flies back and trips back into the pool of mud! Celeste slowly gets back to her feet on the outside of the pool, as Veronica stands up in the pool, removing her muddy hair from her face so she can see! Celeste reaches over the edge of the pool, grabbing a hold of Veronica's hair, but Veronica hits her in the forearm then grabs her by the arm and pulls her back into the pool! Celeste flies forward, landing face first in the mud but she quickly rolls over and tries to wipe the mud from her eyes!

Veronica thinks quickly, kicking Celeste in the chest then tackling her down! She sits on her chest and pins her shoulders down and Drew drops for the count!

1...

2..

3-NO! Celeste manages to kick out just in time!

Veronica lets out a frustrated scream as she stands up and slowly takes a step towards Drew in protest. He insists it was a two count and Veronica is too frustrated and annoyed she doesn't see Celeste about to kick her! She's suddenly taken by surprise as Celeste kicks her right in the ass and Veronica flies forward, landing on the edge of the pool just by Delia Darling!

Adams: I'm shocked Delia is even that close

Delia takes a couple of steps back, not wanting to get herself, or her clothes, dirty. She still points and laughs at Veronica as Celeste has gotten back to her feet and is walking towards her! She grabs Veronica by her hair and spins her around! She puts her head under her arm and hits her with a DDT before going for the pin!

1...

2...

3-Veronica kicks out!

Celeste pulls Veronica up then quickly gets behind her, and puts her in a sleeper hold! Veronica fights to try and get out of it, but Celeste locks it in tighter and Drew watches Veronica, as does everyone in attendance! She slowly starts to fade as her arms begin to go limp and her eyes close. Drew speaks to Veronica but gets no response and Celeste again locks the sleeper hold in tighter!

Adams: Slippery sleeper.

Drew grabs Veronica's arm and lifts it up. He holds it there for a second before he lets go, and it falls right back down!

1!

He repeats the process, holding her hand up for a moment, before letting it go and it drops back down again!

2!

The crowd, and Delia, go quiet as all eyes are on Veronica and her impending doom as Drew raises her hand one final time! He holds it up for a second and then lets it go!

3-NO! Veronica holds her arm up JUST before it drops back down and she starts fighting with everything she has as Celeste shakes her head! With nothing else to do, and the sleeper hold still locked in, Veronica just falls forward in the mud, sacrificing herself in a way to get Celeste to release her hold! It works, but the two soon begin rolling around the mud, trying to get an advantage over the other, delivering a series of rights and lefts!

Simone: Fists of fury!

Celeste gets Veronica pinned underneath her and starts choking her! Veronica fights back, hitting Celeste with a punch to the temple and then rolls over, pinning Celeste under her!

Adams: This is making me sea sick

Veronica returns the favor and starts choking Celeste, but she holds her head under the mud for good measure and Celeste just kicks her feet, trying to fight back, but Veronica keeps it up! Delia now gets involved, shouting to Drew Patton, and taking a step towards the pool! Veronica brings Celeste's head above the water and delivers one hard right shot before she gets back to her feet and turns around to face Delia! Celeste is completely warn down and Veronica wipes the mud from her eyes as she focuses on Delia, yelling at her!

Delia shakes her head and just waves at Veronica. Celeste, meanwhile, crawls towards the edge of the pool where Drew is standing, reaching forward, blinded by the mud! She grabs a hold of his shirt and, uses him as leverage to get back to her feet, but it backfires and Drew falls into the pool! As Veronica continues to shout at Delia, Delia steps forward, puts her hand out and blows a "kiss" right at Veronica, but a powdery substance goes right into Veronica's eyes and the challenger shrieks! Delia laughs takes a step back as Celeste can see enough to pull Veronica down into a roll up right in the mud and Drew counts!

1!

2!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman you winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion...CELESTE NORTH!!!

Drew stands up, holding Celeste's hand in victory as Sex Metal Barbie starts playing again! They both slip and keep their footing, but Drew carefully steps out of the pool, as does Celeste! Delia takes it upon herself to grab the Roulette Championship so Celeste doesn't get it dirty and Celeste just shrugs with an amused smile. They turn and watch as Drew helps Veronica back to her feet and out of the pool, and she shakes the mud from her arms and lets out another loud scream, before they head backstage so Celeste can get cleaned up.

When you are on the round so many days out of the year, the men and women of pro wrestling tend to form bonds, and even relationships. Some based simply on physical attractions, and others become true romances. These relationships tend to come and go, but one in 2016 has endured the strains of drama and the tests of time; that of the wife-wife duo of Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher-Johnson. Repeating their honor from 2015, Roxi and Keira are the epitome of the enduring romance in a world where betrayals and one night stands are unfortunately the norm. They are the exception to the rule.

The scene opens backstage at High Stakes VI where we see Steve Ramone alongside his fiance Kaylee and his bodyguards Cyrus and Andreas, whilst his bodyguards remain stoic both Kaylee and Steve have serious looks on their faces.

Steve: What? Where you expecting to find me and Kaylee having sex back here? Or Kaylee having sex with at least one other woman whilst I watched? Or the same scenario just with two guys? Not tonight, those things are being saved for my victory celebration after High Stakes VI but as of right now? I'm all business!

Steve says as he folds his arms.

Steve: James, that title doesn't belong to you, I don't care what the morons in charge say, that title was stolen from me and you had an incompetent ref as your accomplice! Tonight, Justice will be served and I don't know about you but I prefer my justice to be served cold, after all, justice is a dish best served cold!

Cyrus:: It's revenge that's a dish best served cold.

Andreas: All though that still applies.

Kaylee: Steve isn't paying you to be smart asses!

Steve: Thanks, Kaylee! But they are right! Tonight, is a tale of three things, revenge, justice and taking my title back! It may be my last chance but as I said during the contract signing all I need is one chance to beat you and take my title back!

As Steve says this the scene cuts to another part of the backstage area.

The scene opens up backstage to show Natalie McKinley and Lowri Moss in of the dressing rooms, sat adjacent to one another.

Natalie: How are you feeling?

Lowri smiles, as she responds.

Lowri: I feel good - I feel confident about our chances of beating the Justice League.

Natalie: I'm glad to hear it; I feel good about our chances, too.

Lowri looks down at the floor for a moment. She then takes a breath and raises her head, to look back to Natalie.

Lowri: The nerves are kicking in a bit though - I've never been in front of anywhere near this number of people. I mean, last Sunday I wrestled in front of eighteen hundred people - tonight, I'm going to be in front of more than five times that many fans.

Natalie: I know that being in front of a crowd of this size is going to be a new experience for you, but try not to let that have an effect on you.

Natalie lets out a sigh.

Natalie: I appreciate that might be easier said that done, but once we're in the ring, just try to focus on our opponents - just like you would in any other tag team match that you're in - and everything else will take care of itself.

Lowri nods.

Lowri: Okay, Natalie. I won't let you down.

Natalie: I know you won't - if anything, I'm more worried about me letting you down.

Lowri smiles wryly at Natalie's remark.

Natalie: Even if you are a bit nervous, you're still all smiles. You know, you remind me of how I was in the early days of my career.

Lowri frowns.

Lowri: What do you mean? You still smile.

Natalie shakes her head.

Natalie: Not as much as I used to. I'm not the person that I was two and a quarter years ago, when I had my first match. Wrestling has changed me, and I'm not entirely sure that it has changed me for the better.

Natalie sighs again.

Natalie: I've made some bad choices, and I have no-one else to blame for that other than myself. Maybe wrestling has brought out the real me - maybe when I debuted I was trying to be someone I wasn't, and the person I am now is the real me. I'm not sure sure. Either way, I'm not the best person to be around.

Natalie then shrugs her shoulders.

Natalie: I don't know, maybe I'm just talking nonsense.

Natalie runs her fingers through her hair.

Natalie: I'm probably not the best person to be giving you advice, but learn from my mistakes, Lowri. Whatever happens to you in your career, try not to let this sport change you too much - don't lose what makes you who you are.

Lowri nods, although she is not entirely certain that she understands what Natalie means.

Lowri: I'll try not to.

Lowri then smiles again, as she attempts to lighten the mood.

Lowri: Come on, that's enough negative talk - let's just concentrate on the here and now, and on winning our match against the Justice League. Gorau chwarae cyd chwarae!

That draws a smile from Natalie.

Natalie: Sure. Let's do this. Cymru am byth!

The scene then cuts away.

Justin: The following contest is a special Tag Team Challenge!

The arena goes dark as a strange symbol appears on the screen with two empty lines underneath. As the song "Karate" begins to play, the symbol will start to blink. With each blink, two letters will fill the blanks. Before the first words are sung, flood lights will shine down on the stage as Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick step out onto the stage. They are soon followed by Blanca Chastain and Lady Marsden. All four ladies take a moment to look around their new surroundings before making their way down the ramp.

Justin: Making their way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by Lady Marsden and Blanca Chastain, at a total combined weight of 341 pounds, they are the team of Belinda Warwick and the "Masked Vigilante" Zuri Chastain.....the Justice League.

Marsden and Blanca stops at the bottom of the ramp as Zuri slides into the ring. Belinda pulls herself up onto the ring apron before entering the ring. Zuri saunters over towards the corner before leaping up onto the second turnbuckle. She glances out among the audience while turning her head towards Belinda. Both ladies nod as the crowd just looks on.

Simone: This came about all because of a growing rivalry between that woman, Belinda Warwick, and Natalie McKinley over who was the strongest SCW Bombshell.

Adams: Well Belinda has a case. I mean, look at the size of that bird!

Simone: Well we'll have our answer hopefully when those two female titans lock up, but first the opposition has to come out.

Justin: And their opponents...!

"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system of the Galen Center, and within a matter of seconds, Natalie McKinley and Lowri Moss walk through the curtains, out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans.

Justin: At a total combined weight of two hundred and sixty nine pounds, the team of Natalie McKinley and Lowri Moss!

Natalie leads the way, as she and Lowri make their way towards the ring, slapping hands with some of the fans that reach out to them on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Natalie leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes, whereas Lowri clambers up the steps, and into the ring. Lowri then heads for one of the corners and climbs to the second rope, while Natalie walks to the center of the ring. There are further cheers and applause from the fans for the two Welsh wrestlers, who soak in the reaction for several seconds, as they survey the crowd.

Simone: When Natalie set out to find a tag team partner for this match, I don't think she could have found a better fit than her fellow Welsh Bombshell, Lowri Moss.

Adams: But this is their first match together and they're going against a more experienced team.

Simone: That indeed will be the block in the road for Lowri and Natalie.

Referee Holly Wood has the two teams choose their beginners, and both Belinda and Natalie step out onto the apron as their partners prepare to start things off. Holly calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And at the sound of the opening bell, the masked Zuri and Lowri begin circling each other before they tie up in the center of the ring. The two women struggle until Lowri manages to back Zuri up against the ropes. Before Holly can even call for a break, Zuri reverses their position with Moss against the ropes. Holly calls for the break.

1...
2...

And Lowri pushes her way free from the ropes, still engaged in the lock up with Zuri. Lowri manages to grab Zuri's arm and twist it into an arm wringer, but Zuri uses her leverage to drop down and take Moss over with a double arm drag.

Simone: That's the experience factor on Zuri's part coming into play.

Adams: And the mask. It's all about the mask for a super hero.

After a brief stare down, the two women lock up again but this time Zuri ducks behind her for a roll up.

1.....
2.....
Lowri kicks out.

Lowri jumps up but is met right away with a high dropkick, felling the young rookie. Zuri backs up a step and crouches down, beckoning Lowri to get up. Lowri does so and Zuri rushes in -- only to have Lowri bring her over with a Japanese arm drag! Lowri kips up and as Zuri gets to her feet, Chastain is knocked down with a dropkick, courtesy of Lowri returning the favor from earlier!

Adams: Lowri's on fire!

Lowri grabs Zuri's legs out from under her and somersaults over her into a bridging cradle.

1.....
2.....
Zuri kicks out.

Simone: Not yet. It's not going to end that easily.

As Lowri backs up, Zuri moves over to her corner and tags Belinda in. Belinda steps through the ropes and waves Lowri off, then points to Natalie and the crowd breaks into cheers!

Adams: Oooo! The good stuff is about to happen!

Simone: Belinda doesn't want Lowri. She wants the reason for this match! Natalie!

Lowri smiles and nods and reaches over to tag in Natalie and the crowd cheers as the two giants are now in the ring! The two giantesses stare each other down, neither backing down as they meet in the center of the ring, nose to nose and chest to chest!

Adams: I don't think either woman has been in the ring with someone that matches them in size and strength before!

Simone: This does have to be new territory for both women.

The two women then lock up in the ring, but Belinda breaks long enough to strike Natalie in the side of the head with a forearm smash! Belinda grabs Natalie in a side headlock but this doesn't last long as McKinley fires her off into the ropes and the two she-titans collide in a shoulder block where neither budges! Belinda smiles and pats her shoulder. Belinda then rebounds off of the ropes herself and collides with Natalie again in a dual body block, but once again -- neither moves!

Simone: This is not going to be easy for either woman.

They stare at each other before BOTH dash into the ropes and collide center of the ring, both stumbling back a step when Natalie lays into Belinda with a forearm smash to the chest -- then follows with two more! Natalie runs into the ropes but Belinda greets her on the rebound with a clothesline but Natalie doesn't fall! Belinda grabs her and head butts her between the eyes, knocking her into a corner where Belinda goes to work with shoulder drives into her midsection. Belinda then backs up and charges in but Natalie moves and Warwick crashes! Belinda staggers back from the corner and Natalie strikes with another forearm but Belinda returns the shot! The two women then begin exchanging blows as the crowd rallies the exchange!

Adams: Well it didn't take long for THIS to dissolve!

Belinda gains the upper hand in the trade and goes to send Natalie into the far corner but Natalie reverses the whip and sends Warwick in instead -- then follows in with a Stinger splash! As Belinda staggers out, Natalie comes off the ropes and surprises her foe with a high cross body, taking her down finally!

Simone: And finally someone goes down!

Adams: And right into a pin!

1.....
2.....
Belinda kicks out!

Natalie grabs Belinda by the arm and reaches over and tags Lowri. Lowri climbs up top and drops a clubbing axe handle onto Warwick's exposed limb. Lowri then grabs her by the arm and attempts an Irish whip into the corner but Belinda reverses it and charges in but Moss brings up both feet to greet Belinda the hard way. Belinda staggers back and Lowri hops to the middle rope and connects with a missile dropkick!

Adams: But Belinda doesn't go down! .... Ha!

Simone: Get your mind out of the gutter Jason!

Lowri then quickly goes up to the top of the corner and leaps for a flying body press -- only Belinda catches her in mid air and turns it into a power slam!!!

Adams: HOLY....!

Belinda with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - KICK OUT!

Simone: Belinda Warwick almost ended it right there!

Belinda then gets to her feet and dashes off the ropes before dropping a big guillotine leg across Lowri's head and neck! Belinda with another cover.

1.....
2.....
Lowri gets her shoulder up.

Belinda tags Zuri in and drags Lowri to her feet. As Zuri goes up top, Belinda scoops Lowri up and drives her down hard with a body slam. Belinda then steps out as Zuri flies from the top with a dazzling Sky Twister Press!

Simone: Impressive!

Zuri stays on her for the cover, sitting on her chest and hooking a leg!

1.....
2.....
Natalie makes the save!

Adams: Good thing for Natalie or this one was over!

Holly forces Natalie out of the ring as Zuri sends Lowri into her corner and Belinda holds onto her as Chastain leaps in, connecting with a dropkick with nowhere for Moss to go! Lowri sinks down to her backside and Zuri comes charging in, jumping and crushing Lowri with a cannonball dive! Zuri drags her out of the corner and covers her again.

1.....
2.....
Lowri kicks out!

Simone: Yes, Lowri is still in this one.

Zuri drags her up and goes for an Irish whip but Lowri manages a reversal! Lowri goes for a clothesline but Zuri ducks, rebounds, then takes to the air and brings Moss down with a Hurricanrana into an immediate pin!

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

Adams: That Lowri bird seriously has to get Natalie back in!

Zuri drags her to her corner by the arm and tags Belinda back in. Belinda then holds Lowri by the arms from behind as Zuri goes up top. Natalie protests the double team but as Zuri jumps for a missile dropkick -- Lowri drops down and Chastain hits Belinda instead!

Simone: Well THAT didn't work out quite like the Justice League expected!

Belinda staggers back and Lowri dives through her legs and TAGS Natalie! The crowd cheers as Natalie charges in and scoops Belinda up AND BODY SLAMS HER!!! The crowd is brought to their feet!

Adams: She -- she ....!!

Simone: Yes Jason! Natalie just body slammed Belinda! The first person to ever do so!

Adams: And Belinda looks surprised!

A shocked Warwick gets to her feet and Natalie charges her but Belinda greets her head on, scooping her up around the legs and PLOWING her back into the corner!

Simone: And now Belinda takes McKinley off of her feet!

Belinda grabs Natalie around the waist and heaves her up and over with a gut wrench suplex!

Adams: I'm not sure anyone has ever done that to Natalie, either!

Belinda with a cover!

1.....
2.....
Natalie kicks out!

Belinda grabs Natalie and brings her to her feet and head butts her! Belinda tags Zuri back in and as Warwick snapmares Natalie and holds her down, Zuri springboards in with a legdrop! Zuri with the cover as Belinda steps outside.

1.....
2.....
Natalie kicks out!

Zuri hammers a forearm series against Natalie's head but the more powerful McKinley shoves her back. Zuri grabs her by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but Natalie reverses it! Zuri comes off the rope and catches McKinley's arm, going for a Crucifix but Natalie blocks it and doesn't go down!

Adams: Oh this doesn't look good!

Natalie shifts Zuri's head under her arm -- and turns it into an Air Raid Crash, driving Zuri down with impact! Natalie grabs Zuri and signals to Lowri! Natalie scoops Zuri up onto her shoulders -- Belinda starts to enter the ring but Lowri races over and dropkicks her, causing Warwick to lose her balance and topple to the floor! Natalie then hits the Taff Valley driver on Chastain! Natalie with the cover!

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

And the bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here are your winners! The team of Natalie McKinley and Lowri Moss!

The crowd cheers as Holly raises the arms of Lowri and Natalie, as Belinda stands in the ring, helping Zuri up but her eyes are staring right into Natalie's!

Adams: Natalie and Lowri pick up the win!

Simone: But this issue between Natalie and Belinda is far from over I believe.

When you have two men with HUGE egos, you are going to eventually have them clash with neither backing down! And when one of those two men is the others' boss? It's only going to get worse -- and more violent! The feud between Hall of Famer Drake Green and SCW Co-Owner Mark Ward may not have culminated in an actual match between the two, but the drama and use of others against one another made this rivalry the one most remembered.

James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando can be seen walking backstage. James is in his wrestling attire and Pinky is wearing a dark gray business suit. He is wearing a white shirt, black shoes, and he is wearing a dark gray tie that matches his suit.

James (in the voice of Brain from Pinky and the Brain): Well, Pinky, tonight we're going to do tonight what we always do.

Pinky (in the voice of Pinky from Pinky and the Brain): What's that James?

James (in the voice of Brain from Pinky and the Brain): Take over the world!

The two enjoy a gut-wrenching snorting laugh and then they turn to each other and slap a high five.

James: Ha ha ha! Steve Ramone wanted another match with me and now he has it. Nothing like stepping in a pile of dog crap three times and then stepping in it again for a fourth time. The saying goes Be careful what you wish for as you might just get it.

Pinky: You would think Ramone would have learned his lesson by now. For sure he will learn his lesson tonight.

The two turn a corner and continue walking down the hallway toward the entrance area. As they reach the end of that hallway there is a rope line where fans are staged so that the wrestlers, while making their way to the entrance area, can meet and greet the fans. James and Pinky stop to talk with the fans and James starts signing autographs. While Tuscini is busy with the fans he doesn't notice that Pinky has wandered off. James is done talking with the fans, shaking hands, and signing autographs. He turns to continue down the hallways toward the entrance area.

James: Well Pinky let's get going to be ready for...

Tuscini stops talking when he realizes that Pinky is nowhere in sight. This, of course, isn't the first time this has happened.

James: *sigh* Uncle Pinky must have been hit on by one or more of those older ring rats and he ran off to get a little something before our match.

Tuscini continues walking down the hallway and when he reaches the last hallway he makes a turn and he arrives at the staging area at the entrance partition. James looks around one last time to see if Pinky is anywhere in sight but he is not. It appears James will be minus Pinky del Ferrando for his match with Steve Ramone.

We return to the backstage area as Pussy Willow is standing b the giant roulette wheel. Her face is glowing with excitement as she fixes herself before turning towards the camera.

Pussy Willow: Good evening everyone, I hope you are enjoying yourself. In just a few minutes we will see what match the wheel has chosen for Steve and Tuscini to compete in this evening.

Pussy turns her torso towards the wheel as a slight disturbance distracts her. Her giddiness gets more out of control when Dustin Holt comes into view. He appears to have a backstage pass around his neck while wearing a black leather jacket.

Pussy Willow: Oh my god!

She exclaims as Dustin shoots her a smile.

Dustin Holt: Hello Pussy, how's it going?

Dustin says with his trademark smirk as Pussy smiles back.

Pussy Willow: Oh my god! Dustin Holt what in the hell are you doing here? The last time we saw you, you were attacked by Travis. How are you?

Dustin laughs as he places a hand onto her shoulder.

Dustin Holt: I wouldn't go around calling what Travis did to me an attack. My sister hits harder than he can kick. As for your question, I am here to spin this giant wheel to see what those two men are going to be doing battle in and I hope it's something good.

Pussy Willow: Well, why don't you spin the wheel?

Dustin smiles as he places one hand on one of the spokes and gives it a good spin. The wheel spins round and round as Dustin is speaking inaudibly to Pussy. The wheel finally comes to a complete stop as Dustin smiles while rubbing his hands together.

Dustin Holt: Oh this is going to be good.

He says while giving Pussy a hug before walking off towards the gorilla position. Pussy takes a glance back at the wheel as her eyes widen.

The Los Angeles crowd was really pumped up for High Stakes VI as a structure hanging in the ceiling begins to descend down towards the ring.

Simone: I can't believe it. We started this year with this match and we end the year with this match.

Adams: I hope Steve Ramone and James Tuscini has excellent health insurance.

Belinda Simone nodded her head in agreement as Justin Decent stands right beside the announce booth. As the structure continues to descend down around the ring, he proceeds with his duties.

Justin: The following Prison Chamber Match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship.

The opening riff of Steve Ramone's theme song blares over the speakers as Steve Ramone bursts through the curtains. A loud roar escapes from the crowd as Steve takes a minute to soak in the audience's response towards his presence.

Justin: Introducing first, from Miami, Florida, he is the self proclaimed Fearless One, please welcome Steve Ramone.

More loud roars escape from the audience as Steve bows as if he has won an Oscar. As he begins to make his way down the ramp, his eyes latch onto the unforgiving structure that has changed many of careers. Steve stops for a brief second to ask the referee if this is for real. Jacob Summers nods his head as Steve gives him a stern look while sticking his finger into the man's face.

Simone: Wow, Steve is already screaming at Jacob and we haven't even started.

Adams: I find it even shocking that Steve is coming out her alone with his two bodyguards. How will he contend now?

Belinda shrugs her shoulders as "Animals" by Maroon 5 begins to play over the loud speakers. More loud roars escape from the audience as James Tuscini steps out onto the stage without his uncle by his side. James doesn't let that phase him as he positions the SCW Roulette championship belt over his right shoulder.

Justin: and the opponent, from San Francisco, Califorina, he is the current reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion James Tuscini

Even the mere mention of his name doesn't help matters none as James begins to make his way down the ramp. His hand firmly wrapped around the leather strap while ignoring a few fans in the front row. His eyes haven't left the structure as he stops by the gate. He places his hand on the steel mesh and gives it a quick shake.

Simone: James is testing out the strength of the outside wall but can he even withstand the pain about to come forth.

Adams: It must be tough for Mark Ward to even market this match as you have two men who aren't even over with the fans. Did you not hear the negative vibes coming from our audience here in Los Angeles?

Simone: I completely agree with you Jason but you know Mark isn't going to waste a chance to make money off of these people. He could promote Kanye West fighting a grizzly bear and still sell tickets.

Jason nods his head as the sliding door locks into place. Both Steve and James have entered the ring when "Hunger" by Amaranthe blares over the sound system.

Adams: No! Don't tell me.

The curtains fly back as Dustin Holt bursts through them to a standing ovation. The crowd is going crazy as Dustin gives them a quick wave of his hand before moving briskly down the ramp.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome "Wrestling Legend" Dustin Holt

The crowd goes absolutely insane as Dustin rounds the structure while making sure it was in place. As he makes his way over towards the announce booth, James and Steve are getting the final instructions before Jacob takes the title from James. Dustin stops midway to the table to shake Justin's hand as the bell sounds.

DING DING DING

Simone: Mark Ward certainly knows how to draw money.

Adams: Dustin is here!

Both Belinda and Jason stand up to welcome their unexpected guest to the announce booth as Steve strikes with a quick forearm across the face of James. The shot did minimal damage as James looks back at his young opponent and smirks. Steve looks into James's eyes before striking with an open hand slap across the face of James. The slap itself sounded like a gunshot going off inside the arena as James touches his cheek with his left hand.

The cunning smile of Steve is slowly wiped away as he scurries out of the ring. Realizing that wasn't the best course of action, Steve tries to run away from James but smacks head first into the steel mesh surrounding the ring.

Dustin Holt: What is up my SCW comrades?

Simone: Certainly not Steve's intelligence.

Dustin Holt: Prison Chamber meet Steve. Steve meet Prison Chamber.

Jason starts to snicker over his headset as Steve is rubbing his face after getting an unwanted facial by the mesh. After checking on his face, Steve goes to turn around but gets met with a strong clothesline from James. The back of Steve's head bounces off the steel grate on the ground as James follows it up with a vicious stomp to the side of Steve's head. The crowd does seem to be into the violent nature of this match as James wraps his arms around the waist of Steve. James proceeds to deadlift Steve off the ground and chucks him head over heels. Steve's left hip joint smacks hard onto the not so soft mat protecting them from the unforgiving concrete.

Steve grabs at his hip while struggling to make it to his feet. James charges at Steve like a raging bull and connects with a high running knee to the side of Steve's head. As Steve goes down hard, James instinctively goes for the first pin attempt of the night.

Dustin Holt: Rookie mistake

That indeed was a mistake as Jacob Summers is telling James no. James looks at the referee confused while looking towards the ringside area hoping to get words of wisdom from his uncle. Apparently James didn't notice his Uncle Pinky not beside him as he places his hands on top of his head.

Adams: Did Uncle Pinky get lost?

Simone: I don't think James understand the rules. Dustin, do you mind explaining the rules of this match since it is your creation?

Dustin Holt: Not at all, alright folks how this cool match works is in order to gain any sort of pinfall or submission victory, your opponent must bleed first. Think of this as a modified first blood match mixed with a singles match inside Hell in A Cell.

James looks to have regain his composure as he deadlifts Steve once again off the floor but Steve manages to reverse it in mid move. The reversal causes Steve to land chest first across James's chest as he fires multiple rights into the nose and facial area. Each blow connects as James is struggling to cover up. Steve rolls off of James and pops back up to his feet. His left leg hobbles a bit as he begins to survey the chamber.

The walls were lined with conventional and unconventional weapons as Steve hobbled over towards one section of the chamber. As he gets there, he stretches out his hand to pull down a dust mop. Steve looks at the weapon he has chosen and cocks his eyebrow up. He points at it while scratching his head. After a few seconds, Steve shrugs his shoulders and decides to use the mop as a weapon. He places it down on the floor and uses it the right way until he reaches James. Steve then lifts the dust mop over James's face and shakes the dust out as it falls all over James's face.

James shakes his head as dust begins to fly everywhere. He goes to get up when Steve breaks the wooden handle over the back of James. Steve tosses the broken dust mop to the side while pulling down a shure step ladder. Steve looks at the ladder and proceeds to jam the rubber side into the ribs. Shot after shot causes James to scream out as Steve orders Jacob to check for blood.

Dustin Holt: This is a smart play by Steve, if he can cause massive internal bleeding which can be visible from the mouth than Steve will be able to end this match.

Jacob places a white towel by James's lips but gets nothing except saliva on the towel. Steve grunts while hobbling over to another section of the chamber. As Steve is busy looking over the plethora of weapons, James does manage to get back up to his feet. He does keel over while feeling the effects of those ladder to the rib shots. However, he manages to sneak up on Steve and ram him face first back into the steel mesh. He does it again while yanking down a bowling pin. Without even looking, James smashes the pin over the back of Steve's skull. Steve slouches forward as James pulls down a Singapore Cane.

James twirls the cane around his fingers before placing it in between Steve's legs. As Steve finally realizes what is happening, it is too late as James uses the cane for an assisted pumphandle Suplex which sends Steve halfway across the chamber. Steve lands awkwardly on his right hip this time as James moves gingerly over towards his downed opponent. The crowd is actually getting into this match as James picks up the mop half of the broken dust mop. He smiles wickedly before falling forward and smashing the mop end directly into Steve's manhood.

Simone: Kaylee will not like this one bit.

Adams: I don't think Steve wanted a kiss down there just yet.

Dustin didn't know how to respond as Steve is rolling around the chamber floor as James is in a seated position just laughing. The laughter suddenly stops as James gets up and moves toward the ring. He lifts the ring apron and pulls out a tool box.

Dustin Holt: I love this business. You just never know what will be lurking under a wrestling ring.

Simone: Especially when it's an SCW ring.

As James is playing with the lock on the toolbox, Steve has managed to pull out some weird mystery box that was stashed underneath the ring. The look on Steve's face tells the story as he opens the box. His jaw and eyes are opened wide as the camera sees an array of weird shit. Steve reaches his hand inside the box and pulls out a rubber chicken.

The crowd bursts into laughter as Steve is beginning to question who put this here. That question suddenly goes away when an evil thought creeps into his mind. James is still trying to open the toolbox when Steve rolls back into the ring. He motions toward the crowd to be silent as he runs to one side of the ring, bounces off the ropes and sprints toward the side. He uses the second rope to springboard off and strike with a corkscrew forearm with Steve slamming the rubber chicken directly into the back of James's head.

James's head smacks hard against the metal box as he remains slumped. Steve goes to lean him back when his hand felt a warm liquid. He tilts James's head back to show a massive gash across his forehead. Blood is just pouring out by the tons as Steve begins to celebrate.

Adams: It's to early to be celebrating Steve.

Jason was right as Steve snapped his fingers while looking at James. Steve looked down very hard while tapping his temple with his index finger. The pinfall had to happen inside the ring but didn't know how to get the big lummox into the ring. Steve goes to lift James up to his feet but can't seem to budge the poor bastard. Steve tries to do it again and again can't seem to lift him. Steve turns his back way from James for a few seconds to come up with a plan.

As Steve is plotting, James is beginning to stir. His hand is underneath the ring apron as he is going through everything underneath it. He pulls out a cast iron skillet first but puts it off to the side. Steve finally gets an idea as he turns back to face James. Thinking he has it all figured out, Steve bends over to pick James up once last time but gets met with a glass jar of marbles. The glass jar shatters into a million pieces as Steve falls onto his ass while holding his face. Thousands upon thousands of marbles appear on the floor as James manages to get back up to his feet with the aid of the ring apron.

Simone: We found Despy's jar of marbles.

Adams: I don't think he will appreciate them scattered like that.

Dustin just shakes his head as Steve gets back up to his feet. He tries to move while covering his face but his left foot comes down onto a marble and falls face first into the skillet.

Dustin Holt: Anyone for Scrambled Steve Brains?

Simone and Jason burst into laughter as Steve lifts his head up. The bottom of the skillet was covered with blood as a steady stream was just flowing down Steve's face. Anger suddenly takes over as Steve pushes himself up off the floor and slides back into the ring. As Steve gets up, James is there to meet him with a hard shoulder tackle that knocks Steve down. James runs the ropes and connects with another tackle sending Steve back to the mat.

Steve slams his hands onto the canvas as he catches James with a quick roll up.

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James manages to kick out even with Steve grabbing a handful of his tights. James goes to strike with a vicious forearm but Steve counters into a backslide.

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James kicks out yet again as Steve is beginning to show signs of frustration. Steve glances at Jacob while giving him a stern glare. A fearful gulp comes from Jacob as James catches Steve in a quick roll up.

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Steve immediately kicks out while looking directly into Jacob's eyes. He was telling the him that James had his tights.

Adams: I wondered how long Steve was going to keep his cool.

James holds his hands up while feigning innocence as he jabs his right finger into the eye of Steve while Jacob wasn't looking. Steve grabs at his eye as James grabs Steve and tosses him with a high velocity German suplex. The suplex causes Steve to land on his neck as James comes rushing in with a basement style dropkick. Shocked that he actually connected with it, James goes for another quick cover.

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Steve just barely kicks out as James begins to show signs of frustration. He takes a sharp breath before reaching down to grab Steve by his hair. Out of pure instinct, Steve catches James with a sudden thumb to the eye which halts any forward progress made by James. James is stumbling around while trying to gain some vision in his eye. As this happening, Steve has managed to slip out of the ring. He picks up the rubber chicken and slides back into the ring.

Simone: What is Steve planning to do with that rubber chicken?

Steve tosses the rubber chicken at James who catches it. James examines the strange toy as he scratches his head. As he goes to turn around, Steve catches him with a quick Superkick which knocks James flat onto his back.

Adams: FEARLESS SHOT!

Steve manages to fall backwards with both shoulders landing perfectly onto James in a pinfall attempt.

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Jacob calls for the bell as a collective gasp falls over the crowd.

Justin: Here is your winner and new Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion....Steve Ramone.

Steve's music begins to blare as Jacob is holding the belt in his hand. Steve rips the title out of his hand and hugs it tightly. He then demands for Justin to raise his arm high into the air.

Simone: Oh my god, he did it. He really did it.

Adams: What a match

Dustin Holt: Another great Prison Chamber match to add to the history books.

Steve is groggily standing on his feet while taunting his victory over the body of James Tuscini as the roars have grown even louder.

Who would have thought that where the once known Crystal Hilton would rise to the very pinnacle of the Bombshell division? When she first started her career in SCW in 2014, many felt Crystal was destined to remain mid-card status, but she has proven all her critics wrong as she rose to main event status, and now reigns supreme among all the Bombshells as the World Champion. Quite a path carved for this young woman, once holding one of the shortest title reigns in the women's roulette division, to know dominating her peers at the very top.

Jason and Kris move through the hallways, clearly not having made it back to their locker room yet. Jason has Kris' Jet City hoodie on, but not zipped, displaying his half of the SCW Tag Team Championships under it, around his waist. Kris has his draped over his shoulder and the two are in the middle of breaking down the end of the match from their perspective as they approach the camera. The one man that Kris was always typically happy to see backstage crosses the hallway in front of the two, but as he does, the new tag champions stop in their tracks. Scott Oliver turns, seeing their hesitance, and looks confused.

Scott Oliver: What?

Kris shakes his head and tries to come up with words to explain why they were stopping in a nice way, but Jason blurts out the real reason they stopped. He points over at his younger brother.

Jason: Former addict, easily susceptible to falling off the wagon, and you are like the definition of probable cause, Stoner.

Scott looks like he takes offense, as he had been the individual that had conducted any and all interviews with Kris since he first came to SCW years ago. He had been there through the bad, and the good.

Scott Oliver: But..

Kris holds up his hands, and his voice sounds incredibly reassuring.

Kris: How about we do this then; you stand down there by the camera, and just talk a little loud. We will stand down here and answer.

Kris looks over at his older brother for confirmation, and Jason concedes to the idea.

Jason: You only get two questions though, and neither of them can be about anything that you two have smoking together. This dude has a wife to celebrate with, and I have a very lonely girlfriend waiting in the locker room.

Scott looks up at the ceiling for a moment and then nods, he turns to make sure that he is in the shot of the camera, but not squared to it so that the fans can see him, as well as the new champions.

Scott Oliver: Alright guys, this is the first time you have won a title together; does it mean more or less than the others that you have won separately?

Jason and Kris look at each other, debating on which one of them would answer. Kris points to himself, and Jason nods in agreement.

Kris: Personally, I think this one is better than my winning the Internet Championship. Mostly because of where I am in life right now. I have the wife, the kid, and now the success with the person that I have always wanted to form a tag team with. I don't know about numbnuts here though. This is just another in a long list of---

Jason cuts him off, and shakes his head.

Jason: Don't try to speak for me jackwagon. To tell you the truth, yes, this one means more to me than any of the others. I only got into this business because Kris wanted to start training to be a wrestler. Tonight we came full circle.

Kris is very clearly taken aback by his brother's comments.

Kris: You actually said something nice about me...

Jason narrows his eyes on his little brother.

Jason: You know what that means then, right?

Kris: You have met your quota for the year and now you are going to be nothing but an insufferable dick for the next forty-one days?

Jason snaps his fingers, and points at Kris while simultaneously winking and making a clicking sound with his cheek.

Jason: And people say you aren't bright.

Kris rolls his eyes, and turns his attention back to Scott, gesturing that now would be the time to ask another question before Jason kept running his mouth and wasting their time. Scott thinks for a second, but has the only follow-up that matters.

Scott Oliver: Where does Jet City go from here? What is next?

Jason seems excited, and starts to answer almost before Scott gets the question out.

Jason: Now we are going to take these titles and throw them in the gar---

Kris backhands him in the chest, and cuts him off. Jason looks over confused, and Kris shakes his head no. They have a bit of a silent argument about it, before Jason rolls his eyes and motions for Kris to answer.

Kris: The honest answer is pretty simple: whatever the hell we want. Regardless of why we got this title shot, we won. We won big. We are the SCW Tag Team Champions of the World, and there is not a team here that is currently capable of changing that. So, we are going to mow them all down, and then hit the trail convincing other people to jump ship to SCW and take a swing at us.

Kris seems proud of his answer, but Jason has an addendum.

Jason: That is, after the former paper champion Elders try to take their undoubtedly limp wristed follow-up shot at us. We know it is coming, and we do not mind. Come one. Come all. Come all at the same time, or form a line. We are going to run through all of you, because we may not be the greatest team SCW has ever seen, but with all of your help, we will be.

Kris adds a little P.S. of his own before the two walk away.

Kris: After all, you can't become great without a bunch of losers to pummel on a weekly basis.

The two give wide smiles to the camera, before motioning for Scott, and the crew to move. They shuffle to one side of the intersection in the hallways, and the camera pans with the two brothers as they walk past, eventually fading out.

A completely dark scene opens up, showing on the jumbo-tron, most likely somewhere in the backstage area. Nothing can be seen though except total pitch black, until suddenly a candle is lit, then another, and then another. It stops at three, but over the third candle, its light illuminates the face of the person who has lit the three candles just enough to reveal that it's Polly Playtime. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd, as they weren't expecting Polly to be in a setting like this.

Polly: "One. Two. Three. As you all know, this is how Amy believes our Hell In A Cell match will end tonight, in her favor. I bet that sometime tonight, before our career-altering match takes place, she'll come before you all just responding to what I've already told the world, which includes all of you that are in this place here tonight. So from her you're going to get nothing new. From me, you'll never know what to expect."

The image of Polly remains on the screen as she takes a few breaths. The men in the crowd seem to be taking a liking to her, but the women are all wholeheartedly booing.

Polly: "To top it all off guys and gals, no matter what happens tonight, I am going to debut my own talk show at the next Climax Control, entitled rightfully "Polly's Playpen". And my first guest, should she not be afraid to show up..."

Polly pauses and shows off her evil green eyes. She smiles before turning completely serious, within one second flat.

Polly: "Amy Marshall!!!"

This gets the crowd to really murmur, but Polly doesn't give them the chance to do anything else.

Polly: "It won't matter if she has returned from the own Hell that she's made herself either. Because if she's too afraid to show up, I will FORCE her to show up by dragging her right down to that ring. But that's at Climax Control. Tonight isn't the end that Amy Marshall wants. It is only the beginning as I take her inside Hell In A Cell... and take... her... out!"

After each of the last three words, Polly blows out one candle at a time, until just total darkness remains once again.

Justin: The following match is for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Championships... Introducing first the challengers...

IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin: Coming to the ring and a combine weight of 245ibs. They are two Members of the Elders first from Rock Island, IL Alana Allure

We see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.

Justin: and her tag team partner from Foshan, China. Song

Song comes the curtain to a shower of boos. Alana pauses to wait for Song to catch up to him. The two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make there way to the ring. Alana slides in from the bottom ropes while Song jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to make her way in the ring. Alana and Song each get on top of a turnbuckle. Songe raises her arms in the air to ta a mix reaction. Alana Alllure then raises her arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.

Justin: And their opponents and current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions... the team of Lucy Seraphina and Uriella Abaddon.... THE ANGEEEEEEEL CLAN

The opening of "Blow me away" starts to play making the lights dim. Lucy and Uri walk out and the crowd cheers. The two girls high five each other and the lights turn normal as the lyrics kick in. Both Lucy and Uri turn to the ring and run down the ramp. The slide into the ramp and toss their cloaks off. Uri grabs onto the ring ropes and flips herself onto the top turnbuckle while Lucy stands near her, waiting for the bell to ring.

As all four women stand in the centre of the ring Jasmine grabs hold of one of the SCW Bombshell tag team championships and holds it high above her head. She shows the ladies what they will be fighting for here tonight before she hands the belts to Justin. Jasmine quickly makes her way to the centre of the ring and she waits for the teams to pick their starters but the Elders have another idea in mind as both Alana and Song rush the champions knocking them to the canvas. Alana stays on top of Lucy and the two roll to the outside of the ring, while Song and Uriella start trading blows in the middle of the ring.

Adams: And we didn't have to wait long for this one to get underway.

Simone: Song and Alana have said they have wanted the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championships since day one and they aren't wasting any time here tonight.

Belinda calls for the bell and this one is underway.

DING DING DING

Song scoops Uri up from the canvas but she quickly drives her back down to the un forgiving canvas with a snap-mare before the Member of the Elders rushes towards the ropes using them as a springboard she comes flying back in with a low drop kick to the midsection of Uri who has just sat up at the wrong time. Uri's head and neck snap back on the canvas but Song doesn't care as she just gets back up and starts to kick away at the fallen Champion. Uri finally rolls out of the way and the champion reaches up and grabs hold of Song's leg and she drags her down to the canvas, meanwhile Lucy and Alana have finally made their way to their corners on the outside.

Simone: If Uri wants to even the odds she needs to do something now.

Adams: Look at Alana just chomping at the bit to get into this match.

Song and Uri scramble to their feet, Song comes rushing towards Uri looking for a big boot but Uri catches it. She tugs on Song's leg pulling her towards her before she drives her down the canvas with a clothesline. Song's small frame just crushes against the canvas as Uri leaps towards her corner making the tag to Lucy. Lucy storms the ring scoops Song up with ease before she snaps Song down over her knee.

Simone: Back Breaker, that's gotta hurt.

Adams: You think?

Song yells out in pain while Alana is stalking the outside of the ring wanting to be tagged in by her partner. Lucy drives her forearm into Song's face before she drags her up from the canvas by her hair. She whips Song across the ring and on Song's return she ducks down looking to flap jack her, but Song stops herself in time and drives her knees into Lucy's face.

Adams: You can't forget the speed of Song.

Simone: That sounds like a really bad techno mix song.

Song, rushes towards her corner tagging Alana in. The Members of the Elders rush towards Lucy and scoop her up before they starting using team work, they quickly lift Lucy up high into the air for a twin delayed vertical Suplex.

Adams: This is not a position you want to be in.

The SCW Fans are cheering at the display of strength of both women but as the go to drop Lucy down to the canvas the champion counters the move and turns it into an double DDT mid move. The SCW crowd love this as they scream out in support of Lucy. Song rolls to the outside while Alana is seen holding her head.

Simone: I guess you can't forget the strength of Lucy?

Adams: I'll make up the witty jokes around here Belinda.

Lucy makes her way up to her feet and she backs herself up into the ropes before she comes rushing in towards the fallen Alana, she leaps up and drives her knees into the challengers face before she hooks the leg looking for the win. Jasmine quickly slides in and makes the count.

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NO! Alana powers out and gets the shoulder up, Lucy doesn't stress as she just gets back up to her feet and drags Alana across the ring by her hair. Lucy tags in Uri who is eagerly waiting to get back into this match once Uri is inside the ring both members of the Angel Clan work together in the limited time they have. Lucy lifts Alana up as she wraps her arms around her legs, while Uri rushes across the ropes before coming crashing in with a stunner style take down. Once the move is executed Lucy rolls out of the ring and lets Uri go to work. Uri is quick to make the cover.

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NO! Alana somehow manages to kick out.

Adams: That was close; The Angel Clan almost had the challengers beat.

Simone: Almost isn't good enough, they needed to make that move count...

Adams: Alana is still out of it Belinda, I think just pure instinct alone got her out of that one.

Uri scoops Alana up and the champion makes her way dragging Alana with her over towards the ropes, she pushes them hard up against them before she slices her hand across Alana's chest in a chop. Alana tries to cover up but Uri just continues this action three times over. Uri finally goes to whip Alana across the ring but Alana reverses the Irish whip half way through. The champion bounces off the ropes and Alana scoops her up for a powerful side walk slam.

Adams: Alana really needs to tag her partner in

Simone: Song is ready to get back into this one.

Alana makes her way to her feet and she stumbles towards her corner but just as she is about to touch fingers with Song, Uri wraps her feet around Alana's feet tripping her up. However Song reaches into the ring and she slaps her hand across Alana's back and tags herself in. Song wastes no time in climbing up the turnbuckles and she comes flying in with a frog splash cross body, she goes to hook the legs looking for the win but Uri over powers her and reserves the pin fall.

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NO! Song powers out of the pin and she rushes to her feet, meanwhile Uri is back to her feet and they two Bombshells rush towards one another both thinking the same thing and hitting a double clothesline. Both are now laid out of the canvas looking up at the bright lights.

Adams: It's anyone's match right here.

Lucy is begging for a tag back in but Song makes her way back to her feet first and she rushes towards the Champions' corner she shoves Lucy down to the outside while Alana stalks her way around the ring and spear the falling Lucy into the barricade. The SCW fans let out a "holy shit" chant from the way Lucy's spine bounced off the barricade. Uri looks on from inside the ring concerned and this lights a fire inside her as she grabs onto a handful of Song's hair she looks for the Abaddon's Break... but as she goes to lift Song up, Song leaps out of the way before scooping Uri up by the side and plummeting her to the canvas with the Blasted Monk - Angle Slam. Song quickly hooks the leg and goes for the win.

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Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here are your winners AND NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions... THEEEEEEEE EEEEELDEEEERSS!

Alana rolls into the ring and lifts Song up to celebrate, while Jasmine hands them their new Championship belts.

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ROOKIE OF THE YEAR

James Tuscini came to SCW and immediately made his intentions known to soon wear championship gold. And while his attempt to become World Champion fell short, his status as a dominant Roulette Champion quickly became solidified. And when he first lost that title, he rebounded straight away and became a two-time champion and has held it since!

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The scene opens backstage, where we see Amy away from the hustle and bustle of the busy corridors. With music blaring from the headphones of her iPod, Amy stretches and focuses on her upcoming match against Polly Playtime in the cell. Looking up and down the camera, Amy presses pause and removes the earbuds from her ears.

Amy: "It's sad that someone is trying to play the victim card... all over one stupid little wrestling move. Here is a fact for you... I never tried to end your pitiful meaningless little career... I was attempting to win the match in any means necessary. But if you want to play the victim them so be it... but you will be the victim of one of my finishers inside the cell.

As for that wrestling move... I think you have become way too obsessed about it... we get it that you dislike the move and you don't want it used and that you don't want your career over and done with. But you need to focus on the task at hand and not about a single wrestling move.

You are almost like the mean girls and the repetitiveness of insults, repetitiveness of what I did to you and what you are going to do me etc... but the thing is, it's all about what happened inside the ring... inside the cell.

So what if you win... it's not the end of the world... people expect me to lose sometimes. I'm not going to cry and bitch about it unless I'm cheated. I'm not going to into hiding nor hide my face in shame... I lost the world bombshell championship in my first defence... now that is shameful and embarrassing.

Tonight Polly nobody is going to give a fuck if you win or lose... because it's all about revenge and beating the shit out of each other. The only winners in this will be the fans and the loser of this match will be you. Nobody crosses me and gets away with it."

Amy presses play on her iPod as music blares from the headphones, as Amy places them back into her ears before continuing her warming up.

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The cameras switch backstage where we see Alexis Edwards walking, without boyfriend, Tim Staggs. She seems to be looking around for someone or something, and when her eyes light up a few moments later, we see she has found who or what she is looking for.

Alexis: C! Hey, C!

As the camera pans out, we see that Alexis is calling out to her friend and also former Nobody, Bombshell Roulette Champion, Celeste North. Given her still wet hair and clean clothes, she's freshly out of the shower following her mud pit title defense against Veronica Taylor.

Celeste: Oh, hey Lex. What's up?

Alexis stops just in front of Celeste, an amused smile on her face.

Alexis: That match of yours sure was...interesting.

Celeste shrugs.

Celeste: Wouldn't exactly have been my first choice of match stipulations, but I had fun just seeing Veronica's reaction to it.

Alexis: Yeah, obviously. Congrats on the win, by the way, but that's not why I'm here. I need to, uh, talk to you about something.

Celeste folds her arms and leans against the wall as she stares at Alexis with a curious look on her face.

Celeste: That doesn't sound good. What the hell is going on now?

Alexis: Nothing bad. Well...I don't think it is, but you might freak out.

Celeste: If this has to do with you locking lips with Evie Baang a few weeks back and suddenly realizing that you like chicks, I already know. I'm not that stupid.

Alexis goes to speak, but she suddenly stops, taken by surprise.

Alexis: Wait...what? That's not it either, but...you knew?

Celeste lets out a laugh and nods.

Celeste: I probably knew before you did, Lex. Hell, if I hadn't played a quick round of tonsil hockey with you earlier this year to get back at Tim, you probably wouldn't have realized it yourself. I was expecting you to kick my ass after that, but when you didn't...Well, I put two and two together.

Alexis runs her hand through her hair, speechless. Celeste laughs again.

Celeste: It's really not a big deal, Lex. Kiss who you want to kiss. Fuck who you want to fuck. As long as it ain't me...

She chuckles and this causes Alexis to laugh now, shaking her head.

Alexis: Don't worry about that. But, look, that's not what I'm here to talk to you about. It's about me and Tim...

Celeste stands up straight, suddenly looking concerned.

Celeste: Oh hell, don't tell me you two broke up over that shit?

Alexis shakes her head.

Alexis: No, of course not. We're fine. Better than fine, actually. We're, uh...We're getting married.

Celeste's eyes widen and her jaw drops. She's staring at Alexis, almost looking for any sign that she may be joking, but Alexis just nods, seriously.

Celeste: Shit...you're serious?

Alexis: I wouldn't be here if I wasn't. We plan to get married once we get back to Vegas.

Celeste again looks surprised.

Celeste: Damn. Normally I'd say that's a bit fast, but...Shit, I'm happy for you two. It's about time you figured out all your shit.

Alexis: Really? You mean that?

Celeste nods.

Celeste: Of course. And if you know I'll be there if you need me to be.

Alexis throws her arms around Celeste, hugging her.

Alexis: Of course I do! We both do! You're the only person I can think of to be there for us anyway. Once we get back to Vegas and figure everything out, we'll let you know.

Celeste: Alright. Have you told his parents yet?

Alexis' face suddenly falls and she shakes her head.

Alexis: Uhh...no. And I'm not going to worry about that right now. I just wanted to tell you what was going on before I told anyone else.

Celeste: Ha! Have fun with that. Better yet...wait until that twin sister of yours finds out...

Alexis: Uuugh...don't ruin my good mood! Come on. Come with me to go find Tim before I have to worry about my match.

Alexis quickly grabs Celeste by the arm, dragging her down the hall before Celeste can even say no.

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Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first...from Las Vegas Nevada weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds...Ryan Keys!

"I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember plays. Ryan walks in loving the reaction from the crowd, he smirks while walking to the stage, flirting with the camera. He slides through the bottom ropes and jumps to a corner turnbuckle (right), where he tears his tank top off to get ready for the match.

Justin: And his opponent, from Odessa Denmark, weighing two hundred forty five pounds, Samuel Devereux.

The opening instrumental for "Tired" and the lights turn purple. Sam comes out from behind the curtain. He takes out a card and throws it, sticking it to the middle of the ramp. He slowly walks down the ramp with a smile on his face. Sam picks up the card and shows it to be the Queen of hearts. He kisses it pockets it. Samuel jumps up on the steps and looks around as the crowd cheers for him. Samuel gets into the ring and climbs onto one of the turnbuckles absorbing the crowd's energy.

Justin: And their opponent, from New Orleans...

The lights in the arena dim, with a single spotlight shining on the entrance ramp. The opening chords of Yelawolf's hit single, "Daylight," play and the crowd begins to buzz. On the ramp you see a man step into the spotlight. His head is down and covered with a hood, as he psyches himself up for his appearance in the ring. The tempo of the song picks up as the main verse kicks in, and the lights come back on as JT Midas looks up at the crowd around him. He smirks, slowly walking down the ramp with his focus on the ring in front of him.

Justin: He weighs two hundred and eleven pounds...JT MIDAS!

JT reaches the foot of the ramp and bounces up and down as he pumps himself up. He quickly climbs up the steps and to the top rope as the song's chorus begins to play. Once atop the turnbuckle, he removes the hood from his head and throws his arms out at his side, taunting the crowd as they react loudly. He hops down from the top rope, bouncing up and down in the corner before making his way to the center of the ring.

Simone: This next match I am sure is going to be one for the books Jason. All three men are capable of winning this one.

Adams: And I am sure that one of them will win it. And speaking of, it's about to start.

The bell rings as Ryan and Samuel look at each other while JT moves backwards into the corner to watch the pair as they move towards each other about to lock up. The two stop then turn towards the corner where JT is. Midas explodes out of the corner to take both men off their feet with a hard double clothesline. Ryan Keys rolls to the outside as Samuel Devereux gets to his hands and knees only to have Midas kick him in the midsection that sends him rolling towards the ropes clutching at his stomach as Midas taunts the crowd with a smiling sneer.

Adams: Well, looks like Midas might be taking after his new buddy J2H.

Ryan recovers on the outside and rolls into the ring to come up behind a showboating Midas and grabs him by the arm to spin him around and grabs him by the back of the head and bulldogs him to the mat. Rolling quickly, Midas makes it to the ropes before Keys can capitalize. Pulling himself up by the ropes, Midas watches warily as Keys kips to his feet then turns towards him. Patton is checking on Devereux as Midas makes his way towards the referee. Keys charges towards him but is stopped by Drew as Midas taunts him then grabs Samuel Devereux by his long hair and brings him towards the corner where he pulls himself up to the second turnbuckle and catches Samuel around the neck attempting a tornado DDT with Devereux blocking it only to slam a forearm into the midsection of JT to force a break in his hold. With some breathing room, Samuel manages to pull away from Midas and catch him with an awkward turnbuckle powerbomb. Reaching over for his leg, Devereux rolls up Midas but only gets a one count as Keys drops a double axehandle down on the midsection of Samuel.

Simone: Ryan saved himself from a loss with that move. I don't know if he should be letting either of his opponents take him off his game like JT Midas did.

Ryan pulls Devereux up and then whips him into the ropes. Samuel comes off the ropes with a clothesline that Keys evades using a matrix evasion. Devereux rebounds into a corkscrew dropkick that takes him off his feet. Midas watches and quickly crawls over to try and pin him but Keys has gotten back to his feet and hits both men on the mat with a handstand legdrop. Midas clutches at the back of his head as Samuel rolls to the side. Ryan gets to his feet again and then looking at both men, he reaches for Devereux and pulls him to his feet before whipping him hard into the corner where he sags against the ropes. Midas is slower to rise and is caught with a Hangman's neckbreaker from Ryan.

Simone: Now this is getting interesting. All the men look to be in contention for the win and if you ask me, the winners are the fans tonight.

Ryan rolls up Midas for a one count as Devereux pulls Keys off of their opponent by the feet then drops to make a cover on JT and only gets a one count himself. Midas slams his hand on the canvas in frustration before glaring at Patton and yells at him for making a slow count. Drew shakes his head and motions for Midas to get back in the match. Behind him, Samuel and Keys have stood and are both watching Midas who turns around into a double team from his opponents.

Adams: If those two are working together then I don't think that Midas is going to stand a chance.

Midas quickly rolls out of the ring as Keys and Devereux look at JT then each other. Midas gets to his feet as Keys moves to the corner and climbs the ropes to the top before launching himself with a backflip off the top on Sam Devereux who is near the ropes. Midas watches as Devereux is taken down. Rushing to the side where Ryan has rolled off Samuel, Midas reaches under the ropes and drags him towards the corner where he pulls each foot on to either side of the ringpost then smiles as he looks around at the fans.

Adams: Oh god no...don't do it...

Simone: This is definitely going to leave a mark...

Putting one foot onto the ringpost, he pulls hard on either foot of Keys and brings him hard against the ringpost forcing Ryan to arch in pain and grab at himself. Midas plays to the fans as Drew kneels to check on Ryan. As Midas poses in front of the fans, Samuel Devereux grabs him by the arms and spins him around into a hard clothesline then as Midas makes his way back to his feet, Samuel sends him back to the floor with a back heel kick.

Simone: Sam Devereux definitely put Midas in a spot of trouble.

Midas is down on the outside as Patton begins to count the pair of them out. Devereux quickly rolls into the ring to break the count and crawls over to cover the still pained Ryan Keys. Drew drops to make the count but only gets two as Ryan thrusts is arm up and takes his shoulder off the mat. Devereux looks frustrated as he pulls Ryan into a sitting position then upwards to bring him to his feet. Once there, Samuel ties him up then takes him to the mat with a legsweep. On the outside, Midas recovers and gets on the apron as Samuel moves to pin Keys once more. Leaping on the top rope, JT hits his it's lit splash on both Ryan and Samuel. All three men lay in pain as Drew looks over the carnage in the ring.

Simone: What is Patton doing, shouldn't he be counting?

Ryan Keys gets to his feet and then grabs Midas and whips him into the corner. Picking up Samuel, he whips him into the opposite corner before charging back at Midas to deliver a handspring elbow that rocks JT's head backwards. Turning he does the same to Samuel as Midas slumps in the corner then rolls to the side. Devereux is slumped on his side of the ring as Keys stands debating who to pin. Moving to Midas, he pulls him towards the middle of the ring but JT grabs the bottom rope and holds on. Tugging hard, Ryan can't dislodge him as Samuel recovers and takes out Keys with a big boot to the back of the head. Ryan is sent out of the ring to the floor as Midas recovers in the ring. Samuel turns on JT who is slowly getting to his feet. Using an enziguri, Samuel knocks Midas to the mat. JT is laying there as Samuel gets to his feet as the fans scream and cheer. Ryan Keys makes it to the apron then as Samuel reaches for Midas, Keys hits a backflip off the top rope to bring him to the mat. With both men down, Keys rushes to pin Midas who weakly gets his shoulder up. When he does, Keys tries for a pin on Samuel who also manages to get a shoulder up.

Getting to his feet, Ryan manages to pull Samuel Devereux to his feet as Midas crawls towards the ropes to pull himself up. Samuel attempts to whip Keys into the ropes but Ryan reverses it and sends Samuel towards the ropes where Midas is. JT pulls the top rope down enough that Samuel goes over the top and to the floor where he lays in a heap. Midas grins down at the fallen Devereux before turning into a kick to the midsection from Ryan who then drapes the arm of JT over his neck before forcing him over with a northern lights suplex.

Drew drops to the mat and count the three as Midas tries desperately to kick out. Patton signals for the bell as Keys releases the hold and makes his way to his feet where Patton holds his hand up in victory.

Justin: Your winner...RYAN KEYS!!

Simone: Ryan Keys has done it, he has beaten Samuel Devereux and JT Midas in a very action packed triple threat.

Adams: Congratulations to that young man. Just when you think he is down and out, he comes right back.

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FUTURE STAR OF THE YEAR

When you are trained by SCW Hall of Famer Gabriel and his wife Odette Stevens, much is expected of you, and their protege, Evie Baang, has not disappointed as she has faced and defeated every woman put in front of her to date, even competing in a violent Barbed Wire Death Match against Alexis Edwards and walking away to tell the tale! We are confidante that championship gold will soon be around her waist.

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Backstage we see Pussy Willow standing as she has Dmitri with her for a backstage interview.

Pussy Willow: Dmitri, you have your final opportunity to win the world title from J2H, what are your thoughts??

Dmitri stares at her before closing his eyes and shakes his head.

Dmitri: I've stated already what I was thinking to him, to the world and to whomever thought they were concerned Wllow. What more could you ask from me??

She nods her head as she continues another question.

Pussy Willow: We have seen you struggle with the notion of your maker, we have seen you suffer many blows as well as being bled. Are you concerned that she will be a major distraction to you and your match??

Dmitri reopens his eyes and smiles as he stares into her eyes.

Dmitri: Oh no...., that shall not happen to me. Too bad for James that she will be all the distraction that he can handle....

With that he walks off leaving Willow standing

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Simone: At the last Supercard Polly Playtime made her return to Sin City Wrestling specifically targeting Amy Marshall because the Punk Princess put her out of action with a Piledriver, now the two Bombshells will clash in a Hell in a Cell Match.

Adams: The cell is currently above the ring and I must tell you Belinda, I can't help but worry for Amy and Polly's safety in this match! This could be as bad as the Taipei Death Match at last year's December 2 Dismember event!

Simone: That is a real concern for both women heading into this match but like Jessie did in the lead up to that match Polly specifically asked for this match! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is a Hell in a Cell Match where the Piledriver is banned!

The crowd cheers in response and cheers increase in volume as 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. 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: Introducing first, from Juneau, Alaska, she is "The Punk Princess" 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.

Simone: It's worth pointing out that Amy was inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame last year so a win over her would do wonders for Polly's career.

Adams: But that's easier said than done and Polly learned that the hard way during the Five Pack Challenge for the vacant SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, officially Polly was eliminated by Sam Marlowe after the Sammisault but not before Amy laid her out with the Bad Girl!

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

Justin: And her opponent!

A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly comes back to it and winks her left green eye. The camera gets a good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.

Justin: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

Simone: Polly may be the girl who loves to play but in this match, there won't be any playing around!

Adams: And it seems like Amy doesn't want to wait for the cell to descend!

As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off the stage and down the wrestler ramp, however before she can do anything else Amy surprises her with a running baseball slide sending her stumbling back, Holly tries to get Amy to back off but the Punk Princess is paying no attention to her and as soon as Polly turns around Amy dives over the top rope and hits her with a suicide dive prompting Holly to not only call for the bell but to signal for the cell to be lowered.

DING DING DING

Simone: Amy's using her cowardly.......

Adams: Is it cowardly to attack someone after they've already attacked you from behind? I bet if the shoe was on the other foot you'd be praising Amy for taking the fight to Polly!

Simone: Are you accusing me of bias?!

Adams: YES!

By the time Amy has recovered from her dive the cell has been completely lowered but whilst the bell may have rung from inside the cell but the action right now is taking place outside it as Amy continues to pound away at Polly Playtime's face and since it's No DQ Holly's hands are tied as far as admonishing Amy is concerned, after a couple of minutes Amy picks up Amy and goes to throw her into the cell wall only for Polly to regain her bearings enough to block the attempt and slam Amy face-first into the cell wall before following it up with a Tornado DDT using the cell wall for momentum.

Simone: Some impressive footwork there by Polly, only thing is that she must wait for Holly to get out of the cell before she can go for a pin on Amy.

Adams: Even if that wasn't the case it's still too early in the match for a three-count!

Holly jogs over to where the two Bombshells are allowing Polly to finally go for the first cover of the match 1......2.......and Amy kicks out! Polly tries to argue with Holly but it's clear that Holly isn't budging on the issue so she decides to change tactics by way of picking up Amy, grabbing her by her mohawk and flinging her side first into the Cell Wall.

Simone: That had to hurt!

Adams: Especially considering how much damage Amy's midsection took during the five-pack challenge for the Roulette Championship a few weeks ago!

Polly goes for another cover on Amy 1......2......and Amy still kicks out, rather than argue with Holly about it this time around Polly goes over to the announcer's desk and grabs the timekeeper's chair before taking Justin Decent's mic.

Polly: You tried to end my career, now I'm going to mess up your face!

Simone: I don't think that's accurate.

Adams: Gee, you think?!

Polly drops the mic at Justin's feet and goes back to where Amy was.... only to realize that she's no longer there though Holly is, Polly asks Holly where Amy went and the ref merely points above her prompting Polly to look up, she has just enough time to mouth "oh shit" before Amy leaps off the cell wall and hits her with a Cross-Body bringing the fans to their feet as Amy was just a few inches away from the top of the cell.

Simone: OH, MY GOD!

Adams: I'd rather not think about how many ways that could've gone wrong!

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

Both Bombshells are laid out by Amy's move but like before Polly's hands are tied as far as counting them out is concerned so all she can do is wait for one of them to stir, she doesn't have to wait all that long either as Amy is the first to get back to her feet and she goes for her first cover of the match 1......2......and Polly kicks out! Amy goes to pick up Polly but gets hit by a jawbreaker by Polly sending her stumbling back and giving Polly enough time to pick the Steel Chair back up.

Simone: Looks like Polly is about to scramble Amy's brains with that chair.

Adams: Remember those old "This is your brain on drugs" PSAs? Well a scrambled egg would represent Amy's brains after this chair shot.

Polly goes to swing with the chair but Amy has other ideas as she hits Polly with a Spear sending her through the cell wall!

Simone: Well, that's one way to get back in the cell.

Adams: I'm surprised, and relieved, that that side of the cell is still standing!

Amy goes for the cover on Polly 1......2......and Polly kicks out! Amy picks up Polly and rolls her back into the ring before grabbing the steel chair and throwing it in, whilst Polly recovers from Amy's attack Polly wedges the steel chair in between the top and middle rope clearly hoping to whip Polly into the chair at some point but what she doesn't realize is that Polly has grabbed another steel chair whilst Amy's back was turned, that is until Amy gets whacked in the stomach with it.

Simone: Polly's back in it.

Adams: And judging by her grin she has something sinister in mind!

Amy drops to her knees with her head leaning against the chair she has just propped up giving Polly an opportunity to sandwich Amy's head between the two chairs! Amy slumps down to the matt and Polly drags her to the middle of the ring before going for a cover 1.......2.........

Simone: HOW DID AMY KICK OUT OF THAT?!

Adams: That's the question on everyone's mind! Including Polly's!

Polly looks up at Holly with a look of disbelief on her face before getting another idea, she brings the chair she had dropped so that she could go for a cover closer to her head and hits Amy with a Curb Stomp onto the chair! Amy goes for another cover 1......2.......

Simone: AND AMY KICKS OUT AGAIN!

Adams: She's taken punishment that would've ended any other match by now!

This time Polly argues with Holly over a slow count but this has the usual effect, Polly turns around just as Amy is using the ring ropes to get back to her feet and it becomes immediately obvious that the curb stomp busted Amy open and she is bleeding profusely but more importantly she has picked up the chair which she slams into Polly's midsection before dropping it and putting Polly's head between her legs, Holly quickly reminds her that the Piledriver has been banned but Amy rolls her eyes in response before executing a sit-down powerbomb onto the chair! Amy goes for a cover 1.......2......and Polly kicks out.

Simone: It's not just Amy, both Bombshells have taken punishment that would've ended any other match!

Adams: I'd hate to be the one to pay for their hospital bills!

Amy lets out a primal scream before going to the nearest corner and sizing up Polly, once Polly is back on her feet Amy goes for the Bad Girl only for Polly to duck out of the way but before Polly can counter it with a move of her own Amy surprises her with a European Uppercut followed by a Hangman's Neckbreaker onto the chair! Amy goes for another cover 1.......2.......and Polly kicks out! This time it's Amy's turn to look up at Holly with disbelief but the ref orders her to continue the match!

Simone: At this rate Amy, will need drastic measures to end this!

Adams: Yeah because it seems like Polly will kick out of the combined attacks of The Terminator, Megatron and Ultron!

Amy sits the steel chair up as Polly pulls herself up in the corner, upon seeing this Amy charges in only to be hit with a Superkick that appears to knock her out cold, however Polly isn't done as she picks up Amy and drags her over to the chair she has just sat up.

Simone: OH, MY GOD! POLLY JUST GERMAN SUPLEXED AMY ONTO THE CHAIR!

Adams: AND SHE'S STILL NOT THROUGH!

Wanting to make sure that Amy is done Polly places her head in between the gap that makes up the back of the chair and delivers a running punt kick! Upon seeing this Holly doesn't even bother waiting for the pin-fall attempt by Polly instead calling for the bell.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that Amy Marshall cannot continue, therefore your winner by knockout POLLY PLAYTIME!

Simone: What a match, those two Bombshells have just stolen the show and we're still early in the show!

Adams: If that win doesn't put Polly in contention for a title shot I don't know what will!

Polly celebrates her win whilst paramedics help Amy to the back.

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MOST HATED OF THE YEAR

When you are successful, people tend to voice their hatred. And when you're as successful as the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, J2H, that hatred hits you in waves! For some, its because they desperately want to see him finally dethroned. For others, it's because they can no longer make fun of the former "Brat Prince" as he has become a bona fide Superstar! He says what is on his mind without a care, and that always causes problems to those that do not want to accept what he says as true. And as we all know, the truth hurts!

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Mikah was in the locker room, sitting on a bench with Brody standing behind her. She was on her phone, texting her husband before leaning back slightly.

Mikah: You know, you can walk around. . .

Brody: No ma'am, I cannot. My job is to guard you from Cameron, not walk around the arena.

Mikah audibly groans before standing up and fixing her shirt before pulling at the back of her skimpy wrestling attire bottoms.

Mikah: I could fire you...

Brody: I am not employed by you.

She blows breath out through her lips before stretching a bit and bending over to touch her toes before standing back up and turning to look at him.

Mikah: Well, I have to go to the bathroom. Are you going to follow me in there?

An uncomfortable look passes through his eyes and shakes his head no.

Brody: No, but I will wait outside the bathroom to ensure that nothing happens to you.

She shrugs her shoulders before leading him out of the locker room. She walks down the hallway, seeing several people wandering about or going to the curtains for their match. She stops in front of a door and turns to face Brody.

Mikah: Wait here. I'll be done in a few.

Brody: Okay.

She smirks to herself as she walks into the room and shuts the door behind her before walking to the other end of the room and using the door that led to a different room. She smirks before walking into the hallway through another door, leaving her bodyguard at the other door.

Mikah: Piece of cake. Now to find Despy.

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Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting inside his private dressing room as Ruby Rose is sitting next to him. Both don't seem to be nervous about the upcoming Internet championship match. Sandra and Vicki are sitting there as well as Travis is leaning forward with his hands clasped together.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Tonight, I show the entire world why I should be a fucking champion. Everyone in the damn company seems to be against me winning a damn belt but tonight I show them.

Ruby is gliding her hand up and down his back.

Ruby Rose: If that child retains then that proves that this company is more fucked up then we can even imagine. A child who believes insulting someone over Twitter makes him popular. The fact he needs another man's wife at his side is appalling.

Travis looks at her with contempt in his eyes.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Don't even speak like that Ruby. There is no way in hell that shitstain on the underwear of life deserves to be champion. This entire time both he and his crinkled old prune was worried about you getting involved. This company needs someone like me to lift it out of the fantasy world and into reality. Despayre will soon realize that I am done waiting for my chance to become champion. I have been here two fucking years. I have faced everyone and each time someone fucks me over when in championship matches.

Sandra Andrews: Maybe their just jealous that you don't need the support of the sheeples who follow just about anyone these days. You have carried this company on your back and what have they done to repay you. Nothing. They set you up and pull the rug out from under you.

Sandra chimed in as Travis slams his fist into his hand. He stands up with fire in his eyes.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Tonight, I make them pay. I make them choke in their words. Tonight, I take control of my own destiny. If I don't walk away as the new Internet Champion then Despayre doesn't walk away at all. People think I'm just some rich guy who seeks special treatment. Well, after tonight they will see just how wrong they all are. I am Mr. TNA and there will be no stopping me. Win or lose, someone is leaving Los Angeles on a fucking stretcher.

After that last remark, Travis stands to his feet as anger and frustration just pour out of his body as the cameras cut away.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a bombshell triple threat match!!!

"Do you really want to do this now" is heard before Def Leppard's Let's Go begins to play the image of fire begins to play against the curtain to backstage. Stepping through the curtain of fire, a woman walks out with a smile as she poses at the entrance.

Justin: Introducing from Houston Texas, she is the one and only, Sam Marlowe!

Sam raises her arms as she is introduced. Heading to the ring, she plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Finally she climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring. Walking towards the corner, she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches her 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.

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.

Justin: Her first opponent!! From New York City, New York!! Mikah!!!

"Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts to play in the sound system and a video montage of some of Alexis Edwards memorable moments appears on the screen. Seconds into the music, Alexis appears from behind the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing her hands in the air as her music plays, and the crowd now cheers her on. She looks around the crowd and smiles before she starts making her way to the ring, high fiving and slapping hands along the way. Once to the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and jumps back to her feet. She jumps up to the second turnbuckle, throwing her hands in the air to another round of cheering from the crowd before she jumps back down as her music dies down. She stares across the ring at her opponents

Justin: And their opponent!! From Phoenix, Arizona!!! Alexis Edwards!!!

DING DING DING

The bell has rung as the three ladies are in their own corners, staring at their opposition as the fans cheer their own favourite Bombshell on. Mikah takes her eyes off her opponents for a few moments as she enjoys hearing the crowd roar them on before turning her eyes back to Sam and Alexis. As this causes Alexis the opportunity to surprise her when she charges into her and lays in some heavy heavy knife edge chops to the chest of Mikah before whipping her out of her corner and into the charging Sam Marlowe that clotheslines down Mikah. She then grabs Mikah and sets her up for a German Suplex, but Mikah manages to block the move with her legs around the waist of Sam before rolling forwards and using her leg strength to push Sam forward into a victory roll pin attempt. Jacob goes down for the count, but only to have Alexis break it up as she kicks Mikah in the back. This causes Mikah to let go off the pin attempt on Sam as Alexis runs to the ropes and charges in on Mikah, grabbing her by the head as she jumps forward into a roll through as that causes Mikah to snap her head and fall backwards. Alexis turns around and grabs the legs of Mikah as she rolls through and holds on to the legs of Mikah as she has her into a pinning combination as this time it is Sam Marlowe that jumps to the rescue as she delivers a kick to the back of Alexis.

Simone: All three ladies want to win this match quickly, but every single time it is the third party that breaks things up

Adams: It's just waiting for that moment when one of the three Bombshells will be tossed out of the ring!! And I hope it will be right in front of me

Simone: Hold on tiger!!

Alexis gets up and gets grabbed by the waiting Sam Marlowe as she is being whipped into the turnbuckles, Sam measures her up as she goes for a corner Sting Splash onto Alexis. Who moves out of the way at the final moment, causing Sam to hit the turnbuckles with authority and into the waiting arms of Alexis who whips her through the top and middle rope. Alexis turns around and is met by a kick in the midsection by Mikah as she executes a Snap Suplex in the middle of the ring before going for the cover as Jacob goes for the count

Jacob: One!! Two!!

Alexis kicks out at the count of two, causing Mikah to grab her left arm and locks it in a reverse armbar as we see Sam slowly start to stir on the outside. Grabbing the ring apron as she pulls her up to her feet and watches as Alexis slowly start to get to her feet and reverse the hold that Mikah had on her into a Hammerlock. Sam gets on the ring apron as she measures the two ladies in the ring as Mikah and Alexis slowly turn around. Causing Sam to jump on the top rope and charges towards them with a Cross Body Block as she hits the move on Alexis as Mikah managed to escape the move as she bends forward. Causing Sam to hit Alexis and that causes her to let go off the Hammerlock on Mikah. The crowd cheers as Sam hooks the leg of Alexis for the pin.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr...

Mikah pulls Sam off of Alexis and executes a Tiger Suplex and drops Sam hard on the canvas. Mikah gets up to her feet as she is happy with the impact of the move that she had delivered against Sam as Alexis delivers a shot block to the back of Mikah's left leg as she follows it up with a Single Leg Boston Crab as Mikah grabs the bottom rope for a submission break but of course that doesn't count in a triple threat.

Simone: Alexis has got the hold locked in deep against Mikah, will this be her moment???

Mikah tries to push her upper body off the canvas as that would relieve some of the pressure that is being put upon her leg and lower back. But Alexis counters that with her letting go off the hold and jump up on the back into a sitting position. Causing Mikah to drop hard and hold her back as Alexis turns around and places her knee into the lower back of Mikah and grabs the chin of the record breaking Bombshell champion as Sam Marlowe slowly starts to move.

Adams: If Sam wants to win this match, she needs to get back into this match quickly!!

Sam pulls herself up by using the ropes as she holds on to her head, after turning around she sees what Alexis is doing. Walking towards her as Alexis lets go off Mikah and charges into Sam with a running clothesline that sends Sam down hard to the canvas. There Alexis screams out in aggression as she delivers a standing double knee drop to Sam's upper body and then goes for the cover.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr....

Sam kicks out at the final moment as that shocks Alexis, not believing that she didn't got the job done there before grabbing the head of Sam. But then regains her composure as she rolls Sam on her back and grabs one of her arms.

Simone: The A.G.E. Of Alexis!

Alexis rolls Sam into her submission finishing move as Sam screams out in pain, trying to fight the hold as suddenly we see Mikah deliver a fistdrop to Alexis her head. Causing her to let go off the hold as Mikah grabs her by the legs and executes a Catapult, that catapults Alexis stomach first on the top rope. There she is balancing on the top rope as Mikah steps through between the top and middle rope and executes a modified neckbreaker from the Ring Apron as she lands sitting down on the ring apron as that causes Alexis to drop hard on the concrete floor.

Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Simone: I agree with the fans!! I have never seen a move like that before!!

Mikah stares down at Alexis as she rolls back in the ring and turns towards Sam Marlowe, who has gotten to her feet again and executes a dropkick to the left knee from MIkah, causing her to fall down to the canvas hard as she grabs instinctively her painful leg that she hurt earlier in the match. Sam grabs the leg and pulls hard on it several times before placing it on the canvas as she drives her knee into the painful leg of Mikah before putting her in a Side Leg Lock. Mikah screams it out in pain as she reaches for the ropes but is unable to reach for it before grabbing the shirt of Jacob as he tries to get her hands off of him. Sam grinds on the hold as she wants to force a submission victory over Mikah as Mikah places her hand on the canvas and then starts to use her other leg to bash into body of Sam as that causes her to free her from the hold eventually.

Adams: How much pain must have been endured by Mikah??

Mikah crawls towards the ropes for her to pull her up to her feet once more, but Sam already beat her to the punch. Grabbing her by the painful leg as she sets Mikah up for a figure four leg lock, but just as she steps over she gets grabbed by Mikah with a small package as Jacob goes for the count.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr...

Sam manages to kick out at the final moment as we see Alexis slowly stir again, we see her holding on to her neck in lots of pain as she has gotten to the ring apron. There she sees Sam stand over Mikah for her to grab her by the head as Alexis gets on the apron and leans through the second rope and grabs Sam by the back of her head and bashes her face first into the face of Mikah. The impact of the move causes Sam to roll around in pain as she holds her hands to her face as we see some blood emerge through her fingers as well as Mikah showing blood to come from her nose. Alexis gets in the ring and grabs Mikah. Setting her up for another finishing move

Adams: Put On Notice!!!

Alexis gets Mikah on her back with her face towards the canvas as Mikah manages to mount a comeback as she is able to push her legs off of Alexis and roll through as she is on her feet and pushes Alexis into the turnbuckles. There Alexis comes off the turnbuckles as she is met by a DDT as Mikah has spun her around and kicked her in the midsection. Mikha rolls her over for the pin, but just as Jacob is able to go for the three count it is Sam that pulls her off Alexis. Sam whips Mikah into the ropes and bends down for a Back Body Drop. But it is Mikah that stops before that and locks Sam by the head and executes another DDT in the middle of the ring.

Simone: GOOD GOD!! Will this be it???

Mikah rolls over Sam and goes for the cover as Jacob goes for the three count.

Jacob: One!! Two!!! Three!!!

Justin: The winner of this match!!! Mikah!!!

Mikah rolls off of Sam as she is gasping for air while grabbing her painful leg as she has a huge smile on her face.

How can you not watch the fun loving and innocent actions of Despayre and not find yourself enamored by his loveable and sometimes mischief making antics? While Despayre claims the adoration falls on the shoulders of Angel, it is not Angel who has stepped into the ring to become a two-time Internet Champion. His charm and naive nature simply draws people to him, and the most endearing part of all? He is completely unaware of it.

Backstage at the Galen Center of Los Angeles, the reigning SCW Internet Champion Despayre is caught in a very precarious position; with his knee bandaged and in a sturdy brace, he is seated on the armrest of a sofa in the rec area -- surrounded by various females in the employ of Sin City Wrestling! Each one is fawning over him and the grievous injury inflicted on him, as he sits ready to defend his championship soon against the man responsible; Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

Janet the Makeup Lady: Oh, poor Despy! Does it hurt terribly?

Despayre: Just a little bit...

Miss Rocky Mountains: Here, sweety. I went and got you a Cherry Coke with plenty of ice!

She hands the large Cherry Coke to him and he slurps some through the straw.

Despayre: Thank you.

Pussy Willow: I thought you might need your nourishment for your big match so I got you a jumbo cheese covered pretzel.

Despayre: Thanks!

Pussy Willow passes the snack treat to him and he takes a big bite, leaving a string of cheese dangling from his chin, unaware. Other women, from medical personnel to security and others, hover about him to make certain he is as comfortable as possible. And while most of the Superstars would saw off their right leg to get the attention from these women that the childlike Despayre was getting, but Despayre was unlike most Superstars. He fidgeted and blushed heavily, while across the room, his father Synn and ?big brother' Gabriel watched on with traces of amusement on their faces at the manner in which their boy attracted female attention.

Mikah: Wow, do you even need me tonight?

Mikah was teasing as she walked up from behind Despayre as he was getting the grand treatment from the other women around him. She smiles at him before looking around at the women who were fawning over him. She doesn't say anything to them but looks at Despayre instead.

Mikah: How's the knee? Do I need to go bust TNA's knee? Because I'm sure that I could.

She smirks a bit at him as she adjusts her wrestling attire bottoms.

At the sound of her voice, Despayre looks up from taking another bite of his pretzel and his face lights up into a bright smile, despite the circumstances.

Despayre: Mikah! Hi!

He struggles to get up, his knee sore and stiff in the tight brace, but he does so and reaches out to give her his bestest friendly bear hug.

Despayre: Thanks for coming! Oh and that's a very generous offer! I'd like that...

He nods in the affirmative at what Mikah had offered to do but then a loud voice from his father cut across the lobby...

"Joshua!"

And his nod turned into a shaking of the head in the negative.

Despayre: No? No. Nooooo! You don't hafta do that. Angel says it'll hurt him more if I'm hurt and beat him when he's all good.

A chuckle escapes Mikah's lips as she makes a quick glance over to Despayre's father before looking back at Despayre. She leans in and whispers.

Mikah: We don't hafta tell anybody that it was me that did it.

She winks at him before standing back up and looking around the room. She tucks her hair behind her left ear before glancing around one more.

Mikah: But I suppose. . .breaking Ruby's nose would suffice too.

She then sneaks another look at his father before adding.

Mikah: IF she chooses to involve herself.

She presses her lips together before offering him another smile.

Mikah: So, what happens after you kick his as--butt and retain your championship? Do we getta beat him up then?!

She grins again at him before leaning against the arm of the couch.

Despayre: That would be fun! But... Angel says that might be over kill. I have an image to maintain and I'll already have beaten him up once to win. Beating him up after I beat him up? That would be something that he would do. But me? I'm a good boy!

Despayre then pondered something thoughtfully.

Despayre: Of course if you wanted to beat up Ruby afterwards...

"Joshua?"

Despayre: ... That would be wrong too!

Despayre leans closer to Mikah and cups a hand aside his mouth to whisper.

Despayre: Not really!

She chuckles and winks at him before leaning into whisper back.

Mikah: If we don't get caught, it wouldn't be wrong.

She then hesitates for a moment, apparently thinking about something before sighing.

Mikah: But then again, it'd be on TV and we--I'd get caught. But I'm used to being in trouble! So. . .

She moves her eyes in the general direction of Synn before smiling at Despayre and feigning innocent.

Mikah: But how are we going to celebrate your win? Because obviously that needs discussed.

She grins before once again tucking her hair behind her ear.

Mikah: Panda Express? Shopping? People watching at. . .Walmart.

She shudders at the thought of going to Walmart but then places a grin on her face. She moves to sit down, crossing one leg over the other and trying her best to balance herself.

Despayre gasps.

Despayre: Panda Express! Really!? Oo! Oo!

And it was apparent that Mikah said the magic words, because that, above all else, would be how Despayre would like to celebrate best! He was about to give her another fierce but gentle teddy bear hug when a set of burly and muscular arms set themselves down on the back of the sofa behind Mikah, the hands propped on the cushions behind her head. Heads turn and find Chris Shipman staring down at the blonde beauty, but before she can react... before even Synn or Gabriel can intervene ... Despayre jumps to his feet and gets in between Mikah and Shipman in a protective stance! Shipman stares down hard into Despayre's green eyes, eyes that quickly lose all innocence and light, and he stares hotly at the man who betrayed their family and attacked his father!

Shipman stares back, until a grin creases his lips, and he backs up a step and turns away from the scene, but not before looking at Mikah and puckering his lips at her. Shipman looks again at Despayre and Despayre reacts by hissing -- literally HISSING at him!

Chris will openly tell you that he does not deserve this award, but the people who make up the SCW disagree. He books shows and writes matches for those shows, and helps with angles when able. This award thanks him for his efforts to SCW, and it is very much appreciated.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under standard rules!!!

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before Rage appears. Rage raises his clenched fist above him, causing only boos from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for his opponent to enter.

Justin: Standing in at 6'8 and weighing in at 300 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas Nevada!! Rage!!!

The lights go out as I want it all from Queen hits as we see a golden light emerge as it lights the entrance way as Chris Shipman walks out to the arena wearing a Golden Robe with a cross on the back. He has his arms spread towards the fans as he has his eyes set upon his opponent. He finally gets to the ring as he opens his robe and reveals a golden wrestling tights and boots as he slowly walks up the ramp and stares his opponent down before entering the ring.

Simone: Is this the same Shipman we have always seen???

Adams: I don't.... OH HERE WE GO!!!

Just as Shipman has entered the ring it is Rage that charges in on him and starts to lay some heavy knees into the midsection as he has not been able to remove his robe. We see Rage batter Shipman into the turnbuckles as Jasmine calls for the bell for the match to begin.

DING DING DING

We can see Rage grab the rope and pull it off of Shipman before wrapping it around the head of the original Psycho and whips him into the middle of the ring as the fans boo him. Shipman pulls off the robe off of his head and feels his hair being pulled by Rage and feels several blows to the chest area from behind as Shipman suddenly reaches behind him and grabs the head of Rage before delivering a jawbreaker on Rage as that staggers the big man backwards. Some of the fans cheer on shipman, but either man are clearly not on the favourite list of the fans. Shipman has an angered look on his face as he charges in on Rage and clotheslines him into the ropes as Rage manages to maintain a vertical basis. Shipman runs to the ropes once more and executes a spear into the midsection of Rage as that causes him to fall through between the middle and top rope to the outside as Shipman follows him immediately. Causing Jasmine to start the ten count on both men as Shipman grabs the bold head of Rage and whips him towards the steel ring post and that causes him to have his head bounce off the steel ring post as Rage leans against the ring post before Shipman rolls in and out of the ring to break the ten count. He grabs Rage from behind and measures him for the ring post again, but this time it is Rage that elbows him in the midsection before bouncing Shipman's head into the steel steps before watching Shipman stagger backwards towards the security railing that separates the fans from the ring. Rage charges in on him and clotheslines Shipman across the railing into the fans. Rage steps over the railing and grabs the head of Shipman by the hair and pushes some of the fans aside as he whips Shipman into a steel stair with his face before grabbing him again and whips him into the steel security railing before delivering a big boot to send him to the ringside area once again. He steps over the railing and rolls into the ring as that causes Jasmine to break the ten count at the count of nine.

Adams: If I was Jasmine, I would show some more rule bending tactics as neither men are ready to play nice.

Rage steps back to the outside as he steps over the top rope and jumps on the concrete floor. There he grabs Shipman by the head and rolls him in the ring before taking his eyes off his opponent and spits at the fans before getting back on the ring apron. There he steps over the top rope with one leg as this causes Shipman to get an opportunity to shotblock the leg that Rage got in the ring and falls acwardly in the ring on his back. Shipman grabs the leg and drives series of elbows into the thigh area before locking Rage his leg between his and dropping hard on the canvas with his knees driving into the painful leg of Rage. Who screams out in pain as Shipman grabs the painful leg and rolls to the outside and blasts the painful leg across the ring apron before removing the knee pad and suddenly drives series of elbows just above the knee and locks Rage in a leg grapevine while dropping backwards.

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

Shipman lets go just before the count of five before clotheslining Rage as he is in a sitting position. Causing him to drop back on his back. Shipman climbs on the ring apron and jumps over the top rope and into a leg drop on top of the big man. He goes for the cover, but Rage gets his shoulder up in time. Shipman runs to the ropes as he comes off for an elbow off the ropes, but Rage rolls away as that causes Shipman to hit the canvas with his elbow.

Adams: Can Rage take advantage of the given opportunity that has been presented to him??

Rage slowly gets to his feet as he stumbles towards Shipman as he grabs him by the head and bashes him face first into the canvas. There he starts to rub his painful leg as he tries to get some blood circulation flow back into it again. He grabs the hand of Shipman and then stomps it several times with his boot as he tries to break the bones in Shipman's hand. Jasmine tries to warn him as he continues the onslaught and that causes her to use the five count

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

Rage turns around and gets in the face of the referee as Jasmine shows him that she is in control and that he has to listen to her as she tells him to break to break. Rage waves it off as he turns around and grabs the hand of Shipman and pulls him up to his feet as he pulls the arm of the painful hand behind the back of Shipman and does a Body slam on the painful arm as Shipman screams in pain before Rage grabs him by the hair and bashes him face first into the canvas while listening to the five count of Jasmine.

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

Rage lets go as Jasmine gets in his face, screaming at him as she shows him the striped shirt as she is the boss. Rage laughs at it as he shakes his head and wants to get back to his match as Jasmine orders him to get back in the corner before turning her attention to Shipman. Seeing the Original Psycho getting to his feet and charges in on them as Jasmine sidesteps and that causes Shipman to spear Rage into the turnbuckles. There he grabs the head of Rage and starts to deliver series of headbutts into the face of Rage as the other former member of the Sins has dropped down on his backside. Jasmine is using the five count to break it up, Shipman stops at the count of four as he delivers an elbow to the bruised head of Rage before he looks at him and laughs before biting his forehead as Rage screams in agony

Simone: Good god!! That's the Shipman we know!!!

Adams: Unfortunately!!!

Blood is flowing from the face of Rage as Jasmine has gotten between Rage and Shipman and warns the Original Psycho as his eyes never leave Rage. Who pulls himself up to his feet, Shipman wants to get to him as he pushes Jasmine to the side as the referee grabs him by the arm and warms him. This is the opening that Rage needed as he delivers a huge Spear to Shipman as that knocks him out of his boots but unfortunately for Rage also rolls out of the ring. Jasmine starts to use the ten count on him as Rage rolls out of the ring, causing him to grab Shipman and executes a Powerbomb in on the concrete floor as that causes Shipman to bounce his head off the concrete as he holds on to his head. Rage screams out in agony as he rolls Shipman back in the ring and covers him as Jasmine starts to count.

Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr...

Somehow Shipman manages to get a shoulder up in time as that shocks and infuriates Rage as he gets up to his feet and grabs Shipman by the hair and pulls him up to his feet before going for another Powerbomb in the middle of the ring before going for the cover.

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

Justin: The winner of this match!! Rage!!!!

Rage rolls off of Shipman as he leans on his hands and knees and stares into the eyes of Shipman before grinning as he rolls out of the ring and walks to the back.

The scene opens up backstage to find Melody Grace skipping away with her bright pink skipping rope while listening to some music via her rose gold Beats by Dre headphones. She is unaware that she is being watched by the fans at this time, but they cheer for her regardless excited to see that their Little Miss Sunshine is back and ready for some in ring action.

Adams: MY MELODY!!!!!! I LOVE THIS GIRL!!!

Simone: We can tell.

Melody's high on point pony tail bounces as she continues to skip, before she finally notices the camera in the room. She gives the camera a little wink before stopping her warm up routine and sliding the head phones off of her ears, finally hearing her Melephants cheer for her loudly. As warm smiles crosses her face but the smile slowly disappears as the cheers turn to boos. Walking up behind her J2H can be seen who is looking as smug as ever tonight, his rolls his eyes at the booing fans before he sets his sights on to Melody. Melody doesn't bother to turn around as she already knows who it is.

Melody: Let me guess, J2H is approaching?

On cue her Melephants let out a massive "Yes" in unison, Melody smiles at the camera before she twirls around to look at her boyfriend. J2H has his SCW World Heavyweight Championship draped over his right shoulder, while he is still dressed in a timeless classic grey suit with the black shirt, that he knows Melody loves. While Melody is dressed up in her, timeless furry outfit that makes her look like a unicorn, you know the one that James hates? James ignores her outfit for now as he just takes his final steps up towards her, before speaking.

J2H: Are you sure you're ready for tonight Mel?

The fans let out a little boo in the background but J2H just ignores them, he knows their hate for him will always clash with their love for Melody.

Melody: I'll be fine, I promise, scouts honour.

Melody smiles at James trying to reassure him that she is okay and that she is ready to get back into the ring.

J2H: Babe?!

He was giving her that questioning look, the one he got when he wasn't sure if Melody was being truthful with him. Melody just erased the distance between them as she tucked herself under his left arm, she was still turned in towards him but she now hand her left hand up on his chest.

Melody: Jam---es-2H I'll be fine, I've got the clearance, I'm young and I'm ready.

James just shakes his head.

J2H: You have watched way too much Catching Kelce, in your down time.

Melody: And clearly you have to, since you know where that came from.

She tries to hide her smile but she can't as James just shakes his head and over looks Melody's little jab at him to focus on why he was here right now.

J2H: You'll be careful out there right?

Melody: Always.

The two just look at each other, unsure what to say next until J2H gives her arm a little squeeze.

J2H: But not too careful, I mean give these people something to cheer for tonight because later tonight they're going to be so disappointed when I walk out of here as their top Champion.

The fans went from cheering J2H to booing him in about three seconds flat that brought a smirk on his face while Melody just rolled her eyes.

Melody: Are you implying that I bring and Sweet and you bring the Sour? Like Team Sweet N' Sour? That's totally our Tag Team Name... how bout it partner?

She was smiling and laughing while James was wincing he had just walked straight into that one and now Melody was going to call them Team Sweet N' Sour for the rest of their lives. James just turned his head to whisper into Melody's ear.

J2H: I'm going to go before I make this worse for myself, but good luck out there...

J2H gave Melody one last squeeze before he removed his arm from around his shoulders.

Melody: I'll see you tonight So...

Before she got to finish the word "Sour" James shockingly and abruptly placed his lips onto hers stopping her with a kiss. It might not be a big deal to some but Melody and James have always had a rule to keep this type of stuff off TV away from the fans however it was happening. After a few moments J2H pulled away from Melody before placing his forehead against hers for a second as the fans gave off a mixed response. Melody just looked up at James smiling brightly while he looked a little conflicted with what had just happened as he knew he had crossed a line in their professional / personal boundaries. With that all said and done, Melody just smiles warmly at James before skipping off to venture off towards her match leaving James staring off in Melody's direction smiling.

While 2016 was not the best year for the Seven Deadly Sins, what with the defections of Rage and Chris Shipman, there was still much success to be had, and one man was at the head of it all; Synn. Guiding Rage to two Internet Championship reigns, and Despayre to his second, Synn remains undefeated in this category amongst many worthy peers since its inception.

A podium is set up on the top of the ramp and Justin Decent stands to one side of it holding a microphone.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for the Hall of Fame inductions for 2016!

The crowd cheer as they advert their attention to the stage.

Justin: Our first presenter has a long and colorful history with our next 2016 Hall of Fame inductee. When I first contacted our Inductee and he told me who he wanted to have induct him into the 2016 Hall of Fame, all I could think was 'How is this going to work out?'

The crowd in the Galen Center chuckle.

Justin: But if there is anything I've learned in the past five years, this little guy is capable of absolutely anything. Please welcome our first presenter; accompanied by Despayre -- Angel!

The crowd cheers as "Opticon" plays across the Galen Center's sound system. Despayre, carrying a tuxedo clad Angel in his arms, walks across the stage -- and walks right past "Hot Stuff" and the podium. Mark's quick reflexes allows him to hurriedly corral Despayre and give him a U-Turn and position him in front of the podium, much to the crowd's amusement! Despayre sets Angel down onto the podium so that he might give his speech, then takes his place to the left of the podium and waits ... and waits ....

Despayre shifts his eyes to the side, towards Angel. He frowns, then reaches over and pokes the teddy bear.

Despayre: Psst! Now!

More laughter as Despayre looks to the crowd wide-eyed and gives them a goofy face. Then he turns back to Angel and beckons him to go, but still the teddy bear gives them nothing. Despayre rolls his eyes and huffs.

Despayre: This is a FINE TIME for your stage fright to kick in! This is a very important thing that you're supposed to be doing! It's an honor being asked! .... Fiiiiiiine!

Despayre steps over and removes Angel from the podium and sets him down onto the stool to the side. He then removes the Mister Self-Help glasses from the bear's nose and the card from his tuxedo and sets the glasses on his own eyes and the card in front of him.

Despayre: I'm so glad he wrote his speech down.

Despayre looks through the magnifying eye glasses and blinks at the card.

Despayre: I'm so sorry I can't read it.

Laughter!

He sighs and removes the glasses and gives them a toss behind him, then blinks and looks at the card again.

Despayre: Ah! Much better! *clears throat* Ladies! Gentlemen! And undecided! ... Undecided?

Despayre shrugs.

Despayre: This next Inductee into the SCW Hall of Fame, Class of 2016, has a past that stretched far beyond just Sin City Wrestling itself. He debuted in the Global Wrestling Alliance where many wrestling purists heralded him as the greatest Superstar in the GWA, past or present, winning an unprecedented four World Heavyweight Championships. Winning the Grand Slam Championship and suffering only five losses in singles and tag team matches, he headlines six pay-per-views and defended a championship in eleven out of twelve of those events.

Applause from the crowd.

Despayre: When the GWA closed down, Goth proved his expertise in the world of professional wrestling when he helped a phoenix rose out of the ashes of the GWA, resulting in the AWA, the Asylum Wrestling Alliance. Despite the animosity of fans towards him, Goth proved time and again he knew how to draw heat, and thus knew what the fans wanted to see. And he gave that to them. It was right there in the AWA where Goth gave a new tag team their first big break, and with his booking, Sinful Obsession came to be.

Applause!

Despayre: And despite all odds being against him due to a genetic disorder called Retinitis Pigmentosa, Goth refused to call it quits inside of the ring. He came right here, to Sin City Wrestling, to do what he does best; win. The Roulette Championship. The World Tag Team Championship. And when he won the World Heavyweight Championship, Goth made history by becoming the first-ever SCW Triple Crown Winner. Knowing it was only a matter of time, Goth then walked away with SCW's highest honor after winning the Internet Championship, as he became one of the very few SCW Grand Slam Champions.

The camera scans the crowd as they applaud this accomplishment.

Despayre: The only thing left for Goth, is the reason why we are right here now, tonight. To honor Goth with SCW's highest distinction, marking him as the legend that he deserves to be. If it wasn't for this man, Gabriel and Despayre would not be here. Ladies and gentlemen! The newest honoree of the Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame Class of 2016 -- Goth!

Despayre turns to his right and holds his arms out in presentation ... and Goth walks onto the stage from the left, accompanied by Sapphira, to a standing ovation! Despayre turns back to the right way and smiles, shaking the hand of his old enemy, forgetting all past transgressions. Despayre then holds out Angel and Goth, in good humor, shakes the paw of the teddy bear as well. Despayre hands the Hall of Fame award to Goth and then steps aside so that he can have him moment in the sun.

Goth looks at his Hall of Fame award and looks up at his wife for a few moments as he is clearly emotional by this honor and the speech that Despayre gave him a few moments. He looks at the crowd as a smile emerges upon the man that has retired earlier this year due to his health deteriorating and accomplishing everything he could have achieve.

Goth: I cannot believe that I was bestowed this honor to stand before all of you fans and all of my peers.

The crowd is cheering as they are applauding the first ever Triple Crown winner in this company

Goth: I was listening backstage to the things that Despayre was telling about me and all I could think off was that damn bear staring a hole through my soul.

The crowd and wrestlers are laughing at the comment from the former owner of the AWA and former competitor of the SCW.

Goth: I came to this company to find something that I thought I have lost a long time ago, the will to fight. The desire to once again be the very best, to prove to the fans, to the wrestlers. But mostly to myself that I could still hang and boy did I ever.

A mixed reaction of the crowd can be heard as they are chanting Thank you Goth as well as You still got it!! Causing the man to laugh as he whispers something into the ear of his wife who grins

Sapphira: This time I am the one that tells Goth that he needs to stay home and watch his baby boy, or else I am going to kick his ass!!

This causes the fans to cheer as well as Goth starts to laugh

Crowd: Kick his ass!! Kick his ass!! Kick his ass!!!

Goth: Now you don't know that this woman packs a mean punch, so behave okay? But I want to get back to my stints in SCW. I know people were hesitant towards me, because of my past. I know that people did not trust me, perhaps only a few did and I want to thank Brother Grimm and Lord Raab for their trust in this old man. I want to thank the wrestlers that I have had the honor to face inside the ring as they brought the best out of me. Men like Kain, men like J2H, men like Sean Jackson, Drake Green, Chris Shipman, Despayre and the list goes on and on and on.

I want to thank Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, for giving this old man another opportunity to compete at a level that I did not believed that I still had. I want to thank the fans, the people that either cheered or booed me. But in the end paid hard earned money to come and watch me wrestle, watch me compete between the ropes. Because they knew, THEY KNEW that whether you love me or hate me, that I would perform at a level that would keep them at the edge of their seats and I want to thank you all for that honor every single night.

The crowd stands up as they give Goth a standing ovation as he motions them to sit down as he has got something more to say.

Goth: The last person I want to thank is Sapphira herself, for standing beside me for the greater part of my career and being there for every moment. I know that I have put her through hell on more than one occasion and any other wife would have walked away from me and I would not have blamed her. I know I have neglected my job as husband since I came back even though no doctor would have granted me the physical clearance to compete because of my eyes. And now that I have retired and watch my son grow up I realize that I was the luckiest and most stupid man alive to have stepped back inside the six sided ring. So for all of that Sapphira, I want to thank you and I love you. You deserve this more than I do.

With that he hands his Hall of Fame award to his wife as the two kiss before turning their attention towards the crowd who give them a standing ovation before walking off to the back of the stage.

Justin: Our next presenter needs no introduction to you. She is one half of the longest serving Bombshell tag team champions in the history of Sin City Wrestling, one of the most popular women to enter our six sided ring, she is Keira Fisher!

"The Phoenix" by Fallout Boy plays and Keira Fisher Johnson walks onto the stage wit ha beauitful dress on. She comes to the podium on the stage, waving to the fans in attendance. She pulls some notes from her purse and lays on them on the podium before taking a deep breath as her music dies out*

Keira: Wow. I never thought I would be the one to do this. I mean. Roxi Johnson has influenced alot of people. Not just in SCW, but the entire Wrestling world.

There is some applause for that

Keira: Roxi Johnson is one of the rare women that never gave up. She never gave up on anyone. Even if they were the cruelest of people. She have made lives better and she has changed lives. I'm one of the changed lives, of course.

Keira smiles a bit

Keira: Roxi Johnson has done a lot in SCW. She's made friends, won titles and made history. It's always been her drive, her confidence and that perfect smile that says, "You know, life's going to be ok"

Keira giggles

Keira: That and the bikini pictures she has

The audience laughs

Keira: But Roxi has always been more of a fighter. She always says that I'm the reason she's where she is now. That's a lie. She's done it by herself. She's always been by my side. Even though I'm not the easiest person to get along with. Trust me on this. Roxi is the love of my life. I'm just honored to do this today. She's a Former 2 Time World Bombshell Champion. A Former Bombshell Roulette Champion, a former Bombshell Internet Champion and of course. One half of the World Bombshell Tag Champions. A Grand Slam Champion and she holds the biggest title of them all...

Keira smiles as she sheds a tear

Keira: ....Being a Mother

Keira turns and shows a picture of Roxi holding Nate in her arms

There is massive applause.

Keira: Without Further Ado. I'm honored to induct the greatest person in the world. My friend, my love, my life and my world. SCW Hall of Famer, ROXI JOHNSON!

"The Touch" And a full on blushing Roxi Johnson walks out, barely able to contain her tears as she hugs her wife and her laughing and crying stays as she kisses Keira and she walks to the side. Roxi is visibly crying as she wipes away tears approaching the podium. Her music slowly dies out as There is an audible loud "Rox-I" chant breaking out.

Roxi: Thank you. Thank you so much.

Roxi takes a bow as the applause continues. She eventually takes a deep breath as the applause dies down.

Roxi: I... I uh, I have to say, before I start that, I told myself I wouldn't cry, and so... I've just lost that bet pretty early on.

Some laughs.

Roxi: I never, I never figured I would actually be here, tonight, standing before you, as a member of this prestigious SCW Hall of Fame. I was up here, last year, to induct my dear friend Misty Waters, who still, by the way, holds the distinction, in my eyes anyway, of being the greatest SCW Bombshell of all time. That will never change.

Applause for Misty.

Roxi: So this is all, really overwhelming for me, and I have so many people to thank who have helped me get to this night, and on this stage, and in this group of wonderful athletes that I am going in with. I could obviously have not done this without both Mark Ward and Christian Underwood taking a chance on me, and letting me take the opportunity to be who I am, and showcase my abilities for all of you. So, for that, I thank them, and I am forever grateful for that.

Applause

Roxi: I have to thank my fellow bombshells. Together, we have worked and come to be one of the greatest groups of women's wrestlers on the entire planet. I could only do so much, but the rest of you, all helped shape this division and made it what it is today. I already mentioned her but, without Misty, there is no bombshell's division. And she was a woman who helped this goofy girl in so many ways. She was the one I was facing off with, she set the bar and I just tried my best the live up to that standard. She put me on the map when I wasn't so well known around here. I came in and Misty and I had some great matches, we have some wars, and in the end, I am proud to call her my friend, more than anything else. Always and forever, she is amazing.

Applause.

Roxi: Amy Marshall. I have been her friend, her enemy, her partner in the ring, and friend out of the ring. Amy and I tore this place and each other apart all of last year for all of you. She has always been a great wrestler, and I, even though I was the one she beat, I am very proud that because of our hard work, Amy became the first grand slam champion. And she deserved it, she took probably a year or two off my career, but, for the sake of competition, and to make the Bombshell's stronger, it was all worth it. So I thank Amy Marshall for bringing out the best in me, and I hope it did it for her. I love her to death for it.

Applause.

Roxi: The list of bombshells I was honored to share the ring with is insane, the Angel Clan, Melanie and Lucy, Gothika and Raynin, Amanda Cortez, The Elders, Delia, Mercedes Vargas, Electra Styles, Jessie Salco, Alexis Edwards, Sammi Marlowe, Mikah, Odette Ryder, my great, wonderful friend Melly... the list goes on and on, I have nothing, but love and respect, win or lose for everything that we did out in that ring. But, honestly, I need to thank the fellas for moment here. Ben Jordan, Tommy Knocks, Gabriel, Steve Ramone, all of you, have impacted my career as much as anyone. Casey Williams always was wonderful to me. My good friends Despayre and Angel who I have shared so many adventures along with several baked desserts. And of course, my friend, Simon Jones. He believed in me when I didn't believe in myself. He was the first to try and help me reclaim what I had lost, and for that, I am also forever grateful.

Applause.

Roxi: But, most of all, more than anyone else, I need to thank my wife. My beautiful, wonderful wife Keira. Who has, been my rock, the port in the storm that is my life. She stood by me through thick and thin. She helped me find my sister, reunite my mother, sister, and I with our estranged father, and made me a better person and wife through her efforts. She never ceases to amaze me. And we got through everything, like we always do: Together. I've said that Keira, I was nervous for her when she came into SCW, and quite frankly, she proved me, and a lot of people wrong. And we, together, completely changed the SCW Tag team division. Team Hero faced and beat all comers for 7 long months. We broke many records. We did quite a bit and You know, I would hate for the last thing that Keira really does is to go down swinging in a championship match. I want her to be a world bombshell champion, and know she can do it, and she too, can be right here, next to me in the half of fame as well!

Applause.

Roxi: I love my wife dearly, I love all that she has become, and all she will be. Because, well, as stated earlier, We are kind of mom's now!

Applause

Roxi: I have had no bigger joy in life than becoming a mother. It really is the reason I am no longer an active member of the roster, because trust me, I'd love to go after the Bombshell's title again, and so would Keira. But for right now, my little boy, doesn't need to see me wrestle in SCW. He needs me to be with him, and giving him all the attention he deserves. Mommy loves you Nate. Mommy loves you with all her heart.

Applause.

Roxi: So, to, wrap this up, I am honored, I am privledged, I am humbled. I never expected this, and I am eternally grateful to everyone here in SCW. I thank you, I love you, and I graciously accept my new title as SCW Hall of Famer. I will never forget this night, I thank you so much!

Applause.

Roxi: But... I leave you with this: SCW has the greatest women's wrestlers in the world. All of you are doing a wonderful job. I just hope, that in the not too distant future, you don't forget about Team Hero, because we WILL be back. Thank you all, very much!

As the crowd cheers as soon as Roxi finishes her speech. Keira comes out, holding Nate in her hands. Nate was seen looking at the people, confused as Keira goes to Roxi and kisses her on the cheek. She hands Nate to Roxi for her to hold.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, a man who, without his presense, we would not be here today. He is the man behind Sin City Wrestling, he is the owner of the company, he is Hot Stuff Mark Ward!

"Midnight/Tornado" by Skid Row starts to play and the boss himself, Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears on the stage. He looks around the crowd and walks towards the podium, looking around at the crowd.

HS: I've been around this business for more years than I care to admit, and I've seen so many people come and go, not caring about anyone else but themselves, but in rare instances, you get to see a man who lives and dies for what we do. People willing to go above and beyond for your company, and for the fans.

The fans cheer as Hot Stuff points around them.

HS: You have the power to drive people on, it doesn't matter if you cheer or boo them. Right now, I'm standing on a stage to induct one of those very rare and special people that were born to do what we do, to stand in front of a live crowd and have them wait on every word. This man could do that, he could pull you in and make you believe the story he wanted to tell you. From the second he stepped in to an SCW ring, he had every eye in the building on him and he took you on a journey.

Hot Stuff pauses for a few seconds.

HS: He bought you the ticket for his own rollercoaster ride and took you with him everywhere he went, he drew new fans in when others doubted him. He went through everything for SCW, bleeding the SCW colours and waving our flag where he went. I'm more than proud to call him a friend, I'm not ashamed to say that I respect this man for everything he did not only in SCW, but everything he's done in life. I'm proud to stand here and give this man the credit he's deserves. He has fought his way back from a career threatening injury and never slowed down, he was the 2015 wrestler of the year, he was the 2015 man of the year.

The crowd cheer at these accolades.

HS: He is a former SCW Internet champion...

The crowd cheer once more.

HS: He is a two time, SCW World Heavyweight champion...

Hot Stuff pauses as he looks around the crowd.

HS: He is my friend, he is the man you know as the Mental Rapist, he is Sean Jackson!!!

v/o: "Sin City Wrestling, can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

As soon as the voice over begins, the curtain begins to part and stepping onto the stage is none other than the former two time SCW World Heavyweight Champion Sean Jackson. As he enters into view, there is a mixed reaction from the fans as one of the most hated men in professional wrestling was back in an SCW arena for the first time since My Bloody Valentine 2.

As he makes his way to the podium, dressed in an expensive Armani suit, it is clear to everyone that he had a lot on his mind. After losing the Internet Championship to Goth, the Dallas native, in the prime of his career, simply walked away without an explanation. There were backstage rumors, but nothing substantiated by anyone in the know. So everyone held their collective breaths as one of the most controversial men in professional wrestling stepped up to Mark Ward. After the two men shake hands, the former SCW star turns his attention towards the mic.

Jackson: "On a hot summer night in May of 2010, I thought my professional wrestling career was over."

This was not the beginning that everyone expected, including Mark Ward who begins to back away, but has an intrigued look on his face. If he had any worries as to the beginning of Sean's speech, as to whether they would be controversial or not, that was quickly dispelled as the star from Texas continued.

Jackson: "After suffering a devastating knee injury inside of a ring, just like that one there..."

As he points towards the ring, the former two time world champion stops and backs away from the podium. From the expression on his face, everyone can tell that something simply isn't right. That is further reinforced when the Dallas native turns towards Mark Ward.

Jackson: "I'm sorry Mark, but this is wrong. If I'm going to do this, then I need to do this down there."

Once again he points towards the ring and before the fans can start react, Sean begins to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring. That lone action causes the fans to erupt into cheers as this break from protocol is actually taking place. Yes, the same Sean Jackson who entered into SCW under controversy, was now accepting his spot into it's Hall of Fame in controversial fashion.

As he climbs the steps and prepares to enter between the ropes, the Texan asks for and receives a microphone. With the mic in hand, Sean then steps through the ropes and faces the fans.

Jackson: "There, now that's better."

In what seems to be a weird moment, Sean Jackson is actually soaking in cheers from a fan base that had never truly accepted him, until now. Maybe it was because they knew something that nobody else did, that this Hall of Fame induction meant that his career was in fact, over.

Jackson: "Now then, as I was saying. In 2010 I suffered what was truly believed to be a career ending injury where I was out of this sport for two years..."

He holds up two fingers.

Jackson: "For two whole years."

He inhales, followed by a slow exhale.

Jackson: "My knee was completely destroyed, my life turned upside down, and for the first time, there was no light at the end of the tunnel. I was forced to accept the realization that I would never hold the world championship, in any company, even though I knew that I deserved the chance."

The Dallas native looks up to the ceiling, searching for the inner strength to keep going. Maybe it started to dawn on the former world champion that this was it, that this was his final moment and he didn't want to start tearing up, at least not yet.

Jackson: "So imagine my surprise in October of 2012 when that surprise call came from Brad Batee and the NeWA, explaining that WCCW had a new owner, a man by the name of Devlin Lefebvre and roster bodies was needed."

The fingers on his free hand go through his hair as another inhale, followed by a slow exhale ensues.

Jackson: "I could have said no. I could have been cautious and said that I wasn't interested. I could have lied and said that I didn't care about the sport anymore, that I had grown tired of chasing after imaginary brass rings. But I couldn't form the words..."

The Texan walks forward and grabs the top ring rope, pulling it ever so slightly.

Jackson: "Because deep down inside, I needed this. No, I wanted this. I wanted the opportunity to prove that I was better than just being a roster body. That had it not been for a freak accident inside of the wrestling ring, I could be a world champion."

Sean starts stomping on the mat with the knee that he once injured, the same knee that for the past four years, delivered that knock out blow called Lights out, game called due to darkness. Yes, the most devastating high knee in professional wrestling history.

Jackson: "So you're damn right I said yes. Hell, I said yes before I had even realized the conversation ended. Before I knew it, a contract had been faxed to me and the rest..."

Pause for effect.

Jackson: "Was history. That's right people, I went on to win the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship on three separate occasions and that my friends, brings me to the here and now."

His eyes scanning the stage briefly before finding Mark Ward still standing there, hanging on his every word.

Jackson: "And to you Mark."

Listen up people, because you're about to learn something.

Jackson: "I may credit Brad Batee for opening the door slightly, but I credit you for allowing me to basically do my thing, to give me free reign on creative control, which resulted in me standing here tonight. It was because of guys like Drake Green, Gabriel, Despayre, Simon Jones and Jamie Dean..."

Once again he takes a deep breath.

Jackson: "That made it possible for me to take that next step in my evolution, for me to recognize just how good I could be and really, if I had to point the finger towards the man responsible for me standing here tonight, it would be Drake Green."

For everyone that didn't know, the friendship ran deep between the two men and truth be told, Drake Green was directly responsible for Sean Jackson coming to Sin City Wrestling.

Jackson: "Out of everyone I've known in this sport, Drake is right up there with people that I respect unconditionally. When I walked out of the NeWA, Drake was right there, endorsing Sin City Wrestling. The man was in my ear nonstop, my fax machine was going off every hour, the text messages and nonstop phone calls was a thing of legend. Everyday I was reminded that a spot was open for me here, in a place he called home and well..."

For the first time, that million dollar smirk began to form.

Jackson: "How in the hell do you say no to Drake Green?"

The smirk turns into a full blown smile. The answer to that question is you don't say no to Drake.

Jackson: "That's right, you don't. You just save yourself the trouble and make that call to Mark Ward like your supposed to do. So yeah, I did the smart thing and I called the boss..."

The Dallas native points towards Mark Ward.

Jackson: "Because after listening to Drake for five seconds, you understand that the man known what he's talking about, and working for a guy like Mark will always be best for business. Now, everyone knows that I have a tendency to ramble on and things get drawn out longer than it's supposed to, but please bear with me because there's some things that I've got to say about some very dear people here in SCW."

Get ready people because here it comes.

Jackson: "Mark, I will forever be grateful for what you've done for me. You took one helluva chance on me and I never forgot that. You had a core group of guys on the roster and really didn't need a guy like me, but you went against the grain and gave me the opportunity anyway. I really, really hope that I gave that opportunity the right justice, because when it came to that chance, I wanted to give you every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that I had in my body. In other words, thank you for pulling the real Sean Jackson out of the shadows and making him a household name. I'll never forget it."

He then turns his attention towards the man responsible for him being in the SCW in the first place.

Jackson: "Drake, you also deserve my gratitude. We engaged in some of the best matches of my career and like I said to Mark, you are the reason I'm here. From the moment you and I first met, I knew you were greatness personafied and Hall of Fame material. You brought out the best in everyone and in my estimation, that made you the most valuable man in this company. The sport of professional wrestling is nothing without you Drake, it needs you, these fans need you...."

As the Dallas native paces back and forth in the ring, the mentioning of the fans needing Drake Green creates a well received pop of approval from everyone who knows that Sean is speaking the truth.

Jackson: "And I'm not just blowing hot air my friend. Sean Jackson's can come and Sean Jackson's can go, but there will never be another Drake Green, and for that, I hope that I can buy a ticket, walk into this arena any time I want, and see you doing what you do best..."

Pause.

Jackson: "And that is keeping this company rolling because God only knows, someone has to keep that balance when it comes to Gabriel and Despayre."

Yep, it's about to get interesting.

Jackson: "Oh yes, you didn't think I was going to forget about you two, did you?"

Still smiling, Sean raises the index finger on his free hand, still speaking.

Jackson: "As much as I respect Drake, I also have the same amount of respect for the two of you. I remember coming into this company and immediately being welcomed by two of the most respected men in the business. Now for all of you who probably don't remember, if anyone deserved the right to reject someone from the NeWA, it was Gabriel and Despayre. For five years, FIVE YEARS those two guys ruled the tag team world in whatever company they participated in. They were the most successful tag team in the history of the sport and the only blemish on their record in those five years was the total screw job from the NeWA. I still remember the NeWA, not being able to find a single tag team in the whole world to beat them, simply acting as if they never owned the titles, as if they had never been in the company."

Oh yes, if anyone could understand the travesty, it would be Sean Jackson.

Jackson: "So here I was, waltzing into the company with the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship in my possession and instead of treating me as an outsider, they welcomed me with open arms. It was because of that mutual respect, whenever we stepped into the ring with one another, I always made sure to give it my all. I made sure to give it my all because that's what Gabriel and Despy deserved. They deserved all the best spots, all the best matches, and all the adulation you could give them. When Drake left to take care of personal business, Gabriel and Despy stepped up and kept my stay in SCW a memorable one. You made me feel at home, and you made me feel relevent and for that, I thank you both. Not participating in SCW has been hard, it's been difficult because I love you all, each and every one of you, but it was the right decison to make, and it was made at the right time. But do understand this, all my life I've been a fan, and ever since I've been a kid, I've made my way into a wrestling arena to watch professional wrestling..."

He stops pacing, he's looking out at the fans, but in no particular direction and at no particular person. The smile slowly slips away and a most serious look begins to develop.

Jackson: "And tonight is no different. So just like Apollo Creed said to Rocky Balboa in Rocky III, it gets quiet when you retire and I can promise you one thing, if it ever gets too quiet..."

Sean lets those words "too quiet" linger for a moment before....

Jackson: "Simon Jones, thank you for allowing having the confidence in me to run an angle involving your daughter. Having been familiar with each other in that other company, I could understand you allowing me to run with it, but there's always that slight hesitation between professionals to keep things from going too far. But we were still able to get one helluva story going and personally, I would have loved to have taken that to the level of my feuds with Drake, Gabriel and Despayre. But with all things wrestling related, there's always real life things to get in the way and sadly, we couldn't go further with it. But I will tell you this much Simon, I will buy a ticket to watch you at 50 percent before I'll watch others at 100 percent. You will forever hold a place in my thoughts as one of the greatest human beings in this world, and an equally great competitor. Maybe in another lifetime we'll get to step into the ring to show the wrestling world just how good a Sean Jackson vs Simon Jones match can truly be...."

Still holding the mic, the Texan begins to clap.

Jackson: "But until that time comes, just understand that you will always have my deepest admiration and respect. And now, last but not least...."

For perhaps the final time, Sean Jackson turns and faces Mark Ward who is still up on the stage.

Jackson: "Mark, I didn't see Jamie Dean backstage and for that, I'm deeply saddened. When you see him next, please relay this message for me. Tell him that I definitely appreciate everything he did for me, and for agreeing to take that Hook em Horns driver on the ringsteps. Tell him that I appreciate the vote of confidence because that was asking a lot of someone I barely knew. As far as I'm concerned, Jamie is right up there with some of the classiest people that I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. Like Jamie Dean, one of the closest people in his life, that being Justin Halliwell was also entered into the mix and to place his life into the hands of a perfect stranger, was always asking a lot. But just like Christian Underwood, Spike Staggs, and several others who could cause this to go on for the rest of the night, you guys had the faith in me to do the right thing and I appreciate it. But most of all...."

He turns his attention back to the fans.

Jackson: "I appreciate you. I've come a long way from that uncertain kid in 2000 who didn't know the difference between a wrist lock and a wrist watch, to the man standing before you tonight. You've seen my ups, my downs, and every emotion in between. You've invited me into your homes and you've followed me all around the world and back. If there is a single regret that I have, it's the feeling that maybe, just maybe, I could have given just a little bit more. I love you all, and if I know anything about this sport, it's this. If Mark Ward can make a mega-star out of me in this company called SCW, then just imagine what he can do with talent like Ben Jordan, Chris Shipman, J2H, JT Midas, Lord Raab, John Dough, and my man TNA. Or better yet, bombshells like Amy Marshall, Jessie Salco, Lucy Seraphina, Mercedes Vargas, Mikah, Natalie McKinley, Samantha Marlowe and Veronica Taylor."

There goes that smile again in the direction of Mark Ward.

Jackson: "Damn Mark, that's a helluva roster. That's...."

Then it hits him, the one thing he didn't want to do, was actually happening. His heart was in the right place, wanting to not miss a single person who had touched his life in a positive manner, but the Dallas native was stretching it out, not wanting the moment to end, but he could feel it. Defeated, his head begins to lower and the mic follows suit. Trying hard to fight back the tears, the former SCW star swallows hard, real hard. With his head still hung low, he hears an all too familiar voice.

Marshall Owens: "It's time Sean"

Raising his head, the star from Dallas, Texas quickly finds his manager / attorney standing on the stage next to Mark Ward. Slowly the mic is raised as well and he utters those final two words to the fans he loved so dearly....

Jackson: "Thank you."

As the mic slips from his grasp, there's now nothing to stop him from stepping between the ropes and hopping down to the floor. From the moment he discovered how good he could be, Sean Jackson knew that this day would eventually come. The tears, now free flowing can be seen by everyone close to him. Struggling just to make it up the ramp, he is met by both Marshall Owens and Mark Ward as a deep embrace happens between the two.

Justin: Our final inductor for this evening comes all the way from London, England, or Havana Cuba, depending on what day you speak to him on. He is a former SCW Tag Team Champion, he is Ben Jordan!

"Love in an Elevator" starts to blast through the speakers and Ben Jordan walks on to the stage wearing a dark suit, with white shirt. He listens to the cheers and nods towards Goth, Roxi and Sean Jackson before walking to the podium. The music stops as he stands in front of the microphone.

Ben: You know it's a great night when ya get name dropped by the legend that is Sean Jackson. Cheers mate.

Ben fires a thumbs up towards Sean Jackson and looks around the crowd.

Ben: We've already seen three legends inducted tonight, three very well deserving legends. Now I get to induct the forth and final legend in to the SCW Hall Of Fame.

Ben reaches in to his pocket, pulling out small cards.

Ben: I spent ages writing down what I was gonna say, so I didn't fluff me lines, but decided now is a good time to talk from the heart.

Ben puts the cards down on front of the podium.

Ben: Tonight, we've seen a rival, a wife and a close friend get to induct people in to the Hall of Fame, I get to induct a brother. From the moment I met the man, there was an instant connection, and we become two of the closest you'd find backstage. It's pretty surprising that in a cut throat business like this, that you find someone that's a decent human being but Drake Green is just that.

The crowd cheer at hearing Drake's name mention.

Ben: There's a lot about Drake I can tell ya. This is the guy that went out of his way to be there for me when I needed it. This is a guy I can call at two in the morning just to say hello to and he won't get too mad. I even got to meet his family more than once. This is a guy who is a born entertainer and a guy that makes me wanna be better. You can not have a better role model in this sport than Drake Green. If you want to be a wrestler, he is the one you look up to, and I did just that and I didn't do too bad.

Ben smiles as he looks around.

Ben: I was over the moon to be the best man at his wedding, and I'm over the moon to be able to welcome the 2014 Wrestler and Man of The Year, the 2014 Most Popular of the Year, 2013 Future Star of the Year, and as we found out a little earlier, the winner of the 2016 Feud of the Year.

The crowd cheer loudly as Ben continues

Ben: A former Roulette champion, SCW's only three time World Champion. The showstopper...

Ben pauses.

Ben: Mr Showtime himself....

The crowd cheer louder.

Ben: You know what time it is! Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for that amazing Drake Green!

"Burning Down The House" plays and Drake Green walks out on to the stage to huge cheers. Moving towards Ben Jordan, the two men hug, Ben clearly saying something in Drake's ear to get him smiling. Ben points towards the podium before applauding Drake. Drake walks up to the podium and smiles.

Drake: Wow...

Green steps back for a moment and smiles as the crowd erupts.

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

He steps back to the podium.

Drake: You have no idea how awesome it is to hear that again.

The crowd cheers.

Drake: You know this is all very surreal to me for a number of different reasons. I mean, for the people that know me, and I mean really know me, they know that I'm not a huge wrestling fan. Don't get me wrong, I LOVED being in that ring and competing but I was never really a fan of the sport. I remember when my agent Barry called me when the NeWA was turning upside down and he was like ?Hey Champ...don't worry...I secured a huge deal with SCW. We're going to Vegas!" and my very first thought was...'Oh...my...gosh...I do not want to wrestle'.

The crowd chuckles as he takes a quick drink of water and smiles.

Drake: You laugh but it's the truth. Some of my colleagues are great studies of the sport and would watch match after match after match not so much because they were scouting or because they were learning...it was because they just loved watching it. And...that just was never me. To me it was always a business like approach. This is what I did for a living and yeah I'm a natural competitor and a showman and that made me want to be the best...but it wasn't because I had this great love of the sport.

He wipes his brow.

Drake: To me...my father was a wrestler and he died when I was very young. So part of me always associated being in the ring with being close with him. My brother, who also passed away at a very young age, was also a wrestler. He was my tag team partner, so again part of me wanting to be in that ring was to be in that ring with him again. And that wasn't about any kind of love for wrestling it was about love for my brother and love for my father and needing to hold onto those relationships. And that was always a driving force for me.

He takes a moment and holds back a tear, which prompts the audience to cheer and clap. He lets out a nervous laugh and smile.

Drake: But being here this weekend, especially today, and watching Roxi and Goth...and even Sean...today is the first time in a long time, maybe even for the first time in my life...that I feel like a wrestling fan. So thank you.

The crowd claps and cheers.

Drake: I started in this business cleaning rings. After my dad had passed away my brother and I went to live with my uncle Max who was of course a wrestler. So growing up we would travel with him and he would make us sweep rings in between matches and help sell tickets and t-shirts and I gotta be honest...that stuff saved my life. My brother was a stone cold wrestler, man. He had it in his blood, he had that passion, you know? Me I was a punk.

He laughs.

Drake: I would get into all sorts of trouble on the road, mostly because Max, and he would kill me for saying this in public, but he was involved in his own thing while we were traveling so we were pretty much left to our own devices. Nick, my brother, would just be zoned in on the wrestling but I would go out and do things I probably shouldn't talk about when kids are watching...

He shares a laugh with the audience.

Drake: But Max forcing me to train and get involved really saved my life man and those early years in Japan and then in Canada...the discipline really shaped me. It really made me a stronger person and I didn't realize it all back then. But now, looking back on it...wrestling really did save my life in ways that I can't even begin to describe and by wrestling...I really mean all of you. Each and every one of you is what makes this the wrestling business so without you...without you Drake Green wouldn't be standing here today so please give yourselves a round of applause.

The crowd claps and Drake joins them.

Drake: Coming to SCW was a whirlwind experience for me. I wasn't planning on it and it happened very fast. For those of you that don't know I was titleholder in a place called ACW up in Canada. ACW, like SCW, was part of the National Wrestling Alliance. I was also a titleholder in a place called BACW in New York, which was in the Alliance as well. There was some friction in ownership over some "questionable" booking decisions and saving you all from a long story ACW and SCW split from the Alliance...and I had a choice to make. SCW really wasn't part of that equation at the time. It was ACW or BACW and to me, ACW seemed like the better choice. In hindsight I was actually wrong...

Drake laughs.

Drake: BACW was actually around much longer than ACW so clearly I made the wrong decision there.

He smiles.

Drake: But what I didn't factor in was SCW. Mark Ward reached out pretty early on and with the help of my agent they put together a pretty sweet deal and well...the rest is history right? It turned out to be such a wonderful decision. SCW is by far the classiest organization in this business with some of the best competition out there. To be a part of it, for however long it was, was a true honor.

The crowd claps again as he sips on his water.

Drake: I have met some of the most amazing people here. Christian has been fantastic. Even Mark Ward, even though we've had some ?differences' over the years, is a great owner. The competition has been top notch. The two that really come to mind are Goth and Sean Jackson. Goth is just a tremendous competitor, he's truly major league, and the industry lost a great tonight. It's an honor to share this stage with him again.

Drake begins to clap and the audience joins in and cheers.

Drake: Sean...

Drake laughs.

Drake: You know you have something special when you feel equal amounts of hate and admiration for another human being. Sean has been the bane of my existence for a long time. We've had some utter wars across multiple companies and continents. It is truly fitting that we are here together tonight. It's actually perfect if you think about it.

The audience claps again.

Drake: But enough of the boring stuff...I'm sure they're gonna start playing the music on me pretty soon here.

He laughs.

Drake: My experience here is one that has made me who I am today. I've met and cultivated amazing relationships here. I've met my wife...

Drake points off stage.

Drake: Mikah has been the best thing that has ever happened to me and despite what she wants you all to believe...she's the warmest most kind person that I've ever met...

The crowd claps.

Drake: But even thought it's me up here...it's you all that really should be. Because without you...we're just a bunch of weird dudes in half naked tights touching each other so stand and give yourselves a round of applause...

The crowd claps and laughs and then begins to chant.

Crowd: ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH! ONE MORE MATCH!

Drake settles them down.

Drake: There are two things in life...in this life anyway...that are certain. One...the show must go on.......and two....I am the FUCKING SHOW BABY!

The crowd erupts in cheers.

Drake: But until that day comes....people of the SCW Universe......MY PEOPLE.....what MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!?!?!?!?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!!!!!!!!

?Burning Down the House' begins to play again as the crowd jumps to their feet and claps. Drake waves to them off as Mikah comes on stage and walks up to him. She kisses him and they hug. Drake holds her hand as he waves to the crowd.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, your Hall of Fame class of 2016!

The fans cheer as Goth, Roxi Johnson, Sean Jackson and Drake Green move to the front of the stage.

Simone: A stage full of SCW Legends ladies and gentlemen.

Adams: Without them, SCW wouldn't be where it is, so on behalf of the fans, thank you!

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright colored lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this"? sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they are each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!

The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.

Justin: And her opponent!!!

The arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 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 the bell to sound

DING DING DING

The bell rings and the two Bombshells tie up. Mercedes tries to push Melody away from her, but Melody pushes right back. Mercedes whips Melody into the ropes, but Melody ducks upon returning as Mercedes tried to nail a Spinning roundhouse kick. Mercedes tries for a superkick this time, but Melody slides out of the way to avoid it. Melody looks at Mercy V as she looks up from the ground, Melody gets up to her feet; Mercedes lets her get up without attacking her.

Simone: That's true sportsmanship

Adams: Or maybe its just cockiness on the Latina Heat's part

As soon as Melody Grace stands to her feet, Mercy V goes straight towards her. They tie up again, pushing each other all over the ring, struggling to get one of the other in a weak spot.

Simone: Look like an even tie up

Adams: I can't think have any other way I would like to be tied them then being tied up with those two.

Neither wants to give up their strength to show their weakness. Melody hits Mercedes with a knee while tied up; Mercy V gives back double knees. Still tied up, Melody finally releases her hold. Mercy V thinking she has the upper hand goes for a standing clothesline, but is mistaken as Melody scoops up Mercy V and plants her on the mat with a T-Bone Suplex. Melody wipes away her messy blonde hair as her ponytail elastic holder has broken. A young Melody fan in the front row yells out to Melody...

Fan: Here Melly, here take mine!!!

Melody turns to see the little girl holding up ponytail holder for Melody to have. Melody looks at Mercedes who is still down. She runs out of the ring and walks over to the fan.

Melody: Hey you want to help me with that?

Fan: Really!!!

Melody turns around to face the ring as the fans starts to put Melody's hair in a ponytail for hair. While this is going on Mercy V sits up and sees that Grace is just hanging out. The fan manages to wrap up Melody's hair for her. Melody turns around to give the fan a hug. In doing so Mercy V charges at Melody going for her Suicide Dive. The fan pushes Melody out of the way causing Mercedes to hit her head on the barricade. Melody picks up Mercedes and throws her back in the ring. Melody slides in and gets to her feet. Grace tries to pick up Vargas. But she was playing possum and Rolls up Melody in a small package.

Drew: 1...

Melody manages to get free

Simone: That almost cost grace a victory

Adams: Yeah I say that fan would have been sad.

Both bombshells get back up. The two tie up again. Mercedes gains the upper hand this time and yaks Melody down by yanking on Graces ponytail.

Ref yells at Mercy V about the hair pull. Mercy V grabs Melody and throws her to the nearest turnbuckle. Vargas rises her foot for her Corner foot choke. Ref starts to count.

Drew: 1....2....3....4

Mercy V breaks the hold and does it again

Drew: 1....2....3....4

Mercy again breaks the hold but does it again. This time the ref has had enough and breaks the hold only to make the Latina Heat upset.

Mercedes Vargas: I get up to a 5 count you know!!!

Ref Drew Patton points at his shirt letting Mercy v know that he is the ref, the match will go his way by his rules not hers. Mercy brushes him off and goes back for her Corner foot choke, only this time Grace blocks it by grabbing Marcy v leg. Melody then locks in her T-Bone Suplex and nails Mercy V with it sending her to the outside of the ring.

Crowd: That was Awesome..... That was Awesome..... That was Awesome!

Melody gets on the turnbuckle

Adams: Looks like Melody wants to get a good look at the crowd at hand?

Simone: No Jason she is waiting to the Spanish Fly to get up to perfectly time a Diving cross body or a High angled drop kick

Adams: Well let's see what happens as Mercedes is now getting up.

Simone: Looks like cross body

As Melody humps off the top robes Mercy V did her Homework and was waiting for this move. Vargas jumps in the air and catches Melody's head locking her into a Hurricanrana. Melody flies into the crowd and lands on the fourth roll with her body hitting multipliable chairs before coming to a stop.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

SCW security run to the area to block fans from getting involved as Mercedes hopes the rails and grabs Melody who looks as if she is knocked out. Mercedes picks her up and carries her over to the guard rail in which she then drops her to the other side landing hard on the floor mats

Adams: Holy crap did you see that?

Simone: See it? I felt it from right over here.

Mercedes hops the rail and picks up Grace to throw her in the ring. Mercedes slides in and goes for the cover

Drew: 1...2...2.7

Grace kicks out the fans cheer like crazy. Mercedes picks up grace by her ponytail and locks her in for a DDT, but gets reversed by Grace with a Northern lights Suplex. Both bombshells are down in the ring.

Adams: I'm not shocked to see them both down

Simone: After the last few moves we seen I shocked if they can even get back up.

Both ladies get up at the same time. Melody charges at Vargas and plants her with a Lou Threz press and starts throwing punches at Mercy V.

Adams: Not used to seeing Grace look this angry

Simone: ok, Jason you are right but were also not used to seeing Melody gets thrown into the crowd like that either.

Adams: Oh yeah, hey you think that made grace mad?

Simone: If that didn't it sure as hell woke her up

Ref warns Grace she will get DQ if she doesn't open her closed fist. Grace nails one more before getting up. The look on her face says it all she is not to pleased with being thrown around like that. Melody out of anger plants a hard kick to Mercedes stomach. Melody backs off to let Drew Patton check on Mercedes. Mercy V rolls over in pain. She turns to look at Melody who is seen holding her head in pain as well.

Mercedes gets up even though it appears she is in pain by her holding one arm across her ribs, she uses the other one to motion for Grace to bring it. That puts a smile on Melody's face, then heads towards the Latina Heat. Grace thinks they are going to tie up again, but Vargas picks up Grace by the waist and hits a huge power slam on her. Vargas goes to pin the champion

1

2

Grace kicks out! Grace a bit shocked that Vargas just tried to pin her. Vargas brings out the sadistic smile as she tells Grace it was so close from her losing. "So close" she says. She picks up Grace by the hair, and slings her into the turnbuckle. Vargas runs toward Grace, leaps in the air for a Plancha/Slingshot crossbody but misses as Melody moves out of the way, allowing Vargas to crash and burn in the turnbuckle. Grace doesn't wait for a rebound as she delivers a huge splash of her own, making Mercy V's chest sink even more into the top buckle. Grace grabs Mercedes and yanks her body down forcing Vargas down to the mat. Vargas rolls until her back in on the mat belly up. Grace quickly jumps on the turnbuckle and nails her Split Legged Corkscrew Moonsault.

Simone: MellyPOP!

Adams: Yes I can hear the fans pop for Melly.

Grace goes for the cover

Drew: 1.....2.....3

Ding... Ding... Ding...

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by Pin Fall, Melody Grace!!!!!

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MATCH OF THE YEAR

Summer XXXtreme IV - July 31, Best Two Out of Three Falls for the World Heavyweight Championship. It was during this match where two Junior Heavyweights proved that you don't have to be a three hundred plus pound heavyweight to compete for the top title! Reining Champion J2H and his challenger Despayre proved both have what it takes to be the best, and although J2H emerged victorious, Despayre DID become the only person in nearly a year to pin J2H's shoulders to the mat.

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The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see tonight's challenger for the World Bombshell Championship Jessie Salco lacing up her boots in preparation for her title match, sitting on a table next to her is an older picture of her, presuming from her early days as a wrestler and once she looks up and sees the camera she picks up the picture.

Jessie: Eight years, that's how long I've been in this business and four of those years were spent here in SCW, as I said in my promo last Friday I didn't have a single supporter as far as my decision to become a wrestler is concerned but I've spent the last four years proving everyone who doubted me wrong.

Jessie says before turning the picture around showing it to the camera, in the picture we can see a younger, skinnier Jessie standing next to a much older man and a woman who was around her current age at the time.

Jessie: This picture was taken on the day I graduated, I spent most of yesterday searching all over my house back in Vegas for it and considering I found it in the attic I'm surprised that it's in as good condition as it is but more importantly my title win tonight will be a culmination of my wrestling journey, my trainers wished they could be here to watch me compete but they were busy with their school back in Florida but I will say that I'm dedicating this match to them for taking a chance on a skinny, recovering drug addict like me.

Jessie says before pocketing the picture and standing up.

Jessie: Crystal, tonight your reign is coming to an end and I am walking out SCW World Bombshell Champion, good luck tonight you'll need it!

Jessie walks off camera as the scene fades.

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Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell Internet Championship... introducing first... hailing from Berkshire, England... she is the current Bombshell Internet Champion... Kate Steele.

Grow up by Paramore begins to blare 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. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.

Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leaps frogs over the ropes and bounces about before 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 in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin

Justin: And her opponent...

The cameras whirl back around and focus on the top of stage before the lights cut off leaving the arena in darkness. The creepy and spine tickling sounds of an electric guitar come to life over the personal address system followed by a deep heavy drum beat. As "Anthem of the Year 2000" by SilverChair hits, the stage area dimly lights up glowing red. The lights continue to gradually get brighter to expose Evie Baang standing in the middle of the runway with her back to the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Victor Harbour, South Australia... Evieeee Baaaang.

Evie turns around slowly and keeps her hoodie over her head before she makes her way down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans as her focus is on the ring in front of her. She slowly walks up the steal steps before stepping into the ring while the lighting gradually returns to normal. Evie walks around the ring pulling on the ropes getting ready for her match while her song slowly dies down to nothing.

Holly Wood moves in and takes the Internet title from Kate and raises it high in air before moving to the side and hand the title over before indicating for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING

Evie and Kate briefly circle the ring before moving in and locking up in a basic collar and tie, where they then battle it out, as Evie pushes Kate into the ropes, which the ref begins to count but Kate counters the move with Evie now against the ropes before moving into corner. The ref continues her count until Evia pushes Kate away and in turn breaking Holly's count.

Simone: Here we go... Kate here looks to defend her title against Evie Baang!

Adams: Evie maybe new but she isn't going to lie down for Kate.

Kate and Evie look at each other for a moment before once again circling and then moving in, where they briefly lock up but Kate counters with a go behind and locks her hands together around Evie's waist, but Evie breaks the hold and keeps hold of Kate's arm, where she twists and tugs on it. Kate grimaces from the pain a little as Evie gives her arm a few more tugs, but Kate counters and roly-poly's through it and counters the move and grabs Evie's arm and delivers her own twist and tug of the arm.

Adams: Good early exchange here... getting to know each other.

Simone: With many counters of counters.

Putting extra power behind it, Kate manages to get Evie to her knees before wrapping Evie's arm up behind her back, as Evie clutches at her shoulder, but she right away fights. Getting to one knee and then to her feet, Evie puts her arm behind her back and breaks Kate's hold and quickly counters and she twist and pushes Kate arm up behind her back. Right away Kate begins to fight, as she seeks way out of the move as she copies Evie's way of escape, but this time she counters and wraps her arms around Evie's waist. Evie right away begins to fight and break the hold and quickly grabs Kate around the neck for a headlock.

Simone: Evie is holding her own here against the champ.

Adams: I think Gabriel and Odette will be proud.

Kate tries to fight out of it, as she partially grabs Evie's hair, but instead Evie takes down Kate, but Kate has other ideas and kips up, but Evie grabs Kate's hair and slams her down to the mat.

Adams: Nice athleticism by Kate... but Evie puts a stop to it.

Evie raises her arms up and brags, before turning her focus back to Kate, where she bends over to grab Kate by the hair, but Kate kicks out at Evie as her legs connects to Evie's head. As Evie stumbles away, Kate gets back to her feet, where she approaches Evie and grabs her hand and goes to whip her into the ropes, but Evie counters and Kate hits the ropes and as she comes back Evie ducks, Kate then hits the ropes again and Evie lays herself flat on the mat, which Kate leaps over and before Evie can get back to her feet, Kate stops and hits an elbow drop.

Simone: The speed of the match is upping and this will suit Kate.

Adams: Although why slow it down with an elbow drop.

Kate climbs back to her feet, where she grabs Evie by the hair and pulls her to feet, where she goes for a Suplex, but Evie blocks it and begins to punch Kate's torso, which Kate releases the hold and Evie delivers a few more punches before pushing Kate away but then grabs her and hits an arm drag. Kate climbs back to her feet and she moves in and hit an arm drag to Evie and they both climb back to their feet, where Kate again hits two more arm drags.

Simone: I don't know who this supposed to disorientate... them or the crown.

Adams: Who cares... Looks like Evie isn't going to fight back.

Evie stays down on the mat but quickly get to her knees, as they share a couple of glares toward each other, as Evie climbs back to her feet and stretches out her elbow.

Kate and Evie circle the ring and once more and then they move in and lock up and grapple for position in the centre of the ring, as Kate goes to her knee a few times, however, is quickly pushed into the corner, where Evie and Kate tussle a little until Holly Wood begins to count them out before having to get in between them.

Adams: Oh do we have to slow the match down.

Evie backs off, as Kate steps out from the corner and adjusts herself, she and Evie eye each other up before circling the ring once more and then again locking up but Evie quickly counters and grabs Kate around the waist before lifting her up and planting her to the mat before attempting to put her into a headlock, but Kate quickly counters by grabbing Evie's arm before reversing it into a headlock.

Simone: Kate is just getting it to her pace.

Kate then slowly gets to her feet with Evie in the headlock, however, before Kate can completed her next move, Evie grabs Kate by the tights and hits quick snap Suplex before going for a pin...

Adams: Uh not really.

1...

2...

Kickout...

Simone: Kate isn't going to give up too easily.

Evie argues that it was three, but Holly shakes her head and says it's three... Evie climbs back to her feet, where she stomps on Kate a few times before sitting her up and dragging her to the corner and propping her up, where Evie backs away and then charges in and hits a cannonball senton, Evie rolls back to her feet, where she then charges in and hits the Svetlana (Drive by boot). Evie then grabs Kate by the foot and drags her to the centre of the ring.

Adams: What a vicious boot by Evie.

Simone: Evie really wants this.

1...

2...

2.5...

Kickout...

Simone: Kate barely kicks out from the pin.

Adams: It was a nice set up for moves from Evie.

Evie screams at Holly that it was three, but Holly says Kate kicked out. Evie slaps the mat in frustration, as she climbs to her feet and grabs Kate by the hair and pulls her to feet only to drop her down with a DDT. Evie climbs back to her feet and once more grabbing Kate and then hitting a fallaway slam. Kate keeps rolling and falls out of the ring, as Evie turns and goes for a pin but Kate isn't there.

Adams: Don't argue with the ref... especially with Holly.

Simone: Evie continues her beat down on Kate but Kate keeps rolling herself out of the ring and out of harm's way.

Evie looks around for Kate, as she spots her and Evie climbs out of the ring and approaches Kate and picks her up, where Kate surprises Evie with a forearm smash to the side of her head and as Evie stumbles back, Kate hits a Pele Kick, which Evie crumbles to the floor. Meanwhile back in the ring, Holly has begun counting.

Simone: Desperation moves from Kate.

Adams: I don't think so... more calculated and smart. But that Pele Kick has certainly done the job.

Simone: In doing what... counting themselves out.

1...

2...

3...

Kate pushes herself up off the floor, where she grabs hold of the ring apron and approaches Evie, where she grabs Evie by the hair and pulling her up, before hitting another couple of forearm smashes, which Evie stumbles back and leans against steps and ring post. Kate backs away and charges towards Evie and hits a corner yakuza kick.

Adams: What a forearm and what a kick.

Simone: I don't think Evie knows what has hit her.

4...

5...

6...

Simone: Holly is now at 6.

Evie flies backwards over the steps, while Kate rolls away and looks up at Holly who is up to the count of seven. Kate quickly climbs to her feet and rolls herself partly into the ring before rolling back out breaking the count.

Adams: Well done Kate... if she focused on Evie any more, they would have been counted out.

Kate walks around the steps to where Evie is, where she sees Evie on floor staring blankly at the ceiling but not caring how she is, Kate approaches and grabs Evie and pulls her up and throws her into the ring. Kate doesn't follow straight away, but instead she climbs the steps and onto the apron, where she grabs the ropes and leaps up and hits a springboard splash onto Evie.

Simone: I think Evie is out for the count.

Adams: I don't think so... she is blinking.

Simone: I think this is pretty much the end for Evie.

Adams: Nice springboard splash onto Evie.

Kate doesn't go for a pin, but instead slowly climbs back to her feet holding her torso and grabs Evie and picks her up and goes for the Punk Driver, which she hits and goes for a pin.

Adams: Go Home Drive... game over.

1...

2...

3...

Simone: And Kate retains.

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall and still your Bombshell Internet Champion... Kate Steele.

Kate music hits over the p.a, as she climbs to her feet as Holly hands her the internet championship, which Kate raises it high in celebration.

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The scene switches to backstage to see the gloomy sight of Evie Baang moments after her first loss in Sin City Wrestling. She has her large wolf like hoodie up over her head shading her eyes, hiding her disappointment. She notices the camera on her but she doesn't stir or say a single thing as she just continues on her path. Her fists are balled up to her side, white knuckled as she tries to pacify her anger but she can feel it desperately trying to brew over.

Adams: Where ever Evie is going, I hope no one is around.

Simone: She just suffered her first lost in SCW Jason; it can't be easy... especially when she made a big deal about disconnecting the KateWeb.

Adams: Silly girl, does she not know who Kate is? The longest reigning Roulette Champion in history, why did she think taking the Internet Championship was going to be any different?

Evie can't hear them but on cue the left hand side of her lip curls up like a snarl as she rounds a corner, focused in her own little world before a small female stage hand quickly approaches her. The stage hand is trying to wave her down trying to gain her attention.

Stage Hand: Evie... Evie... Evie.... Eves.

As soon as the name "Eves" falls out of her mouth Evie picks her head up and stiffens up before she turns around in a sweeping motion, almost ghost like. She looks at the stage hand and without any words she goes to turn around and walk off again but she has already made her way up towards her bubble.

Stage Hand: Evie, I've been looking for you everywhere... you had a package delivered... I've been trying to get it to you all night... they said you have to receive this before you leave tonight so like here it is.

The girl hands over a small wooden box that Evie just stares at for a few moments before she reaches out to take it. Her knuckles cracking as she un-balls the fists of her hands. Evie looks at the wooden box and just takes a step up towards the girl, not thanking her not saying a word. The stage hand takes the hint that she isn't going to be met with any sort of thanks so she makes her exit.

Stage Hand: I hope you don't mind, I took a sneak peek... it's amazing you're going to love it. You're very lucky Ms Baang... someone loves you very much.

The stage hand quickly bounces off in a happy state as Evie just glares down at the box before she pops the lid open. As she opens the lid the cameras pan around to see inside the box is a Rose and White gold watch sitting in the middle of a watch box that reads Cartier along the side. The face of the watch is covered in diamonds, while the band of the watch glistens from the bright lights above her head.

Adams: Whoa, even when Evie loses she wins.

Simone: That's like a one hundred thousand dollar watch... what the heck, imagine what she would have got if she won?

Adams: If I was that stage hand, I would have maybe forgotten to deliver it.

Simone: Jason!!

Adams: What? Christmas is coming and well I'm out of gift ideas for my wife.

Evie lifts the watch out of the box and looks at it looking at the time that it's frozen on 12:03 before her eyes skim over to the dial that reads the day 15th then to the dial that reads the month, which reads June before finally her eyes fall on the year that reads 2002. She runs her right thumb over the face of the watch for a moment, her whole body drooping before out of nowhere in a fit of rage she lobs the watch towards the closest wall in front of her. The face on the watch shatters into pieces and small diamonds are sent flying down the hallway, before she sends the wooden box flying in the same direction.

Adams: What the f....udge?

Her white teeth can be seen as she has them gritted it's the only part of her face that can been seen underneath her hoodie. As she looks down at the watch that's when something clicks inside her and Evie turns swiftly on her heels before reaching out and grabbing anything and everything that is close to her, before she starts sending the objects flying. Smashing things against the wall before she can inflict too much damage a number of backstage staff rushes towards her, grabbing on to her, hugging her stopping Evie from causing anymore destruction. Evie fights off the three female stage hands driving them into the walls before she goes to walk off, leaving them in a pile behind her. The scene fades to ringside to see Jason and Belinda.

Simone: Hot Stuff is NOT going to be happy.

Adams: Nor will Ben Jordan, he will have to pay for all of that...

Jason is seen getting up from his chair.

Simone: Where are you going?

Adams: I'm going to get that watch and see if I can save it.

Belinda pulls on Jason's arm forcing him to sit back down.

Simone: We have a show to run, sit your ass down.

Adams: Ohhh...

As Jason sulks the scene changes to the next addition on High Stakes.

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TAG TEAM OF THE YEAR

During 2016, there was a fresh wave of interest and enthusiasm in the tag team divisions of SCW, both Superstar and Bombshell alike! But one team stood out above the rest in a show of dominance; Team Hero aka Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher-Johnson! They defeated the legendary Fallen tandem and held the titles for an astounding seven months before finally being upended for the gold. Their teamwork and commitment toward one another make them the team others strive to live up to.

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Mikah was walking in the hallway after the weird incident with Chris Shipman after her small conversation with Despy. She yelps as she runs into somebody's chest and looks up to see Brody standing there, his arms crossed over his chest and a frown on his face.

Brody: Where were you?

Mikah: You're not my husband or father, I don't have to answer that.

Brody stood there, not exactly giving her a pass or a way around him.

Brody: You do realize that my job is to ensure your safety, right? I was by a TV monitor when I saw the little incident with Chris Shipman. I could have prevented that.

Mikah laughs before giving Brody a look,crossing her own arms over her chest.

Mikah: You're worried about Chris Shipman? Please, he's harmless.

She made a waving motion with her hand as if to dismiss his worry.

Brody: Really? He didn't look harmless when he was beating up Despayre's father.

Mikah looked at him with a surprised look on her face. She looks at him before raising an eyebrow.

Brody: I take my job very seriously, Mikah. I've done my research on the people you work with and he's one that's been flagged to keep an eye on.

Mikah: Please, like he's going to do anything to me.

Mikah rolls her eyes at him before sighing.

Brody: You're close friends with Despayre and with all the turmoil that's going on in that group, I wouldn't be surprised if something did happen. Just don't disappear like that again, Mikah. I can't keep you safe from the other side of the building.

Mikah: Fine, whatever.

Mikah pushes past him to go back to the locker room, with him following her.

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Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Internet championship, introducing first, the challenger...

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 "Smooth" blares through the sound system. Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the golden smoke with Ruby Rose walking by his while he is wearing his trademark golden colored 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. As Travis as his arms raised high in the air, Ruby places a hand on his chiseled physique as she narrows her eyes toward the audience. 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, being accompanied by Ruby Rose, 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. Ruby Rose breaks off as they reach the bottom of the ramp. She moves toward the steel ring steps as Travis is standing in front of a few fans in the front row. He is openly mocking them before hopping up onto the ring apron. He holds the ropes open for his girl before entering the ring himself. He continues to bask in the negative response from the crowd as he walks over toward the far corner. He steps up onto the second turnbuckle and throws both arms out into the air. He curls both index fingers while mouthing "You're Welcome." He hops back down as Ruby Rose greets him with a kiss before taking his trench coat into her hands. Travis smirks and lays across the top rope while keeping his sunglasses on his eyes.

Justin: And his opponent...

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 as the reigning Internet Champion Despayre steps out onto the stage with Angel in his arms...

Adams: It's Despayre!

Simone: And look who is with him!

...And Mikah at his side with her usual look of beauty and confidence!

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Angel and Mikah! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds, he is the reigning and defending Internet Champion -- 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.

Despayre reaches the ring first and he hops up onto ringside, then he and Angel sit on the ropes, holding them so that Mikah can enter the ring first. Despayre then follows her in through the ropes where he hops around in his usual perpetual state of excitement. Mikah then places a hand on his shoulder to settle him down and ease him back to his corner where he passes Angel to her capable arms.

DING DING DING!

Despayre moves towards Travis but Travis lifts his foot and plants it aggressively in to Despayre's knee brace

Simone: Oh come on, that's not fair.

Adams: Despayre shouldn't be wrestling with a bad knee but he wanted to be out here.

Travis stomps on the knee repeatedly, lifting Despayre's leg and planting his boot behind it, causing Despayre to roll out of the way. Despayre tries to pull himself up via the ropes but Travis charges and kicks him behind the knee, sending Despayre backwards to the canvas. Travis pulls Despayre in to the middle of the ring and lifts his leg, spinning it in to a standing toehold, twisting Despayre's knee around and causing the young man to wail out in pain. Despayre pulls himself to the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope, causing Travis to break the hold. Despayre pulls himself to his feet but Travis moves in, lifting Despayre up with a knee breaker, crashing his leg against his own and tossing Despayre to the side.

Adams: Travis is really targetting that one spot.

Simone: He is showing a newer aggressive side tonight.

Travis picks Despayre up and lifts him over with a snap suplex before rolling him on to his back and going for the cover. Jacob drops down to make the count.

1...
2

Despayre throws a shoulder up

Adams: The champion is still in it.

Travis returns to his feet and quickly stomps on him and lifts him to his feet and catches Despayre with a hard shot to the jaw, knocking him quickly to the canvas once more. Travis reaches down, pulling Despayre back to his feet and pokes his thumb in to Despayre's eye, drawing a warning from Jacob. Travis ignores him as Mikah shouts towards the ref and Despayre turns his back on Travis, who quickly runs his finger tips down his back, scratching in to Despayre's back. Travis stays on the attack, pulling Despayre's arm through his own leg and lifting him up with a pumphandle, before dropping him in to a shoulder breaker.

Simone: Travis is trying to dismantle Despayre.

Travis rips Despayre to his feet and whips him to the ropes, Despayre limping back towards him and jumps in the air, catching Travis with his good leg, with a one legged dropkick, sending SCW's must see superstar flying backwards with shock. Mikah cheers Despayre on, drawing a look from Ruby, but Mikah stares right back.

Adams: This is like a boiling pot out here.

Despayre gets to his feet, shaking off his bad knee, but Travis gets to his feet and charges towards him but Despayre ducks underneath his clothesline and Travis stops, spinning around and facing Despayre but Despayre pokes Travis in the eye!

Simone: There's revenge from earlier.

Like Travis, Despayre gets a warning. Despayre quickly jumps on Travis' shoulders from behind and drops back with a poisoned frankenstiener, driving Travis' head in to the canvas. Despayre gets to his feet, limping around the ring on his bad knee and waits for Travis to get to his feet. Despayre quickly jumps around Travis's back and taking him down with a cruifix, Travis rolls through before Despayre can keep his shoulders to the canvas and Despayre breaks the hold. Both men scramble to their feet but Despayre strikes first, kicking Travis in the midsection and doubling him over. Despayre grabs his head and drops him down in a facebuster! The crowd cheer as Mikah claps on Despayre, raising her hands to get people to make noise.

Simone: Mikah playing cheerleader now.

Adams: She's probably played that in a lot of people's fantasies in the past.

Simone: I don't wanna know Jason.

Despayre gets to his feet and waits for Travis to returns to his. As Travis does, Despayre charges at him and grabs his arm, floating around him and taking him over with a float around arm drag. Both men get to their feet but Despayre jumps and nails Travis with a dropkick to the jaw, sending travis to the canvas. Travis pulls himself to the corner and Despayre charges at him, jumping in the air and crashing in to him with a double knee avalanche! Instantly Despayre screams out in pain.

Adams: That's done more bad then good.

Despayre limps away and Travis moves back to his feet. As Travis comes out of the corner, Despayre quickly rolls him down in a small package pin. Jacob drops down to make the count.

1...
2

Travis kicks out!

Simone: Despayre needed to end this one, because I don't know how long his knee will hold up.

Despayre gets to his feet, as does Travis, but Travis is the first to strike, planting his boot in Despayre's knee, causing the young man to wince in pain.

Adams: Travis back to working on Desapyre's injured knee.

Simone: I hate to say it because when Travis watches this back, it will only make his ego inflate, but this is smart from him.... Ugh, I feel dirty now.

Travis pulls Despayre in close, locking him in a front face lock and lifts him over with a half belly to belly suplex!

Adams: Money Laundering!

Despayre rolls away and Travis moves back towards him, lifting Despayre up to his feet and open hand slaps Despayre across the face.

Simone: That's just disrespectful!

Adams: I don't think Travis really cares.

Travis grabs Despayre by the throat and charges him in to the corner, smashing his free hand in to the side of Despayre's head, drawing yells from Mikah as Ruby looks on at her man with pride. Travis reaches back and nails Despayre with a sharp shot to the side of the head before lifting him on to the ropes. Travis lifts his hand up and punches Despayre on the jaw before standing up on the second rope. Despayre climbs to the top, standing on his feet and Travis lifts Despayre off with a superplex!

Simone: Ace in the hole!

Adams: Travis could be looking to end this!

Despayre lands hard and Travis quickly moves to his legs, he lifts them up and spins around, looking for the figure four leg lock, or as Travis calls it, Casino Robber! As Travis spins around, Despayre puts his boot on Travis' rear and kicks him off, sending Travis flying in to the turnbuckle shoulder first. Travis spins around and leans in the corner and Despayre gets to his feet. He limps towards Travis as fast as he can and jumps in the air, wrapping his legs around Travis' head and starts to strange Travis!

Simone: Buckingham Bounce!

Travis steps out of the corner and drops Despayre with a sitout powerbomb!

Adams: Wow! We could have a new champion here!

Travis keeps Despayre's shoulders down and Jacob drops down to make the count.

1...
2

Despayre barely get a shoulder up

Simone: I can't believe it, we was that close to having a brand new champion.

Adams: Neither can Travis!

Travis roughly pulls Despayre to his feet and pushes him against the ropes, frustration in his eyes as he wraps his hands around Despayre's throat, getting in his face and yelling at him.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You will never be as good as me! Never! Do you hear me?

Despayre moves his head closer and bites Travis on the nose!

Simone: I think he heard you.

Seeing this, Ruby jumps up on the ring apron, yelling at Jacob to do something as Despayre releases the bite and Travis releases Despayre! Mikah quickly starts to move around the ring, moving towards Ruby.

Adams: This is not gonna be good for Ruby!

Ruby spots Mikah moving around the outside of the ring and quickly jumps down, high tailing it around the ring but Mikah keeps moving towards her! Ruby looks back behind her as she runs around the ring, trying to avoid the former bombshell champion. Travis and Despayre look outside the ring, Despayre cheering Mikah on as she gets closer to Ruby, but Ruby starts to move up the ramp at a faster speed.

Simone: There's still a match going on people!

Despayre and Travis move to face each other, Travis throwing a shot at Despayre, but Despayre moves under the shot. He grabs Travis' arm and hooks him up. Despayre lifts him over and drops him with...

Adams: Beware The Stare! Despayre stays on top and Jacob drops down to make the count.

1...
2
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... and STILL SCW Internet champion.... Despayre!

Simone: Despayre has done it! He's retained the championship with only one good knee.

Adams: The heart of Despayre overcame the sheer brute force of Travis tonight.

Despayre is helped to his feet by Mikah as Jacob hands him the title.

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MAN OF THE YEAR

When you've been as dominant as the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, you can't help but be the Man of the Year! J2H's record has been virtually unblemished since his title win back in February, and having defeated all logical challengers to date, there seems to be no end to his dynasty.

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The camera moves in to the dressing room of J2H. The champion himself sits in his wrestling gear, on a L shaped sofa. J2H sits in the corner, with a victorious Melody Grace laying on his shoulder. Next to her sits Simpson, and on the other side of J2H sits Rage and Austin Parker. On the table in front of them sits J2H's World championship, as well as his newly won awards, Wrestler of the Year, Man of the Year, Most Hated of the Year and Match of the Year awards. Ms. Rocky Mountains walks in to the room, looking at Rage and then J2H.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I will never get used to that.

J2H looks at her with narrowed eyes.

J2H: What do you want?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: First off, congratulations on your awards.

J2H: Was there any doubt?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Probably not. I just wanna ask for your thoughts on tonights match.

J2H: Thoughts on it? Come on, I've been talking about it for two weeks and you don't win all this shit just for being a face in the crowd. Here's how things are gonna go down tonight. I will walk down to that ring and I will end his hopes of becoming World champion again. I'm gonna beat him so bad that he will be begging me to stop. Tonight, I'm in the mood to make a statement and I will not have any limits on what I will do. I will go further than any man has gone before. Tonight, Dmitri will not stand a chance, not even a small chance. I will do exactly what I've been saying for weeks. I will destroy that little freak and there's not a damn thing he can do to stop me. Now fuck off.

Ms. Rocky Mountains turns to walk away as the camera fades out.

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The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.

Justin: Introducing, from Miami Florida and representing The Angel Clan "The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!

Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turnbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her opponent.

Simone: Well, this is the night that Jessie Salco has definitely been waiting for, her opportunity at the World Bombshell Championship. Many seem to agree that she doesn't belong here.

Adams: We're about to find out if that's true or not. Let's see if she can hang with and ultimately defeat Crystal.

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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

"I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Crystal Millar emerging through the backstage curtain. The hometown Los Angeles crowd roars with full out cheers, fully backing their hometown leading lady. She isn't alone however as her husband Jonathan comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of papara

i gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after photo of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she waves to her hometown crowd. The crowd cheers even louder than they have been in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Jonathan stays attached to his wife.

Her following of papara

i meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd continues to go nuts as Crystal stands up, unhooks the SCW World Bombshell Championship from her waist, and holds it up for everyone to see while she at the same time patiently waits for the referee to call the two of them to the center of the ring for the beginning of the match.

Simone: Crystal, despite being home, looks ready to defend.

Adams: And prove that Jessie indeed does NOT deserve this chance.

Referee Jasmine St. John checks both Jessie and Crystal for items that they shouldn't have, takes the World Bombshell Championship from Crystal and holds it up to show the crowd what it's all about, passes it out to the timekeeper, and she then calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Immediately both combatants come together in a tie-up. Jessie wins it as she shoves Crystal back. Crystal doesn't take that lying down however as she runs right at Jessie and clotheslines an unsuspecting Jessie down. Seeing that her challenger is down, Crystal immediately hops up onto the nearest middle rope and comes off with a moonsault, landing right on top of Jessie. Crystal uses a hand to hook a leg and goes for the quick pinfall.

Adams: This one might be over. It would be embarrassing if that's it!

1...

2...

Jessie kicks out. Crystal doesn't seem to mind though as she stands right back up. Jessie begins to get to her feet, but Crystal grabs her and hits a snap mare takeover, putting Jessie back down on the canvas. The Los Angeles crowd cheers for Crystal, seeing that she is in full control. Crystal moves to a side of the ring and now just actually waits for Jessie to rise fully up. Crystal then bounces herself off this set of ropes and runs right into Jessie, flap jacking her right back down. She then springboards up into the air and goes to drop right down on Jessie's chest, but Jessie is able to get her knees up. That deflates the excitement out of the crowd.

Simone: Ooh, and the crowd goes silent as Jessie's able to defend with her knees there.

Adams: Enough awareness or instinct from Jessie to see that coming, probably most likely instinct.

Crystal's face bounces off of Jessie's knees and this puts the champion down on her back. Jessie takes a little bit of time, but she works her way up to her own two feet and spots where Crystal is down. She grabs for Crystal and hooks her up for a German Suplex. She finishes off the maneuver and then delivers a leg drop, crushing her leg right on Crystal's abdomen. Crystal can be heard as this happens. Jessie gets back up and heads right to the nearest corner.

Simone: And now Jessie's going to fly. Perhaps she does belong here tonight.

Adams: Perhaps she does. This could end it if she hits whatever she's going for.

Jessie goes for a Swanton Bomb, but as she's on her way down, Crystal is able to on instinct roll just enough out of the way to avoid the contact. Crystal begins to come to and sees Jessie is beside her down on the mat. Crystal rolls her up into a small package as the crowd realizes it and cheers.

1...

2...

Jasmine's hand almost hits a third time, but Jessie suddenly turns it over, packaging up Crystal.

1...

2...

Crystal fights her way out of it, pushing off Jessie. Crystal just sits there shocked that Jessie was able to turn that over on her. Jessie begins to stagger her way to her feet. Crystal stands back up and grabs Jessie's right arm. She successfully does a tilt-a-whirl arm drag and whips Jessie to the nearest set of ropes. Jessie bounces off of them, but runs right into a leg sweep from Crystal. The fans erupt in cheers as she then executes a really good launch right into a beautiful handspring standing moonsault which finds its mark.

Simone: Ooh, Smell The Roses!

Adams: They smell nice, extremely nice.

Simone: Oh stop.

Crystal doesn't go to hook a leg though as she's a bit out of breath herself. She slowly rises, holding on to her rib area and heads to the closest corner. Jessie begins to collect herself on the mat.

Adams: Geez, I hope Crystal didn't hurt herself there. Hopefully she just got some wind knocked out of her.

Simone: She's not telling Jasmine to stop the match, so that's probably the case. Listen to these fans though, they're definitely on Crystal's side and want her to successfully defend the championship here in her own hometown.

Both women come up to their feet now and Jessie runs at Crystal, who is still in the corner that she selected just a few moments earlier. Jessie flattens Crystal against the turnbuckle but then pulls her out and whips her to the opposite side of the ring. Crystal is able to stop her momentum though, but turns right into a dropkick from Jessie. The crowd ohs and boos. Jessie pays them no attention, but instead takes the opportunity to climb up to the top turnbuckle. She stands there for a few seconds before leaping off with the Wall of Death. She lands right on top of Crystal and goes for the pin.

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2...

Adams: We might have a new champion right here!

Thr-

Crystal gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time and as the crowd realizes it they go bonkers, knowing that it's not over yet!

Simone: Oh my, not quite! Jessie almost took this one, but the champ gets a shoulder up at two and three quarters! WOW!

Adams: Phew!

Jessie turns to the referee and holds up three fingers, but Jasmine St. John holds up only two. Jessie sinks her head down, which leads her open to Crystal regaining enough strength to roll Crystal into a really tight small package. Jessie tries to ferociously kick her legs inside the small package as Jasmine goes back down to count.

1...

2...

Thr-

Jessie with all her might pushes back and over into a small package of her own.

1...

2...

Crystal turns it back over.

1...

2...

Jessie gets it back in her favor again.

1...

2...

This time Crystal emphatically kicks out of it, which takes Jessie aback. Crystal angrily begins to get back to her feet. Jessie scrambles to get back to hers as well, but it's not fast enough as Crystal leans back and just goes for it, connecting with the Flashing Lights right to Jessie's jaw. Jessie falls backwards and hits the canvas like a sack of potatoes.

Adams: It's bedlam in here now! These fans haven't been this loud ALL NIGHT!!!

Crystal is focused now as she stands up and primes herself in a perfect position. She then goes for it, connecting both portions of That's A Wrap. The crowd ohs and cheers itself hoarse as Jessie lays limp on the canvas. Crystal flocks in and covers Jessie, hooking a leg, looking really tired herself. Jasmine St. John drops to count.

1...

2...

3!!!

Simone: And Crystal Millar wins this one! But what a fight from Jessie Salco. She belongs.

Adams: I guess she does.

Justin: "Here is your winner and STILL the SCW World Bombshell Champiooon, Crystal Millar!!!"

"I'm Coming Out" by Diana Ross begins to play as she SCW World Bombshell Championship belt is passed back into the ring. Jasmine hands it to Crystal who is just standing up, who hugs it tightly before raising it above her head and beginning to celebrate with her hometown crowd. The scene inside the arena begins to fade out on a jubilant champion as she continues to hold her championship up as high as she possibly can.

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WOMAN OF THE YEAR

The only time Crystal Millar has suffered a loss during the year was when she literally had nothing to lose in non-title encounters. Yet when her cherished championship gold was at stake, there was not a woman in SCW who has been able to tear that belt from around her waist! As World Champion and one-half of the 2016 Blast From the Past victors, Crystal is on a pedestal made for herself, by herself, and it is well deserved.

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We can see Dmitri stand in the bowels of the arena as he is confronted by his maker, she is standing in front of him as she holds his head in her hand and is talking to him.

Maker: Dmitri..., for the first time you have an opportunity to step away from my torture or choose to stay when you have beaten J2H. what do you choose my pet??

Dmitri's eyes are burning a hole through to his maker as he shows no sign of emotions.

Dmitri: I choose to stay Ekaterina...

There is a dark laughter coming from her mouth as the master's name is being revealed to the crowd to be heard. She scratches her nails into his flesh tenderly

Ekaterina: Good my pet, good that you have chosen so wisely. Good for the world to understand that if I can make you suffer, that they must understand what you are willing to do to them.... Starting off with this human J2H, starting off with the brass notions of a fool that think he can escape your clutches.

Dmitri: Yes, you are right my dear Ekaterina....

She kisses him on the mouth before she turns around and stares into the camera for the very first time.

Ekaterina: Then lets go

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WRESTLER OF THE YEAR

With so many champions and valiant competitors in SCW during the year, this award was hotly contested amongst those who cast their ballots. But one name rose above all others and it is deservingly so: J2H. A young man who was once thought of as a joke to professional wrestling has risen to the point where NOBODY is laughing any longer! There is not a single man who has targeted him that has not fallen to the wayside, and his successful winning ways just continue on and on! J2H has had the most successful year of anyone, man or woman, in 2016 and he is truly the Wrestler of the Year!

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The camera returns to the ring where it has been completely transformed...

Adams: God does that look ominous!

Simone: It should! The Thunderdome! The first ever in SCW history! Weapons are left to chance. Two men enter, one man leaves.

Adams: Where is Tina Turner and Mel Gibson when you need them?

The bell rings.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of High Stakes VI! It is a Thunderdome match, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd cheers!

The lights go out and we can hear acoustic guitars start to play Devil???s Work through the arena and later followed by the double singing of Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats when Dmitri walks out to the arena, all dressed in black or brown leather pants, a white blouse with his top buttons opened up with a female figure at his side, clad in a Victorian style gown.

Justin: Introducing the challenger! Accompanied by Ekaterina! From Moscow, weighing two hundred and seventy five pounds -- Dmitri!

We see a candle burn on the titan tron as his name emerges. His eyes is piercing through the entire arena, as if he is searching for someone to drain his blood from. Lights emerge throughout the crowd as he starts to walk towards the ring, everywhere he walks the spotlight follows him. Allowing him to be the only one that is in the light while the rest of the arena is in complete darkness (except for the lights from the crowd). He finally gets on the ring and steps through the Thunderdome door as he once again looks through the entire crowd. While his 'maker' remains on the outside, he enters the ring and stand in the middle of the ring awaiting his opponent as his music dies out.

Simone: This is completely new territory for both of these men, but Dmitri doesn't seem to be concerned.

Adams: So long as there's blood, he'll be happy. Even if it's his own!

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage with Austin Parker.

Justin: Being Accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker. From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, he is J2H!

Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "J2H" written on the back of the shorts. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a confident look on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping through the cage door and into the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fan, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to his opponent, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Adams: J2H looks as confident as ever.

Simone: And why shouldn't he? These two have met several times before, and each time it was J2H who walked away with his arm held high. He figures why should tonight be any different.

Adams: Why? Because the outcome is completely out of the hands of either of these men!

Simone: Indeed! In order to win, either Austin Parker or Ekaterina has to throw in the towel for their charge.

Adams: Until then, all they can do is beat the hell out of each other!

Inside the Thunderdome, Drew Patton holds the World Championship up high for all to see! he then passes the belt out to Justin and the door closes, and the bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And at the sound of the opening bell, both champion and challenger charge one another and a wild melee erupts from the very start!

Adams: DAMN! These two aren't waiting!

J2H and Dmitri exchange lefts and rights into one another's heads and bodies and despite his fierce determination, J2H comes out on the wrong side of this exchange as Dmitri hammers away at him! Dmitri backs him up against the ropes and the side of the cage and just buries fist after fist into the champion's skull, driving him down to his knees! Dmitri grabs two handfuls of the champion's hair and throws him up off of his feet and back against the cage with a loud crash!

Simone: Good god! Dmitri is wasting no time at all! He's leaving nothing to chance!

Adams: He wants to not beat J2H down, but BEAT him!

Not releasing his grip on the champion, Dmitri pivots around on his feet and sends J2H flying into a tailspin across the ring where he crashes hard on the canvas! Dmitri looks out to Austin Parker and sneers at the champion's manager, then he turns and watches as J2H struggles to his feet, caught off guard by this onslaught and once he does, Dmitri drives a running high knee into his back! The impact and force of the blow throws J2H forward and over the ropes where he crashes head and face first into the Thunderdome!

Adams: That'll ring the champ's bell!

Simone: That will send a message home to J2H, that's what that blow will do!

J2H stumbles back, and Dmitri sinks his fingers into the muscles on J2H's shoulders, digging in for a painful nerve hold! J2H's face turns to one of agony as he is forced to his knee and Dmitri screams out toward Austin as he tortures his young charge!

Adams: What do you think!? Will Austin throw in the towel!?

Simone: Not on your life! He knows how hard J2H worked to get to this point in his career!

Dmitri then lets go of the nerve hold and wraps both hands around J2H's throat from behind, choking him! Drew yells at the challenger but is powerless to intervene! Anything goes! Dmitri then wraps his strong forearm around J2H's throat from behind and drags him to his feet! Dmitri then begins turning around on his feet, faster and faster, taking J2H up off of his own feet and he lets go, throwing J2H harshly to the canvas!

Simone: J2H needs to do something and fast! The championship is already slipping from his grasp!

Adams: What do you expect!? This match is all to Dmitri's advantage!

Dmitri walks over to the side of the cage where many, many weapons are strung about and removes a leather strap!

Adams: Oh no...

Dmitri stomps over to J2H and brings the strap down hard across the champion's bare back!

Simone: Oh god! That is horrible!

Time after time, Dmitri lays the strap hard across J2H's back and the champion struggles to get away, howling in pain as the crowd gasps!

Adams: And so long as Austin doesn't throw in the towel, this just continues!

Dmitri then throws the strap down and drags j2H to his feet! He throws J2H over his shoulder and gets a running start, preparing to throw him like a javelin into the Thunderdome cage -- when at the last moment J2H slides down his back and lands on his feet, just before impact! J2H then dropkicks Dmitri in the back, sending his face crashing into the cage!

Simone: And the tide has turned!

Dmitri sinks to one knee, the impact of the blow catching him by surprise, and J2H looks down at the fallen strap and picks it up.

Adams: And how!

J2H then walks up from behind Dmitri and he whips the strap across Dmitri's back! And again! AND AGAIN!

Adams: You know what they say about payback!

Dmitri rolls across the mat, attempting to get some distance between himself and the champion, but J2H is right after him, unrelenting! Dmitri rolls to his hands and knees to stand but before he can do so, J2H wraps the strap around his throat from behind and pulls, choking the life out of his challenger!

Simone: Apparently payback with interest! J2H isn't just fighting to retain his title, but in this environment he is fighting for survival!

Dmitri gasps and chokes, gagging and trying to dig his fingers between the strap and his throat to relieve the pressure but is unable! And once again, Drew is unable to do anything to intervene! J2H then lets go, throwing Dmitri down and delivering a sharp soccer kick to the ribs, knocking him over onto his back! The champion pounces on his challenger and his 'Maker' can only watch as J2H rolls Dmitri over and hits him with punches and UFC style elbows to the face! Dmitri throws him off and rolls towards the ropes, only J2H follows him, grabbing Dmitri up by the head and throwing him face first in to the cage! J2H grabs Dmitri's head and starts to grate it along the wire mesh and then grabs him by the head from behind and brings him crashing down with a Hangman's Neck breaker!

Adams: Oh that's sick! Will you look at that!?

Simone: I see it! Dmitri has been busted open!

Indeed a trail of crimson has shown itself emerging from Dmitri's hairline as J2H grabs a steel chair hanging from a thin chain and pulls it free from the cage! Dmitri rolls over ands tries to sit up, not seeing the danger and his maker, Ekaterina simply watches on silently without a trace of emotion on her face! J2H swings the chair from behind, cracking Dmitri in the back with it! J2H then throws it onto his lap and chest and dropkicks the seat of the chair, driving it full impact against the challenger! J2H looks out to Ekaterina and shouts at her to toss in the towel but she all but ignores him, her eyes only on Dmitri!

Adams: Dude, that chick is cold!

Simone: One has to wonder if she's concerned at all for Dmitri's welfare in this hell!

With one hand keeping hold of the chair, J2H uses the other to pull the hurt challenger to his feet and throw him into the ropes! Dmitri comes off and J2H swings the chair but Dmitri ducks and rebounds! Dmitri comes off the far side and brings a big boot up, delivering a kick right into the chair and sending it straight back into the face of the champion! J2H goes DOWN!

Simone: Well that's one way to turn the situation to your own advantage!

Dmitri looks down at the champion, attempting to recuperate from the onslaught the smaller man has given him, and a sinister smile creeps up on his face.

Simone: I don't like the look on his face.

Adams: Neither do I and good reason! Look at J2H!

The camera picks it up and yes, J2H has now been busted open thanks to that steel chair in the kisser! A heavy flow of crimson streaks down his face and Ekaterina all but moans in pleasure at the sight! Dmitri drops down to his hands and knees at his head and he sinks his fingernails into the wound, tearing away at it! J2H starts kicking and flaying as the blood flows more freely thanks to Dmitri's sadism! Dmitri then grabs the bloody champion by the sides of his head and lunges his head forward...!

Simone: He's BITING him! Dmitri is actually biting J2H's bloodied head!

Adams: Oh now I KNOW I'm going to be sick!

J2H goes wild, kicking and throwing punches, yelling out in pain as he tries to tear Dmitri off of him but the vampire wrestler is relentless and hangs on like a pitbull! Finally despite the rules, Drew can take no more and he grabs Dmitri and pulls him off by force, and J2H shrieks in agony! The champion grabs his bloody face and rolls around on the mat!

Simone: Drew has no business getting involved, given the rules! I think he did more damage to J2H than helped him!

Dmitri stares at the referee, his fangs bared! He starts stalking the official and Drew backs away but he can't get away in the closed environment! Dmitri grabs him and throws him hard into the mat!

Adams: I'd ordinarily say that's a fine right there but not in a Thunderdome match!

Dmitri then goes back to the champion, grabbing him from behind on the mat and jerking his neck back in a painful arch!

Simone: For god's sake Parker! Throw in the towel! The championship isn't worth this!

But Dmitri drags him up to his feet and buries a fist into his stomach! Dmitri then sets him up into position for a powerbomb and drops J2H in a sit-down powerbomb -- RIGHT ONTO THE CHAIR!!!

Adams: Oh NO!

Dmitri smiles and slowly stands up, his face a mask of blood as well, but his own. He smiles and stares out at Austin and points down at the champion and Parker looks ready to throw in the towel! He readies but brings himself to a stop, unable to do so!

Simone: Come ON! Think of J2H's health, not the championship!

Dmitri sneers and shakes his head at Austin's sentimentality. He reaches down, his eyes remaining on Parker, forcing the manager to watch as he drags the champion's limp body back up to a vertical base. Dmitri smiles and points down to the chair.

Adams: Not again!

Dmitri sets him up for a second powerbomb and tosses him into the air -- but at the last moment J2H counters and turns it into a high impact DDT right into the very same chair!

Simone: That was an act of pure desperation on the part of J2H!

Now both men are laying on the mat, seemingly out like a light! Drew stands over them, checking on both and looking out to their seconds!

Adams: What happens now? Can he count them out?

Simone: No! One man HAS to win!

The crowd starts clapping and stomping, rallying behind not one but BOTH competitors! His back hurt, J2H S-L-O-W-L-Y rolls over and grabs hold of Dmitri's head and slams it down into the now dented chair! J2H then slams it again, and again!

Adams: And if Dmitri wasn't bleeding before, he sure as hell is now!

Indeed as a fresh puddle of crimson is on the dented steel folding chair! J2H forces his way back to his feet and staggers over to the cage and grabs hold of a Singapore cane!

Adams: Boy these weapons are like Evie Baang's Christmas Wish List to Father Christmas!

J2H walks slowly over to Dmitri where the challenger is slowly sitting up, and J2H swings the Singapore cane around into his face, knocking him back, flat on his back! J2H then walks around to his feet and kicks his legs further apart...

Simone: He wouldn't dare!

And J2H brings the Singapore cane crashing down right into Dmitri's groin!

Adams: Right to the bojangles!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: And men the world over just crossed their legs and winced!

Dmitri grabs himself and flays wildly like an animal, and J2H pounces on him, pressing the Singapore cane against his throat, choking him!

Simone: Oh this has gone way beyond just a championship match!

Despite the agony from the groin shot, Dmitri has the sense to reach up and dig his nails into J2H's eyes, gouging him and finally throwing him off! J2H struggles, rolling on the mat and holding his face and eyes, temporarily blinded! While Dmitri remain still, trying to fight off the pain of the cane attack to his nether regions!

Simone: I just can not believe what these two men have put themselves through in this fresh hell!

Adams: It just goes to show how much the World Championship means to them! Dmitri wants to win it, and J2H wants to keep it!

Slowly but surely, both champion and challenger force their way to their feet! They turn around, battered and extremely bloody, and go right after one another! J2H lands a right hand into Dmitri's jaw but Dmitri sends J2H spinning and falling against the Thunderdome cage with an open handed chop to the throat! Dmitri grabs a barbed wire baseball bat...!

Adams: What the hell!? Has someone writing this thing been watching the Walking Dead!?

Dmitri shoves J2H halfway through the ropes and then wraps the barbed wire bat around his forehead from behind and uses it to bend him back in half! The blood flows heavy as J2H screams out in pain!

Simone: Stop this! Austin for god's sake! STOP THIS!

Dmitri throws the bat down and grabs J2H's gory face and slams him face-first into the cage bars! Dmitri then throws him back down to the mat and points at Austin first, then at J2H!

Adams: Come on Parker! He can always come back and try to regain it!

Austin grips the towel tightly, almost ready ....!

Dmitri then walks over to where J2H is laying on the mat, as the champion rolls over and reaches forward...! Dmitri walks around to J2H's front and reaches down for him -- and J2H suddenly has the same barbed wire bat and he brings it up between Dmitri's legs!!!

Adams: Oh HELL NO!!!

Dmitri's eyes go wide, pure white in a sea of crimson red! He bends over, mouth open and he slowly sinks to his knees! With a Herculean effort, J2H forces his way to his feet, and grabs Dmitri by the arm and drags him closer toward the ropes! The champion grabs something from the side of the cage...

Simone: Handcuffs!? You were right, Jason! This is like Evie's Christmas list!

Adams: Really? She's into that?

Dmitri weakly starts to struggle but J2H secures his wrist into the open end of the cuffs and the other attached to the cage bars!

Simone: He's trapped! Whatever the hell J2H wants to do, he can and there's not a damn thing Dmitri can do about it!

J2H then looks around for another weapon and something catches his fancy and a sick smile spreads on his young face, his teeth stained red! J2H stumbles over and grabs...

Simone: A wooden stake! Who the hell put that in there!?

Adams: I dunno! Buffy!?

Dmitri sees what is in J2H's hand and he tries kicking out towards him! J2H avoids the blows and grabs Dmitri by the blood soaked hair and readies the stake, drawing it back....!

Adams: He wouldn't!

And a towel suddenly flies into the cage, into the ring! Drew sees it, then looks to Austin who has his, and then at Ekaterina who is gripping the Thunderdome and staring wildly into the ring in a desperate act of her 'child's' preservation! Drew quickly grabs J2H's wrist and calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: It was Ekaterina! She threw in the towel to save Dmitri!

The Thunderdome starts to be opened as the crowd responds with cheers and boos at the violent contest they just bared witness to!

Justin: Here is your winner! And STILL Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion -- J2H!!!

More cheers and boos as Drew raises J2H's arm! The moment the cage is open, Austin quickly enters the ring and just in time as he catches J2H before the exhausted, bloodied and hurt champion nearly crumbles to the mat! Ekaterina hurries to where Dmitri is still handcuffed and she strokes his hair as an official brings over the key to unlock him!

Simone: Forget celebrating! Both of These men need medical attention and they need it now!

Austin holds J2H up as Drew passes him his championship belt and while the champion holds onto Austin with one arm around the neck, he uses the other to hold the championship belt up high!

Adams: Dmitri tried! God he beat J2H bloodied and got the same in return but J2H still managed to hold onto his title!

As Ekaterina holds onto Dmitri as medical personnel help him from the ring, he sinks to the floor and they rush to his aid as others quickly swarm into the ring to work on J2H!

Adams: But you're right! I see a hospital stay in the future for both these guys!

Simone: And for everyone here at Sin City Wrestling, thank you for joining us in the final Supercard of 2016! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone! So long everyone!

The scene slowly fades to credits.

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Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Polly, Court, Marge, Wong, Jenny, Andy, Annie, Dustin, The Lord MK, Sam, Sean Jackson, Roxi Johnson, Keira Fisher, Natalie McKinley, Britt, Kris Halc. Also to everyone who roleplayed, and again to Annie for the match graphics. Congrats to all award winners and new Hall of Famers!