The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight then 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;

Crowd: "SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the Grand Ballroom. 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 Sin City Wrestling's home territory in the Gold Coast Casino right here in Las Vegas, Nevada, and welcome to the first Supercard of 2017 -- Inception II!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The theme music from the "Star Wars" franchise begins to play as out onto the stage emerges Amanda, dressed as a comical Darth Vader sans helmet and extra large boobs. Accompanied by a George Lucas look-a-like, the music continues as the performance begins...

Amanda: Now and then I think of when I was in power
Like choking people with the Force until they died
But then you told them all my history
And took away my masculinity
And had my character portrayed by subpar actors.

You are now addicted to an overuse of graphics
And making Greedo shoot first? Han shot first.
So when you tried to have the Force make sense
You introduced the midichlorians
And what's the deal with having me be dubbed over (Noooooooooo!)

But you didn't have to change it all.
Make 'em like they never happened and the fans are nothing
I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a Bantha and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to make them blow
Have your friends direct your movies and they'll turn out better.
You think that you don't need them though
What happened to the Star Wars that I used to know

What happened to the Star Wars that I used to know
What happened to the Star Wars that I used to know

George Lucas: Now and then I think of all the times I screwed fans over.
I had them believing that the first three films were really done.
But Star Wars will be done my way
I don't care what you have to say
I think that they should let it go
And they'll never get the Blu-Ray of the Star Wars that you used to know

Amanda: You didn't have to change it all.
No more puppets, no more practical effects or nothin'
I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a wampa and that feels so cold.
No you didn't have to sell your soul
Do we really need to watch them all again in 3D?
Jar Jar was an all time low
What happened to the Star Wars that I used to know

Together: The movies
(I used to know)
The movies
(What happened to the Star Wars that I used to know)

(I used to know)
(That I used to know)
(I used to know)
(That I used to know)

The music fades and the crowd cheers and laughs as Amanda "Force chokes" the George Lucas impersonator as the stage lights wink out.

Simone: Hello everyone! Welcome home to the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada where tonight we bring to you the first grand spectacular of 2017, Inception II! I am Belinda Simone...

Adams: And I've always wondered why birds are embarrassed to be seen in a bra and panties but eager to be seen in a more revealing bikini. Er, I mean, I'm Jason Adams!

Simone: Wander into the wrong dressing room again, Jason?

Adams: It was an accident. Honest!

Simone: Mmmmm hm! Fans, tonight's show promises to be big, literally, as it is the largest card in Sin City Wrestling history! Sixteen matches!

Adams: We know how to open things in 2017!

Simone: Indeed, and it starts in traditional style with championship action as the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions, the Members of the Elders, defend the titles against the Justice League!

Adams: Zuri and Belinda (no relation) got a big win against the Angel Clan a few weeks back.

Simone: And it was that very win that propelled them into this championship match.

Adams: Jeffrey Blight just signed on to become a SCW Superstar, and he's facing Joshua Acquin!

Simone: Joshua is back yet again in SCW action, and I'm sure he's looking forward to setting an example by putting the hopes and dreams of a newcomer down for the count.

Adams: You know one person who isn't happy about facing a n00b? Alexis Edwards!

Simone: No indeed! She is scheduled to face Aphrodite, thanks in part to her new manager, Austin Parker, and she about threw a fit when she saw the lineup for tonight.

Adams: About? She did throw a fit! She complained to Mark and to Christian, and then went after Austin himself.

Simone: Yes, and that's right about when she stopped complaining.

Adams: Coincidence?

Simone: Then the Bombshell Roulette Championship will be on the line as Amy Marshall sets out to land a strike against the Mean Girls by challenging Veronica Taylor for the gold!

Adams: This will be the second time Amy strikes because she really laid a hurting on `Ronnie two weeks ago!

Simone: Which is one reason why she is in the ring challenging her today.

Adams: Then we have a match I've been waiting to see! Synn steps into the ring for his first singles match in over thirteen years, taking on Mister TNA, Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

Simone: This all started when Travis decided to try and use Despayre as a stepping stone yet again for another chance at the Internet Championship. He attacked first Synn, then Despayre, only things didn't turn out like he expected.

Adams: Too right! He thought this attack would get him another title match, but instead Mark Ward pulled the rug out from under him and signed him against Synn instead! I know Synn. He used to be me bodyguard way back in GXW. An' I can tell you the worst thing TNA could've done is not go after him, but attack his boy!

Simone: I still can't believe what we're going to see next when the Fallen return to the ring for the first time in nearly a year. Of all people, they will be opposing Evie Baang ... and Mark Ward's personal assistant, Miss Minnie!

Adams: What the bloody hell were any of them thinking!? Minnie isn't tall enough to scratch me knee! Making her get into the ring with two major female stars like the Fallen? I knew Mark wanted a midget match but WOW!

Simone: Then the rubber match rematch between the brand new Roulette Champion Ryan Keys defending against his chief rival for the gold, Steve Ramone!

Adams: Bloody hell! Those two again!? I mean, what a match!

Simone: These two have been going at it now for months, and the bosses have stated that after tonight, they will not compete again so long as one or the other still has the Roulette title around his waist!

Adams: Then we have the first-ever First Blood Bombshell match in SCW history, and Samantha Marlowe is not happy about it!

Simone: Why should she be? She was counting on a regular match, even a hardcore match, when she faced the woman she's been having issues with the past number of weeks, Chelsea Payne.

Adams: yeah, well! Expect the unexpected where Christian Underwood is concerned because after Chelsea made Sam bleed last Christmas, he used that for inspiration for their first meeting tonight!

Simone: Then the bosses have decided to give four of our Superstars a golden opportunity as they compete in a King of the Hill Ladder match! Rage! Xander Bishop! Calvin Harris and Jeremiah Hardin!

Adams: And the first one to get the golden briefcase wins the right to cash in and challenge any champion, at any time -- well, the men at least.

Simone: I think that goes without saying.

Adams: Celeste North's feud with the Mean Girls comes to a head tonight when she fights Mercedes Vargas!

Simone: And make no mistake, it will be a fight! Mercedes was one of the ones who brutally attacked Celeste, costing her the Roulette Championship.

Adams: And the only thing that'll keep these two in the ring will be a BUTT LOAD of Bombshells surrounding the ring in a Lumberjill match!

Simone: Polly Playtime then looks to prove to everyone her Internet Championship win was by no means a fluke when she defends against former champion, the Siren Kate Steele!

Adams: Polly really made a lot of people sit up and take notice, and half the time it's been on someone else's face.

Simone: Words I never want to hear come out of your mouth again.

Adams: Then the Grand Slam Champ and Hall of Famer Goth returns to the ring for a one time only match against Lord Raab!

Simone: Goth had been tormenting Raab for weeks on end, and finally revealed himself just a few short weeks ago, making this match all but guaranteed.

Adams: And neither Mark or Christian wanted to be the one blamed for the carnage so this one is going unsanctioned! They can do ANYTHING they want to each other!

Simone: And probably will! Next will be the match for the World Tag Team titles as reigning champions Jet City put the gold on the line against the Unholy Alliance!

Adams: Dmitri and James Tuscini have waited a long time for this match and they're going to make the most out of it!

Simone: They already proved once they have what it takes to defeat champions, having beaten the former champions, Team BJ, in a non-title match.

Adams: And if they can do it again, there'll be brand new champions!

Simone: And we spoke of carnage mere moments ago, and that is likely what we'll be seeing when the Internet Championship is put on the line between champion Despayre, and former Seven Deadly Sins member, Chris Shipman!

Adams: Never thought we'd see this one, Despy defending against the guy he called 'Stepmom,' but after what Shipman did? It had to be done!

Simone: This one is about more than a championship. This one is about family. Betrayal. Revenge. Shipman is out for blood, and Despayre is out for all the above.

Adams: Then we got the World Heavyweight Championship match! J2H has been so dominant, nobody knew what to do with him as far as challengers go! He's beaten almost everybody!

Simone: So the bosses held a Battle Royal to decide who would be the lucky guy and lo and behold, former Tag Team Champion Jamie Dean emerged victorious and will face J2H for the title tonight!

Adams: Ben Jordan has been working Jamie over, getting him ready, but funny thing; we haven't heard a word from Jamie since. psht! Wanker.

Simone: Then the big one, the Main Event! The SCW Bombshells bring this show to a close in grand style as three Bombshells challenge Crystal Millar for the World Championship in a Fatal Fourway match!

Adams: Crystal's never had it so hard in any championship match to date! Former Champion, Mikah! Melody Grace! And Jessie Salco! The three toughest challengers the bosses could find!

Simone: And one very well could be the next champion, unless Crystal has something to say about it! It's no wonder the Bombshells world title match is our Main Event!

Adams: This is going to be great! Let's get started!

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IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Bombshell tag team championship. 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 through the curtain to a shower of boos. Alana pauses to wait for Song to catch up to her. The two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mixed reaction as the two make their 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. Song raises her arms in the air to a mixed 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. Both turn to the entrance as 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: Tonight's match Jason is one that sees Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick get their shot at the gold of World Bombshell tag champions, the female Elders. Both Song and Alana have got to know that these two have been looking for gold and tonight just might be the night that they finally taste it.

Adams: Agreed Belinda but we also have to remember that Song and Alana have held these titles for a while now and I don't think they are ready to give them up. But that remains to be seen and see it we will because there is the bell to start the match.

The bell rings as Zuri and Song move to the middle of the ring as Alana and Belinda move to their respective corners. Song and Chastain lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that Song uses to leverage Zuri into a headlock. Chastain pushes Song into the ropes and braces herself as the Elder member rebounds against her. Both woman rush the ropes opposite and collide again in the middle of the ring. Looking at each other, the two women once more lock up with Zuri using a headlock to get control of Song then flipping her to the mat over her hip and then quickly rolling her over to get an armbar on the champ. Song powers herself up and then grabbing the wrist of Zuri and rolling under her arm uses a quick elbow strike to Zuri's head that sends Lady Justice staggering towards the corner. Song watches as Zuri shakes her head to try to clear it. Following up her strike, Song uses a spinning wheel kick to send Zuri closer to her corner where Belinda is waiting. Holding out her hand, Belinda is tagged in by Zuri and slides between the ropes.

Adams: Here comes the big gun of the Justice League, Belinda Warwick. This woman is built like a brick sh...

Simone: House...she is built like a brick house.

Adams: I don't think that is what I was going to say Belly.

Simone: I know but if you said the other stuff...

Adams: I am pretty sure our audience couldn't give a crap about that...

Simone: ...oy vey!

Song rushes towards Warwick with a hard forearm smash that has very little effect on the bigger woman. Standing there in disbelief, Song is pushed hard by Belinda before being taken off her feet with a discus clothesline from Belinda Warwick. Song tries to get to her feet but Warwick is there to help her upwards and then pulls her in before pulling her upwards into a vertical suplex position. Holding her up as Song kicks her feet, Belinda moves to taunt Alana Allure. Song manages to get Belinda off balance and escapes the hold and falls behind her, landing on her feet then kicking the back of the bigger woman with a jumping heel kick then quickly reaches to Alana for a tag then catches Belinda's arm and holds it out for Alana who climbs the turnbuckle and launches herself down with an axehandle as Song releases the wrist of Warwick.

Simone: Belinda Warwick is sure to feel that Jason. Having your arm taken away from you means a lot of the power moves that Belinda is known for .

Adams: She still has the other one though.

Alana watches as Belinda shakes out her arm trying to get feeling back into it. Charging across the ring, Alana is caught by Belinda Warwick who tries to drop Allure with a sidewalk slam but Alana twists herself around the arm of Warwick and into an octopus stretch on Belinda who begins to stagger. Alana continues to hold on as Warwick manages to make it to the ropes and grasps the top rope. The referee begins to count after warning Alana to release the hold. Allure lets Belinda go then and then moves away from her with her back to the bigger woman who turns and then comes up behind Alana who is holding her arms up in a sign of victory. Catching Alana with a full nelson, Warwick slams Allure to the mat. Rolling to her knees, Belinda rolls Alana over for a pin but only gets a two count as Alana rolls up enough to catch Warwick with her legs and locks in a figure four neck lock and twists her over into her own pin for a two count.

Simone: Two quick pins in succession. Both teams are looking to walk out of Inception with the gold.

Alana once more holds onto the hold as Warwick rolls a bit towards her corner where she reaches out and tags in Zuri Chastain while holding Alana on her then drops her to the mat and holds her while Zuri uses a slingshot leg drop across the top of Alana's chest. Warwick releases Allure as Zuri reaches down and pulls Alana up and then picks her up on her shoulders to walk her around the ring then bounces Allure off her shoulders hitting a go to sleep. Chastain rolls Alana over and pins her but the three count is interrupted by Song who drops an axehandle on the back of Chastain who rolls away in pain. Rolling Allure to her hands and knees, Song helps her towards the corner. While Song slides back between the ropes, Zuri catches a crawling Alana and pulls her back into a single leg boston crab that forces her to scream out in pain.

Adams: That has to hurt Belinda. Do you think that Alana will tap?

Simone: I think the champion is made of stronger stuff than that.

Alana catches at the back of her head to avoid tapping before trying to inch closer to Song who leans as far as she can towards her partner. Alana is able to final tag in her partner. Zuri holds Allure in the boston crab as Song mounts the corner and slams a missile dropkick into the back of Zuri's head that sends her rolling across the ring. Belinda holds out a hand for a tag but before Zuri can tag in her partner, Song is able to rush across and tries to take Warwick off the apron with a dropkick but is surprised as Warwick sidesteps the attempt and Song is caught on the top rope.

Simone: Song just crashed and burned in her attempt to prevent the tag.

Zuri quickly tags in Belinda who steps into the ring and grabs Song who is clutching at her leg in pain. Pulling Song to her feet, Belinda whips her into a neutral corner and delivers a hard splash on the champion who slumps in the corner. Belinda moves towards Song and pulling her up to her feet lifts her onto her shoulder and then walks around the ring as she looks to the fans.

Adams: What power from Belinda Warwick!

Simone: Song is going to be planted hard.

Belinda lifts Song and sends her to the mat with a powerslam near the ropes. Rolling Song to her back, Belinda holds down her shoulders and manages to get a two count before Song in final desperation puts a foot on the ropes to stop the count. Belinda looks at the referee in disbelief as Song uses the distraction to roll out of the ring and staggers towards the Elder's corner. Belinda gets to her feet and follows Song around the ring before stopping in front of Alana and lets a smile begin to creep over her face as Alana begins to rant at her. She doesn't see Song get on the apron then through the ropes. Quickly, Alana holds out her hand which brings Warwick's attention to the side where Song hits the perfect melody then tags in Allure who ruhes into the ring and locks on the warm embrace as Song steps between Zuri and the downed Belinda who can't escape the hold and is forced to tap. Alana releases the hold and rolls out of the ring as Zuri rushes to Belinda to check on her. Song joins Allure on the outside and both women are handed their tag titles which they raises as the fans scream around them.

Simone: Amazing Jason, out of nowhere, Song is able to come back and help the Elders win this match.

Justin: The winners of the match, The ELDERS!

Song and Alana make their way backstage as Zuri helps Belinda out of the ring and up the ramp to the entrance.

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SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Polly Playtime can be seen arriving inside the Gold Coast Casino, and it doesn't take her long to get stopped by one of the cameramen, who is stationed just past the door. Though Polly is hard to miss, for many reasons, the championship belt being around her waist and glimmering like crazy only being one.

Polly: "Oh come on now! I can't even get inside the door without being harassed? I have a HUGE championship defense tonight. The Internet is counting on me, and I swear, I'm not going to let them down."

Pussy: "Well you might. Kate Steele is no pushover."

Polly: "And you are?"

Pussy: "Pussy Willow. Look little girl, I know you haven't been here long, so I'll forgive that. I just want you to know though that you shouldn't let success go to your head."

Polly: "Oh don't worry about me. It won't. I know how to handle a stage. It's clear that Christian though didn't want to send a guy to greet me tonight, as he probably remembers what's happened to the last few that have crossed my path. I toyed with them, and tonight, I'm going to make sure that Kate Steele never wants to cross my path any more either. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm a very busy young WOMAN."

Pussy: "Alright. Fine. Fair enough. But fair warning, there will come a time where you come upon someone that won't fall to you, or for you for that matter."

Pussy walks away as Polly shrugs it off, seemingly already focusing on what she knows needs to be done tonight in the ring.

Polly: "And this young woman is going to keep on impressing everyone."

Polly skips down the hall whistling a little bit before she rounds a corner and is out of sight.

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A black Range Rover is seen pulling up backstage and comes to a stop in a parking spot. It takes a minute or so before Mikah gets out of the front seat, pocketing her phone in her top. She was wearing a pair of Miss Me Skinny jeans that were tucked into a pair of brown riding boots and had on a turquoise plaid button up top that she had tied just below her bra to show her flat, toned stomach. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, having yet to style it the way she wanted for the night. She looks around, her nose turned up a bit before shutting the door and moving around to the front of the car as SCW Hall of Famer, Drake Green gets out of the driver's seat. The fans cheers' could be heard from the arena and Drake smiles and Mikah just rolls her eyes at the thought.

Mikah: You know, you look much different than Alphonso...

Drake raises an eyebrow at her and she just smirks at him before walking over to him and looking at him. He was wearing street clothes that consisted of jeans and flannel shirt.

Mikah: You look better.

Mikah smirks at him as he slides an arm around her lower waist, pulling her into him just a bit.

Drake: I probably drive better than he does, too.

Mikah shrugs her shoulders before looking over at the door that would take them into the arena and she sighs, leaning back against the Range Rover. Drake looks at her and leans against the Range Rover, next to her.

Drake: Are you ready to go inside?

Mikah: I don't know.

Drake nods his head as they sit there in silence, with her just staring at the doors of the arena. She takes a deep breath before looking at Drake, a smirk on her face.

Mikah: I guess it's now or never.

She stands up straight, and adjusts her cut off shirt before looking at the doors again and Drake laughs a bit and puts an arm around her waist, pulling her back into him.

Drake: Good luck tonight...

Mikah scrunches her nose up a bit.

Mikah: I thought I told you luck is for losers.

Drake rolls his eyes and she just grins at him before he leans down and kisses her. She slides her arms around his waist, kissing him back.

Drake: Good luck, babe.

She just grins and pulls away from him and sliding her hand into his, pulling him towards the arena with her.

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Justin: The following contest is a singles match, introducing first.

Cutting Crew's I Just Died In Your Arms starts to play and Jeffrey Blight comes out of the back, and walks down the ramp while shaking his hips, high-fiving the fans, and doing thrust motions.

Justin: From Valkenburg, The Netherlands, weighing in at one hundred and forty one pounds, he is Jeffrey Blight

As he enters the ring he air-humps the ropes, looks with stares to various crowd members and does the worm inside of the ring, before yelling to the crowd: "That's the Dutch Delight for you!"

Justin: And his opponent....

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is Joshua Acquin!

Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

The crowd inside the Gold Casino are bu

ing as Joshua and Jeff are pacing back and forth in their respective corners. Drew Patton, the referee assigned to this contest, gives both men their final instructions before raising his finger into the air. The bell sounds as Joshua peels out of his corner and charges at the rookie.

DING DING DING

Jeff ducks the first clothesline attempt as Joshua bounces off the ropes. While on the rebound, Jeff catches Josh with a high hip toss.

Josh quickly jumps back up to his feet as Jeffrey springs off the ropes, connecting with an enzuigiri to the side of Josh's head. Josh falls backward as Jeffrey follows up with a front flip which finishes with his left leg crashing down across the throat of Josh.

Adams: I didn't think Josh would be getting dominated so early in this contest.

Simone: I am quite sure Joshua Acquin has everything under control.

Josh works his way back up to a vertical base as Jeff connects with a flying cross chop. Josh falls back down as Jeff goes for the first pinning attempt in the match.

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Josh manages to kick before the count of two as Jeff shakes his head. He jumps back up to his feet, bounces off the ropes but misses the first clothesline. He does a handspring off the ropes while catching him with a shoulder jawbreaker on the flip back. The shot jars Josh's jaw as he quickly rolls out of the ring.

Simone: Josh is using a veteran move.

Adams: Let's hope Jeffrey is smart enough to stay inside the ring.

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The count had begun as Josh was holding his jaw while giving a nasty look towards Jeff. A few fans in the front row were screaming for Jeffrey as Josh turns around and proceeds to get into a shouting match with the fan. As this is going on, Jeffrey is building a head of steam as the crowd begins to pick up.

Joshua catches a shadow of Jeffrey from out of the corner of his eye and moves out of the way as Jeff comes flying through the ropes looking for a suicide dive. The dive proved to be ill-advised as he landed awkwardly on his right shoulder. Joshua doesn't notice the injury at first as he grabs the young man by the waist, hoists him high into the air and dropping him chest first across the barricade. The padding doesn't help much as Jeff is starting to gasp for breath.

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The referee has begun his count once again as Josh drives a clubbing forearm right into the back of Jeff's head. The crowd begins to boo loudly as Joshua quickly gives them an up yours arm gesture before rolling into the ring and back out of the ring.

Simone: Josh sure isn't winning any fans tonight.

Adams: Did you expect him too?

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The count once again restarts as Joshua grabs a hold of Jeffrey by the hair and drags him around the ring. He first slams him face first into the steel ring steps before whipping him shoulder first into the steel ring steps. Jeffrey immediately grabs at his right shoulder as Josh realizes the injured wing.

Josh slowly licks his lips as Jeff tries to fight back. Punch after punch with his working arm didn't have much of an effect on Josh as he fires back with a stiff right of his own. The shot rocks Jeff as Josh grabs him by the arm and slams it down onto the ring apron. The sick grin remains on his face Josh flings Josh back into the ring.

Simone: Josh smells blood.

Adams: Jeffrey would have been better off not favoring any joint at this juncture.

Josh follows him back into the ring where Jeffrey catches him with a sharp elbow to the gut. Jeff connects with multiple elbows into Josh's sternum as Josh stumbles into the corner. Jeff gets up to his feet, grits his teeth before charging towards the corner. He leaps into the air while connecting with a stinger splash. Jeff stands back waiting for Josh to stumble out of the corner.

As Jeff reaches out to grab him, Josh leaps off the canvas and connects with a picture perfect dropkick. One of his boots connect with the bum shoulder as Jeff falls backward while holding his shoulder. Josh is quickly back up as he grabs ahold of the arm and places his right hand near the AC joint of Josh's right shoulder. He bends the arm back while locking a modified version of the cross face chicken wing.

Simone: Well, this is a new hold for Josh.

Adams: The Raging Falcon will be no good with one wing in this fight.

Josh tightens the pressure as the referee is checking if Jeff wants to give it up. Jeff shakes his head and yells no while scratching his way towards the bottom rope. Josh breaks the hold before that could happen as he gets onto one knee and proceeds to smash right hand after right hand into the shoulder joint. Tears were beginning to fill Jeff's eyes as Josh grabs a hold of his arm and slamming it hard against the canvas.

Josh places the arm out to the side, leaps up into the air and drives his boot down across the forearm. Jeffrey screams out in pain as Josh lifts the arm, hooks his legs around it before spinning down onto his back.

Simone: Josh has a cross arm breaker locked onto Jeffrey.

Adams: Joshua must have picked up a few tricks since the last time he was here.

Jeffrey tries to get himself in a perfect position to pin Josh's shoulder to the mat but Josh changes positions. He turns the cross arm breaker into an arm trapped crossface. Josh has it locked in right smack dab in the center of the ring as Jeffrey is trying to crawl his way to the corner. Just as he is about to get close, Josh grabs his arm and pulls it back as well. The pain from both his right shoulder was just too much as Jeffrey taps his free hand agains the bare skin of his chest.

Ding ding ding.

Justin: Here is your winner by submission, Joshua Acquin.

"Nightmare" begins to blare through the speakers as Joshua relinquishes both arms while showing that sick grin of his. He rolls up onto one knee before lifting one arm into the air.

Simone: Joshua got a very impressive submission victory tonight. Not something we are used to seieing from him.

Adams: This night sure is shaping up to be something special.

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The scene opens backstage a little while before the roulette wheel spin and the main match between Amy and Veronica. We see Amy standing by one of the televisions backstage, as Pussy Willow approaches her.

Pussy: Hi Amy, can I get a few words regarding your match later.

Amy turns to Pussy.

Amy: Sure.

Amy smiles as she brushes a rouge hair from her face.

Pussy: Well... we heard from Veronica Taylor... do you have anything to say back to her.

Pussy questioned.

Amy: To be honest... how can someone even respond to what she put out.

Pussy: What do you mean?

Amy: I mean that one of my films has more content and more coherent dialogue than what she put out. Veronica might as well have stood front of a mirror and said 'look at me... I'm so pretty. i am going to kick your ass by scratching your eyes out and pulling your hair'.. Sorry Veronica but you are nothing more than washed up has been, who needs to go back to West Palm Beach, Florida and pretend to be somebody.

Sorry Veronica but tonight I am going to slap you down and end your joke of a title run.

Amy shakes her head and walks away leaving Pussy Willow to finish up and find the next willing person to interview.

---

The camera opens up with the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical backstage. The crowd cheer as they see the lovable duo standing there with notepads in their hands.

Narly: This is totes a good idea bromigo

Radical: Sha! We've like worked here forever and not once have we ever asked people for their autograph!

Narly: We could totes make a big collection of autographs tonight! It's like everyone is here, and everyone is in a happy mood.

Radical: So who do with ask first bromeo?

Narly: I totes think we should like ask everyone we see.

A stagehand walks past, and Radical quickly calls out to him.

Radical: Dude! Can we totes get your autograph?

The man walks over to the duo and quickly signs both Surf Boys books and moves past them.

Narly: Dude, I don't think he was a wrestler

Radical: But you said ask everyone.

Narly scratches his head

Narly: I did?

Radical: Sha dude!

Narly: Awesome!

The two attempt to high five but miss each others hands and smash them in to each others head. Both men rub their own heads.

Radical: Let's go get some names dude!

The two walk off in search of SCW stars.

---

The scene comes in backstage, where you can see Dmitri walking the halls. He's got his head down, and his hands are in his hair, holding two big handfulls as he mumbles to himself, under his breath.

Dmitri: Come on!! Get it together!! You have to get her out of your head! If you don't, she's going to drive you mad!

He closes his eyes, and isn't watching where he's going, but he suddenly stops short, sniffing the air. When he opens them, he's looking down at a pair of familiar leather boots. He shakes his head, and whispers softly to himself.

Dmitri: Please be real... Please be real... Please be real!!

He lifts his eyes slowly, and when his eyes take in Gothika's face, he lets out a soft gasp, and furrows his brows in confusion.

Dmitri: Are... Are you... Are you, you?

Gothika reaches out a hand to touch his shoulder, but he flinches away, his eyes those of a wild animal.

Dmitri: Don't!!

She pulls her hand back slowly, frowning at him.

Gothika: What happened?

He shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest, and rubbing his arms slowly, shivering.

Dmitri: If you weren't you... I just can't take it anymore. I can't tell what's real or what's not anymore.

She closes her eyes, swallowing thickly, and when her eyes open again, they're such a deep ice blue, they almost glow.

Gothika: What did she do to you, Dmitri?

He reaches out a hand slowly, and she reaches out again and grabs it, holding tightly to his hand as he looks at her with such longing.

Dmitri: She said she was you, but she wasn't. She looked like you, even tried to sound like you, but then her eyes... Her eyes... They're not yours. I should have known by the eyes. But it was so vivid, and I wanted it to be you.

Gothika takes a deep breath and shakes her head.

Gothika: No, it wasn't me. But there is a way for you to know when it IS me. When you sleep, and you dream, that's me in here, and in here.

She reaches out and touches his temple with a gentle touch which causes him to gasp, and when she touches his heart, he looks her deep in the eyes. He reaches up with her other hand and strokes her cheek gently.

Dmitri: It IS you!! I should have known, you radiate deeply with heat.

He looks up at her eyes and takes a deep breath.

Dmitri: You knew, didn't you? You knew what she did.

She nods slowly, the tears welling in her eyes, and when one breaks free and drips down her cheek, he captures it with his fingertip, staring at it confused.

Dmitri: I've never seen her cry. I don't even think she CAN cry. But you...

He brings the tear to his lips and licks it gently, and closes his eyes, savoring the taste of it.

Dmitri: Even in a tear, I can taste all that you are.

He leans in and inhales her scent deeply, a low growl emanating from his throat.

Dmitri: How did you know? How did you know to be here right now?

Gothika leans closer and whispered in his ear.

Gothika: You called to me in a dream, and I heard you. I felt what was happening to you, and I knew if I reached out to you before now, it would only make things worse. But understand this... She's not all powerful. There are things she cannot do.

Dmitri frowns and shakes his head.

Dmitri: How do you know?

She smirks and taps his nose gently with her fingertip.

Gothika: Because silly... I'm stronger than she is, and she knows it. And so are you. If you want proof, ask her if she can dreamfast.

Dmitri looks confused.

Dmitri: Dreamfast... What is that?

Gothika smirks and leans in and kisses his forehead gently, and Dmitri shudders visibly, trying to pull her in closer as he growls again.

Gothika: I'll show you in your dreams.

She winks at him, and pulls away, backing up slowly as she hears her friends calling her from around the corner. She whispers to him.

Gothika: Be strong. And remember... You're not alone. Ever.

She waves goodbye with a wiggle of her fingertips, and disappears around the corner, as Dmitri stands there, inhaling her slowly fading scent. He straightens himself to his full height, and the haunted look has disappeared from his eyes for the moment as he walks off, and the scene fades to commercial.

---

Justin: The following match is for one fall... Making her way to the ring first from Athens Greece... APHRODIIIITEEE!!

The lights in the arena begin to dim, before a strobe light flashes, quickly changing through multiple, bright and da

ling colors. The stadium suddenly appears as if it's transformed into a night club, as a steady trance beats flows through the speakers. "Don't Cha" plays over the PA System as words appear on the screen in brilliant, shimmering gold -- "It's not personal... it's just business." These fade out, replaced by another phrase in sparkling silver -- "I ALWAYS get what I want!!"}

The fans are already showing their hate as the lyrics slowly come through

Golden sparks begin to rain down over the stage... before the stage begins to shift. The center of the stage seperates, and a platform rises from below... Aphrodite rests on her side, upon an elegant bed. She wears a fancy, fashionable robe, made of golden lace, with a golden cowl. Faith stands behind her, waving a giant, royal fan in her direction. Aphrodite is surrounded by small, marble pillars. From the pillars hang a banner, made from the finest parchment, proclaiming 'Your Goddess Has Arrived'. The beat intensifies, as the voice rings out once again

Aphrodite rises from the bed, lifting her hands out to the fans, to an overwhelmingly negative reaction here. The platform descends, and the pair make their way down the ramp, as the golden sparks continue to shower down upon the stage. Faith waves toward the SCW faithful, who respond with nothing but 100%, pure hatred. Aphrodite throws her shoulders back, before acting as if she's going to kiss a young fan. But the self-proclaimed 'Greek Goddess' pulls away at the last second, leaving the fan to curse at her and later write it down in his feelings journal. She then walks toward the ring steps, taking her time to raise her hand to the fans, cuz the face ain't listening. She orders The ring announcer to hold the middle rope down, which she does, and Aphrodite steps through... Aphrodite stands tall in the center of the ring, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before smiling egotistically to her.

Justin: And her opponent from Phoenix Arizona... Aleeeexisssssss Staaaaggsss

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 looking at her next meal.

Alexis and Aphrodite square off in the centre of the ring and Drew Patton give the girls the rundown of how this match is going to be a good clean fight. However, Alexis doesn't seem to like the sound of that as she pushes Aphrodite and rushes towards her with a side headlock take down and Drew if forced to call for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Alexis isn't wasting a single second.

Alexis drags Aphrodite across the ring towards a turnbuckle and the former nobody slams Aphrodite's head into the corner. Not just once but a total of five times before she is forced to let go. Aphrodite tries to regroup but Alexis stays on her and she grabs onto her arm before whipping her across the ring. Aphrodite slams into the corner and Alexis is on the chase behind her as she paddy cake's Aphrodite into the corner.

Simone: Alexis has come out here, with a new attitude it seems.

Adams: What do you mean?

Simone: She is making sure she is focused, why what did you think I meant?

Adams: There's not enough time in the world.

Alexis drags Aphrodite out of the corner and drives her forearm across her chest for a chop sending the SCW fans wild. One chop turns into three before the former nobody whips Aphrodite across the ring once more. Aphrodite hits the ropes and comes back on the return looking for a clothesline however Alexis ducks it but she is able to catch Aphrodite's head and drops her with a reverse DDT. Alexis quickly rolls Aphrodite over and hooks her legs. Drew makes the count.

1...

2...

NO! Aphrodite powers up by getting her shoulder up. Alexis looks a little frustrated but she doesn't fire off with any attitude she just drags herself and Aphrodite back up to their feet.

Adams: Alexis is so nice these days.

Simone: She really has changed inside the ring that's for sure.

Alexis goes for a swinging neck breaker but Aphrodite blocks it before she garbs onto Alexis and the two lock up in the centre of the ring.

Adams: A good old fashion power struggle.

Aphrodite seems to overpower Alexis backing her up into the ropes, Drew reminds Aphrodite that she only has five seconds which Aphrodite uses to her full advantage before backing away from Alexis before slapping her across the face. The SCW fans let out a "ooooo"

Adams: This is not good for Aphrodite.

Alexis holds the side of her face before she runs her tongue over her teeth in anger before she launches herself towards Aphrodite taking her down with a fearsome spear.

Simone: Alexis damn near spilt Aphrodite in half.

While on the canvas Alexis starts to fire of a fury of left and right punches to Aphrodite's face in retaliation for the slap. Drew is struggling to keep control as both Bombshells go back and forth in a cat fight. Aphrodite gets the upper hand and she gets to her feet dragging Alexis with her, she tosses Alexis towards the ropes and on her return Aphrodite floors Alexis with a clothesline from hell. While Alexis is down Aphrodite rushes towards her and puns her foot square into Alexis's ribs. Alexis is heard yelping in pain.

Adams: This might be the game changer?

Simone: Alexis was on such a good roll.

Aphrodite drags Alexis over towards the bottom rope and she places Alexis's throat across it before she places her boot on the back of Alexis' head. Aphrodite applies pressure before she bounces the ropes trying to choke Alexis out. Drew is up in Aphrodite's face screaming at her to break the hold. Aphrodite hold son for a count of four before she backs away faking innocence. Alexis is meanwhile trying to catch her breathe on the canvas.

Simone: Look at Aphrodite gloating like she's actually done something worthy.

Adams: She's so pretty though?

Aphrodite makes her back over towards Alexis looking to drive her knee into the side of Alexis's face however, Alexis trips her up and sends Aphrodite into the ropes. Alexis quickly grabs onto Aphrodite and rolls her up for a surprise roll up pin. Drew drops down and makes the count.

1...

2...

NO! Aphrodite fires out of the pin. Alexis slowly gets up to her feet while Aphrodite springs up to hers and both Bombshells rush towards one another colliding with a double cross-body take down.

Simone: It's now a waiting game to see who moves first.

Aphrodite stirs as she screams in anger while Alexis has her teeth gritted as she pulls herself along the canvas towards the ropes. Both Bombshells look exhausted while Drew checks on them both. Alexis drags herself back up to her feet and she rushes towards Aphrodite who is half way up, Alexis drives her knee into Aphrodite's face sending the Greek goddess flying. Alexis doesn't stop there as she is straight back on the attack as she comes running back in with a vicious boot to side of Aphrodite's face. The fans let off a slight boo towards Alexis.

Adams: That was uncalled for.

Simone: Aphrodite looks to be out cold.

Aphrodite is laid up on the canvas and Drew goes to check up on her but Alexis swoops in and rolls Aphrodite over before she drives her knees into her chest with a double knee drop. Alexis doesn't go for the pin instead she picks Aphrodite up only to topple her back down to the canvas with a scoop slam, followed by a leg drop. Drew checks on Aphrodite and she says she still wants to keep fighting which brings a smile to Alexis' face.

Adams: What's going on here?

Simone: Beats me.

Adams: What you're meant to be the one in the know Belinda?

Simone: Well I give up.

Alexis makes her way to her feet and she steps back watching Aphrodite struggle to get back to a standing point. Aphrodite is doubled over and Alexis rushes in with a swing neck breaker before she tangles Aphrodite up into the LEX APPEAL.

Adams: Aphrodite has now where to go she is literally in the middle of the ring.

Simone: I wouldn't give up on Aphrodite just yet.

Aphrodite is screaming in pain while Alexis adds more tension on the move before finally Aphrodite has nothing less to give and the Greek Goddess Bombshell is forced to tap out. Drew calls for the bell and this one is over.

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Winner of this match.... ALLLLLEEEEEEEXIIIIISSSSSSS STAAAAAGGGGSSS!!!

Alexis makes her way up to her feet with a smug look on her face and Drew raises her hand before her theme music starts to play over the PA system.

Alexis yanks her hand away from Drew Patton with a clear scowl on her face. She walks over to and demands a microphone and wastes no time in bringing it up to her lips to speak as she glares down at Aphrodite, as Drew is checking on her.

Alexis: Get her out of the ring before I do it myself and toss her out myself.

Alexis music quickly dies down as Drew helps Aphrodite out of the ring and to the back as Alexis stands in the center of the ring, looking around the crowd. The scowl has faded just a little, but she still seems to be a little wound up.

Simone: I don't know what has gotten into her. She just won the match. She should be in a better mood.

Alexis: These last couple of weeks, I've had quite a bit of time to think things over...make a few decisions. I'll admit I wasn't happy having to go up against a worthless newcomer who can't even be bothered to try, but I got over it. And did it look like I went easy on her?

Alexis shakes her head with a wicked smile as the crowd gives her their full attention.

Alexis: You see, Aphrodite is going to be just the first of many, because starting tonight. Starting right now, things are officially changing, because I'm going to treat each and every opponent the same. I'm not going to hold back on anyone, because I refuse to LET myself do that. Why the hell should I hold back just because I know I'm better than someone? That I deserve to win more than anyone else?

Alexis receives a mixed reaction with that statement, but she just shrugs it off with an arrogant smile.

Alexis: I know I'm stuck working my way up from the bottom. That much is very clear after being forced to face that trash, Aphrodite. And I don't care who they put me against next. Veronica Taylor. Amy Marshall. Jessie Salco. Polly Playtime. It just doesn't fucking matter to me, because I'm going to do the same thing in each and every match. I'm going to be as aggressive as I see fucking fit, because I feel like it. I'm not going to be anything less just because I'm up against some worthless, talentless piece of crap like any of those three.

The boos start to overpower any cheering Alexis received, but again, she doesn't care. She continues talking...targeting the Bombshell division.

Alexis: It's no secret that I had a pretty shitty year last year, but that was my own fault. I let my anger consume me...get the better of me, and it almost cost me everything. This year, though? This year is different because regardless of what any of those bitches in the back says, 2017 is MY year. Make no mistake about it. I may be on the midcard tonight, but trust me, I'll be watching that main event very closely tonight, because soon enough, I'll be right where they are. Crystal Millar's time is almost up. This isn't the comeback year for the self proclaimed Queen Bitch, Mikah Green. If Melody Grace somehow manages to win the title, I'll make sure she doesn't hold it for long, and this sure as shit isn't the year where Jessie Salco becomes a Grand Slam Champion. Jessie Salco is delusional if she honestly thinks that's ever going to happen.

She's booed once again and that wicked smile only grows on her face as she looks around the crowd. She lowers the microphone for a second and closes her eyes, soaking it all in. She opens her eyes a few seconds later and brings the microphone back up to her lips to continue speaking.

Alexis: I'm done giving a shit and trying to get you people to like me, because that's not what I'm here to do. I didn't come back for redemption or some shit like that. I came back to make a name for myself because I wasn't done. I'm STILL not done, and I won't be done until I get what I want. And if I have to beat my way through every single bitch on the Bombshell roster? Well...so be it. Friend or foe, I don't care. I may hate her fucking guts, but they can put me up against Mikah any time. I may be friends with her, but they can put me up against Celeste North and I won't treat her any different. My point is that I am DONE taking it easy on anyone! You all are about to see a whole new side to Alexis Edwards...No...Alexis STAGGS...So I suggest you all watch closely. And if not? Well...I'll just make you all pay attention.

Alexis then tosses the microphone down and her music hits once again. The crowd is now booing her as she exits the ring and starts heading backstage, that wicked grin never fading. She never once acknowledges the fans.

---

We return once more to The Surf Boys, wandering through the catering area, when their eyes cast themselves on another SCW superstar. Narly taps Radical on the shoulder.

Narly: It's Amy!

Radical: Sha!

The camera turns to see Amy Marshall talking to a member of staff. Radical looks at her starry eyed.

Narly: You totes got a crush on her!

Radical shakes his head fast, his eyes crossing over as he makes himself dizzy.

Radical: Nu uh.

Narly: Let's go ask her for an autograph.

The two walk towards Amy Marshall as the staff member walks away. Amy turns to them with a warm smile.

Amy: Hi guys!

Radical starts to blush a little as he turns away, muttering to himself.

Radical: She said hi to me.

Narly nudges Radical with his elbow, causing him to straighten up.

Narly: Dudette! So much awesomeness to see you. Me and my bromigo here are totes looking for autographs tonight, so could we have yours?

Amy: Sure. What shall I sign for you?

Narly holds out his autograph book as Radical looks at Amy with a goofy grin. Narly nudges him in the arm, causing him to snap out of it. He took hold out his autograph book. Amy smiles at the two as Narly hands her a pen and Amy quickly signs her name.

Narly: Thanks dudette!

Amy nods at the two and walks away from the two as Radical looks at the back of her with a wide smile on his face. Narly clicks his fingers in front of his face.

Narly: Dude? Dude?

The camera fades out.

---

The camera opens up backstage not long after Alexis' match. She's heading towards the locker rooms to get changed out of her ring gear. As she's walking, she's brought to a stop and the camera pans out to see her new manager, Austin Parker, standing in front of her. His arms are folded and he's scowling at her. She just grins at him, but doesn't say a word.

Austin: So...that's why ya wanted me to stay backstage during your match? So you could run ya mouth afterwards and pull that stunt?

Alexis laughs and shrugs.

Alexis: You call it a stunt. I call it sending a message. It's not a big deal. I was just making a statement.

Austin: If this little arrangement is gonna work, you're gonna stop running around, doing whatever the hell ya want. Ya might have gotten through Aphrodite, but I can make it so ya have to face Twisted Sister every damn week.

Alexis: Go ahead. I don't care. I'll fight her as many times as I have to, Austin. I'll beat her as many times as I have to. If that's what it takes. Saying what I said out there wasn't me doing what the hell I want. It was me sending a message that I'm not going to bitch and moan when I don't get an opponent I want. It was me showing that I'm fucking determined---

Austin frowns at her as she uses profanity in front of him, but she doesn't seem to care.

Alexis: I'm determined to work my way to the top. I asked you to be my manager for a reason. I'm not going to hold myself back, so if you want to be the one to do that by making sure I'm stuck in shitty matches against opponents who will get me nowhere? Well...I guess I'm just gonna have to do what I need to do to prove that I deserve better than that. I'll destroy each and every one of them if I have to Austin. I want the title and sooner or later, you're going to get me there.

Austin frowns again, keeping his arms folded as Alexis goes quiet, standing in front of him. The two stay silent for a long while until Alexis rolls her eyes.

Alexis: Look are we done arguing for right now? I'd really like to get showered and out of my ring gear.

Austin: I'm half tempted to drag your ass out of this building and force ya to work some more, but I'll just save that for this week in Atlanta.

Alexis' eyes widen as she stares at Austin.

Alexis: This week?! We always get the week off after the supercards!

Austin nods with a smile.

Austin: Yeah, from SCW. Ya still got work to do, so if ya know what's good for ya, you'll get your ass to Atlanta, because ya don't get a week off unless I say ya do. Now go take a damn shower because Ah'm starting to get your stench all over me just standing in front of ya!

Alexis scowls and her jaw drops open but when she realizes Austin is serious, she storms off, letting out a growl as she disappears into the Bombshell locker room. Austin stands back shaking his head.

Austin: Why the hell did Ah agree to become her manager? She's pissing me off more than James did...

Austin shakes his head again before he walks off down the hall.

---

The scene opens backstage at Inception II where we see tonight's competitors in the Roulette Rules match for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship Amy Marshall and the champion Veronica Taylor standing by the Roulette Wheel waiting for the stipulation for their match to be announced, conspicuous in their absence is their allies in the Metal and Punk Connection and the Mean Girls respectively.

Simone: Both the Metal and Punk Connection and the Mean Girls have been locked in their locker rooms to ensure an even playing field for Amy and Veronica in tonight's match.

Adams: Depending on what stipulation the wheel stops on that might end up being a moot point.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?

Veronica: Oh please, I'm the only lady here!

Amy and Rocky roll their eyes before Rocky gives the Roulette Wheel a spin, the wheel spins round and round for a few moments as the two Bombshells watch on intently before it eventually stops on.......

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Your title match will be a Fall's Count Anywhere Match!

Veronica: Whatever, I'll see you in the ring you basic.........

Amy: Why wait?

Before Veronica gets a chance to respond Amy spears her to the ground and starts pummeling her face and whilst Rocky runs off to avoid getting caught up in the brawl Jasmine St. John, who is waiting for them in the ring, calls for the bell before hurrying backstage.

DING DING DING

Simone: Amy doesn't want to wait!

Adams: Well to be fair, it's falls count anywhere! Veronica or Amy could be pinned on the roof of the building and it'd still count!

The element of surprise has worn off and Veronica is starting to fight back against Amy as chaos ensues around the Roulette Wheel, it takes her a few minutes but Jasmine manages to find the Roulette Wheel and by extension the brawl and by the time she gets there both women are back on their feet and trading blows until Amy ducks under a wild right hand by Veronica before grabbing the supermodel by the hair and throwing her face first into the Roulette Wheel.

Adams: Ouch, that'll mess with Veronica's make-up!

Simone: If I was Veronica, and thank god, I'm not, make-up would the last thing I'd be worried about after a collision like that!

Veronica stumbles backwards into a Reverse DDT by Amy who goes for the first cover of the match 1.......2.......and Veronica kicks out, rather than argue with Jasmine Amy simply gets back to her feet dragging Veronica up by her hair in the process only for Veronica to rake Amy's eyes stunning the Punk Princess for a few moments and giving the Supermodel a few moments to regroup as she leaves the area where the SCW Roulette Wheel was being kept, eyeing a nearby steel chair that's being occupied by a female stage hand Veronica shoves the stage hand off the chair and grabs it.

Simone: Chris is probably going to have a few words with Veronica over her putting her hands on a non-wrestler like that.

Adams: Unfortunately for the stage hands, in a match like this the only way that they can avoid getting hurt is if they take Rocky's lead and get the hell out of the way! In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if Veronica tried using that as her defense.

Once Amy emerges from the room Veronica drives the chair into her gut doubling Amy over before Veronica drops the chair, grabs Amy's head and drops her face first onto the chair with a DDT! Veronica goes for a cocky cover on Amy not even bothering to hook the leg 1.........2.........and Amy kicks out with ease! Unlike Amy a few moments ago, Veronica gets in Jasmine's face about a slow count pointing out that Amy appears to be down for the count in the process.

Simone: Veronica's ego just got the better of her.

Adams: It's easier to count the times where Veronica's ego HASN'T gotten the best of her!

Jasmine stands her ground so rather than continue to argue Veronica goes for another lazy cover on Amy, this time however Jasmine barely registers the one count before Amy proves that she was playing possum by reversing Veronica's lazy cover into a Victory Star style roll up! 1.......2.......and Veronica kicks out but as soon as she does kick out Amy rolls through and nails her with a Muay Thai kick to the head that knocks Veronica through a loop!

Simone: I felt that kick over here!

Adams: Everyone in the arena did but my question is this, why isn't Amy going for another cover?

Indeed, rather than follow up her move with another pin-attempt Amy picks up the steel chair that Veronica had previously used on her and sits it up specifically telling the stage hand to keep her distance for the next few moments, the stage hand nods and retreats to the room with the Roulette Wheel whilst Veronica gets to her feet, once Veronica gets to her feet Amy runs up the steel chair and uses it as a springboard so that she can hit Veronica with a Hurricanrana! Amy holds on for the cover 1.........2.........and Veronica kicks out!

Simone: First that kick and now that Hurricanrana and yet Veronica refuses to stay down!

Adams: And this is just the fourth match of the show folks, strap yourselves in because you're in for a wild ride!

Amy gives herself a few moments to recatch her breath following her failed pin attempt but unbeknownst to her Veronica has reached down her shirt and produced a bottle of her infamous Veronica's Secret perfume and once both Bombshells are back on their feet Veronica goes to spray it in Amy's eyes but Amy, ironically, sees it coming and ducks out of the way in the nick of time, unfortunately for the stage hand who was retrieving her chair she doesn't see it coming and gets an eyeful of Veronica's perfume!

Simone: Well, if Veronica wasn't already in trouble with Christian she is now!

Adams: Yeah I don't see any justification for that!

Once Amy hears the stage hand's screams of pain her eyes widen before she goes to check on the stage hand who is currently clawing away at her eyes, however Veronica takes advantage of the distraction by grabbing Amy's head from behind and going for the E

ed Out only for Amy to shove her off, Amy in turn goes for the Bad Girl but Veronica ducks out of the way and rushes down a nearby corridor that will lead her to the ringside area.

Simone: Looks like Veronica wants to take this back to the ring!

Adams: Good, less chance of another stage hand getting hurt!

Amy, off course, gives chase to Veronica whilst the other stage hands tend to the one who got an eyeful of Veronica's perfume and it isn't long before Amy catches up to Veronica as she grabs the Supermodel from behind and goes to hit her with a German Suplex only for Veronica to land on her feet and deliver a Suplex off her own, this time a Half-Nelson Suplex and she holds on for the cover 1.......2......and Amy kicks out, Veronica, again, argues with Jasmine but she is having none of it so Veronica grabs Amy and throws her through a nearby door which she follows her through as does Jasmine and the camera crew, it's then that we see what room they've entered.

Simone: The brawl has spread to the men's bathroom, I could make a political joke about a certain state but I won't!

Adams: Well, I did say that the match could go anywhere and that includes the bathrooms.

The bathroom is mostly occupied by male stage hands who flee once they see the carnage that has spread to the bathroom but eventually Veronica gets the upperhand and starts making her way towards the stalls, she opens one and promptly closes it when she sees that Steve Ramone is about to receive a blowjob from his fiance Kaylee so she instead moves to the next one where she holds Amy's head above the toilet seat.

Veronica: Go to where your disgusting music belongs!

As Veronica says that she shoves Amy's head into the toilet (which, thankfully, had been flushed beforehand) and flushes.

Simone: That is wrong on so many levels.

Adams: I know, right? I never thought I'd see a Swirlee in a wrestling match!

Veronica removes Amy's head from the toilet seat once it has finished flushing and whilst Amy lies on the bathroom floor coughing and spluttering Veronica goes for a cover 1.......2.......and Amy still finds the strength to kick out of the pin attempt! Amy runs a hand down her face before she decides to leave the bathroom and head towards the ringside area clearly hoping to get some time to regroup and replan, she reaches the stands where the crowd is going crazy for the action and she is in the lower sections of the stands.

Amy: Hey Veronica, look up!

Amy's voice rings out and Veronica does so, she gets enough time to mouth "oh shit" before Amy dives from a higher section of the stands, at least twenty feet above Veronica, and hits the Mean Girl with a Suicide Dive that sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Simone: OH, MY GOD!!!!! Amy just risked life and limb to win the title!

Adams: How did she get up there so quickly?!

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

Jasmine is just as stunned as the rest of the audience and the announcers but even more so when Amy is the first to stir and goes for a cover on Veronica 1.......2......and Veronica kicks out! Veronica scrambles to get away as she makes a grab for her perfume again!

Simone: Not this again!

Adams: She's already sprayed a stage hand but a fan? I'm pretty sure that'd be a one-way ticket to the unemployment line for Veronica if she sprayed her perfume in the eyes of a fan!

Veronica turns around perfume bottle in hand.........right into the Bad Girl!

Simone: BAD GIRL! BAD GIRL!

Adams: You sound like your admonishing a female dog but Amy has hit her finisher!

Amy goes for a cover 1.........2.........3!!!!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPION AMY MARSHALL!

Simone: Amy has done it! She is now a two-time Bombshell Roulette Champion!

Adams: What a match! It took place in every area of the arena except the ring!

Amy is handed the title by Jasmine and she celebrates with the fans as Veronica recovers.

---

We cut back to the backstage area as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is standing outside of his private dressing room. Shawna Jennings, his personal assistant, as joined him on one side of him while Pussy Willow has joined him on the other side.

Pussy: Travis, are you nervous?

Travis looks at Pussy while shaking his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Nervous? Did you seriously just ask me that stupid question? Do you have any idea of who you are talking to Pussy? I'm guessing you don't so let me remind you. My name is Travis Nathaniel Andrews. I am The Phenomenon that will stop at nothing to send a message to everyone on the roster.

Pussy: What is that message exactly?

Travis lifts his hands high into the air as Shawna Jennings steps into the picture more.

Shawna Jennings: Wow, you really are that ignorant huh. Mr. Andrews doesn't have to reveal anything about his message. It would appear people tend to make him the butt of all jokes but after tonight. He will be the one who gets the last laugh. He will be the one will teach that old timer a lesson he soon will never forget.

Travis places a hand on Shawna's shoulder as she refocuses herself onto the clipboard in her hands.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You see Pussy. I am anything but nervous. I am ready to send that retired bastard to the retirement home for good. I am more than ready to shut the naysayers up. People want to doubt me. Well let them. I know how good I am and some time this year I will be a champion. Until that day comes, I will continue to slam any challenge. I will continue to prove that I am not a fluke. I will be the one who is laughing. I will be the one who continues to make heatwaves even without being a champion. I will once again prove that I am Mr. SCW.

Pussy nods her head saracastically as Travis notices it. He gives another shake of his head while turning to walk away.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Why am I not surprised? You are just like them Pussy. You show me no respect. Well, that is just fine because who needs the respect of a two penny hooker anyway.

Travis starts to walk out of the shot as Shawna gives one final look at Pussy.

Shawna Jennings: Interview is over.

Shawna follows Travis down the hallway as Pussy just rolls her eyes while the cameras cut away.

---

The scene opens backstage outside the Men's Bathroom sometime after the match between Amy Marshall and Veronica Taylor ended with Amy winning the Bombshell Roulette Championship from Veronica in a Falls Count Anywhere Match that took the two Bombshells all over the building, including the men's bathroom, that, however is not why we are outside the bathroom as we see Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk standing outside the bathroom with awkward looks on their faces.

Cyrus: You'd think the stage hands would complain about a woman being in the bathroom even before the Fall's Count Anywhere Match brought Amy and Veronica here.

Andreas: Let's be honest, if the stage hands where paying attention to Steve and Kaylee before they went in that stall it was because they were checking out Kaylee's ass.

Cyrus nods in resignation just before the door to the men's bathroom opens and Steve and Kaylee step out apparently having finished the blowjob from earlier despite Veronica's brief interruption, when Steve sees Andreas and Cyrus he frowns.

Steve: I thought I told you to not come looking for us because Kaylee wanted to give me a blowjob?

Cyrus: That was before Veronica found you two in the Men's Bathroom.

Andreas: Seriously, did Ms. Rocky Mountains walking in on you two in the Women's Bathroom a few months ago, teach you nothing?

Kaylee: Yeah, it taught us not to have anal sex in front of the mirror because of increased chances of getting caught.

Andreas: Not what I meant!

Kaylee: I know but at least we got to finish what we started this time! Mostly because I hadn't even undone Steve's fly when Veronica opened the door.

Andreas sighs and Cyrus shakes his head.

Cyrus: Look, we know that it's pretty much pointless to try to talk you two out of having sex in public, that time where Kaylee had sex with another woman on SCW TV kind off threw that idea out the window, but you do have a Roulette Title Match coming up soon so it might be good for you to get your trash talk done, we'll go on ahead.

Steve: And in the words of Bevis and Butthead, hehe, you said head.

Cyrus shakes his head before leading Andreas and Kaylee away, Steve spends a few moments checking out Kaylee's ass until she is out of sight so he walks behind them and does his promo as he does.

Steve: Two years ago, at the first Inception I took part in the match that finally drove the nail in the coffin of the NXT stable, it might not have seemed that way heading in but my incompetent tag team partners led to me being the man I am today! Now Ryan, you weren't in the company at the time but I was nowhere near the Roulette Title, I wasn't even in the damn tournament! But a lot can change in two years and tonight will be the night that I make up for my mistakes against you when I take back my Roulette Championship!

Steve walks off as the scene fades.

---

Justin: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first....

The arena lights drop down as one single golden spotlight shines down onto the stage. Boos are beginning to grow as a video package begins to play on the screen. The boos get a little louder as "Blurry" strikes up over the speakers. Several gold lights begin to flicker throughout the arena as Travis Nathaniel Andrews steps through the curtain wearing his signature golden trench coat with his trademark sunglasses over his eyes. Not to far behind him is his personal assistant Shawna Jennings who is carrying her trusty clipboard. Both individuals stop at the top of the ramp while basking in the loud chorus of boos. Travis as his arms stretched out towards the ceiling while showing off a smile.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring being accompanied by his personal assistant Shawna Jennings, from Las Vegas, Nevada, he weighed in at two hundred and forty one pounds. He stands six feet two inches tall, he is the Must See Superstar and the true Mr. SCW, please welcome TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS

Travis continues to smirk while walking shoulder to shoulder with his assistant down the ramp. Every other step she looks up from her clipboard and scowls toward the audience. Travis, however, is basking in the negative responses. He hops up onto the ring apron as Shawna uses the ring steps. He enters the ring followed by her. He walks toward the far turnbuckle, stands on it while opening his arms up while mouthing "You're welcome" which garners more boos. He turns around, removes his trench coat and proceeds to lie across the turnbuckle while waiting.

Justin: And his opponent....

The dark beat of "Painful" by SIN drums out across the arena as the entire arena is cast into darkness. The crowd waits in silent anticipation as first one single red light flashes on above the ring, then one by one, more are lit along the entrance aisle, until they reach the stage where a fiery explosion of red pyros erupts from the stage floor, engulfing the tall, dark shadow standing atop the center of the stage. The red lights surround the SCW-Tron above and as the pyros die down, the red lights brighten and there stands Synn himself, clad in an ankle-length trench coat of black leather and his trademark metallic red shades.

Justin: From From the Inner Depths of Human Emotion, weighing two hundred and eighty two pounds, he is Synn!

The majority of the fans boo viciously at his entrance although there is a hardcore following of fans, who cheer him loyally. Synn ignores everyone along his path to the ring, as he walks up the metal ring steps and onto the apron. With one last look out to the "synners," he steps over the top rope and inside of the squared circle.

DING DING DING!

The two men circle each other, looking across at each other.

Simone: This match was born out of an attack Travis made on Synn.

Adams: Not many people are brave enough to lay their hands on Synn, but Travis is one of them. Just don't tell him I said that or he'll brag about it for months.

The two men quickly lock up, Synn quickly using his weight advantage and forcing Travis to his knees. Travis pushes his way back to his feet and lifts a leg, planting it in to Synn's knee, forcing his to break the lock up. The crowd boo as Travis steps in with an elbow, catching Synn on the jaw and rocking him backwards. Travis follows in with a punch and forces Synn back against the ropes before grabbing his wrist and whipping him off the ropes. Travis moves in to the middle of the ring as Synn bounces back. Synn attempts a clothesline but Travis ducks and drops Synn down with a neckbreaker, before sitting up and looking around the crowd with an arrogant smirk, drawing boos.

Adams: Synn has not wrestled a singles competitive match for a long time.

Travis gets to his feet and pulls Synn with him, locking his wrists under his arms and lifting him over with a double wrist lock belly to belly suplex!

Simone: Designer's choice!

Adams: How did Travis lift a man that out weighs him by over forty pounds?

Travis returns to his feet as he looks at Synn, getting on to his knees. Travis moves in as Synn gets on to his feet and hooks him up, lifting him over with a northern lights suplex, keeping his shoulders pinned to the canvas! Holly drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Synn kicks out!

Simone: Synn started slow here tonight, and Travis is taking full advantage of it.

Adams: Synn is just getting used to the pace of the match, as I said Belly, it' been a while.

Travis pulls Synn to his feet, but Synn nails him with a sharp shot the the jaw, rocking him backwards, causing the fans to cheer. Travis moves back towards Synn but Synn nails him with another shot to the jaw and pulls his head in close. He ducks down quick, grabbing Travis by the waist and lifts him up, throwing him down with a dominator, driving the must see superstar's body in to the canvas. A smiles crosses Synn's face.

Adams: Synn starting to feel like his old self again

Synn waits for Travis to get up. As Travis gets to his knees, Synn charges at him and plants a big boot to the side of his head, knocking Travis down to the canvas.

Simone: Synn is growing in confidence as the match goes on.

Travis slowly gets to his feet and Synn moves in behind him and picks him up, disorentating him by spinning him around and lifting him in the air with a military press. Synn steps forward and drops Travis on to his face. Travis instinctively bounces up, stumbling in a circle holding his midsection as Synn takes a few steps back. Synn charges at Travis, catching him with a clothesline from hell, causing Travis to flip in the air and land face first! Synn drops to his knees, rolling Travis on to his back and goes for the pin and Holly drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Travis forces a shoulder up!

Simone: That move would have taken out a rhino.

Adams: That poor Rhino

Synn picks Travis up and whips him hard in to the corner before following in with a charging clothesline, but Travis puts his foot up, and Synn runs face first in to it before stumbling away. Travis steps out of the corner and waits for Synn to turn around and jumps, catching Synn on the jaw with a shuffle side kick!

Adams: Smash talk!

Synn hits the canvas hard and Travis quickly stomps on him and lifts him to his feet and catches him with a hard shot to the jaw, knocking him quickly to the canvas once more. Travis reaches down, pulling Synn back to his feet and pokes his thumb in to Synn's eye, drawing a warning from Holly.

Adams: Booooooooooo, cheat! Cheat!

Travis ignores her and Synn turns his back on Travis, who quickly runs his finger tips down his back, scratching in to Synn's back. Travis stays on the attack, pulling Synn's arm through his own leg and lifting him up with a pumphandle, before dropping him in to a shoulder breaker!

Adams: How the hell does Travis keep lifting a man of Synn's size? I think we need to drug test him!

Travis pulls himself on top of Synn and goes for the cover as Holly drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Synn just kicks out!

Simone: Travis thought he had that one then.

Adams: I think I did too.

Travis pounds the mat in frustration, looking around the crowd outside the ring. Travis picks up Synn and whips him in to the corner. Travis charges towards Synn and jumps in the air, attempting a corner splash but Synn side steps and Travis crashes in to the corner.

Adams: I think the ring just moved half an inch

As Travis stumbles out, Synn grabs him by the back of the head and spins him around, lifting him up and dropping him with a spinebuster, driving Travis in to the mat. Synn sits for a few seconds before bringing himself to his feet and waiting for Travis to return to his. As he does and moves towards Synn, Synn grabs him and lifts him up with a tilt a whirl backbreaker, driving his knee in to Travis' spine!

Adams: Now that looked like it hurt.

As Travis gets on to his knees, Synn charges at him and catches him with a knee to the face, folding Travis over in half. Synn drops a leg across Travis' chest as he's folded up. Synn pulls himself to his feet and waits for Travis to return to his feet. Synn kicks him hard in the gut, and pulls him in a suplex position. Synn lifts Travis in the air and drops him down with a falcon arrow!

Simone: This is shades of the old Synn.

Adams: I knew the old Synn, it's not the old Synn till he starts playing grab ass

Synn rolls on top of Travis and Holly drops down to make the count

1...
2....

Travis just about forces a shoulder up!

Adams: Wow!

Synn looks at the referee and pulls himself to his feet. He looks around the crowd and starts to stalk Travis as he returns to his feet. He grabs Travis by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes. As Travis comes bouncing back, Synn takes a quick step back and locks on the sleeper hold.

Simone: Synn is wearing him down!

Adams: But Travis has the wrist!

Indeed before Synn can lock the move in full, Travis grabs hold of Synn's wrist and spins behind him and locks Synn in a full nelson.

Simone: Could Travis be looking to end this one!

Synn uses his power to break out of the hold and spins around towards Travis, kicking him in the gut.

Adams: Synn is out of it.

Synn lifts Travis up and drops him with a vertebreaker!

Simone: Purgatory!

Synn looks towards the top rope and moves towards it.

Adams: Oh my God! If he does what I think he's gonna do, this place is gonna light up!

Synn pulls himself on to the top rope before quickly jumping back with a moonsault!

Adams: The End Times!

Simone: I can't believe I just saw a man of Synn's size do that!

Synn stays on top as Holly drops down to make the count

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Synn!

Adams: I can't believe what I've seen, that match was awesome.

Simone: Synn picks up a very hard earned victory tonight.

Adams: And he done it in style.

Simone: Maybe next time, Travis will think twice before he attacks.

---

The scene shifts to the backstage area to see Dax Beckett standing with a microphone in his hand. He is wearing a tan suede suit jacket and jeans to match, with no shirt so that his tattoos on his chest and stomach are exposed. His hair has fallen partially over his face as he tightens the scarf around his neck. He looks over to his left to see Song standing by with a microphone in her right hand with a bottle of RC Cola on her left hand. She is wearing blue jeans and black T-shirt with the picture of Erik Staggs in the front. She has her hair in a ponytail while wearing a black SCW Crew hat wih her SCW Bombshell title around her waist.

Dax: Welcome everyone to Inception II, brought to you by Sin City Wrestling. It is the first Super Card of the year, and fuck, is it loaded...

Song smiles at Dax then looks at the camera.

Song: And this part of the program is brought to you by RC Cola!

Song looks at Dax again.

Song: Here hold this.

Song hands Dax her microphone. She then opens her RC Cola bottle and takes a drink. She smiles at the camera.

Song: Yummy!!

Song takes the cap and tosses out. Dax hands her back her Microphone

Song: Thank you Mr. Beckett

Song and Dax both turn to face the camera.

Song: As Dax was saying this card is stacked, or loaded as he put it.

Dax: Every title is on the line, some feuds are just beginning, while others are coming to a head... or just being ignored. Hashtag Bad Boys Gone Get It... eventually.

Dax looks at the camera for a moment, silently, blinking before he smirks at Song. He pops the top of a can of RC Cola as he takes a sip.

Dax: Cha-ching! I mean... so, we are here in celebration of the official start of the Year of the Fire Rooster... next week... but hey, we're closer than we were the first time, right?

Song: Yes None of of will be here when it starts so on that note, I want to wish you Dax...

Song turns to Dax and gives him a bow

Song: (Gongxi facai) 'Happiness and prosperity!'

Song turns back at the camera and takes a bow to the fans.

Song: (Xinnian hao) 'New Year goodness!'

Dax: Thank you for that, Song. Now we have a stacked card, so we kinda have to measure up now, don't we? Well how about this for starters? SCW Hall of Famer, Spike Staggs!

Crowd: *Pop!*

The camera moves over to the side to reveal the darkly dressed former two time SCW and NEWA World Champion, Spike Staggs. Spike shakes hands with Dax Beckett, before giving a kind and friendly bow to Song. Dax reaches into the nearby cooler, handing an RC Cola to Spike who graciously accepts.

Spike: Thank you very much for having me.

Song: Thank you for being here. At the start of this new year, what do you think is in store for SCW?

Spike: You can take my opinion with a grain of salt, because I'm apparently past my prime according to some, but I see a massive explosion coming to tag team wrestling for both the Stars and the Bombshells. You've got two amazing teams leading the divisions in Jet City and The Female Elders.

Dax: Kissing up to the hosts will get you... everywhere.

Spike: I'm being serious. The champions we have representing the tag divisions simultaneously are the best that I believe we have ever had. Two very solid teams, but you've got your work cut out for you with such threats as Justice League, Bad Boys, Mean Girls, and the list just keeps on growing by the day. I'm going to say that this scene will definitely explode this year.

Dax: You heard it here first, from the mouth of a legend. Bad Boys are going to implode. Okay, okay, tag wrestling is on the rise...

Song: But the bombshell tag team div is where its at!!

Song taps on her Bombshell tag team title. Dax nods his head as Spike shrugs his shoulders as he shakes hands with the hosts before walking off.

Dax: Next up, we thought we could get a few words with the hottest topic in the male championship circle... Roulette Champion, Ryan Keys!

The crowd cheers once more as the camera focuses on Ryan, standing with his Roulette Championship. Dax reaches into the nearby cooler and pulls out an RC Cola, handing it to the champ, his eyes resting momentarily on the title belt.

Dax: Ryan, what do you think SCW can expect in 2017?

Keys: To kiss goodbye to the censors, because there is no shame in what we do. And some can prove that. I can prove that right now actually.

Song nods in agreement

Song: I agree but lets not, at least not now, Mr. Keys!!

Keys: So no RC Cola bath,probably for the best, my gear is see-through, but I will drink it. Hell, with the night we are having why not kick back? We had the one and only Spike Staggs here, along with great hosts so this year can only get better. Has I like to say, let the roulette keep spinning.

Song: The truth is we started this a few weeks back to talk about the new year to come. Dax and I signed up to do just that and we just winged it all but here is the truth. You see Dax will be a champion in some shape or form in 2017. No one saw Alana and myself becoming the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions.

Song looks at Ryan and points at his Roulette Title.

Song: No one saw Ryan winning the Roulette title, No one saw Polly winning the SCW Internet Title. What is in stored for SCW and its fans for 2017. Simple what was looked at as the future has become the right now. Were just getting started.

He shifts the title on his shoulder and smiles. Taking a sip of his soda he nods his head at Song's words. Camera zooms out just a bit and to Dax's right we now see the other Bombshell Tag Team Champion Alana Allure. Crowd begins to boo a bit at Alana.

Alana: That would have sounded better coming from my mouth but then the fans would just boo not getting the message.

The crowd boos a bit louder

Song: Alana don't you start now.

Alana: Oh relax, I came here because I need Dax to help me with something.

Alana turns to look at Dax

Alana: Someone got cute and moved a RC Cola machine in front of the Elders locker room and I need to get in there.

Song raises a eyebrow, Ryan turns to look at Alana wanting to laugh. Dax just bust out laughing. Song playfully smacks Dax on the chest.

Song: Laughing a bit to hard there buddy, you did that didn't you?

Ryan starts laughing as does Song.

Dax: I... Damn yeah it was me, I did it thinking Song had to get in there first, it was just a joke, I'll move it now.

Song: Hey good luck in your match Ryan.

Keys: Thanks, I need to go get ready for that now.

Ryan leaves the camera shot walking past Song. As Dax and Alana leave the other way. The camera focuses on just Song.

Song: So 2017 the year of rooster. In SCW it's the year of their young stars. Ryan gets to prove just that. As long as he is the Roulette Champion you fans won't have to worry about Steve holding the belt. The pressure on this young champ here is a lot The Bombshell tag team champs asked for teams to come back or get a start in SCW, were seeing that now. You got Dax in the Blast from the Past Tournament. When he wins it he will get a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

The camera moves slightly to catch Tim Staggs walking into the shot, dressed as Arkham style Joker, almost unaware of the camera for a moment. He turns toward the camera and nods his head. Crowd pops!!

Tim: Sup?

Song bows at Tim

Song: Hello, I um hmm, So sorry, I'm speechless right now.

Song goes to the cooler and grabs a RC Cola.

Song: Would you like a RC Cola Mr. Staggs?

Tim: I'll never turn down a delicious RC Cola... can I cash in on that sponsorship? No? Why so serious, Song?

Song with her left eyebrow raised looks at Tim. She lowers the eyebrow and gives out a smirk

Song: Well, it's not my deal, I was able to get in on the deal. Someone in SCW found out how much I love RC Cola and hooked me up.

Tim: Well, all I can say is that...

Tim is cut off by the interruption of Delia Darling, dressed to the nines in today's finest fashions. Crowd boos!

Delia: It is immaterial what you s'ink, or anyone s'inks... what is important is z'at 2017 is not z'e year of z'e rooster. It is z'e year of z'e Mean Girls, and all Bombshell Champions... had better watch z'eir backs...

Delia taps on Song's Bombshell Tag Title belt before reaching into the cooler and pulling out the can. She does a provocative pose with it before disappearing off camera.

Tim: I'm pretty sure it is the year of the rooster, and not the year of the insufferable bitch...

Crowd: OOOHHHH!!!!!!!

Song: Tim, what she and the rest of the "Darlings" need to understand is that Alana and I, The Elders welcome all competition.

Tim: Well best of luck against those two, because they are a shiny pink wrecking ball... and by that, I mean they are cold, hard, and dense A F. They couldn't carry a match if it was tucked away in their Prada handbags. This year, big things are in store for SCW... possibly even a return of the third generation Red Lightning...

Camera cuts off.

---

The camera returns to the Surf Boys, on the hunt for autographs.

Narly: So far, we've seen no one dude. I think they're all playing hide and go seek.

The two stop outside a door, strange noises on the other side.

Radical: What is that dude?

Narly: It sounds like a monkey choking.

Radical's eyes go wide.

Radical: We must save the monkey!

The two slowly open the door and peer inside, their heads turning to the right, then to the left, then straightening up. The voice of Steve Ramone can be heard behind the door

Steve: God dammit! Why doesn't anyone knock around here?

The Surf Boys move their heads back out of the door, as a zipper can be heard being pulled up. After a few seconds, the door opens to show Steve Ramone and Kaylee.

Steve: What do you two idiots want?

Narly: We thought a monkey was getting choked dude, and we wanted to save it.

Radical: Sha! Should always save the monkeys.

Steve looks at the duo with anger in his eyes.

Narly: But while we got you here dude, can we totes have your autographs?

Steve: You expect me to give you an autograph after you cockblock me!

Kaylee: As if Veronica nearly interrupting us during her match with Amy wasn't bad enough.

Steve: Come on babe, there's gotta be a more secluded spot where we can fuck!

Steve storms past the two and Narly and Radical look at each other.

Narly: Did you see the size of those coconuts?

Radical: Sha! They would totes knock you out if they fell out of a tree and hit you on the head.

The duo nod in agreement and wander off in search of more SCW stars.

---

Over at the backstage area we see a rather nervous looking Ryan Keys searching around some crates and boxes. He looks all ready to go in his pure white ring gear with a Roulette design on them just for this occasion. Though something was missing. As he crouches down under a crafts table Pussy Willow walks up from behind dressed beautifully for this special night. She curiously watches him before tapping him on the shoulder.

Pussy: Hey Keys!

With the sudden touch and the shout of his name Ryan jumps and bumps his head loudly against the bottom of the table, followed by an audible hiss in pain as he gets to his feet with a pained look on his face while rubbing the area on the back of his head.

Keys: Ow... What was that for? You gotta warn a guy before you sneak up on him like that.

Pussy: I'm sorry. You looked like you were looking for something, so I thought I would offer to help.

Recovering back from the pain on his head rather quickly Ryan starts to look nervous again. Looking around he rests his hands on his hips and tries to figure out something in his head before he speaks.

Keys: Aw... no.. not exactly looking for something. I haven't lost anything. I don't plan to either, that's why I am here to compete tonight.

Pussy doesn't buy it, but she humors him a bit. It's already obvious that something is missing on him. Getting that Ryan was quick to mention his match tonight she might as well get some answers out of him.

Pussy: I see. You have been on a mini roll against Steve Ramone, and even managed to get your first title here on SCW. Now we have heard how you feel about it, but how do you feel having your first title defense?

He looked even more nervous the more Pussy mention the word title. Ryan clears his throat and pushes his thoughts aside to answer.

Keys: I feel great. It's very weird being on the other side for a change, usually it's me out there fighting to get something. But nothing has really changed. I'm still going to go out there and fight the only way I know how.

Pussy: What about Steve? He's been calling you a thief for getting his title not too long ago, and been making all these theories about you, James, Mark Ward and several other members of the staff.

Ryan finally smiles and chuckles a bit at the mention about Steve's "Conspiracy Theories". Relaxing himself he shrugs and plays with the straps on his ring gear.

Keys: If anybody around here can tell you something it's to not trust anything Steve says.... Unless it's about his sex life. I've asked and you don't want to know what he does... he almost makes Chris Shipman sound normal. But him calling me a thief? That's just crazy. I'm not a decent guy, I'll give him that, but I'm not a thief. If i was I would have been thrown out before even getting a contract.

Though the way Ryan got his contract was a bit shady. Details aside he was here as a wrestler, and a good one at that. Taking a few deep breaths he doesn't know what to think about when it comes to the others.

Keys: Steve Ramone is just paranoid. Talking out his ass is the closest thing he's done to doing damage to anybody around here. I won my title fair and square, while he got help to lose his. Now he's just barking excuses to anybody who's willing to listen to crazy conspirators. I can admit, if he had a megaphone and a sign that said that "the world is ending because I am not a champion" I would sit there and listen to him. Wouldn't you?

Pussy only smiled and held back a laugh. She got her answer, but all the time Ryan was speaking she was reminding herself that Ryan does not have the Roulette title on him. A question she desperately wanted to ask.

Pussy: I would listen actually. It would be pretty funny. But even after all of that you are forgetting something.

Keys: Oh, yeah... About how history record. Listen, listen.... Listen. The only crime I have done is by entertaining other people. And it's not even a crime. Here in vegas people do it all the time if they want money and working on a pole is...

Pussy: No, no. I wasn't asking about that. I meant that you are forgetting that you have to shoot a segment of you next to the roulette for your match tonight. Don't you need something for that? Maybe a belt of some kind?

Ryan thought for a moment until the sharp pain on the back of his head came back and he got reminded of what he was looking for a moment ago. The last time he saw his title was at the green room before the show started, and then, poof! It was gone.

Struggling to find his words he mumbles a few un-audible responses and hand gestures before a staff hand came by and dumped the Roulette title in his arms. Telling the young superstar that he was scheduled to be by the wheel in a few moments. In between shock and relief Ryan's face went from nervous to ecstatic.

Keys: Would you look at that. I guess I have everything that I need. Wish me luck.

He smiles brightly while looking down at his title and walking away. Pussy stands shaking her head at the scene that just took place before her. It was going to be a wild Supercard as InceptionII has already gone off with a huge start.

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Justin: The following contest is a bombshell tag team match, introducing first...

Suddenly, the lights go out, and the sound of a rocket flying rips through the air. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of "Immortals" by Fall Out Boy plays over the PA as on the titantron, the four flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness. The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident and dancing to the music. Diamond, Gothika, and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely while Darknyss is sitting center stage in her wheelchair, gesturing out to the crowd. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Diamond and Darknyss. At a combined weight of three hundred and ten pounds, they are Raynin and Gothika, The Fallen!

Diamond, Gothika, and Raynin come back to the center of the stage and pose once more with Darknyss, before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring as Darkness rolls down the ramp slowly. Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Diamond, Raynin and Gothika each walk around till they each are standing in front of one of the sides of the ring. Diamond wiggles her hips a moment, then she lifts her leg high into the air and spins around in a circle before she places it on the ring apron and slithers under the bottom rope. Darknyss stays where she's at, hyping the crowd, as Gothika slides under the bottom rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope. Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Diamond leans dances goes from one side of the ring dancing and leaning over the rope, blowing crystal dust at the crowd, and Darknyss rolls around the outside of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding and clapping. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and they all come to stand in the center of the ring as Darknyss rolls over to her team's corner, waiting for the match to start...

Justin: And their opponents...

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. Once Evie hits the bottom of the ramp her theme cuts off the PA System as she Aussie Bombshell looks up at The Fallen inside the ring a loud BANG is heard alerting everyone in the arena.

Adams: Jesus Christ!!

Simone: Are you okay there Jason?

"Shake it off" by Taylor Swift quickly starts to bop away through the speakers before Miss Minnie is seen walking through the black curtains. She is dressed as a Mini Evie in a long black coat that drags on the ground behind her. The fans are in stitches while Evie looks over her shoulder disgusted at what she is witnessing.

Justin: And making her professional wrestling debut, she is the personal Assistant to Hot Stuff Mark Ward, She is Miss Minnie.

Miss Minnie starts to walk towards the ring all pumped up ready for her debut match, meanwhile her large black hoodie is cutting off her sight and the midget gets off course. As Miss Minnie almost takes a stage drive she is quickly saved by the camera man who points her back on path. Miss Minnie makes her way down beside Evie and as she goes to high well low five her partner Evie walks off leaving her hanging. Miss Minnie shrugs her shoulders and goes over towards the steel steps looking to climb up them however Evie stands in her way guarding them.

Simone: what's going on here?

Evie points to the ring apron and reminds Miss Minnie that if she can't get in the ring without using the steps she can't play the game. Miss Minnie makes her way over towards the middle of the ring apron and attempts to climb into the ring.

Adams: This is going to take all night, look how little her legs are, she can't even reach the ropes.

Miss Minnie jumps reaching for the ropes which she captures on the 3rd attempt and the little lady starts to pull herself up onto the apron. Evie watches on from the corner before the Aussie makes a bold move. She rushes over towards Miss Minnie and drivers her knee into her face sending the midget flying backwards onto the hard unforgiving flooring. The fans let off a prominent boo towards Evie.

Adams: She just sent Miss Minnie flying...

Simone: What a disgusting act by the Aussie.

Evie looks down at Miss Minnie for a second before a sarcastic smile draws up on her face. The PA system goes quiet and Evie makes her way into the ring to face off with The Fallen. She demands that the referee starts this match as she can handle them both on their own.

Adams: Evie obviously thinks she can get the job done alone?

Simone: Mark Ward is going to be so pissed off and Evie just doesn't seem to care.

Evie and Gothika are in a headed stare off, while Raynin is closing in behind the Aussie. Just as it looks like all three ladies are going to lock horns the screen behind them bu

es to life with the image of Hot Stuff's face live from his office on it.

HS: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE EVIE!!!! You think you out smarted me huh? Did you really think I wouldn't be watching your match? Knowing that you would pull something disgusting like this? Look at poor Miss Minnie... you sent her flying.

Hot Stuff holds back his laughter that was building before he continued.

HS: This isn't how tonight is going to happen Evie... you see I promised the fans a tag team match and that's what they are going to get... if not I'll be cancelling this match. To prove to you, that you don't just get to make your own rules. I make the rules around here... and well if you don't find another tag team partner within five seconds, consider yourself suspended and this will go down as a loss against your name...

The intense look on Mark Ward's face said it all as he brought his hand up and showed five fingers, then four, then three, then two... Evie was looking at the screen livid as he held up one finger but before he could drop it all the lighting in the arena cut off before "Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?" as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system. The fans jump out of their seats from excitement.

Adams: It can't be...

Simone: I thought she was pregnant?

"Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me" as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette's dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. The SCW fans are going wild as the lighting comes back to show that it is in fact Odette Stevens.

Simone: Holy Shit!

Adams: Never in a million years...

Odette takes in the moment before she charges her way down towards the ring. She slides into it under the bottom rope before she jumps up to her feet. The former SCW Bombshell Champion makes her way up beside Evie and the two exchange a high five, the smug look on Evie's face says it all. Odette turns her attention to The Fallen, getting straight up into their faces sending the crowd into a frenzy state of cheers.

DING DING DING

Raynin and Odette start in the ring as Evie and Gothika leave.

Adams: I can't believe I'm about to see Odette Stevens back in an SCW ring! And she's starting it off!

Simone: It's been a long time since she has laced up those boots

Raynin strikes first, unphased by Odette's presence and catches her with a stinging with a stinging right hand but Odette brushes it off and pushes Raynin backwards with a huge shove. Raynin bounces back first off the ropes and charges towards Odette, sliding under the returning bombshells legs. Raynin springs to her feet and quickly hits a low dropkick to the back of the knee of Odette, taking her down to one knee. Raynin quickly gets to her feet and bounces off the ropes, sliding down as she returns and planting Odette's head in to the canvas with a sliding bulldog.

Simone: Welcome back to SCW, Odette.

Odette lays on the mat face first and Raynin gets back to her feet. Raynin quickly drops a leg across Odette's head, crushing her skull in to the canvas.

Simone: Raynin is really taking it to Odette.

Raynin waits for Odette to return to her knees and bounces off the ropes. As she comes shooting back, she jumps in the air and catches Odette with a shining wizard, catching her on the jaw and knocking Odette backwards. Raynin stands next to Odette, her back to her and jumps over with a standing moonsault. Odette lays flat and Raynin attempts a pin. Jacob drops down and counts

1...
2....

Odette pushes out, throwing Raynin in the air.

Adams: There's a determined woman.

Odette gets to her feet as does Raynin and Odette charges towards her with a running clothesline. Raynin ducks out of the way and Odette turns around. Raynin jumps up for a hurricanruna but Odette drops her down in a sit down powerbomb!

Simone: She pulled that one out of nowhere!

Odette gets back to her feet as Raynin starts to crawl away. Odette roughly pulls Raynin to her feet and grabs her wrist. She pulls in Raynin, grabbing her head and hooking her up, pulling her down with a swinging neckbreaker. Odette grabs on to her wrist and pulls Raynin back up to her feet and whips her off the ropes. As she comes flying back, Odette drops her head and lifts Raynin over with a backbody drop, Raynin flying high in the air and crashing down on her back. Odette lifts Raynin back to her feet, steps back, waiting for just a second. Odette swings her leg and nails Raynin in the jaw with a chick kick! Odette drops down and pins Raynin's shoulder down to the canvas and Jacob drops down and counts

1...
2....

Raynin throws a shoulder up.

Adams: Raynin kicks out.

Odette walks over, putting her hand out and tagging in Evie. As Evie pulls Raynin to her feet but as she does, Raynin grabs Evie by the head and drops her down with a jawbreaker. Raynin crawls over to Gothika, reaching her hand out and tagging in her partner. Gothika charges towards Evie as she gets to her feet, Evie ducking Gothika's clothesline and both women charging towards the opposite ropes. Gothika ducks under Evie's clothesline and both continue to run and bounce off the ropes again. The two bounce back to the center of the ring and Gothika spins around Evie with a crucifix attempt but Evie jumps and flips forward and crushes Gothika with a senton.

Adams: Smart thinking from Evie.

Evie stands up and Gothika quickly follows her to her feet. As Gothika comes close, Evie quickly nails her with a dropkick, sending Gothika to the canvas. Gothika gets back to her feet, holding her head and turns around in to a waiting Evie. Evie jumps up and grabs hold of Gothika's head and lifts her over with a release belly to belly suplex, sending Gothika flying across the ring. Gothika again slowly gets to her feet and Evie charges at her, grabbing her head as she moves past and running her to the ropes, and throwing her through, holding on to her hair and leaving her hanging on the ropes. Evie drops backwards and nail her with a dangerous falling DDT. Gothika stays on the floor breathing hard and Evie moves towards the ropes and steps through. She grabs the top rope, and jumps over with a slingshot foot stomp, landing on Gothika's chest! Evie scrambles on top and Jacob drops down and counts

1...
2....

Gothika kicks out.

Adams: I thought Evie would be scraping vampire off her shoe for weeks after that.

Evie gets to her feet and pulls Gothika up to her feet but Gothika cuts her off with an elbow to the midsection and runs to the ropes. As Gothika bounces back, she jumps forward and catches Evie with a spear! Evie rolls away and both get to their feet but Gothika catches Evie with a kick to the gut and jumps in the air, catching Evie's head dropping her down with a huge facebuster! Gothika pulls Evie to her feet, standing in front of her, and places a hand on her head before stepping to one side and jumping up with a shuffle side kick, causing Evie to instantly hold her face. Gothika returns to her feet and moves to the corner. She jumps up on the top rope and faces the ring. She jumps off, nailing Evie with a Houston Hangover legdrop. Gothika quickly goes for a pin. Jacob drops down and counts

1...
2....

Evie spins her shoulder up.

Simone: Gothika took a huge chance and it almost paid off.

Gothika pulls Evie to her feet and whips her at the rope. Gothika waits for Evie to come back, but as Evie gets close, she jumps out of the way, avoiding the attack from Gothika and towards her corner, reaching out and to Gothika's disappointment, tagging Odette in to the match!

Adams: Odette back in the ring!

Gothika moves her corner, tagging in Raynin. Odette steps through the ropes and towards the center of the ring but Raynin pulls herself to the top rope as Odette gets closer and jumps off with a flying elbow smash, taking Odette off her feet. Raynin jumps back on her feet and pulls Odette quickly and roughly to her feet. She takes Odette by the arm and pulls her in with a short arm clothesline but Odette ducks under, moving behind her. As Raynin turns around, Odette jumps up and crashes her with an enziguri to the side of the head.

Simone: Oh damn.

Odette looks towards the top rope and quickly moves towards it!

Simone: Is she going to...

Adams: I don't know but if she is, then get your cameras read folks!

Odette pulls herself up and dives off with a 450 splash!

Adams: OD Spiral!

Odette stays on top, and hooking the leg and Jacob drops down and counts as Evie charges in the ring and jumping towards Gothika.

1...
2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match, Evie Baang and Odette Stevens!

Adams: What a shocking return from Odette Stevens, and picking up a huge win.

Simone: If this team is gonna be a regular thing, the rest of the division better be very weary.

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The camera pans backstage to see Chelsea Payne. She is already in her ring gear in a backstage hallway of the Gold Coast Casino. She is warming up by stretching, jumping from one foot to the other, a serious look on her face. The former Bombshell Champion, Mikah is seen walking down the hallway with her eyes focused on her phone. She runs her fingers through her straight blonde locks, her eyes still on her phone and only glances up when she's about ready to run into Chelsea.

Mikah: Fuck.

She looks at the newer Bombshell and raises an eyebrow at her.

Mikah: Preparing for your match?

Mikah places one hand on her hip, the other still holding her phone. She was sporting her purple and silver attired but had a J2Hism cut off shirt over the top. A smile curls over the younger woman's face.

Chelsea: Despite the fact that it's first blood, I still want to be limber. When women like Sammi are at the end of their rope, they can be unpredictable and desperate. I will be prepared for anything she tries to come at me with.

Chelsea's expression softens.

Chelsea: Everything okay? From what I've seen of you, it's not like you to get distracted and bump into people

Mikah just shrugs her shoulders before putting her phone inside of her top to get it out of view. She glances around the area before looking at the younger woman.

Mikah: Everything is just peachy.

She frowns a bit at the own word that had came out of her mouth.

Mikah: That sounded fucking stupid. Everything is fine as usual.

She just shrugs her shoulders again before looking at Chelsea and smirking a bit.

Mikah: For what it's worth, her head hasn't been in the game for a long time and it should be fun to do whatever you have to do to win.

Chelsea beams.

Chelsea: Glad to know I wasn't imagining it. The way she swept my accusations under the rug and just threw the word bully at me left me... disappointed.

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Chelsea: I expected more... fire. Something. Not what I got. I am someone that wants a fight from her opponents, not... that... whatever that was.

She gives a soft chuckle.

Chelsea: I still think you have set the bar for the other bombshells.

Mikah smirks a bit, the arrogant look crossing over her facial features easily.

Mikah: I'm glad somebody likes to think that. There are other people that don't find that to be very true.

She rolls her eyes, unamused with that thought herself.

Mikah: But don't worry, not everybody can be as bright as you and I.

She grins at Chelsea, the arrogant look in her eyes still. She glances around the hallway before leaning against the wall.

Mikah: However, at least Sammi doesn't like to throw insults about your personal life around on camera. Apparently, that's all one of my opponents has on me.

She laughs a little bitterly at the thought herself. Chelsea shakes her head.

Chelsea: I swear people just seem to get more and more petty. I may have ripped apart her career but I didn't say a single thing about her life out there.

She throws a hand out towards the exit door.

Chelsea: She did say she plans on stomping on my dreams though. Doesn't sound like something she should be saying with all her 'kids' watching, does it? I never claimed to be a role model but she tries to play it like she is.

Chelsea shrugs.

Chelsea: But it seems that there are a lot of old things coming up around here that should be euthanized.

Mikah chuckles and shakes her head.

Mikah: Some people like to live in a fantasy world where they believe that everything they say or do is right.

She looks at Chelsea and rolls her eyes at the thought of it.

Mikah: And those are the same people who like to believe that their opinion is a fact and not an opinion. I call those people sheep.

She tilts her head to the right, thinking for a moment.

Mikah: Would you say Sammi fits in that category?

Chelsea: When you don't have facts to back it up? Definitely. There is a new breed of Bombshell. One with pedigree. One with real skills and determination. Unfortunately there are very few of us, but where some say there is power in numbers, it can't make up for intelligent thinking.

Chelsea smiles, nodding her head.

Chelsea: If you ever need... extra support. You can count me in.

She offers a hand to Mikah. Mikah looks at Chelsea's hand and can be seem contemplating the pros and cons in her head, still just staring at the younger Bombshell's hand. It takes her all of a minute before she shakes Chelsea's hand.

Mikah: Thanks, and the same goes to you. Power in numbers or whatever that saying is.

She offers a smile before moving away from the wall.

Mikah: Good luck in your match, hope you win.

Chelsea's eyes light up.

Chelsea: I won't need it, but thank you.

She gives a wink before turning and walking toward the front of the arena. Mikah laughs to herself before pulling her phone back out and turning to walk back in the direction she came from, looking for something or some place.

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The lights in the arena flash around as the fans wave their signs of support for their favorite SCW Stars and Bombshells. They scream and cheer as the spotlight waves over them. After a moment of this, the lights die down and "Bangarang" by Skrillex begins playing over the loudspeakers. The crowd instantly turns to boos as the Bad Boys logo is projected onto the stage. Once the music picks up, two figures emerge from behind the curtains, wearing white hooded jackets with a red "Bad Boys" logo printed on the back. Giani Di Luca holds his arms out to his side as he looks out across the audience through his sunglasses. Mickey Carroll holds his back behind his neck, resting both hands on it as he smirks wickedly. Giani jumps around the stage, rubbing his presence in the faces of the fans before returning to the center. He and Mickey nod at one another as they walk down the ramp, taunting the fans and welcoming their hatred. Once they make it to the head of the ring, they walk over to the right side of the ring. Giani jumps onto the apron, and Mickey sets his bat on the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope, and picks his bat back up as he springs to his feet. He stands on the second rope, reaching over Giani as he flips off the fans he is facing. Giani flips his hood down and flexes his muscles, showing off to the fans. He turns around and enters the ring, as he and Mickey work the six corners, goading on the hatred. Once they have made it to all six sides, they settle against the far side, speaking to one another before Mickey rudely orders a microphone from Justin Decent. As the music slowly fades out, Mickey walks to the center of the ring, his green eyes wandering across the audience in a devious manner.

Mickey: Bloody fuckin' 'ell. It's great to be back here in Laughlin, Nevada...

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Mickey: Er, Primm, Nevada...

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Mickey: Las Vegas, Nevada... Doesn't matter, it's still some pile of shite in the middle of a dusty desert. Giani, me boy, why don't ye tell these yankee tossers why we're out here?

Giani slowly raises his arm, opening his hand as Mickey places the microphone inside. Mickey raises his bat up in the air as he points and shouts to a fan in the front row. He waves them inside before giving them a shit eating grin. Giani pauses before slowly bringing the microphone up to his lips. He waits as a chant starts up.

Crowd: BAD BOYS SUCK! BAD BOYS SUCK! BAD BOYS SUCK!

Giani waves his hand, welcoming the heat he's receiving. Eventually, the audience trails off, and Giani lifts his sunglasses up to his hairline, looking around at the audience for a moment.

Giani: You idioti fottutamente stupido done yet? Can I speak now without being so rudely interrupted by you morons? Do I interrupt when ya talkin' with ya mom's as ya leavin' her basement to go to ya minimum wage jobs? Hmm? Do I interrupt ya when ya lyin' to ya boys about the grenade ya got it in with last night? No, I don't. So why don't you low lifes shut the hell up and let the important people tawk?

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!!!

Giani: Whatever... it ain't about you anyway. Y'all ain't shit, and ya never will be. And speaking of people who ain't never gonna amount to shit... let's tawk a little bit about the last Climax Control.

Crowd: BOOOOO!!!!!

Giani purses his lips together as he holds the microphone out to his side, mouthing off to the audience. He shakes his head before dropping his sunglasses back over his eyes. Mickey says something before taking the microphone back into his hand.

Mickey: Tossers... bloody fuckin' disrespectful wankers. We come out here for you, the fans. We wanted to give ye something extra. See, two weeks ago, we was 'aving a go with that arsemonger, Dax Beckett, much like we 'ave for the last month and a half. We was really taking it to that airy-fairy git, too, when those two prats known as Dying Breed come out...

Crowd: *POP!*

The approval from the crowd gives Mickey pause as he pauses, looking angry as he tries to hold it all inside. He glares at the audience who are cheering for their opposition. He slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Mickey: ... and attack us from behind, because that's some kind of favorable action for the good guys to take, yeah? Ye know, this is becoming a tired theme around here. Getting attacked from behind is old. Me and Giani have said it a hundred times, but here goes one more. If it's a bloody fight ye want... then it's a bloody fight yer gonna get. Dying Breed? Dax Beckett? Why don't ye come out here and face us, if ye got the blarney's, mates... Bring out a ref. Let's give em one for the books, yeah?

Simone: Mickey Carroll and Giani Di Luca are calling out Dax Beckett, Andrew Garcia, and Ivan Darrell for a match!

Adams: There's no way this is gonna fly with the higher ups, but we can dream, can't we?

The sound of the microphone hitting the mat is heard echoing throughout the arena. Mickey lets his bat dangle freely at his side as he winds up his free shoulder. Giani throws fists out in front of him as he jumps from side to side. He shakes off his hooded jacket as the pair wait.

Simone: The gauntlet has been thrown down, but will the call be answered?

Adams: Let's hope so, because this has been a long time coming, and...

Adams is cut off by the sound of Sully Urna's "Your Own Drum" begins to play. The crowd goes into a frenzy. Red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans cheer as the lyrics kick in. Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. Dax Beckett comes out behind them, almost bursting through The Orange Hulk and Ivan Darrell as he comes to the center of the stage, waving his arms out at Bad Boys. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the cheering crowd, their thumbs pointing up as they look to Dax, before their eyes land upon the ring. Andrew and Ivan shake their heads slowly, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up onto the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring. Dax slides in under the bottom rope, hyped as fuck as he dances right up to Giani and Mickey, screaming in their faces. Mickey and Giani prepare to fight him as the Dying Breed stares around at the cheering fans as Andrew and Ivan raise their arms, while resting their eyes on Giani and Mickey. Dax leans down and picks up the microphone before taking a confident step backwards, leaning against Andrew and Ivan for a second before leaning forward.

Dax: Let's do this right! HELLLLLOOOOOOO LAS VEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSS!!!

Crowd: *Mega POP!*

Dax: What it do in the 702?! How you guys feeling tonight at SCW Inception 2? You feeling it, Sin City? Yeah? Sixteen big ass matches for you all to enjoy. You don't need a seventeenth one, right? That would be overkill...

The crowd boos at this notion, while Mickey and Giani laugh, calling them out for their cowardice. Andrew and Ivan cross their arms over their chests as they stare at Mickey and Giani. Dax turns around and places a hand up to them, nodding his head as he reassures them that it's alright. He slowly turns around and looks at the Bad Boys, staring a hole through them for a moment.

Dax: Seventeen matches in one night has never happened in the history of SCW, has it? It would be a historic record, but we can't stay here on overtime, right? We're only rented out for a few hours, and...

Giani: MONEY AIN'T NO WORRY FOR ME!

Giani reaches into the hood of his jacket as he pulls out a fat wad of cash. He flips it around as he shouts insults at Dax, who in turn rubs his beard as he thinks. He turns to look at Andrew and Ivan as he talks it over with them. They slowly shake their heads as Dax shrugs his shoulders.

Dax: What do we gain? We already kicked your sorry asses all over the six sided ring. If we win this match, then you two are gonna say we cheated with three of us. What's in it for us? Nothing, that's what's up! But, it isn't all about us. It's about the fans, so...

Dax bitch slaps Mickey across the face, sending the redhead spinning around. Giani shoves Dax into the ropes, as Andrew Garcia clips the Italian Stallion's knee with a shoulderbutt. Ivan Darrell starts to get in on the action as referee Drew Patton jumps in front of him, ordering him to the outside of the ring. The crowd cheers loudly as Drew orders both teams apart and to their corners. He comes to the middle of the ring, tossing Mickey's bat to the outside of the ring as he calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: It looks like we have a newly added match to the show as Andrew Garcia and Dax Beckett of Dying Breed take on Giani Di Luca and Mickey Carroll of Bad Boys.

Adams: This match has been brewing for weeks now, and it looks like it's going to boil over right here as Dax and Mickey start things off.

Dax and Mickey lock up in the center of the ring as the two lighter guys struggle to overpower one another. The slightly bigger Dax gains the advantage as he presses him against the ropes. Mickey reverses the Irish Whip, only for Dax to reverse the reversal, sending Mickey flying into the ropes. Dax prepares himself for a Hip Toss, but Mickey comes barrelling forward with a flying Clothesline that sends Dax down to the ground. Giani shouts out loudly "FUHGEDDABOUDIT!!!" The crowd boos in response as Giani claps his hands together. Mickey gives Dax four stomps for good measure before holding his arms out at his side. As Dax gets up on all fours, Mickey charges forward, punting Dax's chin as he growls out in victory, shedding his hooded jacket and kicking it across the ring. Darrell and Garcia rally behind Dax as he reaches up to grab onto the top rope. Mickey runs forward, looking for a knee to the face, but Dax rolls out of the way and causes Mickey to rack himself on the middle rope. The crowd laughs at Mickey's pain as Dax tags Andrew Garcia into the match.

Simone: Dax Beckett looking to get a fresh tag in here, but it's so early in the match.

Adams: You might call it a sign of weakness, but I think he's playing it smart. The more Mickey showboats, the less he's paying attention to what's going on with his opponents.

Andrew Garcia steps foot inside of the ring and immediately lays a harsh club to the back of Mickey. He pulls him off of the ropes and scoops him up, dropping him with a slam that rocks the ring with the small body of Carroll. He mounts Mickey and begins punching Mickey's forehead. After several punches, Giani steps inside of the ring and gives a devastating Clothesline From Hell to Garcia, dropping him to the mat. Giani stomps around on a tirade through the ring, while flicking under his chin in the direction of Dax Beckett. Dax takes one step through the ropes as Drew orders both men back to their corners, waving the tag rope in Dax's face. Dax snatches it from Drew's hands as he watches Mickey roll over on top of Garcia, giving the same treatment he had just received. Carroll stands up and begins unloading stomps once more, until Andrew catches his foot and twists his ankle slightly. Mickey hops up and down to try to get free, but Garcia stands up, holding onto it as he threatens to lock in an Ankle Lock. Mickey shakes his head as he tries to get over to Giani, however, Garcia drags him back a few steps. Mickey catches everyone by surprise as he nails an Enziguiri before darting over to tag Giani into the ring.

Simone: It's been a long time since we've seen The Italian Stallion in action here, and he's on fire.

Adams: He has his work cut out for him against Andrew Garcia.

Garcia flings Giani into the ropes, where he rebounds with a powerful clothesline that drops Garcia to the mat. He drops down to the mat, choking Garcia as both men thrash around wildly. The fans boo as Drew comes over and threatens him. Giani ignores it as he focuses in on what he is doing. Drew tries once more before quickly counting. 1! 2! 3! 4! Giani immediately lets up on the choke, holding his hands up innocently. He looks to Drew as if asking if he is pleased. He then turns back to Garcia, ready to go back at him, but Garcia rolls out of the way quickly, getting up to his feet. He quickly nails a Dropkick to Giani's face before he can get back up to his feet. Giani falls backward as Garcia jumps up in celebration.

Adams: Garcia is on fire here tonight! But will it be enough to keep the Bad Boys down?

Simone; There is only one way to find out! Garcia had better not celebrate too much, or Giani just might take advantage of that.

As if he knows better, Garcia quickly turns back around toward Giani, hitting a jumping Knee Drop to Giani's head! Garcia bounces off of the ropes once more, looking for a leg drop! However, Giani moves out of the way, and Garcia lands on his backside. He stumbles up to his feet as Giani Spears him into the corner. He rams his knees in an alternating manner, digging into Garcia's stomach, pounding him into the corner. Giani flings him across the ring into his corner where Mickey chokes at him. Giani charges forward, ready to drive a knee into Garcia's face, but Garcia ducks down, causing Giani to collide with his own partner! Drew smacks one hand against the other, calling it a tag!

Adams: We have our third tag of the entire match! And an unorthodox one at that!

Simone: It would seem that Di Luca doesn't want to allow the tag, but Drew isn't hearing any of it!

As Mickey slides back inside of the ring and gets back to his feet, Garcia sends Giani right into him, sandwiching Mickey between his partner and the turnbuckle. The crowd laughs at this until Mickey pushes Giani off of him, and charges right at Garcia. Garcia ducks the Big Boot, and as he turns around with a Spinning Discus Punch, Mickey grabs onto his arm, causing Garcia to use his massive upper body strength to drag Mickey forward, but Mickey ducks and grabs onto Garcia's leg, lifting it up as he stands up. Mickey wrenches his elbow into Garcia's knee, causing Garcia to try anything he can to get out of it. He goes for an Enziguiri, but Mickey ducks it, leaving Garcia no other choice but to charge his foot up into Mickey's face, knocking him back several paces! He takes a quick breather before running at Mickey, leaping into the air for a powerful Standing Avalanche. Mickey catches his opponent in mid air, running forward to charge Garcia into the furthest corner. He steps back and rams him once more before propping him up on the top rope.

Simone: And just as fast as Garcia has turned this around, Mickey has him backed into a corner... literally.

Adams: And he's in the most compromising spot he could possibly be in. Mickey is climbing up for a Superplex!

He forces Garcia to stand on the top rope, hooking an arm around his neck. The fans boo as he goes to lift Garcia up and over. However, Garcia hooks a leg under the pad, stopping himself from going over. Carroll rams a fist into Garcia's side before trying for another. He gets the same result. However, after the third attempt, Garcia rams a knee into Mickey's face three times, rapidly. Mickey falls backward onto the mat. Garcia tries to collect his head for a moment as Mickey rises up quickly. As Mickey approaches him, Garcia steadies himself for an uncharacteristic top rope maneuver! Mickey stumbles forward, looking at Garcia who is about to go airborne, and he reacts quickly by running up the ropes, looking for a Top Rope Hurricanrana, only to be caught and flung back up as Garcia crashes back down with a Sit Out Powerbomb from the top rope! Both men crash down hard onto the mat.

Fans: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Adams: I can't argue with them, Simone! That was a risky move, but he pulled it off.<.font>

Simone: He pulled it off, but was it worth the risk? Both men seem to be winded after that one, especially Garcia, who has spent the most time in this match.

Garcia rolls around on the mat, kicking at it slowly. Mickey blinks under the arena lights as he rolls over onto his side. Garcia does the same just seconds later. However, he is much quicker at getting over to Dax Beckett, slapping at his outstretched hand for the tag! The fans go wild as Beckett quickly gets inside of the ring. He darts across the ring, stopping Mickey from making the tag by hitting a hard Clothesline to the back of Mickey's head. He knocks him down to the mat, jumping on his back with a Camel Clutch. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes on Giani, almost taunting him to try stepping inside. Mickey eventually makes it to the ropes for a break, and it is just a little too close for comfort. Before Drew can tell Beckett to break, Giani reaches inside, smashing a fist into Beckett's face, knocking him back. Giani comes inside of the ring, but Drew quickly heads him off, Meanwhile, Beckett climbs onto one of the nearest turnbuckles, looking out at Mickey as he does so.

Adams: Uh oh, we're going up top again! I wonder if this one will pay off?

Simone: One way to find out, Adams... Incoming!

Beckett leaps off of the top rope, landing hard with a Frog Splash on top of Mickey's back. He turns Mickey over, hooking the leg as Giani goes to the outside. Drew turns around and drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Giani was right back inside of the ring as Drew counted to one. He rams his foot into the side of Beckett's head, knocking him back a few paces. He drags Mickey over to his corner, finally giving in to Drew. Giani grabs onto the tag rope as if to try playing by his rules. He steps onto the top rope and leans over it, tagging Mickey's shoulder. Drew signals the tag. Giani quickly enters the ring, picking Beckett off of the mat. He picks him up for a Samoan Drop, planting him hard on the mat again. He hovers over Beckett, hooking the leg for a pin.

1!

2!

Simone: And Garcia steps in for the save! Turnabout is fair play here.

Adams: At least Garcia has the courtesy to leave the ring after a hard kick to Giani's head...

Without having to be told, Garcia is back in his corner, patiently waiting on the outside, looking down to share a few words with Ivan Darrell. Giani holds onto the back of his head, glaring over at Garcia as he lifts Beckett off of the mat. He lifts Beckett up into the air, making it seem easy as he holds him up for a Military Press Slam, taunting the crowd as he deadlifts Dax up and down a few times. He dumps Beckett down to the mat, placing his foot over Beckett's chest for another pin, staring right at Garcia, daring him to stop it.

1!

2!

Garcia doesn't take kindly go the taunt and hurries inside of the ring and collides with Giani, making him stumble off of Beckett. Garcia knocks him into the ropes, but Giani grabs onto his neck, choking him again. He lifts him up with a Double Handed Chokeslam when Beckett leaps up to his feet out of nowhere! The fans cheer as Beckett rams a knee into Giani's stomach, causing him to drop Garcia. They look to each other and nail a Double Drop Kick that sends Giani crumbling through the ropes and to the outside! They high five each other as Mickey comes back inside of the ring. He smashes into Beckett's back as Drew seems to have officially lost control of this match. He tries to get Mickey back outside, but he has his arms wrapped around Garcia, bringing him over with a harsh German Suplex, landing him on his head. Beckett has launched himself over the top rope, colliding with Giani as they both crash into the guard railing. Drew shakes his head, almost seeming furious as he throws his hand into the air.

1!

2!

Adams: Both legal competitors are on the outside right now, and neither one seems to be moving here...

3!

Simone: It is always amazing when competitors can pull off such moves, but did it really pay off for him?

4!

5!

The fans cheer as Beckett stirs around, holding onto his head. He sits up, looking around as the fans cheer him on.

6!

Mickey has Garcia against the corner, choking him on the top rope. Garcia fights back with a jab to the throat, taking the advantage quickly. Beckett slowly stands up, stumbling over toward the ring.

7!

Beckett slowly rolls inside of the ring as Giani sits up, holding onto his head. He stands up and looks at the ring, not realizing the count is as far along as it is.

Simone: Giani had better hurry up and get inside before he costs his team the match!

8!

9!

Adams And he just barely makes it!

At the last possible second, Giani slides inside of the ring, saving it in the nick of time! The crowd cheers at the continuation of this match, and Drew goes to clear the ring of Garcia and Carroll. Mickey is quick to obey, but tags Giani out of the match as he tries to catch his breath. Giani rolls under the bottom rope, looking very winded as Mickey hauls off and punches Andrew Garcia in the face, eliciting the same in response. Drew steps in between the two men, shouting at Garcia to step outside. He fights it for a moment, but starts to play along when Giani hands Mickey his trusty bat. Mickey grins widely as he sees Drew's back still turned. He winds up to tee off on Beckett's head, but Dax ducks it and rips the bat out of Mickey's hands. Mickey looks around as Drew starts to turn around, and smacks his hands together and falls hard to the mat, lying still.

Simone: What?! What was that all about?

Adams: It's called a tag match. Maybe he is confused about the rules of it, and...

Drew looks at the surroundings, and then sees the bat in Dax's hand. Giani points at Dax and shouts at Drew that he used the bat on Mickey. Mickey slowly reaches up and holds onto his hand as Garcia shouts against Giani's claims. Dax drops the bat and holds his hands up innocently, but Drew is not buying it. He throws his hand up in the air, calling for the bell. Drew walks over to the ropes and tells Justin Decent the result of the match/ Justin sighs as he looks around at the booing crowd.

Justin Decent: As the result of a disqualification, here are your winners... BAAAAAD BOOOOOYS! GIANI DI LUCA AND MICKEY CARROLL!!!

Simone: What a cowardly end to what was shaping up to be a Match of the Night contender.

Adams: The audience in attendance couldn't agree with you more. They are throwing trash inside of the ring.

"Bangarang" begins playing as Giani helps Mickey up to his feet. He holds onto the side of his head, playing it up as he stumbles around. Dax goes to attack Mickey, but Drew holds him back, shouting at him as he points to the back. Dax begrudgingly obliges, but he makes sure to spout off as he does so. Garcia stares inside of the ring, nostrils flaring as Ivan Darrell taps his leg, trying to calm the situation. Both men step outside of the ring and join Darrell as they walk to the back, staring at Bad Boys. Dax points at them as he shouts.

Dax: THIS ISN'T OVER, BRUH!!! NOT EVEN CLOSE!!!

Giani and Mickey point to the speakers playing their theme song as Giani laughs in response, beginning to celebrate their victory.

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Justin: Our next match is for the Roulette Championship where Ryan Keys puts his Title Belt on the line against Steve Ramone the wrestler he defeated recently to obtain the Title Belt. I wish to announce our Special Guest Roulette Wheel Spinner, former two-time Roulette Champion, and the second longest reigning Roulette Champion, James Tuscini.

James Tuscini walks down the ramp toward ringside. He is accompanied by Pinky del Ferrando, who is his Uncle who also serves as his Manager. James heads directly to where the Roulette Wheel is located while Pinky plays the older ring rats hoping he can score some sex later on in the evening. While Pinky is playing the women James approaches the Roulette Wheel to give it a spin to determine the type of match for Ryan Keys and Steve Ramone.

Simone: This is nice to have a former Roulette Champion, one who nearly broke the record for holding the Roulette Title the longest, spin the wheel for this match.

Adams: I will say it is interesting that both Tuscini and Keys obtained the Roulette Title by defeating Steve Ramone. I wonder if there is something fishing going on here.

Tuscini reaches up and grabs the Roulette wheel and gives it a hearty spin. The wheel clicks and clacks while spinning and then it starts to slow down. When it starts to go really slow everyone is holding their breath to see what type of match Keys and Ramone will have. The wheel comes to a stop on the peg between two types of matches and everyone is wondering which way it will go.

Simone: The wheel stopped between Standard Rules and Bourbon Street Bar Hardcore Brawl but in my opinion it is 75 percent on the side of Standard Rules. I would say if someone breathed on the wheel right now it should drop down to the Standard Rules slot. I wonder how Referee Drew Patton is going to call it since the pointer has not gone 100 percent into the slot.

Adams: Like in the game of Golf you usually wait a reasonable period of time, usually about 30 seconds, and if something doesn't happen within that time then the decision has to be made what to do next. It has already been about 15 seconds and Referee Patton is calling for an SCW official to come make the call on what type of match it should be.

Before a call can be made for an SCW official to come to the ring to make the call on the Roulette Wheel spin, one of the ring rats reaches up her skirt, pulls off her panties, and throws them toward Pinky del Ferrando. Taking this to mean she will meet him later for sex Pinky runs to catch the panties. In the process Pinky bumps into James and Tuscini stumbles and bumps the Roulette wheel. The wheel clicks enough to have the pointer go in the direction opposite the Standard Rules slot and it lands on Hardcore Bourbon Street Bar Brawl so Referee Drew Patton declares this match to take place in the Bourbon Street Bar in the Gold Coast Casino and his decision is declared final.

Adams: I told you so! I told you there was something fishing going on! This was planned by James, Pinky, and Ryan Keys all along!

Simone: Will you get a grip! Do you honestly believe Keys would have a Hardcore Bar Brawl? Any type of Hardcore rules match favors a wrestler like Steve Ramone. I think it was nothing more than a coincidence.

Adams: I guess fate has dealt a blow to the sport of wrestling. I'm sure Sin City Wrestling Management is going to have to pay for damage done to the Bourbon Street Bar during this fight.

Simone: Going to be an expensive bill.

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Referee Drew Patton quickly makes his way to the Bourbon Street Bar. Justin follows him to make the announcements for the entrance of the wrestlers for the match. Justin and Referee Patton arrive at the Bourbon Street Bar and we are ready for the wrestlers. There are large screens set up everyone around the Bar and several large Tron screens set up around where the regular wrestling ring is located so fans seated there can take in the action of this match.

Justin: Our first participant in this Hardcore Bourbon Street Bar Brawl hails from Queens, New York, he stands in at 6 feet even and 200 pounds, and he is a two-time Roulette Champion, please welcome "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone.

The speakers blast with:

"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone."
"I want what's coming to me."
"So what's coming to you?"
"The world chico, and everything in it"

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim. As expected the Las Vegas crowd, which is wholly behind their hometown favorite Ryan Keys, boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone walks toward the Bourbon Street Bar air guitaring to the song with Andreas and Cyrus following him. The three men ignore the fans along the way and they continue walking while Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the Bourbon Street Bar. Cyrus and Andreas enter the Bar first followed by Steve Ramone. They pose for the fans outside the Bourbon Street Bar and for the camera for those fans watching on the large screens around the Casino can see. They stand waiting for the arrival of Ryan Keys.

Adams: I wonder if Cyrus and Andreas will remain inside the bar to help Ramone during the match.

Simone: Drew Patton will demand that they leave and I'm sure Ramone will do so also. Steve may be one of the most vicious wrestlers on the planet but in a match like this he wants to have a fair fight so if he wins there is no doubt about what he has accomplished.

Justin: Our next participant for this Hardcore Bourbon Street Bar Brawl hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and he...

The Las Vegas crowd in the Gold Coast Casino erupt in such a loud road that Justin has to pause his introduction until they quiet down.

Justin: As I was saying, he hails from Las Vegas, Nevada, and he stands in at 5 feet 11 inches and 180 pounds, he is the current Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, give a rousing Las Vegas welcome for Ryan Keys!

Immediately the crowd erupts for their home town boy Ryan Keys. The noise is tremendous as Ryan Keys struts toward the Bourbon Street Bar. We hear "I'm Made of Wax, Larry, What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember play over the speakers in the Casino. The crowd in the Gold Coast Casino are going berserk as Ryan Keys, makes his way toward the Bar. A smile comes on Ryan's face as he sees the Bourbon Street Bar where he will defend the Roulette Championship against Steve Ramone. Keys stops to pose for the television camera for everyone in the Casino to see on the giant Tron screens and for the fans lining his way to the Bourbon Street Bar. The ladies lining the way are damn near fainting from being this close to one of Sin City Wrestling's sexiest wrestlers. We notice Ryan is wearing a tight blank tank top with "Key Style" letter on it. He is also wearing wet-look wrestling trunks and wrestling boots with "Ryan" written on the side of one and "Keys" written on the side of the other one. The Roulette Title Belt is strapped around his waist even though the Title Belt is a bit large for a wrestler of his size. Ryan manages to shake hands with some of the fans while getting closer to the Bourbon Street Bar. Keys arrives at the entrance to the Bar and he walks in. Referee Drew Patton meets him and he places the wrestlers so they are separated until he says the match is officially underway.

Simone: This is going to be one of those matches that is hard to watch. I'm sure it will be extremely brutal and an attractive wrestler like Ryan Keys doesn't want to mess up his looks with cuts and bruises.

Adams: He has no choice as this is the type of match the Roulette Wheel landed on.

Referee Patton explains this is a Hardcore Bar Room Brawl which has to take place entirely within the confines of the Bourbon Street Bar. Since it is Hardcore Rules they can use everything as a tool during the match. Patton orders Cyrus and Andreas out of the Bourbon Street Bar. He then asks for the Roulette Title Belt from Keys. Patton walks to the door of the Bar and he hands the Roulette Title Belt to a ring attendant until the match is over. Drew Patton then closes the door and asks the ring attendant to lock the door so the wrestlers cannot get out and outsiders cannot get in while the match is underway. There are several television monitors set up around the Bourbon Street Bar so the wrestlers and Referee Patton can hear the play-by-play by Simone and Adams, the reaction from the crowd, and also the Timekeeper's bell. And there's the Timekeeper's bell to start this match.

Adams: Here we go!

Simone: This should be interesting.

DING DING DING

Steve Ramone wastes no time as he launched himself over the tables and he slams into Ryan Keys. The two tumble to the floor knocking chairs around and slamming into tables knocking drink glasses and bottles of beer and liquor off the tables. The two are fighting for the dominant position and it appears Ramone has won the first exchange as the two tumble to a stop with Ramone sitting on the chest of Keys. Steve continues to pummel Ryan with punches to the head and face. Ryan is trying to block the blows but as the present time he's not able to do much. While Ramone continues landing punches to go for an early knockout Keys reaches around and his hand touches a beer bottle that fell to the floor but it didn't break and it is still full of beer. Ryan firmly grasps the beer bottle and he quickly swings it slamming it into the side of Steve's head. The bottle shatters and Steve Ramone falls to the side and off of Ryan Keys. Ramone is holding the side of his head groaning as Keys gets to his feet.

Adams: I thought it was going to be a quick victory for Steve Ramone.

Simone: If Ryan Keys hadn't grabbed that beer bottle to slam into the head of Steve Ramone it might have been over quickly. Ryan showed that you never give up in a match no matter how the odds look against you.

Ryan slowly gets to his feet and he heads over to the bar where he climbs up on a bar stool and then he stands on top of the bar. Steve slowly gets to his feet and when he sees Keys standing on top of the bar Ramone takes necessary steps to avoid a high flying maneuver from Ryan. As Steve Ramone cautiously approaches the bar he has his hand out to the side in case he needs to grab something to counter with. As expected Ryan Keys dives off the bar at Steve Ramone. As Ryan is flying toward Steve we see Ramone pick up a wooden chair that is next to him and he swings it hitting Keys in the head shattering the chair. Ryan flops to the bar room floor where Steve leaps on top of him to go for the pin. Referee Patton tries to get into position to make the pin count but he stumbles over the pieces of the shattered wooden chair. Once in position Drew Patton executes the count.

One...

Two...

Ryan Keys manages to get his shoulder up to break the count at two. Steve Ramone is livid as he stands up and complains to the Referee of being slow to get into position for the count.

Simone: Arguing with the Referee rarely has a good outcome.

Adams: For sure not for the person doing the arguing.

While Ramone is demanding the Referee to award the match and the Roulette Title Belt to him Keys stirs and revives enough to grab a piece of the leg from the broken wooden chair and he places it between the legs of Ramone and lifts it quickly upward whacking Steve hard in the family jewels. Ramone stops arguing with Drew Patton to moan loudly while grabbing his crotch and dropping to his knees.

Simone: I told you arguing with the Referee rarely has a good outcome.

Adams: But it did come out well for Ryan Keys.

Ryan Keys jumps over the bar and he is ducked down behind the bar. He is crawling around while trying to figure out the location of Steve Ramone. Steve recovers from the crotch shot and the look on his face tells us he's ready to destroy Ryan. Ramone walks around trying to figure out where Keys went. Steve checks under the tables and he looks in the storage room and then he hears a noise as Ryan Keys behind the bar bumps into some glasses and bottles. Ramone runs behind the bar to find Keys crawling on the floor attempting to get out from behind the bar. Steve isn't letting Ryan get away this time. Ramone dives onto Keys and he slams Ryan's face a few times into the floor. Keys is fighting back but hard to get out of a situation where someone is on your back slamming your face into the floor. Referee Patton arrives behind the bar to ask Ryan Keys if he wants to submit and Ryan says NO WAY and the match continues.

Simone: Neither wrestler is willing to submit and give up so this is going to come down to a pinfall or knockout.

Adams: It could still come down to a submission depending on what hold is applied.

Ryan Keys struggles hard and he manages to flip over causing Steve Ramone to let go of his hold. Ryan stands up and runs around to the front of the bar. He sees Steve Ramone pop up behind the bar so he moves across to the other side of the Bourbon Street Bar so that Steve cannot easily get to him. Ryan is near the front window of the bar and some attractive female fans are gawking at him. Being the sex symbol he is, and knowing Ramone is on the other side of the bar, Keys starts posing for the women. By doing so he momentarily takes his attention off Ramone figuring Steve will take some time to come out from behind the bar. Ryan doesn't realize that Steve has climbed up on top of the bar. Ramone then leaps off the bar onto the nearest table. Steve Ramone table hops and when he is getting close to where Ryan Keys is located he leaps high and grabs onto a chandelier. We watch as Ramone swings on the chandelier toward Keys. Steve releases his hold on the chandelier and he launches himself, feet-first, into Ryan. The hit drives Ryan through the front window of the restaurant and Steve's momentum causes him to also fly through the window. The fans standing outside the Bourbon Street Bar flee from the shattering glass and flying bodies.

Simone: Referee Patton needs to get both wrestlers back inside the bar as all the action has to take place there.

Adams: Wonder how he will convince them to return to the bar.

Referee Drew Patton yells out the shattered window to Ramone and Keys to tell them the match is on hold until the two return inside the bar. He informs them they have to return now or he will end this match with no decision. This doesn't sit well with Ramone or Keys so the two start landing punches to the other. Both their bodies are cut from the shattered glass but they ignore the blood and the pain. Drew Patton is again threatening the two to call the match if they don't return inside the bar. Ramone kicks Keys in the stomach and then he picks him up and we expect him to body slam Ryan on the broken glass but he walks to the bar where the window was broken and he tosses Keys back into the bar. Steve Ramone waits for Ryan Keys to start to get up and then he dives through the broken window and slams into Keys and again both men are rolling around and fighting on the floor of the bar.

Adams: Both wrestlers are cut, they are bleeding, they are tired, they are determined to win by any means possible, not sure what to expect next.

Simone: More of the same I would say.

Ramone and Keys continue fighting and rolling around on the floor of the bar. Finally the two get to their feet and they continue punching and kicking each other, back and forth, and they travel around the bar I the process. The two slam into a case containing bottles of whiskey and the case falls over crashing to the floor spilling whiskey everywhere. They continue fighting and they end up behind the bar again. They fight the length of the bar until they come out on the other side. Ryan spins Steve around and leans him back into the top of the bar. Keys reaches over and he grabs a metal ashtray which he picks up and is going to use to slam into Steve's head. Ramone manages to block the hit and the ash tray drops out of Ryan's hand. Ramone knees Keys in the groin which causes Ryan to groan and back off stopping when he backs into one of the tables. Steve charges Ryan which drives Keys backward on top of the table. Ramone then jumps up on the table and he drags Keys to his feet. While both men are standing on top of the table. Ramone punches Keys in the stomach a few times and then he lifts him into a piledriver position and he drops Keys down hard onto the table. Due to the weight of the two men the table collapses and splinters into many pieces. The two wrestlers fall into the splintered table and both are slow to get up.

Simone: Now would be a good time to go for a pin or submission.

Adams: I thought you said you didn't think either wrestler would submit in this match.

Simone: Okay I meant to say go for a pin or knockout.

The two slowly move out of the table rubble and they both stagger over to a corner of the bar room. Both are barely able to stand let alone fight but neither is giving up on this match. The two continue to trade punches and kicks and then we see Ryan Keys pick up a walking stick that is sitting in an umbrella holder. He advances toward Steve Ramone who backs up until he bumps into a floor lamp. Ramone grabs the floor lamp and he fends off the blows from the walking stick. Just as Keys is about to land a telling blow Ramone swings the floor lamp landing it hard into the side of Ryan. Keys drops the walking stick and he goes down to the bar room floor. Ramone attempts to slam the floor lamp into Keys but Ryan manages to roll out of the way and the floor lamp breaks apart as it hits the floor. Electrical wires are now exposed so Ramone yanks the wires out of the floor lamp and he walks up to Ryan and jumps on his chest. Ramone is sitting on the chest of Keys touching the ends of the electrical wires together and they arc from the current going through them. Steve knows how Ryan values his appearance so he moves the electrical wires close to the face of Keys and demands he submit or he will scar his face for life. Referee Patton steps in to ask Keys if he wants to submit and Ryan yells out HELL NO and flips the middle finger at Ramone.

Simone: Neither wrestler wants to give up in this match. How much longer can they go like this?

Adams: I don't know but for sure this will be an electrifying ending.

Simone: You just had to go there with that comment.

Ryan is fighting off the shocks from Steve but occasionally Ramone manages to touch the end of the electrical wires to parts of Ryan's body but he hasn't been successful hitting his face with it. Drew Patton again steps in to ask Keys if he wants to submit and again he refuses. Ramone looks up at Referee Patton and orders him to end the match so he can win and become the Roulette Champion again. When Ryan Keys sees the distraction of Steve Ramone he acts in the only way he can manage at this time. He grabs the wrists of Ramone and jams them together causing the electrical wires to connect and shock Ramone. Steve cannot release his grip on the electrical wires and his body stiffens up and he falls off to the side to the bar room floor. Ryan quickly jumps on top of Ramone and he grabs Steve's wrists again holding them together to keep Ramone from stopping the shocks. Ryan forces Ramone's hands up until the live electrical wires are very close to his face. Ramone is fighting to prevent being shocked to his face but he is not able to push his hands away. Keys pushes hard and the electrical wires hit the face of Ramone and he groans from the shock. Again Ryan forces the hands of Steve up and again Ramone is shocked in the face. The third time Keys manages to push Ramone's hands and the electrical wires toward Steve's throat. At this point Referee Patton steps in and before he can ask Steve if he wants to submit he taps out to prevent permanent damage to his throat. Drew Patton motions for the bell to end the match and this match is over. He orders the maintenance personnel to pull the plug on the lamp and they do and the shocks end. Patton then orders Keys to get off Ramone and he does.

Adams: I told you this would end up being a shocking ending.

Simone: I dare you to way one more lame joke. I swear I will put those live electrical wires to your groin.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match, by submission, and still the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion, RYAN KEYS!!!

Referee Drew Patton raises the hand of Ryan Keys for the victory. The fans outside the Bourbon Street Bar wildly cheer Ryan Keys as does the crowd out where the wrestling ring is located. The doors of the Bourbon Street Bar are unlocked and Ryan Keys exits the bar into the Casino with the Roulette Title Belt slung over his shoulder. The crowd goes wild seeing their home town boy successfully defend the Roulette Title. As Ryan Keys walks off to return to his dressing room we return inside the Bourbon Street Bar where Ramone has recovered and he is violently arguing with Referee Patton. Drew Patton stands his ground and orders Ramone out of the bar. Steve tries to intimidate Patton with a shock from the electrical cords used during the match but when he touches them to Referee Patton nothing happens as Ramone didn't realize the maintenance personnel unplugged the wires from the electrical outlet. Ramone is damn upset as he storms out of the Bourbon Street Bar and into the Casino. The local crowd boos Ramone loudly but he just looks straight ahead and flips them off.

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The camera opens up backstage as reporter Ms. Rocky Mountains is walking down the hall, microphone in hand. She's not really paying attention to where she's going and she suddenly bumps into someone. A rather large someone and when the camera pans back a little, we see that it is none other than former Sin of Wrath and one of four men who will compete in the King of the Hill Ladder match later tonight...Rage! He's glaring down at her as she looks up at him apologetically.

Ms. Rocky: Oops. I'm so...sorry.

He stands there, breathing heavily for a moment as he clenches his fists at his side. He doesn't speak a word as Ms. Rocky bites her bottom lip, wondering what to do next.

Ms. Rocky: Do...do you have something you want to say? Perhaps about your match later tonight?

Rage just blinks slowly, glaring down at her. He doesn't move. Doesn't speak a single word and his nostrils flare out, looking as though he could snap at any moment.

Ms. Rocky: Oookay...You look to be feeling pretty confident going into this match. Any last words for your opponents? A-anything at all?

Rage blinks his eyes again, still not speaking a word. Ms. Rocky lowers the microphone, realizing she's not going to get anything out of the big man. When she takes in a deep breath, she's taken off guard as he shoves his way around her, nearly knocking her to the ground as he continues his way down the hall. The camera turns and looks focuses back on Ms. Rocky as she dusts herself off and stands straight once again.

Ms. Rocky: Somebody is in a mood as usual...

She shakes her head before she continues on her way down the hall, looking for a more successful interview and the cameraman follows her.

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The camera cuts backstage and sees Chris Shipman in his golden robe conversing with Father Williams, who is in religious regalia. Shipman seems to be loosened up for his title match.

Shipman: And than I took a chainsaw, and well let's just say no one say the end of Revan Nihilius after that cage match.

Shipman laughs and Father Williams chuckles.

FW: Now that is good. But I got to ask what do you have planned tonight against your estranged stepson?

Shipman: What is there to plan? I am going to beat the every drop of ever living piss out of him, and than when he looks up at me, his head all caved in like Glenn's on "The Walking Dead", I will smile as I will have my arms raised and his championship belt around my waist. It will be an eye popping good time.

FW: Do you think the Sins will seek retribution?

Shipman: Hell Nah, to the nah nah nah. This was all a personal beef between, it ends at Inception. The internet championship is just an extra prize.

FW: Who do you think your first challenger will be?

Shipman: Don't know, don't care. Once I have that belt, all bets are off and there will be a whole new playing field for everyone to deal with.

FW: Chris, I must say this new arrogance though radiating with confidence has me concerned about the future of your career.

Shipman: Padre, just relax, sit back and enjoy the show. I may still be working off the ring rust but I will be back to peak performance and back to the ass kicking ways I was and being the most feared wrestler in the SCW.

Shipman laughs as he gets up and walks away as Father Williams sits looking in deep thought, hoping his guidance will not be in vain.

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Justin: The following contest will be contested under first blood rules!!!!

The arena is dark as the beginning of the music starts. A womanly figure appears on the stage as two spotlights circle until settling on the figure. She's dressed in a gold hooded jacket, the hood covering her head as she looks down at her feet. As the tempo picks up, she flips her head back, flashing a brilliant smile to the fans. She unzips the jacket as she starts walking backward with her hands raised and then spins as she reaches the ring. She grabs the bottom rope and uses it to help herself jump up. She throws off the jacket and then flips herself over the top rope into the ring.

Justin: Standing in at 5'6 and weighs in at 115 pounds!! Hailing from SoHo, Manhatten, New York!!! Chelsea Payne!!!

"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.

DING DING DING

The bell rings as both ladies stare each other down, Chelsea sporting an arrogant grin as she stares at Sam before jaw yaps the fans who are chanting her opponents name. She then turns her attention back to Sam, who executes a dropkick to the face of Chelsea out of nowhere. This causes Chelsea to stumble backwards and falls through the top and middle rope to the outside as Sam follows her to the outside. She steps through the ropes and stands on the ring apron as she comes off with a double axhandle to the rookie who got back to her feet and turns her attention towards the former bombshell champion.

Adams: You cannot take your attention off your opponent!!

Simone: Especially when it is a veteran like Sam!!

Sam grabs the head of Chelsea and pulls her up to her feet as she seizes her up to be whipped in the security railing, but Chelsea surprises her as she grabs her by the waist and pulls her down as she falls to her back on the concrete floor. This causes Sam to bash face first into the ring post as Jasmine checks on Sam whether to see if she is bleeding and tells the match to continue, causing Chelsea to grab her by the head and bashes her face first into the ring apron before whipping Sam into the security railing. Sam leans with her back into the security railing as Chelsea jumps on the ring steps and then leaps forward towards Sam with a Cross body block as that sends both ladies over the security railing into the crowd.

Simone: Oh Wow!!! Did Sam hit her head on the concrete floor???

We see a replay of the move in the split screen where Chelsea hits the impressive move on Sam before seeing Sam land ackward on the back of her head. As on the other side we see Sam holding the back of her head in lots of pain as Chelsea gets up and starts to pound away on the face of Sam as the fans start to give mixed reactions. Chelsea grabs a digital camera from a fan and blasts Sam in the face with it as she holds it in her hand as Sam holds her face before Jasmine checks on her again.

Adams: What an aggressiveness from the newcomer!!

Simone: Indeed, but in a match like this you need to!! Especially against a veteran, or else Sam will do it against you

Chelsea tosses the camera towards the fan, who gets in her face and screams at her angry as Chelsea just blows him a kiss before turning back to Sam. She grabs her by the hair as she sets her up for a DDT on the concrete floor, but Sam wraps her arms around the waist of Chelsea and pushes her into the security railing as she hits her spine against the steel guardrail. Sam drives her shoulders into her midsection before driving several forearm shots to the side of Chelsea's face before executing a spinning neck breaker on the concrete floor. Sam slowly gets up as she wipes some of her hair out of her face before looking at the guardrail and climbs on top of it before seizing Chelsea up as she slowly starts to stir. Just when she gets to her feet, it is Sam that spins around before jumps towards Chelsea with a flying clothesline. But Chelsea manages to step aside and grabs Sam by the hair and bashes her into the concrete as she uses the momentum of Sam against her.

Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy shit!!

Simone: Great counter from Chelsea, giving her some momentum to take a breather.

Chelsea grabs Sam by the hair and tosses her over the guardrail before jumping over it. There she grabs Sam by the hair once more and whips her into the ring post as Sam has her hands up enough so that the impact of the blow isn't as much as Chelsea wanted, Chelsea measures Sam as she goes for one of her signature move

Simone: Chelsea's Kickstarter Project!!!

Adams: No!!!

Just as Chelsea goes for the impact of the blow to the face of Sam into the steel ring post, it is Sam that sidesteps. Causing Chelsea to hit her foot against the ring post as that causes her to feel the impact through her leg as she staggers backwards holding her leg as Sam spears her into the ring steps hard. We hear a hard thud as the impact causes the steps to move away from the ring corner. The camera zooms in on the painful expression of Chelsea's face as she is gasping for oxygen as Sam slowly gets to her feet. Grabbing the rookie by the hair as she rolls her in the ring before looking underneath the ring as she finds

Adams: Oh my!! A fire extinguisher!!

Sam slides back in the ring with the extinguisher as she measures Chelsea before using the extinguisher to shoot the substance in the face of Chelsea, causing to blind Chelsea as she staggers backwards into the corner as she tries to get the substance out of her eyes before wildly swinging her arms in the air as she is hitting nothing but air. Sam kicks Chelsea in the chin before grabbing Chelsea by the head as she pulls her to the middle of the ring and drives her down with a big time DDT. Sitting up as we see Jasmine checking on Chelsea if she's bleeding but tells that the match needs to continue.

Sam grabs the fire extinguisher once more as she signals that she is going to blast the device into the face of Chelsea as she drapes the device across the face of Chelsea before pointing towards the turnbuckles.

Simone: No way!!

Adams: That will permanently break her face!!!

Sam climbs the turnbuckle and executes her finisher of the turnbuckles.

Adams: Sammisault!!

Simone: NO!!!

Sam took too much time before executing the move as Chelsea has rolled out of the way as this causes Sam to hit her midsection hard on the fire extinguisher, causing her to roll off of the device and onto the canvas holding her midsection. Chelsea slowly crawls towards the ropes and looks around her as she sees the carnage in the ring with Sam before pulling herself slowly to her feet. She turns around and spots the fire extinguisher and grabs it before measuring Sam with it as Sam slowly starts get to her feet before turning around. There we see Chelsea charge in on her before whipping the extinguisher into Sam Marlowe, who catches it before getting the device dropkicked in her face as Chelsea surprises her with a quick dropkick that Sam couldn't react to. Jasmine checks on her and still no blood as Chelsea has enough, she grabs Sam by the head and goes for her reverse bulldog on top of the fire extinguisher as Sam's face bounces off as she holds on to her face. Jasmine sees blood emerge through the fingers of Sam as she calls for the bell to be rung and the match to be ended.

Justin: The winner of this match by drawing first blood on Sam Marlowe!!! Chelsea Payne!!!

Simone: Wow!! What an upset!!!

Adams: Indeed!! But what a match!! Chelsea has marked her spot in the Bombshell division for sure with this win!!

Jasmine raises the arm in the air of Chelsea Payne as she mockingly laughs at Sam Marlowe before rolling out of the ring and heads to the back while staring at Sam Marlowe and laughs.

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Sam Marlowe walks backstage, a white towel covered in blood hanging limply from her hand as she pushes her bloody hair back from her forehead as medical staff is following her along and trying to stop the bleeding. Sam tries to brush them away but can't as they swarm around her until the sound of a voice can be heard which sends the medical team backing away and Sam looking around her confused.

Christian: What the hell was that out there? You told us you wanted to work your way to the championship but instead you are working your way down the ranks week after week.

Sam's mouth opens as she is about to reply but Christian holds his hand up to prevent her talking. He moves closer, a slow smile beginning to cross his face.

Christian: I don't know why I even have you wrestling in my ring anymore. That is a very good question Ms Marlowe, why do I have you in my ring?

Sam Marlowe: Well...I have a contract that says I am a wrestler and well the fans seem to like me and I am trying sir...

Christian: You certainly are...trying that is, trying my last nerve. You know what...from now on I am not going to have you wrestle in my ring...You are suspended from wrestling for the time being.

Sam Marlowe: But Christian, it wasn't my fault. Now you aren't going to let me wrestle? I guess I can use the time off but I wish you would reconsider.

Christian's smile widens as he holds up a finger and wags it in front of Sam's nose.

Christian: I said you were suspended from wrestling but I am not going to give you the time off. I still need employees like you to do the menial things like selling popcorn or merchandise or towel person in the back. Let's just say that you my dear are going to be wishing you didn't disappoint me.

Sam watches in surprise at his comments as Christian smiles more, waves and moves off saying Bye as he goes. Stunned, Sam stands there, as tears begin to mix with the blood spilling down her face as the medical team surrounds her again.

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After seeing a great matchup cameras left the ringside area and found themselves backstage. At first all that could be seen was someone lacing up their boots, but as the cameras zoomed outward and moved up a little bit. That's when it was revealed the man sitting there was none other than "The Martyr" himself, Calvin Harris. Loud cheers could be heard for the man from all the fans in their seats. In that very moment someone else could seen entering the scene. That someone being someone that the SCW audience was all too familiar with.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Calvin, may I have a moment or your time?

For that brief moment Calvin looked up at her. A small smirk forming on his lips before standing himself up.

Calvin Harris: Sure thing. What's on your mind?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I'm quite sure what's on my mind is the same thing that's on everyone's mind. Right here tonight, you're competing at Inception II and you're competing in what is being called the "King of the Hill" ladder match. Rules are simple, first man to climb the ladder and yank down the golden briefcase is the winner.

Calvin Harris: Yep, pretty simple. Thing you're forgetting here is just how important that Golden Briefcase is. You see inside of it is a guaranteed contract against any champion at any given time you want. To me that's a huge deal. That puts the challenger in the driver's seat for once. That puts every champion on edge from tonight until the next year. I know I wouldn't want to be in any champion's shoes. Certainly not Mr. J2H who is sure to be the main target.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you saying that our SCW Heavyweight Champion, should he retain tonight would be the man that one of you would attempting to cash that briefcase in on?

Calvin Harris: Honestly, I don't like speaking for other people. IF somehow my opponents were to win the briefcase over me - they won't - but IF they did. It would be smart for them to go after the ultimate prize. No offense to any championship below the SCW Heavyweight Championship. But why would you cash in on the Roulette Champion? Or the Tag Team Champions? When you've got a guaranteed shot at the SCW Heavyweight Champion should you want to take it! Me personally, I know when I take that briefcase at the end of the night. Whomever the SCW Heavyweight Champion is at the end of the night. They better be on their heels. You won't know when or where I'll strike.

Nodding his head just a little bit with that slight smirk spread across his lips. There was a couple mixed reactions from those in attendance, but it wasn't like the man had crossed the line that much.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, then that's it in your mind? Tonight, you don't truly believe it will go any other way? Somehow someway you're going to be the one that wins?

Calvin Harris: You damn right that's how I feel. You damn right that's what I think. And since we're in Vegas, if you want to earn yourself a little extra money. You'd be smart to bet on me. I know that it might be a little bit up in the air for people wanting to put money on me since I had an opportunity once before and I didn't come out on top in that battle royal. But that was then, this is now. A lot has changed in a few weeks. Tonight, when I walk into the ring with those three other men. Losing is simply not an option for me.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's an interesting take. Considering there's a rumor floating around that no matter what happens out there tonight. Everyone has seemed to have impressed management so much that future title shots could be given to those that do not win tonight.

Calvin Harris: And let me just stop you right there. That's a problem for me. That's a real fucking problem for me. I've about had it with the participation generation. Suddenly just because someone participated in one match and impressed people. That means they should be rewarded? That means they should just been given out free title shots? Nah, that's bullshit. Xander doesn't deserve a title shot. Rage doesn't deserve a title shot. Hardin doesn't deserve a title shot. I don't even deserve a title shot. You only deserve one when you actually win.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And what happens if there's that chance that you don't walk away with the Golden Briefcase tonight?

Calvin Harris: Then I won't be getting a title shot anytime soon. If someone in management even tries to hand me one, I'll tell them to shove it straight up their ass. I'm not here to be take hand outs. I'm not here to be a charity case. I'm not here to be handed second place because I wasn't good enough. It's either I win because I was that damn good or I lose and I find myself back at the drawing board in order to come back better next time. It's just that simple.

There was a fiery look in his eyes when he locked them on the cameras.

Calvin Harris: At the same time though I'm not going to have to worry about a situation like that. Because regardless of what Rage throws at me. Regardless of how big Hardin may be. Regardless of all the street smarts that Xander might have. In the end the only man that's climbing up that ladder, yanking down that briefcase, and securing himself as the biggest threat to Sin City Wrestling is yours truly. You don't have to like it. You don't have to love it but you will respect it!

Those turned out to be his most powerful and final words. Finding himself taking a seat back in the chair to continue onward with what he was doing moments before. No doubt about it was certainly going to be interesting to see how this night ended up going for him and everyone else involved with the match. That being said the cameras left the locker room area heading elsewhere.

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DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following is a King of the Hill Ladder Match for a guaranteed contract for the any SCW Championship! Introducing first...

Jeremiah comes to the ramp as Trenches (Remix) by Pop Evil ft DMC plays and he comes to the ramp with his uncle Dark Tiger by his side.

Jeremiah comes down the ramp and fist bumps with the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Richmond Va being accompanied to the ring by his uncle Dark Tiger, standing six feet five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds. He is the Man of War from the 804. He is the Big Cat from the VA Cap. Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!!!!!!

Jeremiah roars when the Yeoooowwww! comes and he slides in the ring and then gets on the turnbuckle and roars and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: And next...

The Lights throughout the entire Sin City Wrestling auditorium where Inception II is taking place at dim simultaneously on out throughout the entire theatre as it plunges into darkness the hook of "Let's Get it On" - by Tupac can be heard blaring on out of the PA system before being followed by that of a more familiar song.

"X Gonna Give It To Ya" - By DMX begins to play, continuing off of the hook as the entrance aisle lights up showing that of various Bishop lookalike's lining the entrance aisle, as the Bishop lookalike's are seen, the various theatre screens throughout the theatre come to life, eventually showing that of yours truly, Sin City Wrestling's latest signee XANDER BISHOP in the gorilla position, the camera focusing in on his back and more so that of his name ("BISHOP") which can be seen having been stitched onto his custom jersey for the evening.

A second, single pulsating light comes to life shining down upon just him, lighting up the stitching on his back for all to see. As the stitching of his custom jersey he can be seen wearing for the evening is seen by the fans of Sin City Wrestling, and those in attendance for Inception II, he swings around to face the fans, a devilish Cheshire cat like grin can be seen on Bishop's face serving as the perfect statement.

Justin: "Coming from Brooklyn, New York he weighs in tonight at 227 pounds, he stands approximately 6'0" inches in height... he is "THE NEW DYNASTY"... he is XAAAANDER BIIIISHOP!!!"

As Bishop's name is heard he slowly begins making his way on down the entrance aisle, as he walks past his lookalike's, one by one they follow behind him, his ring attire can be seen consisting of a pair of custom made boxing shorts with his logo stitched at the bottom, echoing the color scheme of the jersey he can be seen wearing for the evening.

Bishop also can also be seen sporting a fitted or snap-back flat billed ball cap with the same logo embroidered on the front, a compression sleeve on his left arm, and a matching pair of basketball shoes matching the motif of his attire.

He can be seen slowly getting closer to the ring as he's swarmed with various cheers chants, slowly he walks around to the black steel steps as he, methodically, walks on up them as the cheers and chants continue to be heard, as he slowly slithers on up the side of the nearest ring post like a snake as he does he throws out his arm (viva The Rock) as he continues to soak in the love he's receiving from the nearby fans and those around the arena, the Bishop lookalike's surround the ring as the fan's can be heard continuing to show their support for him as he awaited for his opponents arrival.

Justin: Introducing next...

Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place. With that being said Bullet For My Valentine "Your Betrayal" began to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicking it all off and it was something the thousands in attendance were able to recognize from the start. Didn't take long at all for those fans to begin to change their tune. They went from being excited for action to completely and utterly loathing the show. All because of who was about to make their to the ring.

Only a few seconds had 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.

That being said Calvin found himself stretching 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: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing at this time all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro 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 were vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. Let alone begin to form an actual thought that made any sense. 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 took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.

All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was 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 remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.

Justin: And their opponent...

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the dangerous form of Rage steps from behind the curtain to a loud round of booing from the crowd. He stares directly at the ring, refusing to acknowledge the fans booing and heckling him as he starts walking slowly down the ramp towards the ring. Once there, he stops just outside the ring and grabs a hold of the second rope. He pulls himself up to the ring apron and then steps over the top rope into the ring. He looks around the crowd with a dark and almost demonic look in his eyes as he turns to face his opponents.

Simone: And here we go!

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Calvin Harris darts towards Xander Bishop. The two start trading blows back and forth with Harris gaining the early upper hand. Across the ring, Rage and Hardin mix it up. Calvin Harris lands a hard clothesline, which takes Bishop off of his feet. He goes to grab him but he's knocked down into the corner with a hard forearm from Rage who catches him in the back of the head. Rage starts mud hole stomping Calvin in the corner and laughing as he does it. Hardin runs in shoulder blocks Rage, sending the former World Heavyweight Champion down to ringside.

Simone: It doesn't get much better than this, Jason.

Adams: It certainly does not, Belinda.

Hardin slides under the ropes and down to rings side and immediately squares up with Rage. The two begin trading blows ringside. Out of nowhere Bishop flies down off the apron and takes both men out with a flying double clothesline. He picks Hardin up off of the ground and hurls him through the air and he flips around, flying into the steel barricade. Xander ignores Rage on the ground and goes after Hardin; looking to hurt Jeremiah he puts his knee on his throat and just starts pummeling him. Back inside the ring Calvin Harris gets to his feet. He sees Xander beating on Tiger and looks over to see Rage struggling to get to his feet. Thinking quickly he hops up and grabs the tope rope.

Adams: Uh oh...I don't like the looks of this.

Harris flies up, springboarding himself off of the top rope and missiling towards Rage.

Simone: Here it comes...MEETING KRYPTO......NOOOOOO!

Just as Calvin goes to land his signature springboard superman punch, Rage grabs him out of the air. He pulls him in tight and delivers a punishing overhead belly-to-belly suplex. The back of Harris' head slaps off of the concrete floor and he is out cold. Rage lets out a thunderous scream and turns his head toward Xander who is still beating on Jeremiah Hardin ringside. He walks to Xander and grabs him, turns him around and picks him up onto his shoulder.

Adams: What's he going to do to him?

Rage then gorilla presses Bishop high into the air and then launches him forward. Xander flips over and lands back first across the steel railing, sending a crash through the Casino Theater. Rage lets out another loud scream before darting toward the ring apron. He pulls up the apron and whips out a large steel ladder with little effort before dumping it onto the canvas and sliding it into the ring. He quickly follows the ladder into the ring.

Simone: Rage has certainly come prepared tonight.

The former Sin of Wrath picks up the ladder in the center of the ring and stands it tall, all while wearing a huge ear-to-ear grin across his face. He steadies the ladder and then begins to slowly climb up, enjoying every second of what seems like an easy victory. He gets towards the top and reaches out, his fingers just grazing the contract, and before he can make the second effort to grab the contract a loud cheer runs through the audience.

Adams: It's Hardin. He's not done yet!

Jeremiah Hardin grabs Rage's leg and attempts to pull him down but Rage manages to kick him off. Hardin goes for a second try and this time is successful. Rage lands feet first onto the mat and immediately swings a wild haymaker at Jeremiah. Hardin ducks and then grabs Rage and pulls him in close before spinning him around and executing a reverse Russian leg sweep sending Rage face first into the steel ladder busting the former World Heavyweight Champion's face wide open. He grabs Rage by his head and spins him around before tossing him down to ringside and the crowd goes wild.

Simone: The crowd is squarely behind Hardin here.

Jeremiah, with a smile across his face, spins around expecting to climb the ladder but Xander Bishop cuts him off. Both men stand in the center of the ring, in the shadow of the ladder. They nod to each other before locking up. In a show of strength, Harding pushed Xander back into the corner but Bishops spins around taking Hardin's back and then drives his forearm repeatedly into the back of Big Tiger. He grabs him by the back of the head and then pulls him down to the mat with a crushing neck breaker. He immediately goes after the ladder but Tiger gets up and goes after him. Both men climb the ladder on each side and as they get half way up they begin trading heavy shots. After a few shots are traded, Jeremiah lands a hard shot that knocks Bishop down to the mat. Instead of going for the contract, he positions himself to attack.

Adams: What's he doing? He could win this thing!

As Bishop stumbles to his feet, Jeremiah launches into the air and connects with both feet to the face of Xander, knocking the ladder down to the mat in the process.

Simone: Missile dropkick!

The crowd continues to cheer as Jeremiah gains the upper hand again. He goes to turn around towards the ladder when...

SMACK!

Simone: MEETING KRYPTONITE!

Adams: Calvin Harris just leaped in from out of nowhere and landed his signature superman punch!

The crowd's cheers turn to boos as Calvin is the lone man standing in the ring. He turns to Bishop who is slowly getting to his feet and grabs him, sets him, and crushes his neck into the canvas with a package piledriver.

Simone: MARTYR'S MASSACRE on Xander Bishop!

He quickly turns to Hardin who is rolling to his feet and grabs him, executing another finishing blow.

Simone: Another MARTYR'S MASSACE....this time on Hardin!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Harris relishes in the boos but as he turns to the fallen ladder with a wide grin he's met with an unexpected boot to the gut.

Adams: Rage is alive!

The bloodied Rage grabs Harris and picks him up, holding him across his chest. He starts to stomp around the ring.

Simone: Uh oh....Harris is in a bad spot.

Adams: We've seen this before.

Simone: RAGE SLAM!!!!!! Onto the ladder!

Rage drills Calvin into the fallen steel ladder with his patented Argentine sidewalk slam. Calvin writhes in pain as Rage nudges him off of the ladder. Once again the former World Heavyweight Champion picks the ladder up and steadies it in the center of the ring. Blood still dripping down his face, he begins to climb. He gets to the top, again his fingers grazing the contract, when the ladder begins to sway to the left.

Simone: Hardin is up! He's pushing the ladder over!

Hardin tosses the ladder over onto its side, sending Rage groin first on top of the top rope, crushing his family jewels.

Crowd: Ooooooooooh......

Out of nowhere, as Rage dangles on top of the rope....

SMACK!

Adams: Bishop just nailed Rage with an Enziguri!

Rage slides off of the rope and hits the concrete floor below out cold. Xander's celebration is cut short as Jeremiah runs over and lands a hard knee to Bishop's midsection. He underhooks his arms and with a smile on his face, spins around and drives Bishop's face into the fallen ladder with a rolling cutter.

Simone: TIGER'S AMBITION! Right on the ladder!

Hardin enjoys the moment for a second or two, catching his breathing. He looks around the ring and sees everyone out so he goes to make his move. With Bishop out of the ladder he ducks down to ringside and pulls out a new ladder from underneath the ring. He slides it into the ring and the crowd begins to chant as he sets up his ladder.

Crowd: TIGER! TIGER! TIGER!

He begins to climb and as he gets near the top, Calvin Harris runs up the other side. They begin to exchange blows and Harris grabs hold of Hardin. He holds his head tight and sets him up for what looks like a vertical suplex off the top of the ladder.

Simone: Oh no...

Adams: He's gonna suplex right down on top of Xander Bishop!

Just before Harris can suplex Jeremiah, Rage runs in the ring and steps underneath Harris.

Adams: This can't be good...

Rage pulls Harris into a powerbomb, which simultaneously pulls Hardin into a suplex. Both Harris and Hard come toppling down on top of Xander Bishop who was still out cold on top of the fallen ladder.

Simone: Oh my...

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Rage stands alone again and this time he wastes no time. He steps up the ladder and with a bloody face, unclasps the contract.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner......and NEEEEEEEEEEEW King of the Hill.........RAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!

Simone: Rage has just won a guarenteed shot at any championship.

Adams: More to the point, he has stopped anyone else from trying to get the championship off his friend by holding this prize.

---

Sam Marlowe is sitting dejected near medical with a small pad of gauze held to a still bleeding cut on her head as she is approached by Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean who both give her looks of concern as she looks up at the pair.

Sam Marlowe: Hey guys...

Her voice quivers as her eyes are glassy and streaks of blood faintly move down her cheeks. Jamie stands beside her as Ben gives her a look. Both have serious looks on their faces.

Ben: You look a mess Ginge, you all right?

Sam offers him a smile as she swipes at a trickle of blood.

Sam Marlowe: I'm fine, little bloody but I'm ok. What about you Jamie, ready for your title match?

Trying to change the subject, she slowly stands and sways slightly which has both men grabbing for her but she holds up her hands to stop them. She takes a step or two to show them that she is ok. Turning back to the pair, she offers a smile as she straightens up.

Jamie: Nice try Sam. I'm ready but we are also hearing something that I want you to confirm.

Ben: People backstage are nattering on about you being suspended by Christian Underwood. They aren't telling the truth are they?

Sam turns away from the pair as she takes a slow breath and her eyes begin to blink rapidly.

Sam Marlowe: Yeah, seems Christian ain't too happy with me bleeding all over his backstage or something like that...

Spinning quickly, Sam teasing is matched with a smile that fades quickly as her eyes roll upwards and she pitches forward, her fall stopped by Ben and Jamie's quick reflexes. The duo helps her towards medical as the view moves back to ringside.

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Back with The Surf Boys once more...

Narly: Dude! Dude! Look who it is!

Narly points with excitement as he sees Jessie Salco listening to music through her iPod. Radical jumps up in excitement.

Radical: We totes need to get her autograph!

Narly and Radical run towards Jessie, bumping in to each other as they go, sending each other bouncing off each other and in to opposite walls in the hallway. Eventually, they get to Jessie. Jessie takes the earbuds out of her ears.

Narly: Dudette! Have you heard The Beach Boys Greatest Hits?

Jessie looks at Narly like he just grew an extra head.

Jessie: You have heard the music I've been coming out to since I made my SCW debut, right? Why the hell would I listen to the Beach Boys?!

Radical: You should totes give it a try, it rawks!

Narly: Anyway dudette, we're collecting autographs tonight, so could we have yours?

Both men hand out their autograph books and a pen, a look of excitement on their faces.

Jessie: You know what? Fuck it, I don't have anything better to do now aside from listening to the new Sepultura album.

Jessie responds before she signs their autograph books. As Jessie walks away, Radical looks at Narly.

Radical: She should totes listen to that album. It really does rawk.

With a nod of agreement, Narly and Radical dart off in search of more SCW stars.

---

Backstage, Alexis Staggs is seen picking a bottle of water off a catering table, her match done and dusted with a win over Aphrodite. Alexis is now out of her wrestling gear and wearing a pair of dark jeans, Sin City Wrestling t-shirt and a light opened jacket over the top. She turns around, only for a red circular peice of plastic flies towards her hitting her on the cheek.

Alexis: What the hell?

Another one flies at her and hits her on the other cheek, this time yellow. A soft grow escapes here lungs as she moves in the direction of the flying plastic circles. She looks down on the ground to see Alex Rush sitting on the floor with a set of tiddleywinks and a plastic cup. He looks up at Alexis and stands up.

Alexis: What the hell are you doing?

Alex: Playing Tiddleywinks, you want to play?

Alexis: No I don't wanna play. You shot me in the face!

Alex: Not the first time I've heard that lately, not the first time I've heard that in the last hour, but at least it didn't get in ya hair like the last person who said that.

Alexis looks confused as she stares at the rockstar, but figures out what he means. Her face changes to disgust.

Alexis: You're sick!

Alex puts his hand on his head, checking his temperature.

Alex: Are you sure? Cause me doctor told me it was only crabs, and a little comb and special shampoo will clear it up in no time.

Alexis: I'm not talking about... Ugh.

Alex: Sorry for shooting ya in the face, I shoulda tiddled but I winked instead. I'm a right old winker sometimes.

Alexis: Sorry, who are you again?

Alex: Alex Rush, rockstar, occasional wrestler, collector of phone numbers and bottle openers, but I have more numbers than bottle openers. Who might I be talking to?

Alexis: I'm Alexis Staggs, and if you knew anything about wrestling, you'd know who I am.

Alex taps his finger on his chin, as if in thought.

Alex: Alexis Staggs... Alexis Staggs.... 'ere, did your mum and dad own a chippy down the Old Kent Road?

Alexis: No, and where is the Old Kent Road?

Alex: Well, it's by The Old Kent Road, innit? Keep up.

Alexis: I don't even know what you're talking about and I got better things to do than to talk to idiots.

With that, Alexis storms off, but Alex calls after her.

Alex: Ere, did you notice our names sound the same. Alex, Alexis, Alex, Alexis.

Alex gets no response, but former SCW star Kale Smith appears next to him.

Kale: Who was that mate?

Alex: I dunno, just some doris who's gonna inherit a chippy down the Old Kent Road someday.

With that, the scene fades out.

---

Adams: Ha! Hahaha! Bombshells! Bombshells everywhere! I love it!

Simone: Gee...Really? I couldn't tell at all...

Adams: I know! That's why I told you!

Simone: Ugh...Why do I bother sometimes?

The camera focuses to ringside where the ring is now surrounded by most of the Bombshell locker room. Alexis Staggs, Amy Marshall, Samantha Marlowe, Chelsea Payne, Evie Baang, Zuri Chastain, Belinda Warwick and Kate Steele all stand around the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: I think The Mean Girls are going to be quite outnumbered in this one.

Adams: I think that's the point.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman our next contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Lumberjill match!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop as all eyes dart to the entrance. The crowd quiets down as well until 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 seconds, a figure comes out of the shadows in a black hooded jacket, zipped up, and a pair of black hot pants, down to the knee pads and black faux fur boots.

Justin Decent: Introducing first...Weighing in at one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, from Beverly Hills California...Celeste North!!!

Brown hair falls out of the hood while the face remains covered in shadows. The person is looking down, their hair dangling for a moment. As the chorus comes up, the feminine figure raises her head to reveal Celeste North. She has her hands tucked into the hood of her jacket, walking along as if the venue were empty, paying attention to nobody. She doesn't seem to care one bit as she comes to the end of the ramp. She pulls her hands out of her pockets and darts up to the apron, leaping up. She turns around, holding her hands up in the air for a second, seeming to feel the music. After a moment she turns around and enters the ring. She unzips her hooded jacket, hanging it on the far turnbuckle as she backs into it, eyes locked on the curtains as she puts a foot up on the pad, arms sprawled out on the ropes as she waits.

Simone: Did Celeste even notice all of the Bombshells around the ring?

Adams: Apparently not? And her good friend Alexis is staring right at her now, too.

On the outside, Alexis Staggs has her eyes locked on Celeste, almost trying to get her attention, but Celeste pays no mind to any of the lumberjills. She almost seems uninterested as she waits for her opponent.

The lights in the arena drop down as a pink glow takes over the stage. The fans look on in wonderment. "Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits over the PA system as the lights begin to flash like cameras from all over the arena. The fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans in. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring representing The Mean Girls and accompanied by Delia Darling, Angelica and Veronica Taylor...from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Once the Mean Girls have made it to just feet away from the ring, they all stop, looking around at all of the lumberjills. All eyes are narrowed and focused directly on them as a few of them have their arms folded. They don't seem to care as Mercedes finally makes her way over to the steps, walks up them and steps on to the turnbuckle. She looks down at Celeste with disdain before she looks around the crowd and then enters the ring a few moments later.

Simone: The tension surrounding the ring is just maddening. Can you feel it, Jason?

Adams: Huh? What did you say?!

Simone: This is going to happen throughout this entire match, isn't it? Jason?!

Adams: What?!

Celeste stays back in her corner, glaring across the ring at Mercedes, but she hasn't moved an inch. Her arms are still sprawled across the ropes and she feigns a yawn, showing how uninterested she is. Delia, Veronica and Angelica all take their place on the outside, ignoring the rest of the lumberjills and waiting for their girl to do her thing. Jacob Summers stands between the two Bombshells as Mercedes takes a few steps forward, but Celeste doesn't.

Simone: Celeste better change her attitude if she wants to have a chance at winning this one at all.

Adams: I don't think she cares.

Jacob Summers looks at both women before he finally calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jacob steps back, expecting an all out brawl from the start, but Celeste slowly pushes herself away from her corner, rolling her eyes. She finally looks around the ring at the lumberjills then back to Jacob Summers summoning him over to her. Everyone looks confused, as does Jacob as he steps over to her and she starts talking to him, pointing all around the ring at the lumberjills.

Simone: What is she doing?

Adams: It sounds like she's asking that the lumberjills don't interfere? But...

Celeste then points directly at Veronica, nodding with a wicked smile.

Adams: She's giving permission for Veronica to interfere? This is so confusing.

Simone: A kleenex is confusing to you, Jason.

The lumberjills all look around at each other, confusion written all over their faces. Alexis Staggs walks over to where Celeste is standing, looking directly at her.

Alexis: What the hell are you doing, C?!

Celeste looks down at her very seriously.

Celeste: Stay out of this, Lex. I don't want any of you helping me.

Alexis shakes her head and takes a step back. Mercedes smirks from the opposite side of the ring and after a few moments, Celeste finally spins around and glares at her. Mercedes taunts Celeste, trying to get inside her head, but that seems to have happened weeks ago. Celeste takes a few steps forward towards Mercedes, brings her right hand up and proceeds to give Mercedes the finger, telling her exactly what she thinks of her, and the crowd lets out a collective laugh, as does the lumberjills around the ring. Except the Mean Girls of course.

Adams: Well...that was uncalled for.

Simone: To quote you from just a few moments ago...I don't think she cares.

Mercedes and Celeste finally get toe to toe. Mercedes has her hands on her hips and she's mouthing off a few words to Celeste, still trying to get into her head. Celeste just stands there, slowly blinking her eyes without a care, doing practically nothing. Mercedes grins then brings her right hand up, and pats Celeste on the cheek, trying to elicit some sort of response from her. Trying to provoke her, but Celeste still does nothing. The crowd starts making some noise, trying to do the same, and turns around to look towards the Mean Girls, laughing. They're all pointing at Celeste and laughing, each one shouting the word "Pathetic" as she stands there, doing nothing.

Simone: I don't know what has gotten into Celeste, but she needs to do something...anything.

Adams: Right?! If it weren't for the ring being surrounded by most of the Bombshell roster, this would be pretty boring to me right now!

On the outside of the ring, Alexis stands near the ropes with her palms on the ring apron. She's staring at Celeste, shaking her head, not only confused but disappointed. But when Mercedes spins back around to try and provoke Celeste again, Celeste catches her, and everyone guard with a hard right hook to the jaw that sends Mercedes right down to the canvas and the crowd lets out a massive cheer!

Simone: Finally!

Celeste stands over Mercedes, glaring down at her as Mercedes just holds on to her jaw and glares back up at her. When she tries to stand up, Celeste nails her with a vicious boot stop to the gut! The crowd cheers again and Celeste backs away for a moment, her breathing intensifying as she brings her hands up to her head and grips her hair. When Mercedes gets to her hands and knees, Celeste steps forward and delivers a hard kick to the side, and follows it up with a boot to the back of the head!

Adams: Damn, she's being vicious!

Simone: Can you blame her? She hates the Mean Girls with a passion.

Adams: Who doesn't?

Everyone stops and looks up to her, confused, but they all back away, shaking their heads and Celeste grips the top rope, staring down at Mercedes. Mercedes slowly pulls herself back up to her feet and just as she does, Celeste pulls back and launches herself over the top rope and down to Mercedes with a springboard flying cross body that sends both women crashing to the floor! The Mean Girls are the only ones that descend on the situation like wolves as Delia and Angelica grab Celeste and pull her away from Mercedes. Delia and Angelica hold her back, pulling her head back as Veronica stands in front of Celeste, smiling wickedly at her. She yells the words "Sorry Not Sorry Hunty" to Celeste, who just laughs at her before Veronica bitch slaps her hard across the face and then kicks her had in the gut!

Simone: This is sickening. The rest of the lumberjills need to do something!

Adams: Celeste told them not to. I think they're listening to her.

Simone: Well...Alexis isn't anymore.

Having had enough of this display, Alexis rushes around the ring, ready to help her best friend out. She launches herself at Veronica, hitting her with a spear then jumps back to her feet as Delia and Angelica attack her back. Not wanting Alexis to be the only one to get a piece of the action, Amy Marshall, Belinda Warwick and Evie Baang all rush over to help Alexis as a brawl ensues! Kate Steele, Samantha Marlowe and Zuri Chastain grab Mercedes Vargas and roll her back into the ring as Chelsea Payne helps Celeste up and rolls her back into the ring!

Simone: Jacob Summers has his hands full at the moment. The lumberjills aren't done brawling on the outside!

Adams: That's fine by me! I'm loving every minute of this!

Both Mercedes and Celeste have to take a few moments to collect themselves once they are back in the ring and the situation on the outside finally dies down a few moments later as all parties back away. Alexis glares at the Mean Girls as Evie and Amy pull her away, but Alexis yanks her arms away from the two before turning around and looking back into the ring at Celeste and Mercedes. Mercedes is back on her feet first as Celeste has a hold of the ropes and is pulling herself up to her feet, but Mercedes walks over to her, grabbing her by her long brown hair and pulling her away from the ropes! Mercedes clutches Celeste's hair in her hand as she glares at her opponent and shouts in her face before delivering a standing uppercut and Celeste crashes right back down to the canvas.

Simone: Payback is a bitch I guess.

Mercedes crouches down over Celeste, grabs a hold of her head and begins pummeling her right shot after shot to the head, trying to wear her down quickly. Alexis watches on and shakes her head as she slams her hands against the ring, trying to cheer Celeste on. Mercedes takes a moment to glance over to Alexis and grin at her then shakes her head as if saying that won't happen. It's a momentary distraction that gives Celeste a quick advantage as when Mercedes turns and looks back to her, she's met with a fist right to the mouth! Celeste follows it up by grabbing her by the throat and rolling her over on to her back so that Celeste is now on top of Mercedes!

Adams: You were saying about payback?

Simone: Yeah, yeah. Just watch the match. A bombshell is on top of another bombshell!

Adams: Oh I know! I love it!

Celeste wraps her hands around Mercedes throat and begins choking her, ignoring Jacob warning her to stop. She has a fiery look in her eyes as she puts more pressure on Mercedes airway and Jacob begins his mandatory count. 1...2...3...4...Celeste finally breaks it up before the five count, though it was clearly against her better judgement. She gets back to her feet as Mercedes chokes and gasps for air and Jacob warns her not to do it again, but she doesn't care as she turns around and glares directly at the Mean Girls on the outside.

Simone: What the hell is she doing now? She needs to focus on Mercedes!

Celeste walks over towards the rope nearest her most hated rivals and she shocks everyone when she steps through the ropes and jumps down to the outside right by them! Delia, Angelica and Veronica all laugh as Celeste stalks them, almost trying to provoke them but Alexis won't have any of this as she rushes over and steps directly in front of Celeste, trying to get her attention. Celeste is still glaring right at Delia as Alexis pulls Celeste back, or tries to as Celeste now fights against Alexis trying to get at Delia! Delia steps forward and slaps Celeste across the face as Alexis is dragging her away, which doesn't sit well with Celeste!

Adams: That's twice now that Celeste has been bitch slapped by the Mean Girls.

Simone: Yeah and now this time it was when Alexis was holding her back, trying to get her away! I don't think she'll appreciate that much.

Celeste continues to fight against Alexis but Evie Baang comes up to the two of them and actually helps Alexis toss Celeste back in the ring! Alexis looks to her former arch rival and the two just grin at one another and look back to the ring where Mercedes is back on her feet and Celeste has just been fed right back to her! Mercedes reaches down and pulls Celeste up by her hair and does an over the shoulder snapmare followed by a big boot to the face! Celeste collapses down the canvas as Mercedes drops down for the cover!

1...

2...

3-No! Celeste gets her shoulder up just before the count of three!

Adams: Well at least that one didn't cause her to forget to get her shoulder up.

Simone: She almost didn't...

Mercedes pulls Celeste up by her hair and drags her over towards the ropes! She spins her around and then tosses her through the second rope and Celeste crashes down right by The Mean Girls! Angelica is the first to jump on top of her as she starts an all out cat fight with Celeste and Mercedes watches on with a smile. Alexis and Amy rush over to them but Amy is caught off guard by Veronica and Alexis is dealt with by Delia! Angelica claws and scratches at Celeste's face before she drags her back to her feet and rolls her back in the ring to the waiting Mercedes!

Simone: Jesus...look at Celeste's face! It's all scratched up!

Adams: War wounds. She'll get over it.

Mercedes stands back as Celeste pulls herself back up to her feet with assistance from the ropes. Celeste has her back towards her opponent and when she spins around, Mercedes is charging right at her, but Celeste drops down, pulling the top rope with her and Mercedes crashes to the ground outside! Alexis and Delia are still battling it out and Amy Marshall has Veronica Taylor pinned on the ground! Evie Baang comes rushing over to Mercedes and tries to grab her up to toss her back in the ring, but Mercedes elbows her in the midsection and fights back! Samantha Marlowe and Zuri Chastain rush over to help her out as all three women manage to get the Argentine Assassin back into the ring where Celeste quickly delivers a boot to the back of the head!

Adams: Have I ever said how much I love Lumberjill matches?

Simone: Many times. We get it...

Celeste takes a few steps back, and she grips at her hair again. She seems to be slowly losing it and she wants nothing more than to inflict as much pain on Mercedes as possible, but she's standing back, letting Mercedes get back to her feet. The lumberjills have all returned to their places on the outside of the ring as Celeste and Mercedes are now staring across the ring at one another again. Mercedes has had enough and she charges at Celeste, and Celeste ducks just Mercedes goes to deliver a clothesline! But Mercedes quickly delivers a spinning kick to the back of the head and then grabs a hold of Celeste before she crashes forward to the canvas. She drops Celeste down in a neckbreaker and goes for the cover, but Celeste is wide-eyed just staring up at the ceiling!

1!

Alexis slams her hands against the mat trying to get Celeste's attention. To her surprise, Celeste turns and looks right at her!

2!

Celeste smiles at Alexis as everyone looks on confused.

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner via pinfall...MERCEDES VARGAS!!!

Simone: What...what the hell just happened?

Adams: I think...Celeste just gave Mercedes that win!

Mercedes gets back to her feet as her music hits and Jacob Summers raises her hand in victory. Celeste sits up and just smiles wickedly as all the lumberjills look on confused, but they soon start to make their way to the back, shaking their head. Alexis Staggs is the only one to stay behind, staring at Celeste in shock as Delia, Angelica and Veronica all enter the ring to celebrate with Mercedes and Celeste rolls out of the ring.

Simone: This had to have been the weirdest lumberjill match I've ever witnessed.

Adams: Agreed! But...I still loved it!

Simone: We know. We know.

Alexis walks up to Celeste as she starts walking backwards to the backstage, still keeping her eyes locked on the Mean Girls in the ring. Alexis tries to question Celeste on what she just did, but Celeste ignores her until both women disappear through the curtain and The Mean Girls continue to celebrate in the ring.

---

The smell of pretzels baking near the concession stand lingers through the hallway as Tucker Gillespie and Clint Outlaw of the Job Squad are walking around the backstage area.

Tucker Gillespie: Man, that sure smells incredible.

Clint Outlaw: Do you always have to think of your stomach Tuck?

Tucker places a hand on his belly as it grumbles.

Tucker Gillespie: I can't help it Clint. Whenever I smell food, my stomach decides it's time to eat.

Clint Outlaw: You can feed your gullet later, right now we need to find Wallace and Sheldon before they do something crazier than me trying to ride a vacuum cleaner.

Tucker lowers his head while sucking back some mucus. Clint shakes his head as the two dorks are walking past the catering tables. As they get a few feet away, Clint's eyes land on Rocky Mountains fixing her top as he stops cold.

Tucker Gillespie: What's the matter Clint? You got a spur in your boot.

Clint Outlaw: No, I just saw a heavenly angel.

Tucker chuckles while tugging on Clint's arm. Clint mouths a few words that shouldn't be said on national television.

---

The camera cuts to a backstage area where Ben Jordan wanders through the hallways. Ben is seen dressed in a silver suit with a black shirt, opened at the collars. He turns the corner and almost in to Ms Rocky Mountains. Ben puts his hands up.

Ben: Sorry darling, nearly knocked you right off your plates there.

She looks at Ben slightly confused.

Ben: Ya feet love.

Ben points down to Rocky's feet as a look of "ah" crosses her face.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I didn't know you was gonna be here tonight Ben.

Ben: I wasn't gonna be, it was me dear ol' mum's birthday yesterday, so I flew back from seeing here yesterday and it's me Dad's birthday tomorrow so I'm here for a flying visit and will be on me way out of here at the end of the night and back home to blighty.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's a long way to come just for a show. I'm sure the bosses would have let ya off.

Ben: Yeah, but I'm a bit of a fan so I don't mind sneaking back over here for a few hours. Besides, I got to see Sammi rip it up tonight. I saw Evie do over The Fallen with Odette, got to see The Female Elders defend their tag titles, I've seen me old mate Mickey get involved, and I still get to see Lord Raab rip it up with a Hall of Famer, and I get to see Jamie Dean step in to the ring in one of the biggest matches of his life.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You sure have a lot of friends around here.

Ben: Well, you treat people how you wanna be treated, so yeah, I call those guys my friends.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You mentioned Jamie. How is he feeling?

Ben: Gonna have to ask him darling, but he's focused like I've never seen him before. He's proper looking forward to it. Tonight is gonna be the start of something big for Jamie, trust me. Actually, while I got you here, and there's a camera there.

Ben turns and points towards the camera.

Ben: I just wanna put it out there that next weekend, I'm throwing a big ol' party over in Cuba for SCW stars, former stars, pretty much anyone who fancies a weekend in the sun.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Like the last party you threw?

Ben: Exactly like the last party I threw. Starting on Friday, going through to whenever people wanna stop drinking and partying. Everyone's invited, I don't really mind who shows up, just leave ya rivalries at the door and have a good old time. Beers on me, there's a shit ton of bedrooms in my place, so let's have a good ol' time. You are invited too love.

Rocky's face beams with a wide smile.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Thank you, I look forward to it.

Ben: As ya should. It's gonna be the dogs bollocks without a doubt. Anyway, I better get going, I got another old mate of mine around here tonight I need to catch up with. I will catch ya later darling.

Ben winks at Rocky before making his way past her and off camera.

---

Justin: The following match is for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship, Making her way to the ring first...the challenger... from Berkshire England... KATE STEEEEELE.

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

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

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 really 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... and the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off of the stage and down the wrestler ramp. She gets down to the ring and skips one lap around the outside of it before hopping up onto the ring apron. She winks her left eye again and wears a maniacal grin before she slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once inside the ring she stands back up and looks right over at the referee, again with evil intentions. She licks her chops and nods a few times as she stands in the middle of the ring, her entrance music just now beginning to fade out.

Both girls come together in the centre of the ring while Drew holds up the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship showing the world what they are fighting for. Drew doesn't waste any more time as she gives the championship to Justin and signals for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Polly and Kate comes together locking up in a power struggle, Kate gets the upper hand and pushes Polly towards the ropes however Polly comes flying back in and the two lock up once more. Kate once again get the upper hand and pushes Polly away, Polly comes back in with more aggression and the two lock up for a third time this time Polly outsmarts Kate and puts her in a side head lock. Kate tries to struggle her way out of this however Polly has is scouted and she starts to run with Kate's head under her arm and drops the challenger with a running bull dog.

Simone: Nice moves by Polly.

Kate and Polly both snap back up to their feet and the champion rushes towards the challenger looking for a swinging neck breaker but Kate side steps it before she tilts back and drives her boot into Polly's face.

Adams: Not her beautiful features.

Kate grabs onto Polly's head while the champion is on her knees trying to recover, however the challenger has another thing in mind as she flips Polly's face down to the canvas. Kate stands on Polly's spine with her right foot, while she bends down and scoops up the champions arms, driving them back in an awkward submission move. Drew asks Polly if she wants to quit and the champion screams out no.

Simone: Polly has nowhere to go.

Adams: This is text book Kate, she loves to make her opponents tap out... what a glorious way to win back the Internet Championship.

Simone: Please, God no... I can't stand the KateWebs.

Polly's back is arched more as Kate deepens the hold, however Polly is able to yank one of her arms free and the Champion drags herself across the canvas making her way to the bottom rope. Kate is forced to break the hold but she stomps on Polly's back for good measure.

Simone: Well that was uncalled for.

Adams: We seem to say that a lot lately.

Polly holds onto the bottom rope trying to catch her breath while Drew rounds up Kate warning her about her future actions. Kate fibs Drew off and walks around him, however she is caught off guard as Polly uses the ropes to swing up and drop kick Kate in the face. Kate stumbles backwards and Polly pops off the canvas and rushes towards her almost beheading the challenger with a thunderous clothesline. The SCW fans cheer for the move and Polly smirks on wildly.

Adams: Whoa... the KateWebs almost lost its main server.

Simone: Don't you start with that bullshit.

Polly gets up to her feet and she smugly makes her way over towards Kate. Kate has made her way up to her knees and looks to get to her feet but Polly charges in with an ear ring slap across the challenger's face. The fans boo wildly and Polly smirks at them before she drives her knee into the challenger's face. Kate drops back down to the canvas and Polly slams down on top of her with a leg drop the champion quickly rolls the challenger over and goes for the pin. Drew quickly makes the count.

1...

2...

NO! Kate fires up and kicks out much to Polly's distain.

Simone: Polly's got that look in her eyes Jason.

Adams: That's never a good thing.

Polly gets off the canvas and she makes her way over towards the closest turnbuckle, she climbs the corner and makes it to the top rope. Looking down at Kate who is stirring the champion waits for just the right time before she flies off the top rope looking for a cross body. The champion connects with the move however Kate over powers her on the canvas and rolls the champion up. Drew makes the count.

1...

2...

NO! Polly kicks out and she is livid at what has just happened. Kate drags herself up to her feet and she buys some time to catch her breath.

Adams: Holy Moley we almost had a new champion Belly Buttons.

Simone: It was very close indeed.

Kate makes her way back over towards Polly and she helps the champion up via her hair before she drops her back to the canvas with a leg sweep before Kate goes on the attack with a leg drop followed by another and another. Kate goes for a pin but she decides against it as she picks up the champion and Irish whips her across the ring. Polly bounces off the ropes and Kate is waiting for her on the return, Kate looks to plant the champion down with a scoop slam but Polly counters and turns it into a head scissors take down.

Simone: Excellent move.

Adams: Oh no, the KateWebs got tangled up.

Polly is straight back on the attack as she defends her championship, she stomps across the ring lifting Kate up before driving her palm across her face once more. The champion starts to trash talk the challenger, the fans booing this action but Polly couldn't care less. Polly ducks Kate's head down under her arm before she sweeps her leg for a face buster DDT. Polly quickly rolls Kate over and hooks the leg. Drew slides in to make the pin count.

1...

2..

NO! Kate manages to get her foot on the bottom rope and Polly is livid. Polly slaps the canvas in anger before she gets back to her feet. She sizes Kate up and she rushes back towards the challenger who is bent over and Polly looks to drive her knee into the side of Kate's face. However, Kate catches her leg and the challenger hooks the other one slamming Polly to the canvas hooking her up for a Boston crab. Polly screams in pain and she reaches for the ropes and she quickly gets to them.

Simone: Kate is always one steps a head when it comes to submission holds.

Adams: That's the second time she has caught Polly off guard.

Polly holds the bottom rope while staring up at Kate who is smirking down to her. Kate makes her way over towards her but Polly screams at Drew and reminds him that she is still holding the ropes. Drew steps in between the girls and Polly powers up and rushes towards Kate. Drew is caught in the middle and he doesn't see Polly thumb Kate in the eyes. Drew gets out of the way and Polly comes flying in towards Kate she grabs hold of the challenger's head and slams her down with a sit out face plant.

Adams: The Polly POP.

Polly isn't done there she rolls Kate over to her back before she rushes towards the ropes, jumping off the middle one and hits Kate with a somersault.

Adams: AND The Perfect Play!!!!

Polly quickly hooks the leg of the challenger and Drew makes the count.

1...

2...

3...

Ding, ding, ding..

Justin: Here is your winner AND STILL Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion... Miss Polly Plaaaaaytime.

Polly rushes to her feet is quickly reunited with her championship belt, that she raises into the air while Drew holds up her other arm in victory.

---

The camera returns to Ben Jordan, standing outside of a locker room. He taps his knuckles on the door and waits for it to open. The door swings open to see Henry Losack standing behind it.

Ben: Is the big man around? I know his match is up next, but need to have a quick word with him.

Henry points in to the room and Ben walks through the door. He sees Lord Raab himself with his back towards Ben, and Samuel to one side of him. Ben politely nods at Samuel and moves towards Raab. Raab spins around, his fists raised towards Ben, but Ben puts a hand up.

Ben: Easy big fella, no need to knock me block off.

Raab lowers his hands, looking towards Ben.

Ben: Just came in to give ya some last minute words and get your head in the game.

Lord Raab: My head is in the game.

Ben: I just want you to remember what we spoke about. Not everyone you face is a demon from the past. Just stay focused on the fact you're taking on nothing more than a man. Keep yourself calm and controlled. I know he's got in ya dome a bit, but forget all that. Just focus on beating him, not killing him. How ya feeling about this one?

Lord Raab: I just want to end his career once and for all. Goth's the reason why I've not been able to accept friendships as I always get stabbed in the back like it has been the rest of my life. I'm gonna destroy him with every ounce of my body and leave him in a wheelchair.

Raab pauses for a little while to take a breather as he speaks again.

Lord Raab: I'm making sure he doesn't come back and focusing on beating every inch out of him until he can't stand anymore. I'm gonna smash his fucking head in and leave him all blooded up for the match so I can move on from him forever. I'm gonna knock him out and win.

Ben: Well you sound convincing mate. Just remember, focus the energy on those goals of yours. Make him regret coming back, just try not to put him in the hospital. Good luck out there big fella.

Lord Raab: That's what I aim to do and thank you.

With that, Ben nods as Raab as the scene fades.

---

The camera would be placed in a dark room where it would try to focus, but failed to until a lantern would light up which showed a very small portion of the area around the painted vigilante who was dressed in nearly all black, but with black and white facepaint that resembled the crow, but instead of both sides having a smiley face, one side had a frown.

"You wonder where your next chance at life will be.. Wonder if there is hope, forgiveness, ..peace.. You come around a spoke of broken lies, lost wonders, broken dreams.. Does your life really matter to you or are you just keeping yourself alive long enough to see the world for what it really is. Oh don't talk of love the shadows purr murmuring me away from you.. Don't talk of worlds that never were. The end is all that's ever true. There's nothing you can ever say.. nothing you can ever do.. This will be the end of everything that you know. I know we'll get up for the ring, so here we go. Don't even try to hold me down, watch me. This is the way that it is - get ready, here I come. Drop the debt on you, don't want to try to run. And when I'm finished with you, watch me.. You see, when you come around to my dungeon, it will be YOUR fall .. When your family, your friends.. your wife, your kids ever wonder where their father had disappeared off to, they have to look to the shadows that lurk around every corner, every step, every single moment of their lives.. You will find darkness soon enough.."

After speaking those words, the door would open to what seemed to be a shack and it was pouring the rain outside before he would take a step out and let the coldness of rainfall splash onto his pale skin. His skin was at the color of which someone who was dead would have.. What happened to the happy and joyful, cocky and energetic Lucas Bright? He was long gone, Leon Black was now present and he was going to show the SCW what he was reborn, he was going to plow through anyone who would get in his way to be the king of the mountain.

---

Justin: This match is a special unsanctioned attraction match... introducing first... from New York City, NY.... Goth!

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

Justin: And his opponent... from Cologne, Germany.... Lord Raab.

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before Raab can get into the ring, Goth climbs out of the ring and charges towards him, where Raab swings for Goth but Goth ducks and boots Raab in the gut before delivering a couple of punches to the face of Raab, but Raab responds with a knee to the gut and follows it up with a hard punch, which staggers Goth for a moment and hits another. With Goth a little dazed, Raab grabs and picks up Goth and then dumps him across the barrier.

Simone: Even before the bell has rung, the action has start even before Raab can down to the ring.

Adams: It shows that Goth hasn't been around for a while.

Simone: Give him time. But for now though he is struggling.

The referee quickly calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Goth goes to ground holding his torso, but quickly gets back to his feet but only to be greeted by another stiff fist to his face, which sends him over the barrier and into the crowd. Raab briefly back away but moves back in as Goth climbs to his feet and Raab gets closer Goth grabs Raab by the head and drives it into the barrier.

Adams: Goth is in a little bit of trouble here.

Simone: Doesn't look like it from here.... Early days.

Raab stumbles back holding his face, as Goth climbs onto the barrier, where he leaps off and kicks Raab in the check, which sends both men down. Laying on the mat for a brief moment, they both climb back to their feet, where Goth grabs Raab and throws him back into the ring. Once Raab is inside the ring, Goth lifts up the apron skirt and looks around for a weapon and pulls out couple trash can lids and climbs into the ring with them.

Simone: Where did that come from?

Adams: I'm guessing Goth planted them earlier on.

Before Goth can climb to his feet, Raab moves in and delivers a boot the head and shoulder before bending down and grabbing and pulling him to his feet before punching Goth and sending him down to the mat once more. Raab approaches Goth and delivers another boot the body of Goth, who slowly rolls away but Raab follows, in which Goth climbs back to his feet. Once back to his feet, Raab grabs his hand and pushes him against the ropes before whipping him into the ropes and as Goth comes back Raab hits a clothesline.

Adams: Goth isn't really getting into this match... but can't fault him for this as he is getting straight back up.

Goth lays on the mat holding his chest, while Raab saunters over to the trashcan lid that Goth put into the ring and picks it up, turning to see Goth slowly making his way up to his feet. Raab then approaches and then charge at Goth with the lid, but Goth hits a drop toe hold on Raab, which sends Raab into the ropes neck first, which makes him drop the lid to the outside of the ring.

Simone: I was wondering how long before a weapon would be introduced.

Adams: Well it wasn't used as Goth has Raab scouted and stops Raab from using the lid and it slows Raab down.

This gives Goth an opening and he quickly gets to his feet, as does Raab. Goth grabs one of the other lids and as Raab charges at him, Goth swings the lid and hits one of Raab legs and then Goth goes for his other leg and connect, which takes Raab down to his knees. Goth then follows up it with cracking Raab across his back, which Raab grunts from the pain. Goth then moves round and grabs Raab by the hair pulling him up. Goth smirks but before he can do anything else, Raab grabs him and lifts him up and drops him down on his back.

Adams: It was going so well for Goth there... but he decides to stop and think and that was a mistake.

Simone: Maybe a mistake but Goth certainly slowed Raab down a little.

Goth lays on the mat holding his back, while Raab sits for a moment thinking what to do next, as Raab climbs back to his feet, where he walks past Goth, who is making his way to his feet, and grabs the used lid. Raab then grabs Goth and pulls him to his feet, where he then goes to whip him once more, in which as he comes back Raab swings for him but Goth ducks and rolls out of the way before getting to his feet, where kicks Raab away but Raab responds by driving the lid into the head of Goth, who collapses to the mat.

Simone: What a shot!

Adams: If Goth wasn't in trouble then... he is now.

Throwing away the bent and crumpled trash can lid, Raab looks down at Goth before grabbing him and picking him up, where he grabs him the throat and goes for a choke slam but Goth somehow counters and hits a double knee face breaker.

Adams: What a counter! I though Goth was down and out... but what a counter.

Goth sits on the mat for a moment shaking the cobwebs from his head, as he crawls over to Raab and goes for a pin...

Simone: Impressive counter and now he goes for a pin...

1...

2...

Kickout...

Goth shakes his head before rolling out of the ring and begins to look around for some possible weapons underneath the ring. As he searches he finds a fire extinguisher, bag of thumbtacks, steel chair, a small hammer and various other things, but he chooses a fire extinguisher, thumbtacks, steel chair, signs, lids and hammer. Throwing them into the ring, Goth climbs back in.

Adams: Close with the pin.

Simone: Here we go... Goth going for more weapons.

Once back in the ring, Goth goes over to Raab and pulls him to his feet, where he whips him into the corner, where he delivers several knees to the stomach of Raab before hitting a couple of forearm smashes as he then follows it up with a snap Suplex.

Simone: Goth is getting really into this match and has the upper hand as he delivers a snap suplex.

Goth climbs back to his feet, where he grabs the fire extinguisher, where he fire is off into the face and body of Raab, who tries to scramble away but is quickly stopped by Goth who drives the extinguisher across the back of Raab.

Adams: Here we go... the extinguisher coming into play.

Simone: Double use of the weapon. I think Goth is enjoying himself.

Goth flips Raab over and drives the extinguisher into the gut of Raab. Goth flings the extinguisher away, as he then stomps on Raab a few times before heading towards the pile of goodies. Grabbing the chair and the thumbtacks, he drops the chair down in the centre of the ring and then opens the bag of thumbtacks and sprinkles them over the chair and around the chair.

Adams: Ooo thumbtacks.

Simone: I think the fans will echo the same reaction. This isn't going to be pretty.

With Goth preoccupied with the chair and thumbtacks, Raab crawls towards the pile of weapons and grabs the hammer before making his way to his feet as he hides the hammer the best he can. Goth turns to see Raab back on his feet, where he approaches Raab and grabs him but Raab surprises Goth and hits him with the hammer. Goth falls to mat, where Raab follows and drops to his knee and begins to drives the hammer into Goth's head a few times busting him open, much to the delight of the fans.

Simone: Goth is too preoccupied with setting up something with the tacks and chair to realise that Raab is up and has a hammer.

Adams: Goth fails to see the hammer in Raab's hand and gets the rough end of it.

Simone: Cleaver. Looks like the hammer shots have busted Goth open.

Raab pushes the hammer away and goes for a pin...

1...

2...

2.5... Kickout...

Adams: Close... but I don't know how Goth kicked out of that.

Raab slaps the mat and glares at the ref before stating it was three, but the ref stick with their original decision. Raab turns and goes for another pin.

1...

2..

Kickout...

Simone: Same again... Raab is a little annoyed at the ref.

Raab slaps the mat in frustration and yells at Goth to stay down. Climbing back to his feet, Raab looks around and spots the chair and the thumbtacks and grins from behind his mask. Picking Goth up, he drags the bloody Goth to the ropes, where he lifts him up into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, where Raab climbs the turnbuckle to the top, where he pulls Goth up to his feet, as he tries for a Suplex, Goth fights back a little and begins to punch and jab into the ring of Raab, which Raab becomes a little unsteady, Goth then adjust himself and slide himself through the gap between Raab and the ropes, he turns and pushes Raab into the ropes, who ends up crotching himself.

Adams: Now sure what Raab has planned here.

Simone: Whatever it maybe it looks dangerous for both.

Goth clings onto the ropes, as he gives himself a moment to recover before climbing the ropes to the top, where he grabs Raab around the waist and pulling him up, he then lets out several deeps breathes and then hits a top rope release German Suplex onto the chair and thumbtacks below.

"Holy Shit.... Holy Shit... Holy Shit."

Adams: Holy *beep*

Simone: Need to beep that out... But damn! Raab has to be out cold and Goth won't be able to finish this match with his blood loss.

The crowd chants and go wild, as both men lay motionless on the mat, as the ref check on the both men before starting to count.

1...

2...

3...

Goth crawls away very slow, as the blood flows down his face onto the mat, as Raab attempts to move but every time he does more tacks stick to him.

Adams: Crowd is loving this.

4...

5...

6...

Goth gets to the ropes and clings onto them, as Raab decides to roll away even though a few more thumbtacks stick into him but decides to accept the pain, as he also crawls to the ropes and grabs them.

Simone: Look at all those tacks in the body of Raab. That has to hurt.

7...

8...

Using the ropes, Goth manages to get to his feet, which breaks the count. He stumbles over towards Raab and grabs the chair on the way and he does to swing the chair at Raab but Raab ducks and boots Goth in the stomach, which Goth drops the chair and Raab hits a DDT to Goth.

Adams: Especially rolling out of them.

Simone: Goth is first back up to his feet and grabs a chair.

Raab slowly climbs back to his feet and grabs the chair and lifts it high before bringing it down across the body of Goth, as Goth screams out, but this doesn't stop Raab who lifts the chair up once more and brings it down again across the legs of Goth. Raab keeps on going with the chair - lifting it up and smashing it down on Goth until the ref intervenes and forces Raab to stop.

Simone: Nice DDT from Raab on Goth. But now Raab has the chair and...

Adams: Ouch! Raab isn't letting up against Goth.

Raab drops the chair and pushes the ref away as drops down and begins to sets up and locks in the Killerlock (Anaconda Vice). With Goth out of it, he doesn't even attempt to fight to escape as he barely moves and the ref shakes their head and calls the match.

Simone: The ref forces Raab to stop the chair shots, but Raab quickly moves onto locking Goth in a submission move.

Ding...

Ding...

The ref leans through the ropes and speaks to Justin who nods, as Raab releases the hold and stands to his feet and raises his arms up and roars.

Justin: The ref has ruled that Goth cannot continues, so the winner of this match Lord Raab.

Adams: No tapping needed as Goth is too out of it as Raab is declared the winner.

Raab lowers his arms and looks down at Goth, where he grabs him and throws him out of the ring before continuing to celebrate as his music hits over the pa.

---

The scene opens backstage to find Evie Baang standing backstage beside Odette Stevens the two are in deep conversation after Odette's big return. Pussy Willow can be seen rushing up towards them microphone in hand and she cuts them off. Evie turns to look at Pussy before turning back to Odette ignoring the blonde's existence.

Pussy: Evie... Evie... Odette... Odette... Can I...

Before Pussy can continue Odette's strong Aussie accent is heard.

Odette: Pussy... Pussy... Can you?

Pussy just smiles before she drags a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear nervously.

Pussy: Odette it's great to see you back... can I just ask, are you back for good or was this just a one time thing?

Evie just rolls her eyes while she crosses her arms over her chest, looking between Pussy and Odette waiting to see what the answer is... even though she already knows it. Odette licks her glossed lips and smiles.

Odette: I wouldn't call it a full blown come back... but as long as Wardy wants to see my girl in the tag team division... I'm going to be around.

Odette smiles at Evie, who just keeps her stern, look on her face.

Odette: You see Mark Ward, wanted to embarrass Evie... and well I couldn't let that happen...

Pussy takes back the microphone

Pussy: Aren't you worried what Hot Stuff will do to you both after what Evie did to Miss Minnie?

Odette just smiles brightly, as Evie steps forward and takes the lead.

Evie: Wardo can do whatever he wants... he just needs to learn that I don't do as I'm told... plus we all saw the look of happiness in his eyes when I sent his little midget flying... so I'm not stressing about being punished for doing something that he has wanted to do for a long... long... time.

Pussy looks between Evie and Odette and quickly fires off another question.

Pussy: Are you two going to aim towards the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Championships?

Odette looks at Evie and the two share a smile.

Odette: Oh Pussy... you know that they say you can never have too much gold in your life.

Pussy: So is that a yes?

Evie: Consider it a Yeah, nah, yeah...

Evie and Odette share a laugh before high fiving before leaving the scene - now the SCW crowd and the higher ups need to work out what Yeah, Nah, Yeah means in Aussie Ocker.

---

We cut backstage where Sin City Wrestling Interviewer, "Stoner" Scott Oliver, is standing at the dressing room door of James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando. He has his cameraman with him to catch the interview before the Tag Team Championship match later this evening. After Pinky and James kicked Scott out of their dressing room last week it is understandable that Scott Oliver would be a bit hesitant to have to conduct this interview. Scott knocks on the door and Pinky del Ferrando opens the door, greets him, and invites him in. The cameraman gets set up and they are ready to go. Scott looks around the dressing room and he sees it is packed with party balloons, flower arrangements, tons of food, and many champagne bottles.

Scott: Are you having a party?

James: Not right now but we'll be having a victory party after Unholy Alliance de-thrones Jet City as Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions tonight.

Scott: Don't you think it's a bit premature to spend so much money on items for a celebration when you haven't won the match yet?

James: Do you have a brain Scott? We haven't wasted our money on a false hope. We are so sure we will win we are already set up to party all night long after we win the Tag Team Title Belts.

Scott: *sigh* In my line of work I see so many wrestlers hyped up before a Championship match only to see them depressed and broken after they didn't win the match.

Pinky: Don't worry about that Scott as that isn't gonna happen tonight. James and Dmitri will defeat Jason and Kris Halc and they will return to this dressing room wearing the Tag Team Title Belts around their waists. If you don't believe me are you ready to make a $100 bet on the outcome of the match?

Scott: No, Pinky, I don't have that type of money to use on betting.

Pinky: What that means is you haven't the cajones to step up and put your money where your mouth is. You're just another coward cog in the wheel of life.

Scott: I don't appreciate coming here for an interview to be insulted.

Pinky: But you're here being insulted by me and you're gonna deal with it. If you don't want both the interview and the insults then drop the interview right now because I'm damn sure not gonna drop the insults.

James: I'm sorry Scott. I had no idea this interview would turn into...

Tuscini is cut off by Scott Oliver.

Scott: That's okay. I've had enough and I can interview someone else who won't insult me. I'll leave my cameraman here in case you two want to air additional comments.

James: But Scott...

It is too late as Scott Oliver has already walked out of the dressing room into the hallway and he slammed the door after him.

James: Gee, Pinky, did you have to do that to Scott Oliver?

Pinky: Yes.

James: You're an asshole.

Pinky: I'm your Uncle and you already know I'm an asshole.

Tuscini shakes his head but he realizes he should take advantage of the cameraman for the remaining time of this interview.

James: Listen up Kris and Jason. As Champions you usually have the loophole of losing a match without losing a Title Belt. You can get yourself counted out. You can get yourself disqualified. There are a lot of ways for Champions to lose a match without losing a Title Belt. All those loopholes got thrown out for our match tonight. There is no count-out allowed. There are no disqualifications allowed. It is down to a knock down, head-to-head, beat each other to a pulp match until there we get a pinfall over you, make you submit, or knock you out so you cannot respond to the Referee's ten count. What's that you ask? I didn't say "IF" we get a pinfall, submission, or knock you out. Yeah that's "NOT" what I said. I said "WHEN" we get a pinfall, submission, or knock you out. There is no "IF" involved in this match. There is only "WHEN." Although you're involved in this match you two are not a factor in this match. Unholy Alliance has been ordained by powers higher than Mark Ward and Christian Underwood to be Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions and you two are helpless to keep that from happening. Do you have anything to say to the Halc brothers Pinky?

The cameraman turns to focus in Pinky del Ferrando and what we see is Pinky giving a double middle finger salute into the camera for the benefit of Jet City. Pinky says nothing except giving the double middle finger gesture so the cameraman turns and focuses on James again.

James: Pinky said it better with two fingers than I said with all my words. So with that in mind I close with *BLEEP* Jet City! You've had your fifteen minutes of fame as Tag Team Champions and that ends tonight. See you in the ring shortly.

The cameraman understands this segment session is over so he backs out of the dressing room but keeps his camera focused on James and Pinky. After he is in the hallway he cuts his camera feed and the screen goes dark.

---

Justin: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Tag Team Championships!"

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.

Justin: Weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and fourteen pounds, they are the SCW Tag Team Champions, Jet City!

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.

Simone: "Well to be honest, I have no strong lean for our current Tag Team Champions. They were impressive when they gained the belts, but tonight, they have more than a tough test."

Adams: "I couldn't agree with you more. Unholy Alliance has definitely turned plenty of heads. I think they're going to do it right here tonight, right in our humble Sin City Wrestling home."

"Mind Crawler" by Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats hits the public address system. The arena goes black and a golden spotlight hits on the entrance way as James Tuscini walks into the arena as the fans react to him. James extends his arms as he then looks around and reacts to the crowd as Uncle Pinky walks out behind him. The two play to the crowd, handing out high fives and shaking hands. They reach the ring as Dmitri and Ekaterina emerge. The crowd goes silent for them.

Adams: "And here come the challengers."

Justin: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five Hundred and forty pounds, They are The Unholy Alliance

Dmitri stares right down at the ring. Slowly and eerily he walks to the ring, ignoring the fans completely before climbing on the apron and stepping over the ring rope. There he high fives Tuscini before focusing his attention over to Jet City, who are shown seemingly devising a plan on how they want to go about this title defense. As Unholy Alliance's theme music fades out, the referee advises the members of Jet City to get up onto the apron and pick a member to start the match for their team. Dmitri slowly slinks away and steps out of the ring, standing on the apron solemnly, not speaking a word. Kris Halc gets up onto the apron and steps in between the ropes and the referee immediately calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: "This one should be good. Hopefully it will be a fair contest with no outside crap from Uncle Pinky."

Adams: "Innocent until proven guilty, I say."

Kris bounces up and down in place as does Tuscini until the two come closer to one another. Tuscini goes to deliver a punch, but Kris is able to catch Tuscini's fist. He uses his other hand to swat Tuscini's fist away. Right after he does Kris goes for a shoulder tackle, but Tuscini goes for one of his own, and his is far more powerful. As the two collide, Kris Halc teeters and then falls backwards as Tuscini lunges forward with a clothesline. Tuscini doesn't allow Kris any time to take a breather down on the mat though as he drags Kris to his feet and lifts him up. He's easily able to do that and administer a side power slam, Kris's back hitting the canvas quite good. James goes for the first pin attempt of the match-up.

Holly Wood: "1! 2!"

Kris kicks out, but this doesn't deter Tuscini at all as he stands up and delivers a leg drop, right back down onto Kris. Jason Halc can be seen extending his hand, clearly wanting his brother to get up and tag him in.

Simone: "Well that's easier said than done, considering Kris's position."

Adams: "Yeah, I don't know why Jason's even wasting his energy there."

James gets off and picks up Kris with relative ease, hoisting him up into a torture rack.

Adams: "Rack 'em!!!"

The cameras can see that Kris's eyes are still open. It looks like he's about to give up, but it's at this point that he musters up enough strength as he can and pushes down, which gets Tuscini to drop him right down to the mat. Kris lands face first and the crowd ohs. Tuscini raises his arms while his partner Dmitri just stands still on the apron, showing no emotion whatsoever.

Tuscini turns now to his partner and asks him if he wants in. Dmitri just shrugs his shoulders once, so Tuscini goes and tags him in. Tuscini gets out of the ring and takes up a spot on the apron. However this has given time for Kris Halc to get closer to his partner. Dmitri however cuts him off at the pass. Kris rolls out to the ring apron, which leads to Dmitri just kicking him off the apron and down onto the floor. Jason drops down and helps up his brother, just as Tuscini drops down too and goes to take a closer look. Jason sees James coming though and runs at him, able to drop him with a running forearm. Jason glares down at Tuscini before he brings him partially up and props him up against one of the crowd barriers at ringside. He then backs up and runs at Tuscini, successfully connecting with his knees to the back of Tuscini.

Adams: "Oh ho! The JHalc Express! I didn't see that one coming."

Simone: "The referee needs to get this under control. He should be counting to ten being Kris is still outside the ring!"

Referee Holly Wood seems like she can hear her and begins counting a ten count. Dmitri just waits in the ring, pretty much devoid of a soul from the look on his face. Holly reaches a count of 5 and Kris can be seen stirring now on the outside. He regains his bearings about him and rolls into the ring underneath the bottom rope at the count of 7. Dmitri is waiting to prey on him. Dmitri waits for Kris to partially get up before he just absolutely nails him with a big boot to the face. The crowd finds themselves "oh"ing again. Dmitri surveys the situation, seeing that his partner is still out of it by the crowd barrier. Jason Halc has since made it back to his corner and is waiting on the apron once again. Dmitri again doesn't let it happen as he forces Kris to get to his feet, before immediately planting him back down to the canvas back first with a Russian leg sweep. Dmitri then covers him.

1!

2!

Kris kicks out, but it's a weak kick out. Dmitri hooks the legs a second time.

1!

2!

Thr-

Kris rolls a shoulder up. Dmitri doesn't despair though, but instead gets off of Kris and brings him up to his feet. He whips Kris over to the across set of ropes, but Kris is somehow able to grab onto them. He reaches his left arm out and Jason has his far out as well. Kris barely gets there, but Holly calls it a tag as the fingertips graze each other. Jason falls down and rolls out of the ring and down to the floor to recuperate. Meanwhile Jason Halc hops in and hits a low dropkick to Dmitri's knee. It doesn't have much effect so he goes for and lands another one. Still not much effect, but after a third one Dmitri begins to teeter. Jason goes behind Dmitri and locks in a dragon sleeper. Kris is slowly standing up at ringside and cheers his partner on. A camera can see that Tuscini is still not all there.

Simone: "It looks like Dmitri might be going it alone here."

Adams: "He can handle it, and then some!"

Simone: "I won't debate that statement."

Dmitri looks to be fading inside the dragon sleeper, but then it stops as he suddenly nails a back elbow, right to the chest of Jason Halc. That seems to deflate the air out of Jason's lungs. Dmitri spins around and immediately applies his signature Vampire Bite as the crowd boos.

Simone: "This one might be over! Vampire Bite applied!"

Adams: "And Jason Halc is flopping like a fish! He's done! He's gonna be sleeping with the fishes tonight!"

Seeing this Kris Halc slides in under the bottom rope and goes to help his partner. He kicks away at Dmitri, which gets Dmitri to loosen his grip. Both Halc brothers now go at Dmitri. Holly demands that Kris get back to his corner, but he doesn't right away so Holly screams out, beginning a 5 count.

Holly Wood: "1! 2! 3! 4! Fi-"

Kris stops kicking at Dmitri, just in the nick of time. He holds up his hands and backs away before stepping out of the ring and re-taking his place on the apron. All this has done is anger Dmitri though as he rakes the eyes of Jason Halc before scooping him up. He looks to be going for A Stake Through The Heart, but somehow Jason Halc is able to do a backslide and get free. He runs right at his partner and tags Kris back in. As we see the tag, we also see Tuscini stumbling around. He stumbles right to the ring apron and slides in underneath the bottom rope, clearly still out of it from taking the JHalc Express.

Adams: "Oh good grief! Now Holly has to deal with HIM being in the ring illegally too!"

Simone: "She just can't control this."

Kris keeps his focus on the legal man and delivers a leaping dropkick right to the back of Dmitri, which sends Dmitri forwards. Kris circles back around and connects with the Follow Suit. Dmitri falls backwards like a ton of bricks and Kris goes for a cover.

1!

2!

Tuscini breaks it up, even though he's not supposed to be in the ring. Seeing this Jason steps over the ropes and back into the fray. Tuscini seems to be regaining his bearings now and begins to go at it with Jason as Kris lines Dmitri up to go for the SmackShot. Dmitri however rolls over some and then sits up. The crowd goes nuts for that and Kris smartly chooses to back up. Holly pays more attention to Jason and to James, trying to get them to their respective corners. She is finally able to do so, with help from a second referee that has come running down from the back.

As that's going on, Dmitri runs at Kris and nails him with a clothesline. He reaches down and once again applies the Vampire Bite. Jason comes back into the ring to stop it, chopping down Dmitri at the right leg. The second referee holds Tuscini out of the ring as Holly pushes Jason out. This however has given Kris the opportunity to make it to the right corner and he tags Jason back in. Dmitri gets back up and ignoring the pain makes his way to Tuscini. With James tagged in, he runs at Jason Halc and successfully is able to grab him on the way by and hit a bulldog. Tuscini spins and covers up Jason, hooking the leg.

1!

2!

Jason kicks out. James now grabs Jason's left shoulder and begins to work it over, weakening it enough to lift up Jason and go for his patented hammerlock. Kris Halc however flies in and spears both of them to the canvas. This prompts Dmitri's re-entry. Dmitri grabs Kris and unceremoniously dumps him out of the ring, taking him out of the equation. Jason slowly gets to his feet and Dmitri turns to him, right exactly at the wrong time as he delivers a high kick to Dmitri, knocking Dmitri down. Jason capitalizes on this by connecting with the Last Laugh.

Simone: "But he did it to the wrong man! He has to cover Tuscini! And Tuscini is back up right behind him!"

Adams: "And even worse, I don't think that Last Laugh had enough on it, because Dmitri's already stirring!"

Jason, realizing Holly isn't counting, turns around to ask "what gives?" Holly points out to him that Dmitri isn't legal. Dmitri stirs some more and begins standing. Jason looks around to see that his partner is nowhere in sight. He begins to panic as both Dmitri and Tuscini surround him. And then it happens, Dmitri puts him into suplex position. Tuscini skins the cat and hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle and splashes right down on top of Jason Halc.

Simone and

Adams: "A Matter Of Life Or Death!"

Tuscini goes for the pin.

1!

2!

Jason suddenly turns it over, rolling up Tuscini while he hides that he's jerking up on James's tights!

1!

2!

3!!!

Simone: "Holy! That did NOT just happen!"

Justin: "Here are your winners and STILL SCW Tag Team Champions...Jet City!!!"

Adams: "I can't believe it either! They don't even look like winners! Yet they've managed to survive against the Unholy Alliance!"

"Second Heart" by Avenged Sevenfold plays as the Jet City fans cheer. Jason Halc is out of breath as Holly Wood helps him stand up. She holds his hand into the air as Kris Halc is finally just coming to on the outside. The timekeeper passes Kris the tag team titles as both members of Jet City are clearly out of breath. Jason Halc rolls out of the ring to join his brother. Meanwhile both Tuscini and Dmitri remain in the ring, both looking dumbfounded about how that just happened. The replay of the ending sequence of the match plays up on the titantron. Dmitri just sighs upon seeing it, and Tuscini looks livid as the scene at ringside fades out.

---

Outside of the Gold Coast Casino's Grand Ballroom, where Inception II was currently taking place, we find Synn standing outside of a locked set of doors. He is leaning up against the wall just to the doors' left, arms crossed and waiting (im)patiently for something when Gabriel approaches.

Gabriel: Synn...

A bored look on his face, and still feeling the after effects of his own match held earlier in the evening against Travis Nathaniel Andrews, Synn turns his head to address one of his most trusted allies and yes, friends. A true family member and a man he sees like his own flesh and blood. Probably why Gabriel is constantly using that to playfully antagonize the man by referring to him as "Grandpa" to his own son.

Synn: Gabriel.

Gabriel pauses at his side, and glances about curiously.

Gabriel: Um, it's almost time for Despy's match. Where is he?

Synn: In there.

Synn nods back to the closed double doors beside him.

Synn: Along with Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall. They're helping him get ready for his title defense.

Gabriel stares briefly at Synn until his brow creases as if the man were nuts. And sometimes where Synn is concerned, that probably isn't be entirely too far fetched of a theory.

Gabriel: I don't know what sounds more 'off' about what you just said. Amy and Jessie are helping him get ready? How?

Synn: I'm not altogether certain, but I have my suspicions if that shopping cart of hairspray Joshua had me get him is anything to go by.

Gabriel frowns.

Gabriel: Hairspray? Why would Despy need so much...?

A look of realization spreads over his handsome face.

Gabriel: Oh no.

He looks at Synn.

Gabriel: No way.

As if on cue, the double doors then swing open and one can almost see the fumes emanate from inside, causing Gabriel to hold a hand to his mouth and cough once while Synn frowns and waves his hand to stave off said fumes. And through the cloud emerges a smiling Jessie and Amy ... and Despayre....

Synn: Oh good... Joshua, what have you done?

Despayre's hair, the hair that reaches down to his mid-back, is now stylized much like Amy Marshall's famous style, sticking straight up -- and out -- in every possible direction! Gabriel chokes, not from the fumes but a laugh so as not to hurt his little brother's feelings as he knows very well that Despy is a great admirer of Amy's hair style.

Despayre: I know! Isn't it great!?

Synn finds himself speechless, perhaps for the first time -- well, EVER! Gabriel snorts back another laugh and smiles.

Gabriel: Well, that's certainly one way to describe it! But tell me...

Gabriel reaches an arm around 'his' Despy's shoulders for a playful squeeze.

Gabriel: You're facing that bastard...

Gabriel instinctively passes a dollar to Despayre's already waiting hand.

Gabriel: Shipman! Your old man an' I have done everything to get you ready -- with Angel's help of course -- why go through all this... trouble, on your hair?

Despayre looks over at Jessie and Amy who just smile and shake their heads. He turns back to Gabriel.

Despayre: Because...!

He slips a pair of flamboyant flamingo shaped shades over his eyes, acting the part of ultra cool.

Despayre: Tonight, I hafta be the total package.

Gabriel: Ah.

Gabriel nods as he steers Despayre around and off-camera and Synn shakes his head and looks to Jessie and Amy, jetting his thumb towards his son.

Synn: The total package.

And Synn follows after where Gabriel leads Despayre off camera.

---

One more time, the camera catches up with The Surf Boys at the gorilla position. They look to the side of them to see another SCW star waiting there. Narly shakes his head at Radical.

Narly: Don't even think about it dude.

Radical: Why not?

Narly: Cause she's totes mean again. She said mean things about Mel Mel, and that is not cool.

Radical: But dude, she's totes in the main event tonight with Mel Mel.

Narly: I don't know dude, maybe we should just like go get like some pineapple juice or something instead.

Radical: No way dude, I love pineapple juice but we totes need this autograph!

Narly sighs as the camera turns around to see Mikah standing around, Radical leads the way towards her.

Radical: Hey dudette! My name is Radical, and this dude is Narly, can we totes have your autograph?

The blonde bombshell spins around to look at the two men who were standing in front of her now. She scrunches her nose at them, almost as if she was trying to figure out just who they were.

Mikah: No. Why would I give you or you my autograph?

She raises an eyebrow before cutting them off with a wave of her hand, stopping them from speaking.

Mikah: It was a rhetorical question, you didn't need to answer it. Let me give you a little insight as to why I will not give you my autograph.

Mikah flips her straight blonde locks over her shoulder, setting her eyes on the two.

Mikah: Because in a month's time or less, you two will be taking my autograph and trying to sell it on eBay for a good buck or two. And I find that nonsensical. It'd also be a waste of my time. And plus, you're both Melody supporters and I have to face her tonight. So therefore, I will not be giving you my autograph. Get lost, scrubs.

Mikah walks away and Narly looks at Radical with sad eyes.

Narly: I told you she was mean.

Radical scratches his head.

Radical: Who's eBay?

Narly shrugs at him and the camera fades out.

---

Justin: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is for the Internet Championship!

Father Williams walks out from behind the curtain and signals for silence before 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.

Justin: From West London, England, weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the challenger -- Chris Shipman!

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.

The camera cuts to backstage, in the 'gorilla position,' the champion Despayre stands alongside his Seven Deadly Sins teammates, including Synn, waiting for the introduction when Christian Underwood steps up.

Christian: Hold on. I think I made it clear, did I not, that you...

He points at Synn.

Christian: And ... uh, he...

He points at Angel.

Christian: Were banned from ringside. Didn't I make myself clear?

Synn: Crystal.

Christian nods.

Christian: Good.

Gabriel: Fortunately though ... you didn't say a damn thing about me.

And Gabriel holds up a different teddy bear with a smirk on his face.

Gabriel: Or her.

He shows off his son Lucas's teddy bear, Snowbird, a gift from his Uncle Despy. He hands the teddy bear to Despayre who turns to look at Angel in Synn's grip.

Despayre: It's just for this once. Promise!

Gabriel then placed a hand on Despayre's back and guided him past a fuming Christian. Gabriel gave him a smile and mocking wave.

Gabriel: Bye!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, 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. Accompanied by Gabriel, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding Lucas's teddy bear, Snowbird, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Gabriel at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Snowbird and Gabriel! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds, he is the current defending Internet Champion -- Despayre!

The "trio" begin their descent towards the ring when Shipman suddenly rolls out of the ring!

Adams: Uh oh! Look out!

Shipman charges down the aisle towards them! Despayre shoves Snowbird into Gabriel's arms and meets Shipman in a head on collision at ringside! Despayre pounces on Shipman, throwing fists into the much bigger man's head and body but Shipman uses his power to throw him off! Despayre jumps right back up to his feet and jumps on Shipman again, attacking him all over again! He hangs onto Shipman's head and hair with one hand while throwing fists at him again!

Simone: I don't think Shipman was expecting Despayre to bring the fight to him like this!

Adams: And the match hasn't even started!

Shipman throws him off again, this time sending the champion against the guard rail, stunning him! Shipman shakes the cobwebs, indeed having been surprised at Despayre's ferocity, and he went right on the attack, throwing heavy blows against Despayre's head, knocking him down onto first his knees, and then his backside!

Simone: This one is not going to be fun or pretty! This is a feud match, pure and simple!

Shipman grabs Despayre by the hair to drag him up but Despayre catches him unaware with a straight headbutt right on the nose, then kicks him in the shin! Shipman staggers back and turns around, and Despayre jumps onto his wide back and begins his attack anew!

Adams: Go Despy, go!

Despayre swings a wild fist around and right into Shipman's nose, almost immediately being rewarded with a spray of blood!

Simone: I think by the look on his face, Gabriel is proud of that shot!

Despayre is stuck to Shipman's back like glue, so Shipman reaches back and grabs him by the hair and throws him off, over his shoulder and to the unforgiving floor! Shipman wipes his nose and stares at the crimson on his fingers.

Adams: Uhhh ohhh!

Despayre is on his back, holding the small of it, and Shipman grabs the smaller man by the hair and whips him off of his feet and sends him crashes against the barricade! The crowd gasps in awe at the impact move, only for Shipman to swing him around the other side and do it again!

Simone: good god! That monster just took the champion off of his feet and hurled him into that steel!

Adams: By the head and hair!

Despayre is on the floor, hurt and stunned, and Shipman grabs him and hauls him up to a vertical base. Shipman then gorilla presses him over his head and THROWS him over the ropes and into the ring!

Adams: HOLY ...!!!

Simone: What ungodly power by Shipman!

Shipman then climbs into the ring and Jacob calls for the bell - finally!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Shipman grabs his former teammate, and Despayre throws several shots at him to defend himself, but the larger Shipman acts as if he doesn't feel a thing! Shipman sends Despayre into the near corner and stalks the champion, following in and he begins to lay into him with a blend of Steve Austin style kicks and punches! Despayre tries to shield himself with his arms but the ferocity of the blows drives him down to the canvas where Shipman presses a boot into his throat, choking him out! Jacob counts against him!

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

Shipman breaks with a sick smile, before he drags Despayre up again and drops him face-first on the top turnbuckle with the Snake Eyes! Despayre snaps back and staggers backwards on his feet, and Shipman grabs him around the waist and throws him the length of the ring with a German suplex!

Adams: He folded Despy in half with that toss!

Simone: Gabriel is showing concern now!

Shipman crawls over to Despayre like an animal on all fours and covers him, hands on his shoulders.

Simone: What an arrogant cover!

1.....
2.....
Despayre counters out, turning him over into a cross arm breaker!

Adams: Shipman's paying for that easy cover now!

Jacob checks to see if he gives in but Shipman shouts "FUCK YOU!" in the official's face! Shipman starts to power his way out, rolling over onto his hands and knees but this is a grave mistake as it allows Despayre to turn the hold into an even more dangerous seated Fujiwara!

Simone: Well nobody ever said Chris Shipman was a rocket scientist!

The pain is evident on his face, but Shipman still refuses to submit! He instead forces his way to his knees, then his feet. Despayre steps over his arm and Shipman yanks him right into a short-arm clothesline! Shipman drags him up to his feet then scoops him up and body slams him down hard! He picks him up again for a second ... a third ... a fourth ... then finally a fifth body slam!

Simone: Shipman's power is becoming just too much for Despayre!

Shipman wipes more blood from his nose then leans down and cups Despayre's face with his bloody hand, covering his nose and mouth, smothering him!

Adams: That is sick and twisted!

Despayre kicks and claws at Shipman as Jacob counts!

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

Shipman breaks and stomps down onto his prone body! Shipman then climbs the near corner and smiles with a manic expression, the jumps for a top rope splash -- only for Despayre to roll out of the way and Shipman crashes!

Adams: C'mon Despy! C'mon!

Simone: We are supposed to be impartial Jason and ... oh screw it! Come on Despayre!

Shipman staggers to his feet, clutching his sternum, and falls back into the corner! Despayre races in and jumps at him, but lands on the apron where he grabs the tag rope and wraps it around Shipman's throat, paying him back and choking him!

Gabriel: ATTA BOY!

Despayre is hanging down, using all of his weight to pay Shipman back as the cord tightens around his throat! The crowd is cheering as Jacob counts!

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

Despayre lets go and drops to the floor! He grabs Shipman's legs and pulls them out from under him! Despayre looks out to the fans and pulls -- POSTING SHIPMAN'S GROIN!!!

Adams: OWWWWWW!!!!!

Simone: And it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy!

Even a sick and twisted man like Shipman was feeling THAT one as he crawls toward the center of the ring, in agony! Despayre hops back in the ring where he grabs Shipman by the arm, draping a leg over his neck and Shipman stands, ending up trapped in an Octopus hold!

Adams: First his bollocks and now this!

Shipman is trapped but refuses to give in to Jacob's request for a submission! Slowly, he uses his size and powers out of the hold, throwing Despayre's leg off and goes for a hiptoss, but Despayre lands on his feet in front of him! Despayre then jumps up and grabs him into a Guillotine choke!

Simone: It's like Gabriel and Synn have said time and again! It's just too damn difficult for someone to even get a grip on Despayre!

Despayre has his legs wrapped around Shipman's waist while leaning back in the choke hold, putting his all into the submission hold to wear down his rival and challenger! Shipman at first sinks to his one knee, slowly succumbing to the hold, but then powers his way back to his footing. He then grabs Despayre and lifts him up....

Adams: Oh wow....

And Shipman brings Despayre crashing back down with a vertical suplex!

Simone: Much as I despise him for all he's done, that was an impressive counter by Chris Shipman!

Shipman stands over Despayre's back, then drops his full weight onto the smaller man's back! He sits on his back and wraps an arm around his chin from behind in a modified camel clutch!

Simone: And now it's Shipman going for the submission!

Adams: Oh what would it do to Despy if he submitted to the man who hurt his father?

But Despayre refuses to submit to Shipman, who switches tactics to more brutal ones, swinging his arm around into Despayre's head and face from behind, one blow right after the other!

Simone: Despayre is tough for his diminutive size, but even he can only take so many shots like that!

Shipman then drags him up to his feet and sends him into the ropes at top speed, swinging wildly, but Despayre ducks the blow, rebounds and flies right into him with a flying body scissors roll up!

1.....
2.....
Shipman powers out!

Both men are up and Despayre swings for his own clothesline but Shipman ducks and clobbers him with a clothesline of his own! Shipman then peels him up off of the canvas and lifts him upside down...

Adams: Piledriver! It's over!

Shipman covers him!

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

Simone: He kicked out! How the hell did Despayre kick out!?

Adams: That's what Shipman wants to know!

Shipman is on his feet with the referee's shirt in his grip! Jacob is backing off, swearing it was just a count of two!

Adams: Careful Shipman! You'll be disqualified!

Shipman then shoves Jacob back into the ropes and goes back to work on the champion. Shipman peels him up off of his feet and sends him crashing hard into the corner! Shipman then gets a full head of steam and charges in for an avalanche -- but Despayre dives aside and Shipman crashes back into the corner and the momentum carries him out over the top and to the floor below!

Simone: Oh Jesus Christ! That fall could end a career!

Shipman uses the railing to slowly drag himself to his feet, as Despayre pulls himself back up with the use of the ropes. Despayre then gets a running start across the ring and performs a standing moonsault -- OVER THE ROPES AND HE CRASHES INTO SHIPMAN!!!!

Simone: What the hell was that!?

Adams: That was awesome! That's what that was!

Now both champion and challenger are on the outside of the ring, hurt and sucking in oxygen! Jacob has no other alternative but to count!

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

Shipman is up first and rolls Despayre back into the ring. Shipman climbs up onto the apron and goes to step through the ropes, when Despayre, back on his feet, kicks the middle rope, driving it up between his legs!

Adams: If they weren't swollen before, they sure bloody well are now!

Shipman collapses in the ring and Despayre climbs up onto the top rope. Shipman makes the error of rolling over onto his back and Despayre jumps off and lands on his stomach with a top rope double foot stomp! Despayre with the cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - SHIPMAN KICKS OUT!

Simone: A close call for the champion!

Despayre looks pleadingly at the official but Jacob reiterates it was just a two count! Despayre follows up, grabbing Shipman and dragging him to his feet. He sends him into the far corner, then gets a running start and jumps for the Buckingham Bounce -- only Shipman catches him!

Adams: Oh no!

And he brings the champion out of the corner with a running sit out powerbomb!

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Despayre gets his shoulder up!

Simone: Oh good god! How close was that!?

Shipman lets loose a guttural scream of rage and frustration! He kneels over Despayre and grabs him by the hair with one hand and pummels his skull with the other, forcing a count!

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

Shipman ends his attack, then peels the limp form of Despayre up from the mat, and scoops him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry!

Simone: What has he got in store for that poor kid, now!?

Shipman gets a running start and performs a rolling fireman's carry slam -- but Despayre hangs on...!

Adams: What the...!?

And Despayre hangs on, rolling HIM back into a crucifix from out of nowhere, Shipman's legs kicking madly!

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

Adams: Wha ... he won!

Despayre quickly darts out of the ring and into Gabriel's arms as Shipman is on his feet, maddened eyes glaring out at them!

Justin: The winner of the match, and STILL Internet Champion -- Despayre!

Shipman goes after Jacob but the referee practically flies out of the ring to avoid the psychopath's wrath! Gabriel grabs the Internet belt and passes it to Despayre and the pair celebrate the win, Gabriel almost having to hold his little brother up!

Simone: And Despayre retains his championship, somehow gaining the win after suffering a brutal match against his former 'Stepmom'!

Adams: More importantly than that; he got some revenge for his dad too!

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The scene opens up backstage to find Melody Grace Carpenter warming up backstage getting ready for the biggest match of her career. As the petite blonde is doing some side lunges she can't help but feel like she is being watched as the SCW crowd roar to life for their all-time favourite. With a gleeful smile and a wave to the cameras Melody goes to skip off but as she twirls around she runs smack bang into a big pile of gigantic Swede. The blond double blinks as she looks up to her coach.

Melody: Derek?

Derek doesn't say anything he just smirks down at Melody.

Melody: What are you doing here?

He still doesn't say anything, but he places his right hand on her shoulder with a smile.

Melody: Um hello, earth to the big man...

Still he says nothing but he locks his eyes on to hers and finally he parts his lips and with a growl he starts to speak towards her.

Derek: alla de basta, kara Melody

Melody starts to smile as she translates what he had just said towards her.

Derek: Du har kommit sa har langt, och nu ar det dags att sta upp och ta vad ar rattmatigt ditt.

Melody just smiles brightly.

Melody: Okay, I'll try...

Derek just nods as if he approves and the scene fades as the trainer and the trainee get to work.

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The camera cuts backstage to where Pussy Willow stands with a microphone in hand. She smiles down the camera and starts to speak.

Pussy: We are just minutes away from tonight's World Heavyweight Championship match, so please let me introduce to Austin Parker and J2H.

Both men walk on in front of the camera, J2H already dressed for action, the World championship belt over his shoulder.

Pussy: Tonight has been full of action...

J2H puts his hand up to stop her.

J2H: Oh Pussy, the best is yet to come, but I gotta give props where they're due and they're due to one man and that man is Rage. Did you see what he done Pussy? He has took a huge step to keeping this belt around my waist. He has stopped the likes of Calvin Harris, Jeremiah Hardin, and Xander Bishop from sneak attacking me and trying to get their grubby little paws on my title.

Pussy: So he won't be challenging you for your title?

J2H: Fuck no, but if I was Despayre, I'd be getting very worried.

A confident smirk crosses his face.

Pussy: You've held the championship belt for almost a year now, where do you feel you rank compared to past champions.

J2H: What kinda fucking question is that? I'm the fucking best SCW has ever seen! Look at the past champions, Nick Jones, clearly not as good as he thought he was or people might still remember his name. Spike Staggs, a man who raised a bitch child to bend over and take it from Alexis. Not even in the top five champions. Simon Jones, who is clearly allegic to making good money, I ain't surprised he never come back to face me, and let's take a look at Drake Green, three time champion, three time loser. The guy married Mikah because she has more star power than him. He's a washed up wrestler, a washed up actor, viagra couldn't even get him to raise his game. The guy was a joke, and in a few weeks, when I've had this belt for a year, no one will remember him, or any of the past jokes we've had as champion. It will all be about me. I'm ranked number one and I always will be.

Pussy: You face a tough challenge in Jamie Dean tonight.

J2H: No I fucking don't. Jamie Dean ain't worth shit. He ain't worth my time. I told you all what kinda man Jamie Dean is and he is nowhere near championship level. He's not good enough to even be in the same building as me, let alone the same ring. You think that chokeslam from Rage was bad Jamie? You wait till you step through those ropes and look around at all those faces in the crowd, knowing you're about to let each and every one of them down. This ain't even gonna be fifteen minutes of fame for Jamie Dean, this ain't even gonna be five minutes, because tonight, Jamie Dean just becomes another statistic. He becomes another number, another name on the list of people I've destroyed. Good luck waking up tomorrow, looking in the mirror and thinking you're a man Jamie, cause I'm gonna take away everything from you. That's real talk bitch!

J2H and Austin turn to walk away as the camera cuts back to ringside as we await the introductions for Jamie Dean.

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Justin: Ladies and gentleman it is now time for our first Main Event of the evening and it is for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop as all eyes fall on the entrance. A few moments later the electric, techno rhythm of "Sex" by Cheat Codes and Kriss Kross Amsterdam begins playing across the sound system and Jamie Dean emerges out onto the stage with a smile on his face and his arms held out to the side. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants.

Justin: Introducing first is the challenger...Weighing in at one hundred and sixty-nine pounds...From the Pacific Palisades in Los Angeles, California...JAMIE DEAN!!!

Simone: Huge huge opportunity for Jamie Dean here tonight. I'm not sure anyone expected him to win that battle royal two weeks ago. J2H included.

Adams: Don't say anything about huge huge opportunities in front of Jamie. I can only imagine where his mind would shift to!

Simone: Same place yours probably just did.

Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. He steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie whips his pants off to reveal his trunks. He whirls his pants in the air over his head while grinding his pelvis towards the crowd, before tossing the pants to the outside, ready to begin the match.

Simone: Jamie is nothing short of entertaining. There is no denying that.

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 up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to 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 fans, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to Jamie Dean, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Before Drew Patton goes to ring the bell, Jamie approaches him whispering something in his ear and when Drew backs away, both he and Jamie look in Austin's direction and Austin knows what is about to happen by the clear scowl on his face. Drew approaches Austin and kindly asks him to head backstage, ejecting him from ringside and J2H is livid!

Simone: I'm not sure that was completely necessary. Austin is J2H's manager. I don't recall a time he has ever interfered on his behalf.

Adams: Jamie obviously wants to ensure that! Can't say I blame him!

Austin and J2H both try to protest but Drew shakes his head, insisting and Austin has to hold his hands up in defeat and start heading backstage. Once Austin is backstage, J2H turns to Jamie and frowns at him, shaking his head. Jamie appears determined as he stands across the ring, waiting the bell and J2H takes a few steps forward as well, but keeping his distance. Moments later, Drew finally calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

J2H and Jamie rush towards one another and quickly lock up, fighting for control over the other. They begin pushing back and forth, showing their strength as their arms are still locked up and eventually Jamie gets J2H backed against one of the corner turnbuckles, and Drew approaches the situation and Jamie backs away, holding his hands up. J2H stays in the corner, his hands up in the air as Jamie stands back, staring at him.

Simone: Good job from Jamie there not risking getting himself disqualified.

Adams: Yeah and he's not quite acting himself in this match either. I think he knows he had to tone it down a bit against J2H.

J2H takes a step away from the corner and Jamie takes another step back. Drew steps to the side as the two opponents begin circling one another and Jamie eventually sends a quick wink at J2H, who scowls and just shakes his head. He rushes at Jamie and Jamie ducks, dropping down to the mat. When J2H spins around and looks down at Jamie, Jamie takes both of his feet and catches J2H by one of his ankles and trips him down to the canvas and quickly jumps onto J2H's back and puts him into a Boston Crab submission! J2H's face shows a pained expression but when Drew checks on him, he shakes his head, refusing to give up!

Simone: J2H in trouble early on. Nice move by Jamie.

Adams: Yeah but it's going to take more than that to stop J2H! He's had the title for almost a year after all!

Jamie keeps the hold locked in, increasing the pressure ever so slightly and J2H continues to shake his head! The crowd is getting louder by the second, perhaps cheering for both men, and J2H slowly starts to push himself up and slowly pulling not only himself but Jamie towards the ropes as well! He reaches for the bottom rope, not quite close enough and has to crawl a little further! Inch by inch he crawls until finally he is able to reach out and grab a hold of the bottom rope and Jamie is forced to break the hold! Jamie gets back to his feet and spins around, disappointed, as J2H pulls himself back to his feet, holding his lower back, but he's able to bounce back rather quickly. Once J2H is back to his feet, Jamie rushes towards him, but J2H gets an elbow up at the last second, nailing Jamie in the jaw and the challenger stumbles back!

Simone: That could have broken Jamie's jaw!

Adams: If it did, Samuel Devereux can kiss any bl--

Simone: Jason!

J2H quickly gets on the offensive as he steps towards Jamie, grabbing the challenger by the neck and delivering a standing swinging neckbreaker! Jamie slingshots back up into a seated position, holding his neck and J2H jumps back to his feet hitting Jamie with a straight kick to the spine! Jamie collapses down and the champion takes the opportunity to cover Jamie for the pin!

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2 1/2- Jamie kicks out!

Simone: J2H not happy about that at all.

Adams: Yeah but Drew is insisting it was only a two count!

J2H pulls Jamie up and puts him into a side headlock, targeting Jamie's neck. He increases the pressure and Jamie gets them backed into the ropes then elbows J2H in the side, getting him to break the side headlock and then whips him across the ring. J2H rebounds back and ducks but Jamie does a leapfrog over the champion! When J2H rebounds back again, he tries to duck again but Jamie catches him by the arm and takes him down with an armdrag takedown! Jamie runs against the ropes and rebounds back delivering a fast leg drop right across J2H's throat before he goes for the pin!

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J2H kicks out!

Simone: And a quick unsuccessful pin attempt by Jamie.

Jamie looks slightly disappointed, but he puts up no argument as he gets back to his feet and reaches down to pull J2H back to his feet as well, but the champion catches him off guard and pulls him down into a tight inside cradle, pinning his shoulders to the mat and Drew drops down again!

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3-NO! Jamie kicks out! He rolls back and quickly gets back to his feet, as does J2H, grinning at his challenger as he very nearly outsmarted him and Jamie knows! Jamie, however, kisses his hand and then smacks his hand against his own behind as if telling J2H to kiss his ass!

Adams: I don't think J2H wants to do that. Sorry, Jamie.

Simone: I don't think he meant it literally. Though, I did find it quite funny.

J2H uses a hand gesture to send his own message, but it's a quick flipping of the bird and Jamie just shakes his head and laughs before mouthing the words "You're not my type, buddy. Sorry!" and this annoys J2H even more and he lunges at Jamie, tackling him to the ground! He starts delivering a series of hard right shots before he jumps back to his feet and starts kicking away at Jamie, hoping he'll be seeing stars soon enough! When Jamie is starting to clearly be worn down, J2H walks over to one of the corner turnbuckles, steps to the outside and climbs up to the top rope as the crowd is on their feet, roaring in approval! J2H stands on the top rope for a minute, glaring down at Jamie and waiting as the challenger slowly and unsteadily gets back to his feet!

Adams: What is he waiting for?

Simone: It should be obvious because Jamie is getting back to his feet right now. That is what he's waiting for!

Jamie is back on his feet with his back towards J2H and J2H stands tall on the top rope! When Jamie spins around, J2H jumps down, delivering a flying thrust kick that sends Jamie collapsing right back down to the canvas and J2H drops down and makes the cover!

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3-NO! Jamie gets his shoulder up!

Simone: Well that was a close one. I don't know how Jamie kicked out of that one!

Adams: Sheer willpower and determination!

J2H is once again not happy at all, thinking that was a three count and should have been it, but Drew shakes his head, holding up two fingers. J2H shakes his head and gets back to his feet and when he reaches down to pull Jamie up, Jamie turns the tables on him and returns the favor by pulling him down into a tight inside cradle! Drew drops down for the count!

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Jamie, breaks up the pin himself when he smacks J2H on the ass and jumps away from the champion! J2H gets back to his feet, glaring across the ring at Jamie, unimpressed. Jamie just shrugs his shoulders innocently and the crowd is loving every minute of the back and forth action between these two.

Adams: I guess he couldn't help himself from sneaking in one smack on the arse.

Simone: I guess not, but that stuff doesn't sit too well with J2H.

The two begin circling one another once again as the crowd starts cheering louder. Jamie approaches J2H, holding his hand up, encouraging a friendly tie up between the two. J2H shakes his head, wanting no part of it, but Jamie continues to insist and the crowd starts getting louder, clapping and cheering for what they want. J2H looks around with a scowl on his face and eventually slowly brings his hand towards Jamie's, looking like he's going to do it. However, just before the two grip hands, J2H kicks Jamie in the midsection and when Jamie hunches forward, he follows it up with a boot to the face and then a clothesline!

Simone: That goes to show how trusting J2H is of anyone else.

With Jamie still down on the mat and holding his face from the boot to the face, J2H walks over to the turnbuckle and steps up to the second rope. He glares down at Jamie and, wasting no time, he drops down a delivers a knee to the head, inflicting more damage to Jamie, but he doesn't go for another pin attempt. Instead he pulls Jamie up, and the challenger is unsteady on his feet. He lifts Jamie up into a fireman's carry before dropping him down, midsection first, right over J2H's knee! Jamie immediately clutches his midsection and J2H rolls him over onto his side and goes for the pin!

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Jamie kicks out! Again, refusing to give up!

Adams: I don't know what it's going to take to finish Jamie off. He's getting through everything J2H is dishing out. Shows how much he wants this title.

Simone: Yeah, but J2H is fighting just as much because he's not ready to lose the title yet. Especially not to Jamie Dean.

J2H pulls Jamie back to his feet and starts firing away with a series of hard right shots! It seems to work at first until Jamie starts fighting back, still refusing to give up and the two begin going back and forth with shot after shot and the crowd is cheering! This seems to amp Jamie up just a bit as he manages to get the upper hand, firing away with lefts and rights but J2H manages to catch his arm when he goes for the final nail in the coffin so to speak, and he twists Jamie's arm before hitting him with a kick to the midsection and then quickly follows it up with a jumping kick, nailing the back of Jamie's head with the front of his boot and Jamie collapses down to the mat!

Simone: Solid Gold! He just hit with him with Solid Gold!

Adams: And now he has to make the cover!

The crowd is almost stunned but their giving off a mixed reaction as J2H drops down for the pin and Drew starts the count!

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3!!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner and STILL SCW World Heavyweight Champion...J2H!!!!

J2H's music hits and he gets back to his feet as Drew Patton brings his belt over to him and raises his hand in victory. Jamie Dean rolls out of the ring a few seconds later, slowly making his way to the back, defeated.

Simone: Well, J2H's reign continues. Jamie fought like hell but it wasn't quite enough.

As J2H stands in the center of the ring, celebrating with his belt held high, someone slips into the ring from the stands.

Adams: Wait...did you...

The man slams James in the back of the head with a hard first, nearly knocking the SCW World Heavyweight Champion out cold.

Simone: Oh my God that's...

Adams: It's DRAKE GREEN! It's DRAKE GREEN!

The crowd erupts as Drake, in street clothes consisting of a flannel shirt and jeans, gets on top of J2H, grabs him by the hair and begins to pummel the hell out of the Champion's face. After a few moments of beating, Drake gets up. He paces around the ring with a look of rage in his eyes before grabbing James and shoving his face into one of the ring posts, busting his nose and sending sending blood spewing out J2H's face in the process.

Simone: Someone has to stop this. Drake's not even a contracted employee of SCW. This is an assault, Jason.

As Drake goes to grab James again, Drew Patton finally tries to step in a grabs Drake's arm. Green, almost on impulse, turns around and cracks Patton square in the face, causing blood to pop out of HIS nose. As if running on pure rage, Drake turns back to J2H, picks him up off of the canvas and tosses him down to ringside. He hops down, grabs James, and begins to repeatedly slam the Champions face into the steel guardrail. Over and over and over again.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Blood flies everywhere, as J2H is unconscious but still getting his face rammed into the steel. Finally a team of referees and security officers runs out from the backstage area and rushes to pull Drake off of James. After a few attempts they are successful as Drake just throws his hands up into the air before hopping the steel barricade and disappearing into the crowd. As he leaves a medical team rushes down to ringside to attend to the near comatose SCW World Heavyweight Champion as the quiet crowd looks on.

Simone: This is just...

Adams: Is he...

Simone: We'll be right back ladies and gentlemen with our Main Event...

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The scene opens up backstage at Inception II where we see one of the three challengers in tonight's World Bombshell Championship Match Jessie Salco watching old SCW footage on a monitor in her locker room, the camera pans around showing it to be the Bombshell Tag Title Match between the Metal and Punk Connection, The Fallen, The Freakettes and the makeshift team of Jade Mendez Arcador and Crystal Hilton, otherwise known as the current World Bombshell Champion Crystal Millar, a match that was ultimately won by The Fallen.

Simone: Wow, I just realized that it's been two years since the first Inception, that Supercard kicked off the 2015 SCW World Tour!

Adams: I gained so many Frequent Flyer Miles that year!

As soon as the match ends Jessie turns off the monitor and turns to the camera.

Jessie: Two years, a lot can happen in that time, back at the first Inception me and Amy where defending the Bombshell Tag Titles against three other teams, The Fallen, The Freakettes and the makeshift team of Crystal Hilton and Jade Mendez Arcador, flash toward two years later and not a lot has changed.

Jessie says as she shifts her weight.

Jessie: Once again I find myself in a title match involving three opponents including you Crystal, only this time you're the champion walking in to the match and I'm the underdog and we're both Main Eventing the PPV, Mikah and Melody? At the first Inception Mikah was one of several Bombshells looking to become the first ever Bombshell Internet Champion and Melody was waging war against the Mean Girls alongside the legendary SCW Bombshell Misty, tonight me, Melody and Mikah are challenging you Crystal for the SCW World Bombshell Championship and last time around we both left empty handed, this time? It'll be you leaving the Gold Coast Casino empty handed whilst I walk out the new World Bombshell Champion!

As Jessie says that she stands up and walks out of the room as the scene fades.

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Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Main Event of Inception II!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: It is the Fatal Fourway match, and it is for the World Bombshell Championship!

More cheers!

Justin: Introducing challenger number one!

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 coloured 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: Introducing challenger number two!

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City! Weighing 110 pounds ... Mikah!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Justin: Introducing challenger number three!

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 turbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her opponent.

Justin: Now, introducing their opponent...!

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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 Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring cheers of the crowd are deafening. Crystal smiles as her grouping of paparazzi gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to wave to the crowd. The crowd cheers loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie.

Justin: She hails from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 115 pounds, she is the reigning and defending World Bombshell Champion -- Crystal Millar!

Her following of paparazzi 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 begins to go nuts and she holds the championship gold up for the fans who rally behind the champion!

Adams: Boy listen to this place pop for the champ!

Simone: But never before has Crystal's title reign been in such jeopardy!

Crystal passes the championship belt over to Jasmine St. John, who shows it off to each challenger individually, then holds the title up high for everyone to see and the crowd applauds.

Adams: Oo! And already the trash talking has started!

Crystal and Mikah are in each others faces, trading vicious insults ands pointing at one another. The bubbly Melody hops up and tries to get involved but Mikah insults her with a pie face, sending her stumbling back. Melody, fuming, rights herself and shoves Mikah, knocking her to the mat!

Adams: Alright!

Simone: Melody isn't going to take that from Mikah!

An angry Mikah starts to stand when she finds herself surrounded by Melody, Crystal, and Jessie! Her eyes widen in realization and she holds a hand up, but the bell rings ...

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And Jessie, Melody and Crystal swarm Mikah, attacking her en masse!

Adams: Holy --!

Jessie, Crystal and Melody club Mikah, who is screaming bloody murder, with innumerable over handed lefts and rights!

Simone: And this is what happens when Mikah works overtime to upset her fellow Bombshells!

Mikah scrambles away and rolls out from beneath the bottom rope to escape her opponents, but all three dive out through the ropes in hot pursuit! The crowd is cheering as they surround Mikah once again, assaulting her with vicious blows! Melody grabs Mikah and lands a knife edge chop, knocking Mikah over into Crystal who hammers her with a forearm smash, sending her staggering into Jessie Salco who jumps up and brings a head butt down between the former champion's eyes, knocking her to the ringside floor!

Adams: I REALLY don't think Mikah was expecting this to happen!

Jessie grabs Mikah by her long tresses and tights and rolls her back inside of the ring, then goes to slide in after her but Melody grabs her by the boot and drags her back outside! Melody then goes to roll in after Mikah and this time it's Crystal who grabs her by the boot and pulls her to the outside! Crystal then jumps up onto the apron, escaping Jessie's attempt to thwart her, and she leaps backwards with a springboard moonsault to the outside, wiping out both Jessie AND Melody!

Simone: And already we are seeing the high risk maneuvers being brought out!

Crystal then quickly gets up and rolls inside after Mikah, but Mikah greets her head on with a soccer kick to the midsection, stopping her short. Mikah then drops to her knees and grabs Crystal by the hair and face plants her into the mat! Mikah rolls her over to her back and covers her, hooking the leg.

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Crystal gets her shoulder up straight away!

Simone: Way too soon to try and get a pin on the World Champion.

Adams: I guess if the opportunity is there...

Mikah grabs Crystal and drags her roughly to her feet and Crystal cuts her off with a forearm shot to the chest. Mikah shrugs the blow off and lashes out with a forearm of her own on Millar! The two women begin an assault on each other in the center of the ring, trading forearm blows, when they turn aside and Melody Grace, on the top perch of the near corner, leaps off and crashes into both Mikah AND Crystal with a Sky Twister Press, bringing the crowd to their feet in awe!

Adams: That was a beaut of a move from Melly!

Melody jumps on top of Mikah for the cover!

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Mikah kicks out!

Melody scrambles over to make the cover on Crystal!

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Crystal kicks out!

Melody pops up to her feet to resume her assault but Jessie Salco uses the top rope from the outside to springboard back in and nail Miss Grace with a missile dropkick!

Simone: In a match like this, you can't turn your back on anyone!

Jessie grabs Melody and Irish whips her into the ropes for a back body drop but Melody leaps up and over for a sunset flip -- but Salco rolls through, jumps to her feet and hits Melody with a low dropkick to the head! Jessie goes for the cover on Melody!

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But Mikah drags her off and covers Melody in her place!

Simone: Mikah trying to steal a win!

Adams: And the championship!

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Melody kicks out!

Mikah stands up and Jessie confronts her and the two women start screaming at each other until Mikah hauls off and slaps Jessie across the face! Jessie rubs her cheek and smiles.

Simone: Smiling... she's actually smiling!

Jessie reaches back to return the slap and Mikah cries out, trying to shield her lovely face. Jessie frowns and then reaches over and pats her tenderly on the shoulder. Only then does Mikah let her guard down and lower her arms -- and Jessie punches her right in the face!

Adams: Now we're all smiling!

Suddenly Melody and Crystal are back up as well and the three women return to their earlier team up against Mikah by throwing kicks and punches at the former World Champion as she attempts to escape or fight back!

Simone: Mikah has GOT to figure out a way to neutralize this teaming up against her or else she is done for!

Jessie grabs Mikah by the arm and goes to Irish whip her into Crystal but Mikah manages to reverse it and she instead sends Salco straight into a big boot from the reigning Champion!

Adams: I guess that works!

Jessie goes down like she was shot and Mikah points at Crystal and laughs at her for her mistake! Jessie falls out of the ring and Mikah sees Crystal make a move for her, but she ducks out of the ring and before Crystal can move to follow, Melody comes up from behind and rolls her up into a schoolgirl cradle!

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Crystal kicks out!

Melody grabs Crystal and Irish whips her into the far side ropes, but Millar comes off and uses Melody to leap frog up and over her and crashes headlong into Mikah and Jessie on the outside of the ring!

Adams: And that ladies and gents is why Crystal is da champ!

Crystal stands up, holding her arms aloft and basking in the cheers of the fans! What she does not see is Melody racing up the near corner and jumping back and moonsaulting clear to the outside, crashing into Crystal!

Simone: All four women are down and out on the outside!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: I think that sums this Main Event up rather well!

Jasmine can not count the women out, as there must be a winner in this Fatal Fourway! She rolls out of the ring to check on each of them as they begin to stir on the outside. Jessie manages to get to her feet. She grabs a fistful of Crystal's hair and aggressively steers her towards the corner post. She goes to send her in but Crystal manages to reverse it and Salco crashes into the steel instead!

Simone: This is not pretty! They've taken the fight to the outside!

Crystal takes advantage of the moment and jumps in from behind with a rear naked choke on Jessie right on the ringside floor!

Adams: But she can't win this while on the floor! She has to get inside of the ring!

Simone: I don't think Crystal is caring about winning just yet. I think she is more interested in just taking out one of her three challengers!

Melody rolls Mikah back into the ring, set to do what Crystal is not yet attempting. Melody grabs her by the wrist, and whips her into the ropes. Mikah rebounds off, ducks an intended clothesline, rebounds off of the far side and surprises her opponent with a crucifix roll up!

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Melody kicks out!

Mikah then grabs Melody and sends her into the ropes, but as she scoops her up on the rebound, Melody scissors her head with her legs and throws her over with a head scissors takedown! Melody bounds to her feet, jumping up and down in excitement!

Simone: That girl needs to focus!

Adams: She's excited is all! She is in a world championship match!

Melody turns and spots Crystal and Jessie on the floor and grabs the ropes, readying to launch herself out into the action on the outside, but Mikah also gets up from the mat and nails Melody with a running drop kick to the back of the head! The blow sends her tumbling through the ropes and to the floor, landing right on top of Crystal Millar and Jessie Salco.

Adams: Melody crashes the party!

Millar is sprawled out on the floor and inadvertently hits her head against the steel security barrier. Jessie lies on the floor for a moment longer, gathering her bearings and Melody scrambles back to her feet and darts for the ring to respond in kind, but Mikah sails over the top ropes and nails her with a dive through the ropes!

Simone: This thing is breaking down in a mean hurry!

Mikah has Melody down on the floor and hammers away at her with a barrage of lefts and rights as "Little Miss Sunshine" tries to fight her off! Jessie Salco and Crystal Millar manage to get back to their feet at the same time. Jessie dives into the ring, but Crystal is hot on her heels and grabs her by the legs, pulling her back outside.

Simone: This started out as a four corners match, but has broken down into a four way free for all!

Adams: What do you expect!? The World title is on the line!

Melody lands hard against the ringside barrier after being flung into it by Mikah! Mikah follows in quickly and clotheslines her over top of it and spills her into the crowd!

Adams: I know it was Melly's birthday Saturday but this is a present for those fans!

As Mikah climbs over the barrier to take the fight to Melody, the fans form a circle around the two brawling beauties and chant and cheer, spilling soda and popcorn over the floor as Mikah mounts Melody and picks up where she left off, with a blizzard of hammering blows to the face and head!

Simone: This is one advantage I think Mikah will have over Melody...

Adams: That she's meaner?

Simone: Exactly!

Jessie responds to Crystal Millar's challenge with a hard right to the bridge of the nose, then follows up with a mule kick to the gut and slides back into the ring. Millar is doubled over and Jessie scoots back onto the apron to take advantage. She spies Crystal doubled over and dives off over the ropes, nailing her with a leg drop across the back of the neck and driving Millar's face into the floor!

Simone: She won't be having any close ups any time soon after that shot!

Mikah grabs Melody by the hair and pulls her back to a vertical base. She slugs her between the eyes and Melody staggers backwards and falls into a vacant chair left behind by one of the cheering fans. Mikah plants her legs and tries to kick her seated foe in the head, but Melody is pulled back by an anxious fans seeking an autograph and it is the fan who takes the blow in her stead!

Adams: Ah ha ha ha ha! I'm sorry but that was rich! Who goes after an autograph in the middle of a world title match!?

Simone: Thank goodness for Melody that nitwit did or else she would have been victimized by that shot!

Jessie grabs Millar by the hair and drags her up into a front facelock. She looks to the fans with a wink and a thumbs up, then takes the champion and suplexes her up and over, right onto the floor!

Simone: And that should realign Crystal's spine a bit!

Crystal cries out in pain, arching her back, but Salco is unrelenting and drags her up and rolls her back inside of the ring! Jessie hurriedly climbs up onto the apron, then to the top corner and leaps, crushing Crystal with a swanton bomb!

Adams: She may have it! She may have it!

Jessie with the cover!

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Crystal gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Mikah and Melody need to pay attention! This could have been over before either of them realized it!

Jessie grabs Millar by the hair once again, lifts her to her feet and then slams her into the corner turnbuckle. She follows her in with a running dropkick which rock's the champion's head violently back. She grabs her by the wrist and then whips her across the ring into the opposing turnbuckle. She follows in, going for a running forearm, hoping to catch Millar as she bounces out, but Millar collapses to the mat instead and Jessie flies into the top turnbuckle!

Adams: I don't know if that was intentional by Crystal or just a happy coincidence!

While security deals with the assaulted fan, Melody manages to slither between the legs of the crowd and grab hold of Mikah's. She pulls them from beneath her and brings her crashing to the floor. She rolls on top of her, grabs the hair and proceeds to slam her face repeatedly into the floor!

Adams: Okay! Melody is tired of taking Mikah's cheap shots and is showing she can fight too!

Back in the ring, Crystal goes for an Irish whip but Jessie reverses it and on the rebound attempts a Tilt-A-Whirl slam but Crystal turns it into a DDT, planting Salco's head into the canvas! Crystal with the cover!

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3 - NO! Jessie's foot is on the bottom rope!

Simone: Oh lucky for Jessie Salco, Jasmine saw that!

Adams: That was risky!

On the floor, Melody has managed to recover sufficiently to start taking the fight to Mikah. She grabs Mikah by the wrist and whips her back into the steel railing. Mikah hits it hard enough to flip over it and back into the ringside area. Melody follows her, but stops short of clearing the railing, instead she elects to stand on top of it and measure her opponent.

Simone: What does she have up her sleeve?

Adams: My guess is that she's hoping to score some frequent flier miles.

And she manages to score a few by leaping off of the railing and nailing Mikah with a diving double knee drop! She straddles her foe afterwards and starts hammering away at her again, peppering her with an assortment of lefts and rights!

Adams: I guess Melly really is getting upset!

In the ring, Crystal snapmares Jessie over and then races into the ropes and comes off, sliding low with a dropkick to the head! Crystal rolls on top of her, hooking the inside leg.

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Jessie gets her shoulder up!

On her back, but not out of it yet, Mikah fights back by grabbing at Melody's face with her nails and claws at her eyes, causing Miss Grace to cry out as Mikah gouges at her! Mikah throws her off to the floor and returns to her feet! Mikah follows up by clubbing Melody and grabbing her by the hair. She uses the hair as reins and drives Melody's face directly into a knee lift. Melody staggers back, but Mikah maintains her hold, doubles her over again, this time with a kick to the gut, and places her head between her legs. She bends over and wraps her arms around Melody's waist...

Adams: She's going to powerbomb ... or piledrive Melody onto the floor!

Inside of the ring, Crystal Millar staggers Jessie, ducks down, placing her own head between Jessie's legs. She then braces herself and lifts Jessie off of the ground.

Simone: Some strength being shown on the part of the champion!

Try as she may, Melody refuses to allow Mikah to complete her maneuver on the outside! She braces herself, and in one mighty effort, she manages to reverse the attempt and backdrop Mikah onto the concrete!

Adams: Drake Green is going to have to work overtime to massage those kinks out of his wife's back!

Melody looks into the ring and sees Crystal hoisting Jessie Salco onto her shoulders. Reacting quickly, she scrambles up to the top rope and dives off. She flies across the ring and lands squarely onto Jessie with a missile dropkick that drives her to the mat and brings Millar down with her! The crowd is cheering as Melody covers Jessie!

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Jessie kicks out!

Melody then jumps on top of Crystal!

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Mikah makes the save!

Simone: What a match this is turning out to be!

Adams: And what a main event!

Mikah grabs Melody by the leg and jams her knee, throwing her down with a dragon screw leg whip! Melody grabs at her knee in pain and Mikah goes to place her in a sharpshooter, but Crystal jumps up on her shoulders from behind for a reverse Hurricanrana!

Simone: Crystal just planted Mikah's head into the mat!

Crystal with the cover!

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Melody drags Crystal off of Mikah from behind and brings her up and over with a bridging German suplex!

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Jessie springboards off of the ropes and into a Moonsault onto Melody's exposed stomach, breaking it up!

Adams: Oh my god! What is this going to take!?

Jessie grabs Crystal and drags her up into a double arm suplex position and throws her over! Jessie then signals to the crowd and they cheer as she goes up top!

Adams: Is she going to end this!?

Simone: Will we have a new champion!?

Jessie is perched on the top rope when a recovered Crystal, playing possum, jumps to the middle turnbuckle, stopping her and attempting instead for a superplex! Jessie blocks it, knowing it is a L-O-N-G way down, but then Mikah climbs up and she lends a hand, trying for a double superplex on Salco! Melody is back on her feet and she backs into the corner, grabs Crystal and Mikah by the legs and ... Crystal, Mikah AND Jessie are brought crashing down!!!

Adams: OH! MY! GOD!

The fans are stir crazy!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Melody looks down at the pileup with nobody moving and she starts climbing the corner!

Simone: What more can these four women do to one another!?

Melody gets to the top, sizes them up -- then leaps and crashes down atop of Jessie with a Spiral Tap!

Adams: Bubble'O Mel!

Melody covers her!

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Mikah stirs....
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Crystal tries to break it up....
3!

TOO LATE!

The bell rings and the crowd explodes!

Simone: Did she do it!?

Jasmine grabs Melody's hand and raises it!

Adams: She did! We have a new champion!

Mikah glares daggers at Melody as Crystal stares in utter shock, having been a mili-second too short in stopping this! Jasmine takes the championship belt and presents it to the champion and Melody immediately starts crying and clutches the gold to her chest!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner! And NEW World Bombshell Champion -- Melody GRACE!!!

The crowd is alive as Melody raises the hard won title up high, tears streaming down her face in utter disbelief and overwhelming joy! The former champion, Crystal Millar, approaches Melody and shakes her hand in congratulations! Jessie, holding the back of her head, approaches and drapes an arm around Melody's neck for a quick hug!

Simone: What a display of sportsmanship by both Crystal and Jessie!

Adams: But where's Mikah??

The answer to that is on the outside as an enraged Mikah is pointing at the ring and shrieking in accusations as she argues with the fans! She turns and storms off, throwing a fit the entire way! Inside, Crystal and Jessie help Melody with placing the belt firmly around her waist! They pat Melody on the back one more time before taking their own leave, allowing the brand new champion her time in the spotlight!

Simone: There's a brand new era in the SCW Bombshell division!

Adams: The rainbow unicorn butterfly kitten era!

Simone: ... I was going to say the Grace Era, but that fits too I suppose! Fans, for Jason Adams, I am Belinda Simone! Thank you for joining us for Inception II!

Belt around her waist, Melody stands center ring, smiling and waving to everyone as a multitude of colorful balloons drops from the ceiling and she blows kisses to each and every direction as the screen fades to credits.

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Marge, Gerrit, Court, The Lord MK, Sam, Dustin, Annie, Jenny, Polly, Andy, Leon Black, Erik, Ryan Keys, Britt, Chelsea Payne, Ro, Shipman, Calvin Harris, Fizz and Wong. Also another thanks to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!