Justin: The following match is for one fall... Making his way to the ring first.

The fans at home are in anticipation of the arrival of the next wrestler as the lights go out and a huge cactus emerges upon the Titan Tron. We hear Epic from Metalachi hit the sound system as a big figure emerges in the dark, he slowly turns around as he stares at the Titan Tron where a large picture of Pete the Cactus emerges. His eyes are fixed on it before turning around and enters the ring.

Justin: Coming down the aisle, standing in at 6'8 and weighing in at 280 pounds!! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!! Senor Vinnie!!!!

The spotlight shines upon the man as he looks up towards the ring, mumbling something while walking towards the ring. There he crawls over towards the center of the ring and stares down the camera. He then slowly walks towards the neutral corner and sits down and ignores the music of the next entrant.

Justin: And his opponent... weighing in at 240 pounds! From Lawrenceville, Georgia... Billllllll Barnhart!!!

Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed his English Bulldog Iris leading her by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The two make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to a ring attendant to hold onto until the match is over. Bill enters enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.

Bill and Vinnie stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring, exchanging some heated words and Drew quickly steps in and calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Adams: Here we go Belinda.

Simone: Bill isn't wasting any time tonight.

Bill launches towards Vinnie and pops him with a stiff right hand to the side of his face. It rattles Vinnie but Vinnie isn't having it as he socks Bill right back with a left hand of his own. Vinnie than charges towards Bill knocking him down with a clothesline. Bill pops back up and comes crashing in with his own offense knocking Vinnie down to the canvas with a stiff shoulder block.

Adams: The boys are going tit for tat at the moment.

Vinnie glares up at Bill from the canvas with a sadistic smile across his face. Bill comes swinging in looking to plant his knee into the side of Vinnie's face, but Vinnie rolls out of the way, leaps up to his feet and sends Bill to the canvas with a running boot.

Simone: Vinnie damn near kicked Bill's head off.

Vinnie starts to unleash with a fury of kicks to Bill, before he drops down to straddle him to offload a fury of left and rights. Bill is covering up, but Vinnie continues to hail into him. Bill has had enough, and he forcefully launches Vinnie off of him. They both get up to their feet, Vinnie decides it's a good time to laugh in Bill's face and Bill rushes towards him, wraps his arms around his torso and lifts Vinnie up off the canvas and plummets him to the canvas with a Suplex. Bill crawls over and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Vinnie gets the shoulder up and Drew stop the count.

Adams: I don't think Bill likes being laughed at.

Simone: Yet he has a move called the Toxic Tush.

Bill gets back up to his feet, dragging Vinnie up with him to hit him with a fury of European uppercuts. Vinnie stumbles back into the ropes and he uses them as a slingshot as he pushes back on Bill knocking his back before he sidesteps behind him to drive his knees into his back with a backbreaker. Vinnie now rolls on top of Bill and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Bill thunders out, throwing Vinnie off of him.

Adams: Vinnie is going to have to do more than that to keep Bill down.

Simone: I think he now realises that.

Vinnie snakes back up to his feet and he watches Bill scramble back up to his. Vinnie rushes towards Bill and he knocks him down with a spear the pure force of it, pushes them both to the outside of the ring as the fold up between the ropes. Bill crashes to the floor his spine hitting the unforgiving floor as Vinnie scrambles up to his feet, smiling at the damage he has done. Drew is calling for both men to get back into the ring, but Vinnie has other ideas as he makes his way and helps Bill up to his feet. Vinnie looks to whip Bill into the steel steps, but Bill reverses it, dropping to the floor whilst giving Vinnie the final shove he needs to drive him knee first into the unforgiving steel.

Adams: Well that backfired for Vinnie.

Simone: That might teach him to count his chickens before they hatch.

Vinnie is whining in pain on the outside, Drew is up to a sic count and Bill breaks that by rolling back into the ring, only to roll back out so he can drag Vinnie back side the ring.

Simone: Smart, Bill knows he can't win this on the outside.

Adams: Now he just needs to cover Vinnie and he's got this win in the bag.

Bill scoops up Vinnie and drops him back down with a scoop slam before her makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Vinnie just barely kicks out before the three count. Bill is livid as he displays his frustrations to Drew asking him if he can count. Drew just shows off his referee patch on his shirt.

Simone: Bill is giving Vinnie valuable seconds to recover here.

Whilst Bill is arguing with Drew, Vinnie makes his way back up to his feet.

Adams: Vinnie is back on to his feet, he is a little shaky, but he is back on his feet. Vinnie rushes towards Bill and slams his forehead into the back of Bill's head, with a thunderous headbutt before he drives his elbow into the fleshy part of his shoulder, dropping Bill to his knees. Using the ropes Vinnie makes them a slingshot as he bounces off them and drives his knee into the back of Bill's spine. Bill doesn't fall down, so Vinnie does it again and again, but the big guys just sways in the breeze. Finally, Vinnie rushes towards Bill once more, this time her wraps his hands around Bill's neck before he flips over and drives him face down to the canvas with a modified neck breaker. Vinnie quickly rolls Bill up, hooking the leg looking for victory.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Bill somehow, someway kicks out of the pinfall. Vinnie this time questions Drew and his ability to count. Drew just ignores it and gets back to his feet. Bill isn't too far behind him as he sways from foot to foot, trying to collect himself. Vinnie is back to his feet and Bill rushes towards him looking for a shoulder barge, but Vinnie side steps him however Bill discuses around and locks Vinnie into a sleeper hold. He applies the pressure and Drew swoops in asking Vinnie if he wants to stay in the match. Vinnie screams out yes.

Adams: and how quickly the pace of the match has changed.

Bill sweeps Vinnie's legs out from underneath him, dropping him to the canvas. Bill drops down as well, keeping his sleeper hold locked in. Bill wraps his legs around Vinnie's torso and locks in the hold and applies more pressure. Drew raises Vinnie's arm and it drops to the canvas, Drew raises Vinnie's hand again and it does the same and just flops back down, Drew now lifts it one last time and just as it was about to touch the canvas, Vinnie fires back to life.

Adams: VINNIE IS STILL AWAKE.

Simone: Bill thought he had Vinnie out cold.

Vinnie fights back with everything he's got as he fires his elbow back into Bill. An angry Bill lets go and tosses Vinnie to the side. Bill gets back up to his feet and he turns around to drag Vinnie back up to his, but Vinnie pushes him away before out of nowhere dropping him down with a DDT.

Adams: FACE THE CACTUS.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, SENOOOOOOORRRR VINNNNNIIIIIIEEEEE!!!

Vinnie's them song his over the PA system as Vinnie has his hand raised in victory leaving a laid out Bill in the middle of the ring.

Backstage, Fenris is standing in front of a mirror with a bemused Aron seated on a chair beside him, watching and struggling not to roll his eyes at what his older brother is wearing. And small wonder why; he is wearing a full-length, black cloak and is frowning down at the hood and bird doctor mask in his hands, wondering silently how to go about putting it on. All of a sudden...

The Easter Despy: Hoppy Easter!

Fenris looks into the mirror and does a double-take at the sight of Despayre in his Easter Bunny costume. A frown slowly creeps its way onto his face (big surprise, huh?), but Aron? The good natured younger sibling of the former champion smiles brightly and he stands up and places a hand on the Easter Despy's fuzzy, slim shoulder.

Aron: Hoppy Easter Despy! I mean, Easter Despy!

Despite Fenris openly rolling his eyes at Aron playing along, The Easter Despy reaches into his basket and takes out a strawberry Cadbury Cream egg and passes it over to Aron as his Easter treat. The two then turn and look to Fenris expectantly. Fenris feels their eyes on him and he looks up at their reflections in the mirror and holds his arms out.

Fenris: What!?

Aron: Come on, K. say it.

The Easter Despy: Yeah! Say it!

Fenris: I am NOT saying 'Hoppy Easter!'

The Easter Despy: Ha!

He points at Fenris.

The Easter Despy: Made you say it!

Fenris grits his teeth and he begins to say a few choice off color words in his native tongue, prompting the Easter Despy to cluck his tongue and wag a finger, er, paw, at him.

The Easter Despy: You run the risk of not getting your Easter treat if you keep that up young man!

Fenris: What???

The Easter Despy: Your Easter treat. The Easter Despy gives Easter treats to everyone -- and I have a special one just for you with your name on it!

Fenris: ........... Really?

A little curious despite himself, Fenris takes a step forward with an expectant look on his face, his eyes on the Easter basket. The Easter Despy happily plucks a colored egg from the basket's bounty and places it very carefully, very gingerly, between the palms of Fenris's hands.

The Easter Despy: Now, you hafta be VERY careful with that...

And he suddenly claps Fenris's hands together, causing the egg to explode between his palms! Aron snorts back a laugh as his hot tempered older brother holds his hands up, coated with the slimy, wet remnants of the egg yolk dripping everywhere!

Fenris: What the f-!?

The Easter Despy: That's your Easter Surprise! Hahaha!

Fenris stares at The Easter Despy -- hard -- and then turns to Aron.

Fenris: Vegetarian or not, I'm about to make Easter Rabbit stew!

The Easter Despy: Uh oh!

The Easter Despy turns and takes off like a shot with Fenris racing right after him!

The camera is focused on a grey door in the back hallway, the door opens and Eyesnsane walks in wearing white and black Addidas shoes, black Addidas jogging pants and a white t-shirt. He looks to his right as the camera pans right and we see Marissa Henry standing a few feet away. The camera angle widens to show both of them and the distance between them. Eyesnsane puts his hand up in a stopping motion toward Marissa.

Marissa: Eyesnsane I just wanted to ask you some questions.

Eyesnsane: First, thing you need to understand is that I've spent the last 21 days in isolation. Just me and my weights. I have ate, slept, and prepped for what comes next. The ink is dry on the paper and that's why I'm here, that's why I walked through this door. I know you have a job to do and I'm not going to stop you from doing that but we can hear each other just like this.

Marissa: Can you give us some sense of why you are back?

Eyesnsane: I can explain exactly why I am back. You see Marissa my time here was not complete. In my own mind it hardly ever started. Sure I could talk about what I've done in other companies or try to live off the memory of what once was here, but that's not me that's not who I am at my core. I am a competitor and I have set out to prove that everywhere I have been. The thing is, I have plenty of unfinished business here in this company. That aside you can thank all of my fans from around the world. I owe it to all of them to add to my career here against some of the biggest names and brightest stars in the industry.

Marissa: You are a former SCW tag team champion but you've signed with SCU. Don't you want to continue the SCW part of your legacy?

Eyesnsane: Marissa, what you and the fans need to know is that everywhere I have been, and gone. I have written my own ticket and made my own name. That was a different time and different set of circumstances. Me being here is not about Jon Doe, it's not about the Elders. Me walking through this door, right here and right now is about me. It's about me coming to this company and proving my worth. Proving how I stack up on my own. This is where the story of Eyesnsane truly begins. I'm not dense, I see the split between SCU and Grime, I see people have and are choosing their sides, but it's not even about that for me. I see the fight and I see the talent on both sides of the line and I want in. I want to prove that I am the best of the best and I can not think of a better way to do just that than to be right here in this company. So you see Marissa, I am going to add to the story, you and all of the fans around the world just need to stay tuned.

Eyesnsane walks away in the opposite direction from Marissa down the hallway.

Marissa: Well there you have it, Eyesnsane has just entered the building.....

The scene fades out to black.

We cut backstage to find Austin James Mercer the current SCW Internet champion, the title over his shoulder as he looks at the camera with a smirk.

Austin James Mercer: 3 title defences. Three of them, between the show I won this title on, the last supercard and now. And I did that while also being in the blast from the past tournament. No one forced me to do this, no one told me I had to. I did it because I chose to. I knew I would have to defend it at least once in the tournament. But I took it on myself to make it known I wanted to have any open challenge and then a match at Blaze of glory, whether I was in the blast final or not...

Austin shakes his head adjusting the title belt over his shoulder.

Austin James Mercer: When I was told I would be competing for the internet title I was excited. Despite the talk about me falling down the scw ladder I never looked at this as a demotion. I looked at this as an opportunity. I wanted to take this title and make it important. I will defend it against anyone...ANYONE...I don't care who, if you think you deserve a chance go to Mark, go to Christian, go to Brooke...I won't say no...

He scoffs and takes the title from his shoulder holding it by his side.

Austin James Mercer: But tonight, I step in the ring with Lachlan Kane, and over the last week he and I have verbally jabbed back and forth, I told him I know how good he is, but I also told him...and I meant this....that I know he won't beat me tonight...

Austin laughs to himself as we cut back to the arena.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is the Sin City Wrestling Internet Championship... introducing first... hailing from Manhattan, New York... he is your current Internet Champion... Austin James Mercer...

The lights shut off as "United Divided" by Voodoo Johnson kicks in, as it builds different lights flash around the arena. As the song builds into the refrain and the guitars kick in a spotlight forms on the stage with Austin standing in the middle with the Internet Championship around his waist. He makes his way down to the ring before moving around to the steps, he makes his way up and walks across the apron before stepping between the ropes, he stands in the center of the ring as the music shuts off as he removes the belt and raises it above his head.

Justin: And his opponent...hailing from Waterford, Ireland... Lachlan Kane...

As the lights in the arena cut to black, the speakers come to life with the sound of "You Ain't Ready" by Skillet. The lights begin to flash in an array of white and red as smoke fills the entrance stage. Strolling out to an overwhelming chorus of cheers, Lachlan Kane smiles out at the crowd and throws a couple of phantom punches before making his way down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans along the way. He runs up the steel steps and bounces against the ropes on the outside of the ring on the apron's edge before stepping through the ropes into the centre of the ring. He grins again before throwing his hands up to the deafening roar of the crowd. As his music fades away, he takes off his jacket and hands it off to the ring announcer and throws a few more punches to ready himself.

The ref moves in and takes the championship from Mercer and raises it high before showing Kane before moving to the corner to hand it over to right before checking both men for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung.

DING DING DING!

As Kane finally removes his jacket, Mercer continues to watch him and stares a hole through him until Kane flings his jacket away and warms up. They quickly move towards each other and lock up in the centre of the ring, however, Mercer is quick to overpower Kane and he pushes Kane into the corner, where he holds him there and pushes him back as the ref intervenes and begins to count, which Mercer slowly releases his hold and moves backwards and putting his hands up. He then tries to surprise Kane with a wild swing and Kane ducks and Mercer ends up in the corner and delivers a chop to the chest.

Simone: Mercer uses his strength to over Kane in this early exchange, but the ref is quick to move in to force Mercer back away.

Adams: Mercer with the wild swing but Kane ducks and counters and delivers a chop to the chest.

Mercer grits his teeth and glares at Kane, where he grabs him around the throat with both hands and throws him into the corner and boots him in the midsection before following up with a punch, which Kane slumps down a little but Mercer drags back up to his feet and hits a chop to the chest, which sends Kane down to the mat.

Adams: Mercer didn't seem too pleased with that chop to the chest and grabs Kane and throws him in the corner and proceeds to boot and punch him, which Kane can't respond.

Kane lays on the mat as he grimaces in pain, as Mercer approaches Kane, who slowly attempts to get to his knees but Mercer grabs Kane's hand and puts it down flat before stomping on it. Kane screams out in pain, as the quickly gets to his feet holding his hand as he quickly moves away from Mercer, but Mercer follows Kane, where he grabs his hand and whips him across the ring. Kane bounces of the ropes as Mercer braces but Kane delivers a kick to Mercers chest. Mercer pops up and glares at Kane, Mercer grabs Kane and hoists him onto his shoulders, but Kane is quick to wriggle free and drops down behind Mercer before following up with a kick to his thigh, which Mercer cowers away as Kane follows up with another kick, however, Mercer grits his teeth and charges at Kane and hits a clothesline sending Kane to the mat.

Simone: Mercer continues to work over Kane, as Kane tries to fight back but just doesn't get the chance.

Adams: He isn't giving up... but he does need to get more into this match.

Mercer stretches his leg out as he shakes off the kicks before re-approaching the down Kane, where he stomps on Kane's leg, who quickly moves away but Mercer just moves with him and stomps on his leg again, as Kane quickly gets to his feet and hobbles to the corner. Mercer pushes him up against the ropes and delivers a chop to the chest as Kane grimaces in pain and moves away from Mercer, but Mercer grabs him and pulls him away from the ropes but into a different corner. Mercer takes his time, which gives Kane an opening and rushes from the corner and hits a running dropkick to Mercer's leg sending Mercer down to the mat.

Adams: Its all Mercer and then suddenly it quickly shifts, and Kane get some offence in and hits a running dropkick to Mercer's leg.

Simone: Certainly, a scrapper but he needs to get into the match more otherwise Mercer is just going to retain.

Kane takes a few moments, before climbing to his feet and turning to Mercer but Mercer is quickly back to his feet and grabs Kane and drives him into the corner and boots him in the midsection a few times before delivering a chop to his chest, which Kane slumps down a little but Mercer lifts him and hits another chop, which Kane grimaces in pain and turns his back and hugging the ropes. Mercer doesn't give him a second and he turns Kane back around and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle. Mercer then climbs to the middle rope and gets into Kane's face, this gives Kane an opening and slips between Mercers legs and turns and kicks Mercer's legs, which Mercer tumbles from the middle rope to the mat.

Simone: Kane can't catch a break in this match.

Adams: Again fleeting offence as he slips through Mercer's grasp and knocks Mercer from the ropes.

Kane takes advantage and stomps on Mercer body and leg over and over until the ref forces Kane back, which he takes a few steps back raising his hands up in the process before towards the ropes and climbs out of the ring and along the apron and climbs the turnbuckles to the top. Before Kane can do anything, Mercer quickly gets to his feet and grabs Kane around the throat and drags him from the top rope and keeps him on his feet, where he grabs him around the waist before moving away from the corner and hitting a release belly to belly suplex sending him across the ring.

Adams: Kane stomps on Mercer a few times before moving to the ropes, as he looks to go for a double foot stomp, but Mercer is quick to his feet and grabs Kane and drags from the top rope and hits a release belly to belly suplex.

Simone: This match is certainly one sided, maybe Kane if he find an opening exploit Mercer's knee, which he seems to be struggling with following that tumble from the ropes and Kane stomps.

Kane holds his back, while Mercer sits on the mat punching his knee following where Kane stomped on it. The ref moves in and check on both men and starts their count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Mercer climbs to a single knee, while Kane grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up into a seated position.

Adams: The ref moves in and begins their count, as Mercer is already to a knee, while Kane shuffles himself to a corner and sits up.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Mercer pushes himself up to his feet and moves to Kane, where he grabs Kane by the hair and pulls him to his feet, where he grabs him and goes to Biel Throw him but Kane lands on his feet, much to Mercer's surprise but its only brief as he charges in for a clothesline but Kane ducks and turns and hits a knife edge chop to Mercer, Mercer takes a step back as Kane hits another chop before leaping up with a standing dropkick, which Mercer stumbles backwards into the ropes. Kane is quickly back to his feet and charges at Mercer and hits a clothesline sending him over the top rope, where he stumbles backwards. Before he can react, Kane turns and bounce off the ropes before diving through with a suicide dive and driving Mercer hard against the barriers.

Simone: Mercer is back up...and grabs Kane and lifting him to his feet and goes to throw him across the ring but Kane lands on his feet, much to Mercers and probably everyone else surprise.

Adams: Mercer is certainly surprised, but he is quick to get over it and charges at Kane, but Kane is ready for him and catches him with two chops and then a standing dropkick, which Mercer is rocked. But Kane isn't done, and he quickly clotheslines Mercer over the ropes and very quickly follows up with a suicide dive.

Kane rolls away from Mercer before climbing to his feet, as Mercer drops to the mat holding his back. The ref yells at Kane to bring the action back into the ring before starting another count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kane moves towards Mercer, where he stomps on Mercer a few times before grabbing him by the hair and pulls him to his feet, where he then drags him towards the ring.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Adams: Up to a six count here...

Kane goes throw Mercer into the ring, but Mercer throws an elbow back catching Kane who stumbles back. Mercer turns and grabs Kane and throws him into the ring and follows close behind. Grabbing Kane, he goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Simone: Kane going to bring the action back into the ring, but Mercer turns the tables and throw an elbow back catch Kane and instead throws him back into the ring and goes for a quick pin but only gets a two count.

Mercer shakes his head as he twists his body around a couple of times, as Kane quickly rolls away from Mercer before grabbing the ropes and pulls himself up, as Mercer makes his own way to his feet. Kane and Mercer stare at each other they circle the ring and contemplate their next moves. They move in and lock up, where they briefly jockey for position until Kane breaks the hold and drives a knee into Mercer's stomach, which doubles Mercer over and Kane follow up with a knee to the face of Mercer. Mercer stumbles back holding his face as Kane follows up with a one-handed bulldog.

Adams: Mercer still feeling the effect of the suicide dive gives himself a little stretch as Kane rolls away from harm. Both men get to their feet as they contemplate their next moves.

Simone: They both lock up in centre of the ring but before Mercer can overpower Kane, Kane breaks the hold and drives a knee into Mercer stomach. Mercer has no answer and Kane catches Mercer with another knee and then a bulldog before going for a pin.

Kane then goes for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Thr...kickout!

Kane looks to the ref who just shrugs, Kane climb to his feet and moves to the turnbuckle, where he climbs to the top as he looks for the 'Lach-Down'. Leaping off the ropes, Mercer rolls away and Kane lands on the mat and rolls through, as Mercer slowly gets to his feet as a trickle of blood seeps from his nose. Kane turns and charges at Mercer, but Mercer responds by grabbing Kane and hitting a Double A spinebuster.

Simone: He comes close with the pin, but Kane is quick back to his feet and goes to the top rope to finish this match as he looks for the Diving Double Foot Stomp, but Mercer moves and Kane lands on his feet and stylishly rolls out of it.

Adams: They both back to their feet and Kane charges at Mercer but Mercer hits Double A spinebuster.

Kane arches his back in pain, as Mercer sits up and leans on a single knee before pushing himself up, where he moves to Kane and grabs his legs, but Kane kicks Mercers hands away. Mercer moves in and stomps on Kane's prone body before grabbing Kane by the hair and pulls him up. Mercer then goes to whip Kane but instead he keep a hold of him and hits the "Ode to lisa" (Ripcord Lariat AKA the rainmaker).

Adams: Looks like Kane is down and out of this match, as he tries to avoid the inevitable as he kicks away Mercer's hand but Mercer isn't put off and he grabs Kane and pulls him up where he hits a vicious ripcord Lariet.

Mercer doesn't go for the pin but instead he grabs Kane legs and begins to wrap them up and locks in the Legacy Lock (Figure four). Kane who is barely with it following the ripcord lariet, taps out.

Simone: Instead of finishing with a pin... Mercer locks in the legacy lock and with Kane more or less out of it, has no choice but to tap out.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via submission and still Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion... Austin James Mercer.

Mercer releases the hold, as he slowly climbs to his feet as his music hits over the p.a as the ref hands him the Internet Championship, where he hugs it tight before making his way to his feet and then raises it above his head in celebration.

The cameras go backstage at the Golden Ring Casino, looking for action and it doesn't take long for them to come across Evie Jordan. She is standing with her back towards the camera talking on her cell phone.

Adams: Mark Cross will be pleased that Evie seems to be dressed for action here tonight.

Simone: You think she was going to do a last-minute runner after what Diamond side about her, these past two weeks?

Evie doesn't have enough time to finish up her phone call before Diamond walks on to the scene. She has a wicked smile on her face as she approaches Evie from behind.

Diamond: Well, well, well if it isn't Ben Jordan's cum dumpster. Are you ready to get your ass decimated tonight you bloody bimbo?!

Evie turned on her heels and comes face to face with Diamond.

Evie: What the fuck did you just say to me?

Diamond: I didn't fucking stutter you dumb bitch.

Evie slides her phone back into her pocket, before she takes a step up towards Diamond. Diamond doesn't back up as the two bombshells stand toe to toe. Their noses almost touching.

Evie: You kiss your daughter with that trashy fucking mouth of yours?

The Aussie knew that was going to hit a nerve, so she pushed it again.

Evie: Mark Cross was right, you really are a disgusting excuse for a wrestler and mother.

Diamond took one last step up towards Evie, vicious intent in her eyes.

Diamond: At least I can have kids... tell me what's it like knowing that you're just your husband's cum waste bin, so empty, so vacant, so worthless... I mean he could replace you with his right hand.

Evie looked away for a slight second, letting Diamond's works sink in before she sucked in her bottom lip and before you could count to three it was on. Evie swung at Diamond and she swung hard as she collected her with a right first before she grabbed into the back of her head, slamming it down into her knee. Diamond didn't go down without a fight as she comes crashing in tackling Evie to the floor.

Adams: These two are out of control.

Fists and hair was flying everywhere as Diamond and Evie continued to brawl backstage. Making it back up to their feet, Diamond drives Evie face first into the drywall, but Evie fires back with a stiff elbow into Diamond's guts. Diamond goes to bite Evie, but Evie shove the base of her palm up into Diamond's mouth driving her head back. As the two continue to scuffle backstage it doesn't take long for their fellow Bombshells to pour out as well as security, as they desperately try and rip these two apart.

Diamond: You are lucky they are holding me back because I would so fuck you up.

Evie: Bring it Bitch!!!

The two move the bombshells out of the way as they begin to fight one another again. Diamond knees Evie in the gut but the Australian counters by grabbing a hold of Diamond's hair and she yanks out some of her extensions. The two of them try to keep fighting one another and finally their fellow bombshells have a hold on everything. As they yank them away from one another.

Diamond: Just wait until our match. This has been a long time coming.

Evie: Whatever you say... I am going to fuck you up!

The scene quickly fades away.

Alex Jones and Johanna Krieger, collectively known as Wolfslair stand side by side. The mixed tag titles around their assists, Johanna looks up with a small smirk as Alex folds his arms over his chest letting his student and tag team partner speak.

Johanna Krieger: Blasted Monk and Song. Members of the elders and people who seem to be respected throughout the industry along with the other members of their little group. SCW management respect them, other members of the roster respect them. Even Alex respects them....but me? I don't. I want to destroy Song, I want to end her pitiful existence in SCW....and as for Monk?....while it should be Alexs' job to take care of him...if he gets in my way...I'll end him too

Alex Jones: I get your anger Jo, I do. And you should use that. But respecting Monk and Song is the right thing to do. See while they have been in our way they have helped us elevate our game. And tonight we will defend these titles, we will walk down to that ring, exert our dominance, win this match and then put them behind us....put Song...behind you...

Johanna slowly nods at Alex, she smiles and they fist bump before moving out of frame.

Justin: The following match is for the Sin City Wrestling Mixed Tag Team CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first the challengers... from Foshan, China... SONG!!!

Song's theme starts to play we see Song walking down the ramp. She gets halfway down and pauses. Song bows and then proceeds to walk to ringside. Song jumps and lands on the apron. Song puts her hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring.

Justin: And her partner weighing in at 165 pounds... from Foshan, China... BLASSSSSSSTED MOOOOONK!

As Blasted Monks theme starts to play, we see Monk walking down the ramp. Song is heard from the ring, cheering him on as he makes his way to ringside. Monk gets in the ring and jumps on the top turn buckle. Monk is running on top of the top ropes, as he runs a lap around the ring from the top ropes.

Justin: They are the current Sin City Wrestling Mixed Tag Team Champions... ALEEEEX JONES AND JOHANNA KRIEGER... WOLFSLAIIIIIRRRR!!

"War" By Palisades hits and as we come into the first verse Alex Jones steps out, followed by Johanna. They make their way down to the ring, they both step in as Alex slides in from the entrance side. Johanna and Alex pose with their Mixed Tag Team Championships smiling proudly at their gold.

Both teams stand in the middle of the six-sided ring as Jacob shows them what they're fighting for. That is the glamourous Sin City Wrestling Mixed Tag Team Championships. Alex and Monk decided to get this one underway as Johanna and Song move to their respected corners.

DING DING DING!

Alex comes rushing in towards Monk looking to take his head off with a flying clothesline but Monk ducks and weaves out of it, but he quickly scoops Alex up by the midsection and drives him into the nearest corner followed by a swift gut shot. Monk unleashes a fury of left and right punches. Alex desperately tries to cover up, but as Monk goes for one last swing, he is lifted from his feet by a stiff European uppercut from Alex. Monk stumbles backwards and Alex rushes towards him driving the big thunderous spear. Alex proceeds to straddle Monk and returns the favour unleashing a fury of his own with his left and rights.

Adams: Alex is in a dark place right now, very angry angry man.

Simone: Monk needs to cover up or get the hell out of there.

Adams: Haha you said Hell.

Meanwhile on the apron Song is screaming at Monk to cover his face, while Johanna is clapping on her partner enjoying what she is witnessing. Monk is able to roll over and push Alex off it, however Alex gets back up to his feet and drives his knee into the face of Monk. Monk stumbles backwards and into his corner where Song is ready and waiting to steal the tag, forcing Alex out of the ring.

Adams: The look on Alex' face says it all... he isn't please with how Song forced herself into this match.

Simone: Well, as unhappy as Alex is... it is a mixed tag team match and Song has every right to tag herself in.

As Song gets into the ring, she doesn't back down as she walks right up to Alex and gets in his face, proud of the fact she was able to save her partner from him. Alex looks on livid but while Song is distracted, Johanna snakes her way around the outside of the ring and manages to get inside the ring behind Song and tears her down via her head with a backdrop DDT. Alex smugly gives Song a wave before he rolls out of the ring.

Simone: Alex getting the last laugh, thanks to his teammate Johanna.

Johanna attempts to hook the leg looking for a cheeky victory.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Kick out and Song almost sends Johanna flying off of her as she does so. The two females rapidly get back up to their feet before the come together in a lock up, a power struggle is underway, but Song extends her leg and trips Johanna up, dropping her to her knee before Song swiftly drives her kneecap right into the nose of Johanna, snapping her head back viciously. Johanna groans out in pain through gritted teeth.

Adams: I'm glad we all have medical, as I think Johanna just broke her nose.

Johanna is holding her face, but Song doesn't care for it as she drags her back up to her feet and sends her down to the canvas with a sick face breaker. The impact is back on the face of Johanna, but that doesn't stop Song from getting back up to her feet and punting her boot into the midsection of her fallen opponent. Song rushes towards the ropes and uses them as a springboard as she comes crashing in with an elbow drop, planting her elbow into the face of Johanna before she hooks her legs and looks for the win.

ONE!

TWO!

No! Johanna is able to keep this match alive as she gets the shoulder up.

Simone: There's no blood, but Johanna is LIVID!

Song doesn't dwell on the failed pin she just gets right back up and she drags Johanna up to her feet with her, Song rubs in some trash talk as she drags Johanna over towards the turnbuckles before she kicks Johanna in the gut. However, as Song tries to slash the back of her hand across Johanna's chest Johanna is able to duck and weave past Song. She turns the tables around on Song and delivers a forearm chop of her own that swings a ringing sound around the area, the sound of flesh on flesh.

Adams: Wolfslair are back in control of this match, thankfully as their mixed tag team titles are on the line here tonight.

Simone: I think they know that...

Adams: OHHHH KAAAAAAYYY THEEEEEEN BEEEEELIIIINDDDA

Simone: What is wrong with you?

Adams: Nothing.

Back in the ring Johanna is shoulder barging at Song's midsection while Song attempts to club her away by slamming her fist into her back, however Johanna tackles her, lifts her up and spins her around driving her into the canvas with a spine buster. Johanna quickly hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Song kicks out, much to the relief of Monk who is on the outside begging for a tag. Alex on the other hand is pacing back and forth on the apron, waiting for his moment to get back into the ring. Song and Johanna make it back to their feet and Johanna goes to slap the taste out of her mouth, however Song sends an elbow in her direction before she makes a mad leap for her corner tagging out just as Johanna was about to pull her back into the match. Jacob calls the tag and Johanna aggressively tackles Song to the canvas before the two continue to brawl until they roll out of the ring and their fight continues on the outside.

Adams: CATFIGHT!!!!

Simone: Or should you say WOLF FIGHT!

Adams: OMG DID WE JUST BECOME BEST FRIENDS?

Simone: I don't know what just came over me.

Meanwhile in the ring Monk seems a little distracted by the actions of his tag team partner and like a shark Alex stalks him before he rushes towards him, toppling the returning Monk with a powerful big boot right to the face. Alex with victory on his mind comes rushing in as Monk makes it up to his feet, kick the features off of Monk's face but Monk ducks it and takes Alex out with a monstrous spear. The impact causes the ring to shake. Monk hooks the leg looking for the victory, however Jacob is still trying to get the girls apart.

Adams: We have new Mixed Tag Team Champions.

Simone: Or not...

Monk notices that Jacob isn't making the count, so he lets go and gets up to tell Jacob to focus. As Jacob makes his way back over towards the match, Alex trips Monk up and without missing a beat he locks Monk into the cross-arm-bar

Adams: AJ LOCK! AJ LOCK! AJJJJJJJJJJJJJJJ LOCK!!!

Simone: Would you stop screaming into my ear?

Monk has nowhere to go and he does his best to hold on for as long as he can, but he eventually taps out and Jacob calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Your winners of this match... Aleeeeeeeex and Johannnnnnnnaaaaaa... WOLFSLAIR...

Jacob quickly give the mixed tag team championships back to Alex and Johanna who raise each other's arms in victory. Wolfslair celebrate their win as Song slides into the ring to check on Monk.

The cameras cut the backstage area of the Golden Ring Casino as Char Kwan is seen walking through the halls. She waves at a few stage hands as Pussy Willow is all smiles when they lock eyes together. Pussy grabs a microphone off the table next to her and runs over towards the Japanese Sensation.

Pussy: Oh my god, what are you doing here Char?

Char holds up her hand while trying to tell Pussy to stand six feet away.

Char: I was invited by Cheryl Hastings.

Pussy looks confused as Cheryl Hastings appears in the hallway.

Cheryl: You made it.

Char nods her head.

Cheryl: Follow me Char

Char waves at Pussy as she follows Cheryl away.

The camera cuts backstage to where Ben and Evie Jordan stand, Ben trying to hold something towards Evie's mouth.

Ben: Would you just stay still for five minutes?

Evie pushes Ben's hand away from her face, showing a bleeding lip after her altercation with Kate Steele.

Evie: I'm fine!

Ben shook his head at the anger in her voice.

Ben: You're not fine, your mouth is whizzing out blood and you got a match coming up in a bit. Let me sort it out.

Evie: Ben...

Ben pushes a cloth on to Evie's lower lip and shakes his head.

Ben: Babe, you know as well as I do going out there angry and bleeding is not the way to end up coming back here as a Blast From The Past winner. Need to get that anger out your head and as for the cut, Kate's a whacko, you saw those stupid tweets last night, she sees you're cut before you get out there, she's gonna keep on aiming for it, you'll gonna end up with botox lips.

Evie tries to talk but Ben keeps the cloth on her lip.

Ben: You'll have bigger fish lips than Fenris. You don't want bigger fish lips than Fenris.

Evie rolls her eyes at her husband.

Ben: Focus babe, you don't wanna go in to everything clouded. You've worked hard to get here, you've gone through the wars to get here. Now's not the time to lose that focus. You've earned the right to be in the final.

Evie's face softened as she looked at Ben.

Ben: I'm proud of ya and I know next time I see ya, you'll be the first ever two time Blast From The Past winner.

Evie smiles but her face winces as Ben pulls away the cloth at her lip, seeing the bleeding has stopped.

Ben: Now go get ready to kick some arse you gorgeous lady, you.

Evie: Thanks babe.

Evie pulls Ben in for a quick hug before turning away as the camera cuts elsewhere.

Liam: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is for the GRIME World Nightmare Championship, and has been declared a Lockbox Challenge! Iiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first,the challenger, she is known as... Crimson!!!

No music plays, but Crimson comes marching out to the stage. She stands at attention and salutes the crowd of SCW, SCU, and GRIME members before rushing down the ramp and sliding in under the bottom ropes. The crowd cheers her as she goes to each of the six corners, standing up on them and saluting the crowd, until the sixth corner, where she gives a one finger salute and then holds onto her chest, laughing. The crowd boos her now and she waves them off before settling into the corner, looking up at the box above her head, and then to the other five around the ring. Her eyes rest on the ring of keys hanging down about eight feet from the mat and she rubs her hands together.

The lights go down as the whirring sounds begin to rise. The drums kick in and red lights pulse to them. They get louder as the fourth set kicks in and the curtains flip to the side. Angel of Filth comes crawling through them with her black wings fluttering behind her, covered in a black substance.

Liam: On her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, NV, she is "The Seraph of Sleaze"... Angel of Filth!!!

Her eyes glow white as the lights switch between black and red. She glares down at the ring as she rises to her feet, throwing her wings out to the side as they amast. She waves them slowly as she prances down the ramp to the beat of the music. She stops half way and looks from side to side. She has a sickening smile on her face as black oozes from her mouth and she laughs. She enters the ring and climbs up the first of six turnbuckles. She throws her wings out as the fans boo her. She then drops down and goes to the other corner, doing the same. Once at the far end of the ring, she sheds her wings and kicks them to the outside as she rubs her hands together. She puts her eyes on the four foot ladder outside of the ring and her leg practically kicks in anticipation as the referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Liam: Filth immediately slides outside of the ring and she grabs the ladder, but Crimson comes right out of the gate with a Suicide Dive on top of her! They crash to the floor of the Golden Ring Casino.

Erik: Crimson is first to get to her feet and she drags the ladder back with her. She slides it inside of the ring and she goes to slide in after it, but Filth grabs onto her leg and yanks her to the ground. She picks up her other leg and spins.

Liam: One spin, two spin, and the third goes right into the ring steps with a loud thud. Filth dusts her hands off and slides inside of the ring. She grabs the ladder and sets it up. It's not your typical 8 foot ladder, so after a few steps, she's up there.

Erik: The ladder wiggles a bit as Filth tries to steady herself on top of it. She grabs the keys and pulls them down! Now she just has to find her title hiding inside one of those boxes...

Liam: I wonder what's in the other boxes. So does Filth as she climbs up under one of the boxes. She reaches up the pole, but she can't quite reach. She climbs the pole and sticks the key into the hole. The lock doesn't want to budge.

Erik: After a few times of trying, it comes undone, and the door flies open with... a pig in a brown wig? Who put that there? Was that Shooter Reed? It looks like the shirt on the pig has a giant "DB" emblem. Ohhhhhh-ho-ho-ho...

Liam: Filth sees a bag attached to it's leg and so she chases after the pig, trying to get the bag from it's hind leg. The crowd is laughing as Filth slips and slides in the grease tracks the pig is leaving behind it.

Erik: Filth grabs hold of the pig, and it slips out from under her, but she detaches the bag from it's leg as the pig runs out of the ring and up the ramp, continuing to squeal. Filth holds the bag up victoriously. However, Crimson comes in and clobbers her with the ladder.

Liam: Crimson picks up the bag and opens it up to look inside. She then dumps it over the mat to reveal broken pieces of beer bottles. She lifts Filth off of the mat and then sends her into the ropes. As Filth comes back, Crimson nails a Drop Toe Hold onto the glass.

Erik: The crowd is electric after that one. Crimson waits for the right moment and then she drops Filth down onto the glass with a DDT. With Filth out, Crimson looks to the open box and she climbs up to grab the keys. She looks around to the boxes and decides where to go next.

Liam: She climbs up the turnbuckle and she looks upward. Jumping, she is able to grab onto the sides of the box and she wraps her legs around the pole to steady herself. She inserts the key and carefully listens inside. Smart move.

Erik: Crimson is clearly a ring veteran with great instinct. She waits just a second before she opens it up. A bunch of pellets fall down to the ground. Crimson literally scratches her head as she stares down at them. She picks one up and plays with it for a second before hiding them in her jacket pocket.

Liam: She takes the keys and goes over to another box and she immediately hears something that turns her away. She moves along to the next and climbs up it, but Filth is back on her feet and she Leapfrogs off of Crimson's back. She comes off the ropes and nails a Monkey Flip.

Erik: She picks up the keys and rushes up to the other box Crimson didn't want to open. She scales the pole quickly and unlocks the box, swinging to the side as a cascade of fake blood pours out all over Crimson, making her fully... well... Crimson. Filth looks for the belt, but doesn't see it.

Liam: She moves along to the next box and does the same thing, climbing up it quickly. However, having caught some of the blood, she slips a little bit, making the pole look like the third week of a low rent stripclub when the dancers have all synced. I don't know that from experience though.

Erik: Ohhhh, I do. Filth is able to get the key into the box, and she goes to unlock it, but Crimson waves her arms around, asking her not to. Filth flicks her tongue out and she does so anyway, unleashing what looks like a... bomb?

Liam: Holy fuck, it's gonna blow! Filth kicks it over toward Crimson, but Crimson kicks it right back to Filth as it's at two seconds. Filth dives for cover, but we're all fuuuuuuu... Glitter Bomb! You crazy GRIME assholes! Black glitter rains down over the ring, and even out into the crowd. Filth's eyes are covered!

Erik: She's blind! Crimson nails Filth with a Yakuza Kick. As Filth falls down, holding her stomach now, Crimson comes off the ropes with a sickening Shining Wizard! Crimson looks to the other box. She goes to open it when the other box starts shaking. She looks over to it for a second before going over to it.

Liam: Covered in blood, she is struggling to scale the pole As she finally gets up there, she reaches to the front to unlock it. Rolling out and onto the mat is... "Shorty" Devin Tyler? In a rubber gimp suit, with a bag on his back. He tries to talk, but the ball gag doesn't really allow him to.

Erik: Crimson grabs the bag and opens it up. She dumps it out to show off a double ended... male substitute... handcuffs, whips, chains, and a deflated inflatable doll? That must have been a freak who put this box together.

Liam: I'm just getting news from the backstage area that your house has been broken into, Erik. The only things reported missing were from a hidden cellar behind a bookcase in your basement. The police are here to speak to you about what they saw in there...

Erik: Hey! Crimson has Filth now, and she's trying to handcuff her to the ropes, but Filth sprays her in the eyes with her poison mist! She picks Crimson up and grabs her by the chin from under the mask. She gets in her face and shouts at her. She does so for a few seconds until Crimson reaches into her jacket.

Liam: She pulls out two of those pellets and she pops them under her mask. Within seconds, she sprays Filth right back in the face! She grabs the double wide surprise and slaps Filth across the face with it! She then cuffs her to the ropes.

Erik: Crimson rushes over to the last unopened box and she lifts the ladder up. She gets it just right and takes her time walking up it, with the crimson mess falling off of her. She holds onto the box and then she pushes the key inside. Filth comes as close as she can to her.

Liam: Filth grabs Shorty and shoves him into the ladder, taking it out from under Crimson! But Crimson is holding onto the box. Her fingers are slipping as she turns the lock. The door opens just as Crimson is falling, and Filth screams in agony as the World Nightmare Championship falls into Crimson's lap!

DING DING DING!

Liam: Here is your winner and NEW GRIME World Nightmare Champion...

Before Liam can finish, Crimson slides out of the ring and pulls the microphone away from Liam, shaking her head.

Crimson: No! This has to be done right.

Turning to slide back into the ring, Crimson shakes her head as she stares around the ring. She looks at Liam and motions him to come into the ring.

Crimson: We have to give the right name to the new GRIME Nightmare champion. A champion is not a color...there has always been a name associated with titles and this title...MY TITLE will have MY NAME on it...

Crimson holds up her title belt on her shoulder as her other hand reaches up for the mask that is covering her face. Leaning forward and teasingly slow, she pulls off the mask before flipping her head back to reveal Vixen Staggs, her lips rimmed with the remnants of the poisoned mist making the smile she has on her face that more dangerous.

Vixen Staggs: Now Liam, you can announce the NEW GRIME World Nightmare champion.

Vixen slams the microphone into the chest of Liam who brings it to his lips as she makes her way to where Filth can be seen kicking and screaming at her. Vixen holds up the title in front of Filth's face then backing away slowly, she makes her way to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle to display the belt as The Jokes on you by Charlotte Lawrence begins to play.

Liam: Here is your winner and NEW GRIME World Nightmare Champion...VIXEN STAGGS!

---

Just before the Roulette Championship match, the feed cuts backstage to where "Stoner" Scott Oliver is standing by, but not with an actual SCW superstar or bombshell. The backstage reporter stands alone with a blank flat screen over his left shoulder, clearly having missed his cue for being live. After a lingering pause he seems to snap out of it and raises his clearly useless microphone up to his face.

Stoner: Griffin Hawkins is about to defend his Roulette Championship in an attempt to continue his already record breaking reign over the Roulette division.

He pauses awkwardly, having hit a mental pothole. Stoner gives an awkward glance at the screen behind him before the thought comes back to him.

Stoner: ....so I with everyone else giving their takes on what will happen tonight, I thought why not reach out to the guy who held all those records that got broken.

The screen behind him flickers to life. A spinning circle appears in the middle of the otherwise black screen, and Stoner appears to panic a little thinking the interview may be blown before he could even get it started. However, just as he appears defeated the picture pops up on the screen with SCW Grand Slam Champion Kristopher Ryans in the center of the frame.

Stoner: Kris! It's been a while!

The area around Kris looks small, and wasn't particularly well lit, strange considering his usual focus on production value.

Kris: Too long. I was pretty sure that you guys had forgotten about me and moved on already.

Stoner shakes his head, and laughs the idea off.

Stoner: You're just not an easy guy to get in touch with...

Kris fires back almost immediately, but keeps his light and friendly tone while doing so.

Kris: It is almost like I do that on purpose....

Stoner looks taken aback by the comment but Kris does not let it linger.

Kris: It got passed along to me that you might have something interesting to talk to me about, so I said I would give it a shot. At least it is you and not one of the other backstage airheads. Although, you're looking real spacey and I can practically smell the probable cause on you via TV screen, so you're not setting the bar real high right now.

Stoner indulges the jab, even though he knows he should leave it alone. He grabs at his jacket and lifts it up to smell it before shaking his head.

Stoner: That's not possible.

Kris seems to disagree though.

Kris: You'd be surprised. You're looking real potent.

Having dealt with Kris for a long time, Stoner does not allow the insult to get him further off topic. It was just part of dealing with him. He pushes ahead.

Stoner: Well as someone that was dominant in the Roulette Division for so long, I was wondering what you thought about Griffin Hawkins managing to break all the records. I mean it is something like 300 days between his reigns combined. You have to be impressed right?

The former champion does not even try to hide his feelings about Griffin's accomplishment.

Kris: Griffin Hawkins is an amazing competitor. I mean I have gotten to watch him basically since I started. He competed against the people that helped to train me. He is good friends with my wife Heather. I was one of the people that went hard on convincing him to come to SCW the first time.

It was a lot of praise coming from a person that usually reserved his positive notes only for himself.

Kris: Would I have liked to see my records stand a little longer, sure. Did I think they would ever be beaten? Nah. But I am glad that if it had to be done it was by someone like Griffin.

Stoner latches onto something in the middle of Kris' answer, and directs the interview in that direction instead of focusing on the champion.

Stoner: Why did you think they were unbreakable?

It triggers a laugh from Kris in response, which was not what Stoner had anticipated.

Kris: The Roulette Championship is wild. You never know what you are walking into until you are on your way to the ring. Your opponents are typically newer people that are harder to scout, or just the most violent of the people that have been in SCW a long time. The smart ones move on to bigger things.

Stoner knows better than to become complacent letting Kris talk, so pushes him a little further before he can attempt to derail the conversation.

Stoner: Well you moved on and became a Grand Slam Champion, but still came back around for a second reign with the Roulette Championship. Does that mean you aren't one of the smart ones?

Kris shakes his head and holds his hands up in front of his chest in innocence.

Kris: Nope, and I don't claim to be. Look, Joshua Acquin and I destroyed the whole backstage area using each other as wrecking balls. Steve Ramone tried to fight me with his junk all mangled. I fought a vampire in a capture the flag match. Nearly died in two Ultimate X matches. Crimson put me through the windshield of a car, not to mention the time he beat the hell out of me to take the title away from me the first time. You have to be an idiot to stay in this division. You have to be on top of your game to stay on top of it for as long as I did... for as long as Griffin has. You have to respect that.

Stoner sees it as an opportunity to circle around to Kris' earlier self-deprecation.

Stoner: You say people should respect that, but also thought that everyone here forgot about you and moved on already. Was that just a joke, or is that how you really feel?

The smile disappears from Kris' face and he sits back on whatever he is seated on. He looks away from the camera and around the small space that he is in, trying to work his way through how to respond to the question.

Kris: I guess it's my fault for not popping up to remind people enough....

He pauses for a second, but just as Stoner is about to respond to him Kris holds up his hand to stop him.

Kris: Hold on, just give me a second here.

Kris turns off camera, and the sounds of a door opening can be heard. Stoner stares at the screen next to him, not wanting to waste time with dead air while Kris disappeared. The camera filming Stoner widens a little to show an open door opposite the screen the Stoner is nervously waiting in front of. Standing in the doorway, live and in person was Kris Ryans.

Kris: Sometimes you just have to pop up.

Stoner does not look away from the screen, hearing but not seeing Kris

Stoner: Kris! You have to come back to the camera. We can't see you.

The Grand Slam Champion shakes his head without responding to the interviewer, and offers a wink to the camera before heading off the opposite direction. The camera cuts back to Stoner looking confused at the television screen, still waiting for Kris as the feed fades out.

---

Mikah is seen once again in the hallway, doing nothing of importance but looking at her phone. She looks up when she hears a bunch of noise coming from her left. She sees nothing out of the ordinary so she goes back to looking at her phone.

Out of nowhere, a person wearing an Easter Bunny costume is dashing down the hallway in Mikah's direction.

The Easter Despy: HEEELLLLP!

The Easter Bunny dashes past the Blonde Hall of Famer and it takes Mikah a moment to realize that it was Despy.

Mikah: Desp-

She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence as Fenris was running past her as well, very clearly chasing Despy. Mikah sighs and locks her phone.

Mikah: Seriously?

She then removes her stiletto heels and grabs them before running after the two.

---

The cameras switch to backstage to show Jack Russow and Roulette Champion Griffin Hawkins standing beside the infamous roulette wheel. This time Pussy Willows is backstage to help the boys with this evening's proceedings.

Pussy: Okay boys, whose it going to be?

Griffin looks down at his championship title that over his right shoulder before he glances over towards Jack.

Griffin: I'll let the challenger do the bidding.

Jack just rolls his eyes before he steps up and gives the roulette wheel a spin. The wheel skips along the pegs circling round and round.

Adams: I think that's the hardest the wheel has even been spun Belinda. I can't keep up.

Simone: That's probably because you need glasses.

Adams: HEY... I can see just fine.

The wheel comes to a dramatic stop and the camera pans in to see what match it has landed on.

Pussy: A parking lot brawl.

Adams: Oh no this can't be good.

Griffin just smiles, while Jack rubs his hands together in anticipation.

Griffin: Let's take this outside, shall we?

Jack: Good luck out there champ, you're going to need it.

With that said and done the cameras shoot back to ringside.

---

Justin: The following match is a parking lot brawl... and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship.

The cameras go outside as the next match is about to take place outside in the parking lot. An assortment of beat up cars are parked in a circle as dumpsters and weapons are spread out across the parking lot for Griffin and Jack to use. Drew is on site as he waits for both men to make their entrance.

Justin: Making his way to the parking lot first... weighing in at 205 pounds, from Brooklyn, New York.... Jack Russow

"All I Want" from A Day to Remember blares as the young man walks through and kneels whispering to himself as he kisses the inside of his wrist. Then he grabs his hood and flips it up. He makes his way through the circle of cars and stands beside Drew waiting for this one to kick off.

Justin: And his opponent... making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!

"Made In Hell" by Rob Halford blasts over the PA system and out walks Griffin Hawkins with his Roulette Championship proudly around his waist. He walks into the center of the circle of cars, before handing over his title to Drew.

Adams: I hope Daniel doesn't have an expensive car out there, because it's about to get banged up.

Simone: Let's just pray these two don't get out of hand with what they are planning to do to each other here tonight.

Drew calls for the bell and this one kicks off.

DING DING DING!

Adams: Anything goes out there tonight Belinda.

As soon as the bell sounds and Drew give the go ahead, Jack rushes towards Griffin slogging him straight to the side of the face with his fists, however the cameras pan in to see her had knuckle busters on in anticipation of hoping the knock the champion out. Griff is slammed into one of the nearby cars, but he isn't knocked out as he rebounds and comes back crashing in with a thunderous clothesline.

Adams: Jack head just bounced off the pavement, like a bouncy ball.

Simone: Griff is already busted open near the temple and this match has only just started.

Griffin reaches down and pulls Jack back up to his feet, before he drives Jack face first into the closest car. Jack stumbles backwards but Griff drags him over to another car and he bounces his head off the hood of the car. The car alarm is triggered, and it starts to beep away.

Adams: Well that's going to get annoying.

As Jack is hunched over the bonnet of the car, Griffin starts to kick away at the back of his knees buckling Jack done until her falls to the pavement. Griffin looks around looking for something to use against Jack giving the challenger a little breathing time. As Griffin finds a torch laying around the car park, he comes flying back in looking to knock Jack's lights out, but Jack comes back swinging with some closed fist body shots. Rocking the champion as he drops the torch.

Simone: That was close for Jack.

Jack now takes control as he drags Griffin over the red car, slamming his face down on the hood with everything he's got. Griffin slides off the hood and Jack is straight on the attack and he hammers into his back with swift unforgiving kicks. Griffin quickly rolls out of the way trying to save himself from more, but Jack just drags him up to his feet and with an almighty shove he sends Griffin flying onto the hood of a car. Jack follows him up there, dragging Griffin up to his feet.

Simone: Jack is looking for a powerbomb

Adams: Not the windshield.

The two are locked up as they exchange a fury of left and right punches, none of them wanting to be the one to be slammed on the car. Griffin overpowers Jack and he scoops him up before he drives him down with a powerbomb on the top of the car. Jack yells out in pain as Griff takes a moment to collect himself. The camera pans in to the see the dint in the car that Jack's body has left, as Griffin slides off the hood and comes firing back in with left and rights to Jack's face as he tries to cover up.

Simone: We knew this wasn't going to be a friendly fight.

Adams: It can't be. Not when the Roulette Championship is on the line.

Griffin walks around going back to big torch that he had in his hands before, trying to wipe the blood from his eyes as he does so before he comes rushing back towards Jack. Jack slides off the car and he hurdles his foot in Griffin's direction dropping the champion with a big boot. Griffin drops the torch again. Jack this time lifts Griffin up to his feet but Griffin give him and almighty shove, slamming him spine first into a car. Griffin rushes towards Jack looking to knock his block off, but Jack counters and lifts Griffin up introducing his face into the bonnet of the car.

Adams: Griffin is lucky to have teeth left in his head after that.

Simone: Smart move by Jack that gives him time to regroup.

Both men sway as they rush towards one another not giving each other a second longer to regroup. Griffin brings Jack to a knee with a kick to the midsection but Jack spears him into the closest car. Jack then quickly lifts Griffin up before back slapping him onto the hood of a car. As Griffin winces in pain he wiggles up the car and rests his back on the glass windshield. Jack see an opportunity and he takes it.

Simone: He can't be serious.

Adams: Get out of the way Griff.

Jack rushes towards Griffin he leaps up and he drives his shoulder into his midsection, but he sends himself and Griffin through the glass windshield. Shards of glass now cut both open. Griffin slides off the car, and Jack is in high pursuit as he opens the car door before, he slams it back on to Griffin over and repeatedly.

Simone: This turning ugly.

Adams: Griffin is being pancaked.

Jack lines up with his boot looking to add a little extra force behind his attack but Griffin manages to roll out of the way just in time.

Simone: This hard to watch.

Adams: WATCH OUT.

Griffin rolls up to his feet and he swiftly kicks Jack in the guts before he grabs onto the back of Jack's head driving into the window of the car. The window pops glass shatters and Jack's face is busted wide open. Both men are down, and Drew is madly checking on them both. Griffin makes his way over towards Jack looking to cover him for the win, but Jack kicks him away. They both stagger to their feet and Griffin looks to introduce Jack's face into the rear window, but Jack slams his foot into the side of the car stopping it. He switches it up and in turn drives Griffin's head into the window. It bounces off at first so Jack hits him again this time the window bust and now Griffin is covered in shards of glass. Jack crawls over and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Griffin gets the shoulder up off the cement saving his Roulette Championship reign. Jack is beside himself, but he quickly gets back to his feet. He drags Griffin up to his and drags him along with him. He scoops him up and slams him spine first on to of a green car, as Griffin is laid out. Jack gets up onto the hood of the car, he scoops Griffin up and he plants him face down onto the roof of the car with a spike DDT. Griffin's head bounces off the roof of the car before he slides down the unbroken windshield. Jack scoops him up looking for a powerslam but, Griffin wiggles free before he scoops Jack up and dumps him down on to the car. The glass pops and Jack winces in pain as his back is wedged in the glass windscreen. He scrapes himself free opening his back up.

Adams: That's going to hurt in the shower later.

Simone: What a mess.

Griffin slides off the car, and he drags Jack down to the ground. Covering him looking for the win.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Jack manages to kick out and Griffin is beside himself.

Adams: What on earth?

Simone: Jack must have done that by pure instinct alone.

Griffin gets back up and he drags Jack up with him, he goes to launch his face off a hood of a car, but Jack gets a foot up and blocks it. Jack switches things up as he slams Griffin's head off the hood of the car. As Griffin slides down the floor, Jack opens the busted bonnet and before Griffin can get his hand out of the way Jack brings it down onto his hand. Griffin growls out in pain, Jack doesn't give him a moment to recover her just tosses him onto the car, scoops him up and plummets him down with a nasty looking impact slam. Jack hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner AND NEW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION.... JACCCCCCCKKKKKKKK RUSSSSSSOWWWW

The championship belt is handed to Jack who celebrate his win by just starting at the roulette championship as his theme plays in the background.

Simone: We have a new champion. Jack Russow has ended the three hundred day plus reign of Griffin Hawkins

Adams: But at what cost? Both men are severally busted and bruised.

---

Following the Roulette Championship match, Griffin walks through the backstage curtain and into the staging area following a brutal matchup. As he turns a corner heading towards the back, he comes across Kris Ryans sitting on top of some equipment with a condescending smile on his face. Kris extends his arm out to Griffin holding his thumb and index fingers close together.

Kris: Missed it by that much, eh?

Griffin does not respond to Kris' taunting, and doesn't even bother to break stride to address him. It doesn't stop Kris from running his mouth though.

Kris: I guess you can't win all of them, right?

Griffin continues walking, turning another corner and disappearing from Kris' field of view. The camera pans back over to Kris who is clearly entertaining himself, if not anyone else.

Kris: People around here used to be a lot more hospitable.

He hops down off of the equipment and brushes himself off.

Kris: Whelp, places to go, and people to do. This was fun.

He points back and forth between himself and the camera as if the people watching at home were standing right there in the hallway with him.

Kris: We should do this more often. I like it better when you're all actually in the building though.

He turns his back to the camera and heads off in the same direction as Griffin had gone. He gives a wave to the camera from over his shoulder as he walks away.

Kris: Stay safe out there!

---

The camera moves backstage to a private area in the casino, a place for only casino employees. Charlotte Elliot stands with boxing mitts on and Mackenzie Page barks out instructions to someone.

Mackenzie: See her face on the mitts and hit.

A combo of three punches hit the mitts as the camera moves around to show Dani Weston throwing the punches.

Charlotte: Remember what she did to Odette.

Dani throws three more punches, a look of determination on her face.

Mackenzie: Send that fat fuck packing back to where ever backwards town she came from with a broken face.

Dani throws a big hook at the mitt.

Mackenzie: She is not gonna beat you. She will never beat you. You're gonna get out there and fuck her up. Remember she robbed months of your career. You should have been thought about for that main event.

Dani throws another two jabs before hitting a big punch.

Mackenzie: That's in. Remember it all and beat that bitch till she can't stand. I know you can do it, you know you can do it. Send her out of this place on her arse and crying out of the company. Put her on the shelf like she did with you.

Dani nods her head as Charlotte lowers the mitts, dropping them to the floor.

Charlotte: You got this Dans.

Both Charlotte and Mackenzie put their hands on Dani's shoulder.

Adams: I've never seen Dani look so determined.

Simone: And she is up next!

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Simone: The rivalry between Bobbie Dahl and Dani Weston has been raging over the past two months and coming up next, we'll either see a decisive ending or yet another chapter to the rivalry as both Bombshells fight in a Last Bombshell Standing Match!

Adams: The only rule is they have to beat the crap out of each other until one can't answer the ten count! This is going to be brutal!

Simone: Better put the kids to bed for this one folks, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is a Last Bombshell Standing match where the only way to win is for one Bombshell to fail to get up by the count of ten, scheduled for one fall!

What makes your beautiful, by One Direction slams over the personal address system and without any delay, the black curtains part and out runs Dani Weston. She makes her way to the center of the stage to wave towards the fans, before she starts to walk down the runway. Stopping to high five the fans along the way.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Daytona Beach, Florida... Daniiiiiiii.........

Justin never even gets a chance to finish his introduction as Dani is whacked over the head with a chair by a fan in the crowd, the camera pans up and sure enough it's Bobbie Dahl and Jasmine immediately calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: I think that's a new record for time before an entrance was interrupted.

Adams: I was about to go get a drink as well!

Jasmine leaves the ring to check on Dani as Bobbie measures her up for another chair shot practically begging Dani to get back up to her feet as she does, Dani eventually gets back to her feet beating Jasmine's ten count at the count of seven and Bobbie swings again, fortunately for Dani she sees it coming and ducks under the chair shot before leaping on the barricade and hitting Bobbie with a Moonsault Press!

Simone: Bobbie tried to get the early advantage, but Dani used her speed to turn things around.

Adams: Let's be honest, this match is about as David vs. Goliath as it gets.

Dani picks up the chair that Bobbie nearly took her head off with and this time it's Dani that's waiting for Bobbie to get back to her feet, once Bobbie is back on her feet Dani throws the chair at Bobbie's face only for Bobbie to catch it and get it Superkicked into her face busting Bobbie wide open in the process! Bobbie seems to be out like a light and Dani rolls into the ring to let Jasmine apply her ten count to Bobbie.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

And Bobbie is back on her feet, seeing this Dani charges at the ropes and dives through them for a Suicide Dive but Dani gets a taste of her own medicine as she dives face first into the chair courtesy of Bobbie.

Simone: Dani tried to take flight but thanks to Bobbie all she got was a crash landing courtesy of Bobbie!

Adams: And now both women are bleeding from the forehead! This has gotten ugly in a hurry!

Jasmine starts her ten count but Bobbie seems to doubt that her chair shot was enough to knock out Dani as she goes to another side of the ring to search under it, she grabs a table from under it and starts setting it up in such a way that it is balanced between the barricade and the ring apron, after making sure that it is secure Bobbie turns around,.......just in time for Dani to dive in between the turnbuckles and hit her with a Tornado DDT!

Simone: Bobbie seemed to doubt as to whether that shot would be enough to keep Dani down and she was right to do so.

Adams: No kidding! Dani was up by the count of five even after being busted open by Bobbie!!

Dani doesn't bother going for a cover due to the rules of the match and she spots the table that Bobbie has set up but decides to ignore it knowing that there's no way she'll be able to pick up Bobbie to put her trough the table, instead she heads up to the top turnbuckle and waits for Bobbie to get back to her feet, once Bobbie beats the Jasmine's ten count at seven Dani leaps off the top turnbuckle and goes for a Hurricanrana, unfortunately for Dani Bobbie catches her and Powerbombs her straight through the table!

Simone: OH MY GOD! Bobbie just broke Dani in half!

Adams: I don't know what's in worse shape, the table or Dani!

Bobbie seems to think that she has the match well in hand as she places her foot upon Dani's chest as Jasmine starts the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

And Dani shoves Bobbie's foot away as she fights her way back to her feet! Bobbie off course isn't having this as she tries to slow Dani down with clubbing blows to the back but all that does is make Dani that much for determined as she sucker punches Bobbie in the jaw as she finally gets back to her feet! Bobbie tries to retaliate with a running lariat but Dani ducks under it and leaps on her back for a Sleeper Hold attempt.

Simone: I know Jasmine never got a chance to explain the rules to Dani and Bobbie, but Dani does know that submissions won't give her the win in this match, right?

Adams: Maybe but this will slow Bobbie down considerably.

Jasmine tries to explain the fact that submissions don't count in this type of match but Dani isn't listening as she keeps the hold locked in tight on Bobbie, her tactic seems to work as well as Bobbie drops down to one knee as she starts to fade from the submission hold and Jasmine doesn't seem to know what to do due to the same rules that she just tried to explain to Dani, however Jasmine gets her answer as Bobbie gets back to her feet and runs backwards into the turnbuckle trying to break Dani's hold.

Simone: Dani's idea seemed good on paper, but Bobbie doesn't seem to have slowed down at all!

Adams: You say that, but Dani is refusing to let go off that sleeper hold!

Indeed Dani is refusing to let go of the hold no matter how many times she gets slammed back first against the turnbuckle, Bobbie seems to realize that this isn't working as well as Bobbie instead charges backwards towards a gap in the barricade where there are no fans and she slams Dani into it with enough force to break the barricade and send both women through it! This has done the trick as Dani has let go off the hold but, in the process, it has knocked out both Bobbie and Dani.

Simone: Destroying each other wasn't enough for them, now Bobbie and Dani are destroying the arena.

Adams: It's a good thing that this arena is owned by SCW's own Daniel J Morgan then!

Jasmine wastes no time in checking on both Dani and Bobbie before she starts counting out both women.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Bobbie gets back to her feet first but does so slowly having to use the barricade to steady herself.

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

And Dani gets back to her feet as well!

Simone: How are these women still in this match?!

Adams: I don't know! I thought for sure that Dani was out cold as she went through the barricade before Bobbie!

Bobbie says nothing but the look on her face says it all as it clearly reads "what the hell do I have to do to win this match?!" before she gets another idea, Bobbie grabs Dani by the hair and starts dragging her to where the chair was left earlier in the match where she levels her with a clothesline before picking up the chair, Bobbie then wraps the chair around Dani's head and picks her up before pointing to the turnbuckle.

Simone: Oh no, no, no, this could kill Dani!

Adams: And the sad thing is, this might be what it takes to keep Dani down!

Bobbie goes to ram Dani headfirst into the turnbuckle, but Dani gets her feet up before kicking off and sending Bobbie into the barricade! Dani removes the chair from her head and starts heading up the ramp to regroup as Bobbie recovers, Bobbie quickly gives chase and Dani meets her with a dropkick to the face that stuns her long enough for Dani to drag her to the top of the ramp but whatever move she had in mind gets cut off with a high knee to the midsection from Bobbie who then goes to Powerbomb her off the stage!

Simone: Oh my god, I can't watch!

Adams: If this doesn't keep Dani down then I dread to think of what Bobbie will have to do to keep her down!

Bobbie goes for the Powerbomb but Dani fires off some punches at her face before hitting her with a hurricanrana that sends both Bombshells off the stage! Jasmine immediately starts the count as the camera pans down to the wreckage below.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Neither Bobbie nor Dani are moving!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Adams: Is this going to be a draw?

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, neither Bobbie Dahl nor Dani Weston have answered the ten count, therefore, this match is a draw!

Simone: I can't believe it! Even after all that, we still don't have a decisive winner!

Adams: I'd hate to imagine what would happen in their inevitable rematch!

EMTS rush down to tend to both Bobbie and Dani whilst Jasmine watches on.

---

Backstage, "Hot Stuff" Mark ward sets foot outside of his and Christian's makeshift business office with a Starbucks coffee in hand. he takes a sip when an Easter Bunny races down the hall past him ....

The Easter Despy: HELP! BUNNY HATER IS AFTER ME!

Then Mark watches as Fenris chases after him!

Fenris: GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE....!

And Mikah is right after Fenris!

Mikah: You leave him alone you miserable...!

And once all three vanish around the corner, only then does Mark look down at the coffee in his hand.

Hot Stuff: What the hell did that wally Christian PUT in this!?

And he chucks it into the waste and turns and walks back into the office!

---

The camera goes backstage to where J2H is seen standing minutes before his match but Scott Oliver approaches.

Stoner: Like J2H dude! It's been forever!

J2H: Well Stoner, it's like the real you is here, not the you that seems normal in Bill Barnhart segs

Stoner: Ya! It's like he either catches me before the smokey smokey time, or he just doesn't read my bio on the site or something.

J2H: What do you want anyway?

Stoner: We'll I think my job is to ask questions, I seem to do that normally with some people, but like uh, you get me, so I dunno.

J2H: Did you hear about the new social distancing rules?

Stoner: Ummmm no.

J2H: It's not six feet away anymore, it sixty feet, so you need to be going.

Stoner: But wrestlers are not sixty feet away from each other in the ring.

J2H: That's cause there's a magical force field around the ring stopping the bad stuff getting in. Go on, you better get sixty feet away from people before you get in trouble.

Stoner: Will do! Thanks for letting me know about the new rules!

Stoner wanders off and J2H looks in to the camera with a smirk.

J2H: Idiot.

J2H looks down the camera.

J2H: Time's up JT.

J2H smirks and walks off camera to wait for the entrances to start.

---

Justin: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

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

Justin: Originally hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana, yet now

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

Simone: Five years! That is how long it's been since JT Midas has set foot inside of an SCW ring to compete!

Adams: And he actually wants to compete against J2H?

Simone: Well along with Caleb Houston, JT Midas is a former World Tag Team Champion. Many people forget that.

Adams: That described their reign perfectly.

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage.

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

J2H looks around the crowd of wrestlers and SCU staff 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, cockiness dripping from the young man. He turns to his opponent, looking him up and down before the match starts.

Adams: There he is! The number one man in SCW history!

Simone: Like that kid needs more reasons to be arrogant.

Adams: He's come a long way since he first debuted...

Simone: Where he lost a match to a teddy bear.

J2H points at JT Midas with a smile, and Midas steps up and the two young men get right in each others' faces before the bell can even sound! Jacob Summers tries to insert himself between the two hostile Superstars but they are trading some very vicious insults and neither backs down! Suddenly Midas shoves J2H back a number of steps -- but J2H answers back by BITCH SLAPPING the taste right out of Midas's mouth!

Adams: HOLY...!

But Midas answers back and socks J2H with a fist right to the mush and the fight is on! Jacob has no other alternative BUT to call for the bell!

DING DING DING!

JT Midas and J2H tear away at each other, trading lefts and rights! Both men have their arms wrapped around the other and collapse to the mat, rolling around on the ground and swinging clubbing blows into the others' body!

Simone: And this is what happens when a former friendship goes sour!

Adams: We get a kick ass match?

Simone: Exactly-- NO!

The two men roll into the ropes and they end up tumbling through between the bottom and middle ropes and collapse to the ringside floor! The SCU staff and stars are all over this heated exchange as J2H uses the apron to return to his feet, and JT Midas uses the barricade surrounding the ring! JT Midas takes the advantage of the exchange and buries a knee into J2H's stomach as the record setting former champion makes a move for him, doubling him over and then knocks him back a few steps with a European uppercut! JT Midas sets him up for an Irish whip into the ring steps but J2H reverses it and he instead sends Midas crashing into the steps! J2H, despite his youth, is savvy enough to quickly grab Midas and return him to the ring, before following in after him. Midas crawls to the ropes and finds J2H's knee buried in the back of his head and neck, forcing his throat over the middle rope, choking him as Jacob warns him to break it up but J2H just grins and ignores the official as he continues to choke JT Midas out against the ropes!

Simone: J2H had better be careful! All the money and influence he wields outside of the ring won't help him if he gets himself disqualified here against his former friend.

Jacob counts against him, and typical J2H counts right along with him...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

J2H finally relents and smiles at Jacob, patting the referee on the cheek as if he were an innocent angel. J2Hls JT Midas to his feet and goes for an Irish whip but JT Midas reverses it. J2H comes off of the ropes and JT Midas swings for a hard clothesline but J2H ducks under and catches him with a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT!

Adams: Ohhh! JT Midas's head bounced right off of the canvas!

J2H rolls him over and makes a rather lazy cover.

ONE!

TWO!

JT Midas kicks out!

Adams: That wasn't like J2H to not hook the leg.

Simone: I'm not certain J2H even wanted to win the match yet.

J2H sends JT Midas into the corner and comes right in with a running high knee to the face! J2H then attempts an Irish whip into the neutral corner but JT Midas reverses it! Midas comes charging in but eats boot and as he stumbles around full circle, J2H grabs him and bends him backward over the top rope with a Tarantula submission!

Adams: He's got JT Midas all tied up!

Simone: But it puts J2H himself in a precarious position with the referee!

Jacob counts...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

J2H releases him and stands upright on the apron. He pauses in wait as Midas starts to return to his feet. J2H then uses the top rope to springboard back inside -- and JT Midas greets him mid-air with a super kick to the chops!

Adams: What a shot! Did you see that!?

Simone: Even the SCU stars gasped at that!

J2H goes down like he was shot, crumbling to the mat and Midas pounces on him with a cover, hooking both legs tightly!

ONE!

TWO!

J2H escapes the pin!

Adams: That was too close!

Simone: Cockiness aside, JT Midas knows how good J2H is and he wasted no time in going for the pin!

JT Midas stands up and he starts laying in the boots to J2H's prone form, then drops to his knees and grabs him by the hair and lands right after right, driving his fist into his skull until Jacob's count forces him to break it off! Midas then drags J2H up into the ropes, drapes his arms over the top rope and he begins to lay in the shoot strikes to his exposed ribs!

Simone: Forget the pretty boy looks JT Midas may have. The man has an excellent MMA style background!

JT Midas drives his right knee hard into his sternum, then rears back and strikes a discus clothesline that knocks J2H up and over the top, sending him tumbling to the floor backwards!

Adams: I hope Melody isn't watching the way JT Midas is treating her hubby!

Jacob tries to stop it but JT Midas shoulder checks the official and heads out, and beats J2H off the barricade. He whips J2H into the ring apron, and drives shoulders into the midsection. JT Midas then grabs him in a double under hook and throws him over onto the hard floor with a suplex! The thud is sickening as J2H arches his back in pain, his face obvious to what he's feeling!

Simone: On the floor! A suplex on the floor!

Adams: And J2H, good as he is, isn't the most beefed up man in the world!

JT Midas rolls him back into the ring and quickly follows him in. JT Midas sends J2H into the far corner and follows in with a Stinger splash, crushing the air right out of his opponent! JT Midas snapmares J2H over, then comes racing off the ropes with a sliding knee strike! Midas with another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

J2H gets a shoulder up!

JT Midas pulls J2H up to a vertical base and sends him into the corner and runs in for another splash but J2H moves and JT Midas meets steel with his forehead!

Simone: Jesus! His head just cracked the steel post!

Adams: Bel! Can we please not bring Jesus up? It's Easter!

J2H quickly takes advantage by grabbing Midas by the head, running up the turnbuckles and hitting Sliced Bread #2! J2H hooks both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out by Midas!

Simone: I thought it was over! I thought Midas knocked himself out!

J2H drags him to his feet and brings him right back down with a standing swinging neck breaker. J2H then signals and goes up top!

Adams: J2H thinks it's over! Maybe he's going for the 21st Century Splash!

Simone: No... JT Midas is back on his feet!

Midas turns around and J2H jumps for a missile dropkick -- but Midas jumps out of the way and J2H crash lands on the small of his back!

Simone: And we know that back has already suffered damage!

J2H practically falls ONTO his feet, stumbling around in pain -- and JT Midas comes up behind him and hits a Back Stabber! He rolls backwards in one fluid movement and has J2H trapped in a Dragon Sleeper!

Adams: He has him! It's over!

Jacob checks and asks J2H if he wants to submit but J2H shakes his head "no!" Midas sinks the hold in and it looks like J2H is starting to fade! Jacob takes his arm and raises it into the air to drop -- but J2H hangs on! J2H starts to fight back and slowly forces himself to first his knees, and then his feet while still trapped in the hold! He turns around and turns it to his advantage with a Northern Lights suplex and bridge!

ONE!

TWO!

Midas gets his shoulder up!

But before J2H can try to follow up, Midas has hold of him and connects with a ripcord high knee! J2H goes down and this time it is JT Midas who scales to the top of the nearest corner! Midas stands up with a smooth smile on his face and he leaps for the 450 Splash...!

Simone: It's Lit!

But J2H brings his knees up into Midas's stomach and ribs -- and immediately rolls JT Midas up into an inside cradle!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Kick out by Midas!

J2H sends him into the corner and comes in for a monkey flip, but Midas somehow counters and holds onto his legs, turning it into a bridging pin!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-J2H kicks out!

Midas takes hold of J2H, bringing him to his feet. JT Midas attempts an Irish whip into the ropes but J2H holds on and ducks into the maneuver and lands...

Adams: Kiss This!

Indeed J2H lands the Eat Defeat and Midas is down with J2H hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- J2H!

The SCUers cheer and jeer as the Number One Man In SCW History stands and Jacob raises his arm in the air! J2H pulls his hand free and stumbles to the ropes, looking into the camera and begins jawing at it while pointing back at Midas who is slowly coming to...

Simone: J2H emerges with the win in a hard fought match, but JT Midas gave him one hell of a fight!

Adams: Yeah, try getting J2H to actually admit that though!

---

The lights in the arena die down as the opening riffs of Gothic Celtic Music Shadow Wisps starts to play. The lights stay out for several seconds before dark green and white strobe lights start shining all around, and fog fills the entrance and along the ramp. Moments later , O'Malley steps through the curtain wearing a long black leather trenchoat. He is joined by lady companion, Darcy Donohue. They stand at the entrance for several moments before O'Malley takes the first step on their way to the ring, and Darcy follows closely behind.

O'Malley reaches the ring first and then holds Darcy's hand as she walks up the steel steps and into the ring. He follows behind her, stopping in the center of the ring before she goes and gets a mic, then joins him at his side, looking around the mostly empty room with a grin.

Darcy: My, my, my. How things have changed. I must admit, it's a nice change of scenery not to hear the disrespectful moaning and groaning from the fans. The silence is rather golden right now.

Darcy smiles again as she looks to O'Malley. He looks around at the empty chairs and just blinks slowly.

Darcy: But you see. That is not why we have come out here tonight. We've come out here to make...a bit of an announcement if you will. You see, it's no secret that O'Malley is being under utilized here within SCU. And, to be honest, that doesn't sit well with either of us. O'Malley has a contract, and SCU is not honoring that contract as they sit back and refuse to book him. Yet they continue to book less talented, less deserving pieces of trash! We won't stand for it!

Laughs come from the select few wrestlers and staff members seated in the chairs. Darcy glares at them and nods.

Darcy: Yes, laugh all you like. You won't be laughing when O'Malley takes it upon himself to destroy each and every one of you. Our work in SCU is not finished. Not by a long shot. And while he will continue to fight tooth and nail to get what he deserves here in SCU, he's also going to fight for what he deserves...in SCW.

Darcy smiles even wider this time as she nods and places her hand on O'Malley's shoulder.

Darcy: That's right. Earlier today, O'Malley signed a competitive contract for SCW, but he'll be fighting in both promotions. Doing what Mark Cross has been trying to do, only he'll be more successful. O'Malley will take BOTH promotions by storm and prove to be the GO Gym's brightest star.

Darcy runs her hand along O'Malley's chin as they look into each other's eyes.

Darcy: And to the SCU bosses...

She turns and looks into the camera with fiery eyes.

Darcy: Do your goddamned job and book him! Because you won't like what will happen if you don't.

Darcy then throws the mic down and O'Malley heads over to the ropes. He sits on the second rope, allowing her to step through, before following her backstage again.

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The cameras move backstage just moments before the Blast from the Past finals. Mark Cross is already standing backstage, wearing his Fire Dragon 2.0 t-shirt proudly. He is skipping from foot to foot getting warmed up for his upcoming match.

Adams: Here we go Belinda we are just moments away from the Blast from the Past finals.

Simone: It's good to see someone is prepared for it.

As Mark focuses on warming up, he misses the sound of someone approaching to stand beside him. It doesn't take long for his tag team partner, Evie to be standing beside him. Mark takes a step back as his eyes pan her to see that she is in fact wearing her Fire Dragons 2.0 t-shirt.

Evie: Don't make a big deal over it.

The look on Evie's face says it all, she is hating every single second of this, but Mark's smile is from ear to ear.

The Dragon: It looks better on you than it does on me...well that's disappointing!

He chuckles warmly, as Evie rolls her eyes.

The Dragon: Now we definitely have to win, or that'll just be embarrassing...

They are quickly cut off as the cameras move back to ringside.

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Justin: Ladies and gentleman, it is now time for the Blast From The Past Finals, and the Bombshell Internet Championship WILL be on the line!

"Way Down We Go" by KALEO begins playing on the speakers. Camera shifts to the side of the stage to see Javier Gonzalez stepping through the curtains. He has his arms raised in the air as he walks back and forth.

Justin: Coming to the ring from Albuquerque, NM, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 190lb, he is... Javier... Gonzalez!!!

Javier charges down the rampway and slides inside of the ring. He walks to each corner, stepping up to the second rope as he stares across the crowd with no emotion. After completing all six sides, he stops and settles into his corner.

Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can, which echoes throughout the whole room now with the absence of the fans.

Justin: Aaaaaand his partner! Weighing in at one hundred ten pounds! From London, England! She is the Bombshell Internet Champion!! KATE STEELE!!!

Simone: Someone needs to tell her not to quit her day job.

Adams: She's a professional singer along with wrestling!

Simone: She sounds like a dying owl!

Kate smirks as she just sings louder. Diamond 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 looks around the mostly empty room, save for fellow wrestlers and SCW/SCU/GRIME Staff members. She throws the microphone to the side and waits for the match to begin.

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 Jorrrrrrdan!!

Evie turns around slowly and keeps her hoodie over her head before she makes her way down the ramp. She slowly walks up the steal steps before stepping into the ring while the lighting gradually returns to normal. Evie walks around the ring pulling on the ropes getting ready for her match while her song slowly dies down to nothing.

Simone: Evie looks primed and prepared to become a two-time Blast From The Past Winner tonight.

Adams: And a champion at the same time!

Justin: Next, from Canterbury, England, standing at 6'1" and weighing in at 225lb, he is... Mark "The Dragon" Crrrrrrrrrosssssss!!!

The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Never Again" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle. He strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.

Simone: Both teams discussing who will start things off.

Adams: Looks like both ladies are stepping through the ropes to the ring apron!

Drew Patton stands between Javi and Mark and once all seems clear, he calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Simone: Here we go!

Javi and Mark approach one another and Javi has a sick smile on his face. Mark has a slight size difference over his opponent but they basically stand toe-to-toe, nose-to-nose! Javi starts raising his hand insisting Mark grab hold to see who can overpower the other. Mark starts shaking his head, clearly not trusting Javi and he turns around for a moment to look back at Evie. She's shaking her head and her expression suddenly drops. This alerts Mark to the fact that Javi is about to clobber him, so he ducks and darts out of the way! Evie smirks as Javi stops just inches from her and he doesn't even have a chance to turn around as Mark takes him down with a neckbreaker!

Adams: Point one to Evie and Mark!

Simone: This isn't a game based on points..

Mark gets back to his feet quickly and drags Javi away from the corner. He pulls Javi back to his feet and backs him against the ropes. He whips him across the ring and Javi thinks quick as Mark leans forward going for a back body drop! Javi drops to his knees right in front of Mark and delivers a hard shot to the chops sending Mark stumbling back against the ropes behind him! Javi charges at him and attempts to clothesline him over the top rope, but Mark ducks! Javi spins around and grabs Mark, going to put him in a side headlock but Mark fights back! He begins nailing Javi's ribs, but Javi nails him in the back of the head with a hard elbow! Mark fights through it and shoves Javi forward! Javi stumbles back and Mark takes a few steps back! When Javi comes at him again, he attempts a standing dropkick, trying to send Javi right through the ropes!

Simone: Javi very nearly fell through the ropes there. Off to a slow but good start here.

Adams: Very nearly isn't good enough, Belinda!

Javi keeps his footing and Mark is right on him again! He rushes at his opponent, but Javi ducks and lifts him up and over the top rope! Mark lands on the ring apron and when Javi spins around, Mark grabs his head and drops down! Javi's throat bounces off the top rope and he collapses down to the canvas! Mark is about to pull Javi to the outside, but Kate drops down from the ring and steps in front of him, stopping him! She's screaming at him and he's just looking around, unsure of what to do! Little does Kate know that Evie has left her own corner and is heading right over to her opponent!

Simone: What is she doing?!

Adams: Pissing off Evie, I'd gather! And she's none the wiser!

Simone: Well, I'm gonna enjoy watching what is about to come next...

Kate has moved and now has her back turned to Evie as Evie walks right up behind her! Mark just laughs and decides to slide back into the ring and thinking she's won the battle, Kate prepares to get back into her corner! But when she spins around, Evie cold clocks her right in the jaw! Kate goes down and when she holds her jaw and looks up at a smirking Evie, she goes crazy! She jumps back to her feet and charges at Evie, tackling her to the ground and the two begin battling it out on the outside! But Drew is helpless to stop it as Mark and Javi have started battling it out inside the ring!

Simone: All hell has broken loose!

Adams: Poor Drew! He doesn't know what to do!

Javi, having recovered from his throat bouncing off the top rope, is unleashing hell on Mark! He hit him with an uppercut as soon as Mark attempted to get him back to his feet then brought his knee up to Mark's midsection! Once Mark is slightly worn down, he scoops Mark up and slams him back down to the canvas! He heads over to the corner turnbuckle, looking right down at Mark! As the situation with Evie and Kate escalates on the outside, Drew heads over to try and get a handle on the situation, but good luck with that! Javi yells at Drew, and realizing this is getting nowhere, Javi drops down and steps to the outside of the ring!

Adams: Looks like Javi has to take matters into his own hands!

Simone: Somebody has to get those two separated.

Kate is on top of Evie, having gotten the upperhand over the Aussie Bombshell! They're still slugging it out, but Javi takes it upon himself to grab Kate and pull her off of Evie! She's kicking and screaming but Javi tried to pull her back over towards their corner! Evie has gotten back to her feet. As Javi is pulling Kate kicking and screaming, Kate's foot flies up and hits Evie right in the face! Evie stumbles back and when she looks back to Kate, her lip is busted open! Mark has made it back to his feet at this point and before he can try and get Evie's attention, Evie hits Kate with a superkick square to the face, just barely missing Javi!

Simone: Blood for blood!

Adams: Too bad for Kate this isn't a first blood match! She and Javi would have won!

Evie smirks and dusts herself off as she heads back to her own corner! Javi gives up and drops Kate down and when the camera focuses on Kate, her nose is busted open! Javi slides back into the ring as Kate and Evie both get back up to the ring apron, glaring across the ring at one another! The match practically has to start over, and as Mark takes one look at his tag team partner, he walks over and tags her in!

Simone: Look at Mark Cross being the good partner there.

Adams: And smart. I think he knows Evie can finish off Kate rather quickly!

Simone: Assuming he doesn't have the ability to beat Javi??

Mark has to dart out of the way as Evie and Kate rush into the ring! Kate charges at Evie ready to tackle her down to the canvas! They collide with a fury of fists and elbows, and Drew can barely keep up with the wild situation! Evie manages to get a foot between Kate's and then moves it behind Kate's right foot! She uses this maneuver to trip Kate, but she shoves the Bombshell Internet Champ down hard to the canvas! Kate's head bounces off the canvas and Evie crouches down over her, taking her by the hair and holding her head! She delivers shot after shot, trying to wear Kate down further before she sits Kate up and kneels behind her! She puts her knee against the middle of Kate's back and then pulls Kate's arms back with a sick smile!

Simone: Jesus! Looks like she's trying to dislocate both Kate's shoulders!

Kate shakes her head furiously as Evie tries to get her to submit! Kate refuses to give up and tries to think of a way out of the hold as Evie has the pressure locked in tight!

Adams: Evie locking it in tighter!

In a surprising move, while Evie has the pressure locked in, Kate props her feet against the canvas and brings her knees up! As painful as it is she uses the hold to her advantage and pushes herself back to her feet with Evie still holding on! Kate's arms are contorted in a way that doesn't even look possible and Evie finally releases the hold! Kate bridges herself backwards then brings her knee swinging back, hitting Evie in the side of the head as the Aussie Bombshell is trying to get back to her feet!

Simone: Christ! When did Kate become a contortionist?!

Adams: That does not look comfortable at all!

Kate swings herself back to her feet and comes up behind Evie, grabbing her by her hair! She pulls Evie's head back and is forcing her right over to the corner turnbuckle, attempting to bash Evie's head into the turnbuckle! Evie gets her foot up and blocks it, then swings her elbow back, clocking Kate in the side of the head then following it up by bashing Kate's head into the turnbuckle! She pins Kate in the corner, then brings her foot against Kate's throat, cutting off her oxygen! Drew warns her, but she ignores him and he starts his count!

Simone: Evie better be careful here!

One! Two! Three! Four! Evie drops her foot and backs away, hands up as Kate coughs and gasps for air! Kate glares at Evie as Drew warns her again, and Kate quickly gets her second wind as she lunges forward, tackling Evie down and knocking Drew down in the process! She manages to roll Evie up for the pin, but she props her feet up on the ropes as leverage! Drew rolls over to start his count!

Adams: Cheater! Cheater! Pumpkin eater!

Simone: What the hell?

ONE!

Tw-No! Drew sees Kate's legs on the ropes and stops! This angers Kate and she stands up to confront him but he just shakes his head!

Simone: Nice try, Kate. But Drew isn't blind.

Evie rolls towards Kate, taking her leg and tripping her! Kate falls face forward to the canvas, her already busted nose bouncing off the canvas! Evie rolls her over onto her back, and when she tries to crouch over the champion, Kate smacks the taste right out of her mouth and rushes away! Evie doesn't even have a chance to stop her as Kate dives and tags in Javi!

Simone: That was a cowardly move right there!

Adams: Or really smart...

A refreshed and renewed Javi and Mark dart through the ropes as Evie sulks back over to her corner angrily! Kate goes back to the safety of her own, not paying any attention to the match at the moment! Meanwhile, Javi and Mark are battling it out once again, having locked arms and trying to overpower the other! Mark pushes against Javi, but Javi pushes back! Just when it looks like Mark has the upperhand and has Javi backed against the ropes Javi hits him with a headbutt then shoves him away! Javi quickly moves over to the corner, climbing up to the top turnbuckle!

Simone: What the hell is he doing here?! Mark better watch out!

Javi looks down at Mark and Mark is leaning forward holding his head! Javi leaps off the turnbuckle and delivers a legdrop to the back of Mark's head before he quickly goes for the cover!!

Adams: It could be over!!

ONE!

TWO!

Th-No! Mark kicks out!

Simone: Mark was saying I think not to that!

Javi stands up and reaches down to pull Mark back up! Mark grabs a hold of his head and drops down, delivering a jawbreaker then stuns Javi! Mark quickly gets back to his feet, exhaustion setting in and he pulls Javi in, setting him up for his finisher! Kate looks as though she's gonna rush through the ropes, but Evie drops down and rushes over to that corner! She grabs Kate by the foot and trips her down, just as Mark delivers the Tiger Driver '91 and Javi's shoulders are pinned against the canvas!

Adams: Melikeliki Maka!

Simone: That's...not what it's called, Jason!

Adams: Close enough!

ONE!

TWO!

Evie has Kate distracted on the outside and she shoves the Bombshell Internet Champion into ringpost!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Ladies and Gentleman here are your winners and the 2020 Blast From The Past Winners! Mark Cross and Evie Jordan!!

Simone: They've done it! They've secured their guaranteed titled opportunities!!

Adams: And Evie has become a two-time Blast From The Past winner!

Evie quickly slides back into the ring where Drew raises her and Mark's hands in victory. Kate is handed back her Bombshell Internet Championship, and she clutches it tightly, glaring at Evie in the ring. Evie just rolls her eyes.

Simone: Had Kate not tagged in Javi when she did, Evie may very well have become the new Bombshell Internet Champion.

Adams: She had to know what she was doing! Protecting her title!

Javi rolls out of the ring and doesn't even bother checking on Kate. He snarls as he disappears backstage with Kate following a few moments later and Evie and Mark continue celebrating in the ring.

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Right after the Blast From The Past final, the camera cuts backstage to a delighted Ben Jordan, his SCW World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder. Ben punches the air with delight as Pussy Willow stands near by.

Pussy: Ben, you must be so happy right now.

Ben: I am absolutely over the moon mate. Evie is a two time Blast From The Past winner. I knew she could do this from day one. I took the risk of sleeping on the sofa for a year trying to get her in this thing, but she's gone out there and proved just how good she is.

Pussy: It means you'll could be facing Mark Cross at the next supercard. How does that feel?

Ben: Well one step at a time. I gotta get past Jake Raab first but Javi put up a great fight, I would like to put it out there that I would like to face Javi too, so if Erik Staggs wants to gimme a bell, invite me to GRIME to take on Javi, I will cause he deserves a go too, but Mark Cross proved he was the better fella on the night, and I will look forward to taking him on.

Pussy: It could be SCW World Heavyweight champion Vs SCU's Underground champion.

Ben: It's a match that would be amazing. Ever since SCU was rebranded from NLW, people have wanted to see the top two champs go at it at some point and God willing, in two months time, they will get to see that, but you know it was always gonna be Mark Cross to get this far.

Pussy: Why?

Ben: He had Evie as a partner. I knew once she got back in to the swing of things, she'd be dangerous and it proved it.

Pussy: Well up next, you have to face Jake Raab. Feeling confident?

Ben: Not gonna lie, seeing Evie win has given me the biggest kick start anything could. I'm now more determined to get past Jake Raab because there's a chance of something great happening in just a couple of months. Co main event, me in one against SCU's top boy, Evie in the other. This is gonna be brilliant. I'm more confident now then I've ever been the situation.

Before Ben can continue, Evie runs at her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck and squeezing him tight.

Ben: Proud of you.

Evie squeezes Ben tightly as Ben looks across, seeing Mark Cross. Ben gives him a thumbs up and a nod as the camera cuts somewhere else.

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Blaze of Glory cuts backstage to Andrea Hernandez who is as intensely focused as ever knowing that one of the biggest matches she'll ever have is coming up soon. She's trying to think about it too much, nor is she trying to put any more pressure on herself than what's absolutely necessary. All she's doing is focusing on the match at hand and having as much ice water in her veins as possible knowing that playing it cool is the way she's going to take this. This and other thoughts leaves her with much to express as she begins to speak her mind.

Andrea Hernandez: This is it then. I knew that I'd be at this point at SOME point, but I never imagined it would be so soon. I do want to start off by saying that despite whatever feelings that I may have about Roxi or Christina, I do respect their abilities and I do respect them as competitors but at the end of the day, it's time for this division to start looking toward the future and let me tell you one thing that I already know... and that's that regardless of how this goes tonight... I'm not just A pillar of the future of this division... I'm THE future! All due respect to the up and comers, but there's nobody that grinds harder than I do among the newer class Bombshells here. I know the deal. I know that of the three competitors tonight, I come in as the biggest underdog and that's fine...

Because that's how I've made my career... proving people wrong, overcoming the odds, and so on and so forth. Every single championship I have ever won in this business... there has always been some "come from behind" story involved with it. When I won my only tag team championship to date, my partner and I were the underdogs because we were facing the team that had, at the time, the longest tag team championship reign in company history. We weren't expected to beat them... but I did.

When I won my first singles championship... two on one handicap situation... SORT OF like this... you know... with Christina's and Roxi's "frenemy" situation that they've had for how long now? But no matter... even against the odds... I won that handicap match and I won my first singles championship.

The singles championship after that? It was against someone that the company was already branding as the future of the company while I was just some random name off the street that they picked up... or at least that's how they felt about me considering how perennially underrated I was when I was there. No matter... I beat the "hot prospect" and I sent him crying toward the end of his career.

The singles title after that, in that same company? It was against someone who was incredibly overhyped... again... with the "future of the company" label pinned on him. Virtually nobody gave me a chance to beat him... and I delivered again scoring what would ultimately be my most successful solo championship to date.

My most recent one? Hardcore environment. Not something I'm used to. Yet... I still went out and got it done against the odds.

Being the underdog against two of the all time greats, two Bombshells with Hall of Fame credentials... yeah... that would unnerve most women. But I'm not most women. And the fact that I even became a wrestler in the first place considering my family's five generations of Catholic based sexism was considered a miracle to begin with. Well... I don't need a miracle. I KNOW I can do this... I KNOW I'm going to win this championship tonight... even if I may be the only one in the building that believes so.

But I'm all I need to believe... and I do... and that's what matters!

Roxi and Christina may try to emphasize their never-ending history between each other... they may want to see me as the third wheel here... and maybe most of you do... but that's fine. I'll steal that spotlight from them tonight... when I win my very first world championship!

z Andrea maintains her poise and her confidence... as well as the determination in her eyes... as the pre-recorded footage fades to black.

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"If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray begins to play across the building and the crowd turns with anticipation towards the entrance as "the White Wolf" Fenris emerges from behind the curtains with the entirety of his body and face hidden behind the Medieval bird doctor costume, complete with robe, hood and mask.

Adams: Is it just me or is Fenris taking this a little too far?

Simone: Trust me; it's not just you.

He symbolically crosses his heart and beginning his journey toward the ring.

Justin: Making his way toward the ring! Tonight's special guest referee for the World Heavyweight Championship -- Fenris!

Despite the fans that reach out toward him, Fenris does not reciprocate and his attention is solely on the ring, as he totally hams it up in his costume and the solemn, creepy nature behind it. He stands at the base of the ring steps when he pulls off the mask and hood, then whips the rope open to reveal his makeshift referee attire; a black and white striped muscle shirt wide open at the sides, white shorts and he remains barefoot.

Simone: That's a little more like it!

Fenris slides into the ring and paces back and forth in a near corner, watching and waiting for the entrants to this match!

"Feuer Frei" by Rammstein plays over the sound system as Jake comes out through the curtain and he wears black MMA gloves with MMA German flag coloured shorts with his name on it with white arrows printed on his shorts. He gets into the ring and he does a hold up on the turnbuckle as he gets down from the turnbuckle and does a bow and arrow pose towards the camera before waiting for the match to start.

Simone: Jake Raab has a lot of detractors, namely among them Griffin Hawkins and Austin James Mercer. None of them think he should be where he is today.

Adams: What do they expect? Ben Jordan issued the open challenge to defend his title against anybody!

Simone: yes and what Griffin and Austin both fail to mention is that given the chance, they would have done the exact same thing. Jake Raab simply did it first.

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

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

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

Adams: The Cockney King has been a fighting champion!

Simone: And while some critics think some of his challengers didn't deserve the chance handed to them, the fact is Ben does. He said he'd defend against anybody and that is what matters.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and it is for ... the World Heavyweight Championship!

The SCU gathering makes some serious noise!

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Dusseldorf, Germany, he is The Fiery Target, Jake Raab!

Jake pumps a fist in the air and even ben gives the man props, clapping his hands.

Justin: His opponent ... is the World Heavyweight Champion! From London, England, weighing 220 pounds -- Ben Jordan!

And Ben's popularity is proven as even the hardcore SCU crowd gives him positive feedback as he steps forward, holding his championship title high above his head with one hand!

Simone: Ben has one glaring advantage going into this match. Jake Raab is a fierce MMA fighter, but six weeks ago, Ben successfully defended his title against Fenris in a Match of the Year candidate!

Adams: So Ben knows what it takes to beat an MMA fighter!

Ben hands the gold over to Fenris who shows it off to Jake first, and then holds it up high for everyone to see. He passes the title out to the waiting hands of Justin Decent and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Adams: And here we go!

Ben and Jake come out of their corners and the first thing Ben does is offer up his hand in a gesture of goodwill and sportsmanship -- and Jake accepts. The two men circle and pause briefly before locking up! Jake drops to his knees and takes Ben over in a fireman's carry takedown, then has him in a rear waist lock from behind while both men are on their knees. Ben looks for an escape but Jake has his gripped tight as they slowly rise to their feet, and Ben drops down and uses his leverage to arm drag Raab over to the canvas. Ben pounces on his back, grabbing him into a front face lock but Jake reverses it and the two men go back and forth in a Greco-Roman exchange, rolling around on the canvas and exchanging positions until they end up squaring off against the other on one knee, staring the other man down as those in attendance applaud.

Simone: It is going to take a critical mistake I think for either one of these men to gain a definitive advantage over the other.

Adams: In other words, someone has to balls it up.

The two slowly get back up and circle one another before locking up. Ben takes over with the advantage, backing Jake up against the ropes and Fenris does not even have to begin his count before Ben breaks and backs off willingly. The two circle again and Jake suddenly lashes out with a kick, striking Ben in the leg and sending him stumbling.

Simone: A good way to bring a strong man like Ben Jordan down; take out his legs.

Adams: And Jake Raab is capable of picking anyone apart.

Jake is right on Ben, grabbing him in a tight side headlock! Ben does not stay in the hold for long as he uses the ropes to fire Raab off! Jake comes off and he sends Ben to his back with a charging shoulder block! Jake then ducks into the ropes and Ben leapfrogs up and over him as he comes off! Raab rebounds off of the far side and the champion jumps, connecting with a dropkick that sends Jake tumbling back through the ropes and to the ringside floor!

Adams: But Jake landed on his feet!

Jake turns around and it looks like Ben is about to dive out of the ring onto him, but Jake dodges around to the other side of the ring and Ben steps back, a smile on his face and he points out to Raab. Jake is looking a little frustrated as he sizes the champion up, before he climbs back onto the apron and steps back into the ring.

Simone: So far they're feeling each other out here....

Adams: They're feeling each other up!?

Simone: OUT! Jason ... out!

Ben and Jake go to lock up again, but this time Raab strikes! He lands such a kick to the back of Ben's knee, that he buckles the champion down to one knee! Jake then grabs his arm and connects with a hard knee to the side of the head! Ben looks dazed, out of it, as he sinks to his back and Jake takes control of this championship match, grabbing the champion by the legs and tying him up into a kneeling grapevine submission!

Adams: Jake isn't going to make Ben Jordan submit to a hold like this.

Simone: No but a hold like that will work over Ben's already weakened leg and set him up for something worse, possibly.

Ben tries to get free, taking a swing at Jake but Raab is far enough away so as to avoid. Ben then tries reaching for the ropes and is about to snag the bottom rope when Jake lets go of the hold. He drags Ben back to the center of the ring and sets him up for, and turns him over into a German Cloverleaf!

Simone: I thought it was called a Texas Cloverleaf all this time.

Adams: Well yeah but Jake isn't from Texas, is he?

Ben is clearly in a lot of pain as not only his back, but both knees are also being worked over! Fenris is up close in his business, asking if he wants to pack it in but Ben refuses to submit his championship away! Realizing this, Jake finally relents and releases the hold, pulling Ben up from behind. Jake attempts a release German suplex, but Ben lands on his feet behind him!

Simone: He stumbled though! Jake's work on Ben's one leg is starting to take a toll!

Ben then goes for a big boot but Jake ducks under and comes off the ropes -- and Ben catches him in an Exploder suplex! Jake bounces and rolls the length of the ring! Jake uses the corner ropes to pull himself up to his feet but Ben is right there, running in and connecting with a running forearm! Ben then attempts an Irish whip into the opposite corner but Jake reverses it! Ben jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and leaps back, taking Raab off of his feet with a springboard clothesline!

Simone: It looked like Ben was going for a cover but not even a one count!

Adams: Jake really wants to prove he deserves this match!

But before Jake can recover, Ben has him grounded with a rear chin lock on the mat! Jake grits his teeth and tries to get free but Ben has him down tight. Jake then tries to roll free, but the ring veteran Ben Jordan keeps him down on the ground, switching from the chin lock to a full body scissors. Jake tries to find a means of escape but ben's leg strength prevents this. Jake shakes his head "no" when Fenris asks if he wants to submit, and he instead starts to strike hard elbows into Ben's knee!

Adams: That scissors won't last when he does that!

Simone: The moment Jake went to work on Ben's leg earlier, he practically painted a bulls eye on Ben Jordan's knee!

The body scissors is broken and Jake is right up and he grabs Ben by both sides of the head and he starts to strike Muay Thai knee strikes into his head! Jake drags him to his feet and fires Ben off into the near corner and Raab comes right in with a dropkick! With nowhere to go, ben takes the full brunt of the maneuver and sinks to his backside -- and Jake comes right in with a running hip attacks! Ben's head strikes back against the corner hard! Jake drags him from the corner by the leg and covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

Ben kicks out!

Jake Raab then pulls Ben into a seated position and he begins driving his knee hard into the middle of his back! Jake pulls Ben up and he begins to lay into the champion with left and right MMA palm strikes and fists! Ben tries to fight back, taking a swing at the challenger but Raab ducks and he brings Ben over with a bridging German suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Ben!

Simone: Ben has got to get some distance between Jake and himself!

Adams: Yes! Jake can end any match with enough strikes like that!

Jake sends Ben into the corner again and is all over him! Jake gets a head start and charges -- but Ben brings a boot right up into his face! Jake staggers back and around, allowing Ben to perch himself on the top of the corner, mount his shoulders and he beings the challenger down with a victory roll, hooking both legs!

ONE!

TWO!

Kick out by Raab!

Simone: ben Jordan is trying to get some momentum built against his challenger!

Ben goes for an Irish whip into the corner but Jake reverses! Jake runs in and Ben goes for a leapfrog, but Jake stops in time with Ben on his shoulders and --

Adams: Electric Chair Driver!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Kick out by Ben!!

Simone: I thought Jake had him! I thought we had a new champion!

Adams: So did Jake Raab! He's wasting time arguing with Fenris! He's accusing Fenris of favoring Ben I think!

Indeed Jake is on his feet, arguing the count with Fenris but relents, knowing he has to go back to work on Ben! Jake turns around as ben starts to rise -- and Raab walks right into a spine buster that shakes the ring! Both men are down and Fenris starts to issue his count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!...

Adams: They're up! They're both up!

Jake takes a swing but Ben blocks it and answers back with one of his own! Jake tries again but again Ben beats him to the punch -- literally! Ben then goes back and forth between knife edge chops and European uppercuts, driving Jake back against the ropes! Ben grabs him by the wrist and pulls him into a short-arm clothesline! He pulls Raab back to his feet and hits a second! Ben picks Jake up onto his shoulders and deposits him on the top of the nearest corner. ben then climbs up and grabs Raab into a front face lock...

Simone: He's setting him up for the superplex!

But Jake starts fighting him off! Jake buries his fist deep into Jordan's belly and then head butts him, knocking Ben back off! Jake starts to stand on the top, but Ben rolls back and is right on his feet! He jumps to the middle corner and brings Jake flying off with a Belly To Ben Superplex! Ben with the immediate cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-KICK OUT!

Simone: I can't believe Jake kicked out!

Adams: Even Griffin and Austin has to give that man props for that!

And before Jake can fight back, Ben has him in the cross face on the mat!

Adams: Crossing Jordan!

Jake is trapped in the center of the ring! He tries using his free arm to drag himself closer to the ropes! Jake stretches -- REACHING -- but Ben uses his own foot against the ropes to roll them both back and into the middle of the ring and away from the ropes! Ben retains Crossing Jordan and finally Jake has no choice but to tap!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL World Heavyweight Champion -- BEN JORDAN!!!

The SCU stars in attendance give the champion props as Ben is handed his title belt and he raises it up high as Fenris raises his other hand!

Simone: Jake gave Ben a fight to prove he does indeed belong in the upper echelon of SCW, but it is Ben Jordan who leaves Blaze of Glory VIII as the champion!

Adams: And props to Fenris who called it right down the middle, despite his friendship with the champion!

Ben then takes a moment to help Jake to his feet and he raises Raab's arm up high! Jake takes his leave then and allows Ben to continue his moment in the spotlight!

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We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see the likes of Christina Zdunich with the World Championship across her shoulders. She whips her hair a bit as she glares deeply into the eyes of the camera.

Christina: Tonight is going to be a huge night. It has honestly been a while since I have walked into a show as the World Champion. It has been far too long to be quite honest. However I know a lot of harsh words, and realities have been thrown at all of the three women that are in tonight's main event. It's going to be a huge match tonight but I just want us to go out there and leave it all in the middle of the ring.

Christina shakes her head again as she continues to share her heart with the camera.

Christina: We will all bring a huge fight and this match is quite worthy of being a main event. I feel like the bombshells are being put back onto the map again and throughout everything I am proud to be exactly where I am right now. It has been a long journey but I have busted my ass to get to where I am right now and if I could turn back the clock to change one thing about my journey the reality is I wouldn't...

Christina sighs again as looks back at the camera.

Christina: Everything happened for a reason and it all shaped me into the woman that I am today. I know there are some who would say that Crystal Hilton might be in that ring tonight and maybe those people are right. When it comes to going into that ring I usually pour everything of myself into that ring. I give everything I have in order to come out ahead. I do whatever it takes to get the job done. I never meant to hurt any friends or anything along the way but sometimes it happens. I am passionate about this business and regardless of what happens I just want that whoever wins will cherish this title.

Christina holds the title up in the air as she continues to speak.

Christina: I know that Tommy Knox recently just did a show where he named the top five women of all time. He was trying to establish who he felt was the GOAT. Am I a little pissed off about it?! You bet your ass I am upset because each bombshell is important to the very history of this company. To be honest you can't really name one single woman as being a GOAT. You can't claim it's a Mikah when she wasn't wrestling in the early stages of SCW. The same can be said for an Alicia Lukas. Let alone you have an Amy Marshall who was the very first Grand Slam Champion and the woman who took down Delia. I have beaten Mikah, and Sam Marlowe stopped that long reign. Yet in the same token Roxi cut Alicia Lukas reign, and Roxi and I trade wins. You can't name one single women because everybody has been tied to somebody else in this company.

Christina nods her head again as she continues to speak.

Christina: This belt carries the history of myself, Roxi, Lukas, Mikah, Misty, Marlowe, Amy Marshall, Odette, Melody Grace, Evie Baang, Vixen, to so many others. It's a long history of women and each have their own reasons to be named as a great. Nobodies work outweighs the other. It's the competition that drives us. It's what fuels us to be better than we have ever been and it helps elevate us to another level. Tonight I am going to give Roxi and Andrea every single thing I got to make my name one to remember. I won this title a few weeks ago and now it's time to do whatever it takes to keep it. so bring it Roxi and Andrea. I wish you the best of luck but nothing will ever stop me from doing what I need to do in order to be the best woman that this company has to offer. I will see you soon...

With that Christina carries her championship as she continues to grin into the lens of the camera.

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The camera cuts to the temporary office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Hot Stuff sits behind the desk and looks down the camera.

HS: Ladies and gentlemen, I said to you through these times that myself, Christian and the staff of SCU and GRIME would constantly be reviewing measures taken to protect our wrestlers, our staff and ourselves. I have personally been reviewing everything I can about the corona virus, reading stories from every country I possibly can to deem when things are safe for us all to return to the real world and a lot of what I read is worrying stuff.

Hot Stuff pauses for a few seconds.

HS: The United States now has the highest number of death rates in the world... If you believe the figures from China, which I do not, but apparently, it's the way it is. I've looked at how America has handled this whole thing and I can't help but think it's poor. The president may have economy smarts, but he has fuck all common sense.

A few claps and cheers can be heard from the crowd made up of SCW, SCU and GRIME wrestlers.

HS: Regardless of all the talk about lock down being eased within a couple of weeks, nothing I've read makes me believe that is the right choice with cases and deaths still rising, so we've taken the decision to continue with things the way they are for now. I know there's been a lot of things said about the cruise ship supercard but until we get closer to that, we can not make a choice.

Hot Stuff leans back in his chair.

HS: We will review this situation again in a couple of weeks, and so on and so forth, we really don't want to go to our emergency plan at this point, we want to be out in the real world as much as you do but we can't risk anyone's health and frankly, we don't know if a second wave will come and how severe that could be.

Hot Stuff takes a second to think.

HS: I do wanna thank every single roster member who has complied with this and want to stay to the fans to stay in doors. Go and watch Climax Control number one, to our latest one, go watch every supercard we've ever put on, go read the written form of The Hotwire and listen to the vocal form, read the blogs by Zelda Clark and Christina Rose, watch The Kris and Mikah Show, and when you've seen all that, it should be safe to come out and if it's not, watch them all over again.

Hot Stuff smiles.

HS: Stay safe everyone.

The camera cuts elsewhere.

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DING DING DING!

Justin: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match and is for the World Bombshell Championship. Introducing first....

The opening keyboard notes of "The Touch" begisn on the PA system. Stan Bush's voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as he moves through the swarm of fans. The fans continue singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them.

Justin: From Tampa, FL....weighing in at 132 pounds.....Roxi Johnson!

She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero "flying" motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

"Ultranumb" by Blue Stahli hits the venue's soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong cheers from the crowd. She acknowledges the positive reaction that she's getting as she makes her way toward the ring, completely focused on the task at hand.

Justin: From Sedona, Arizona....weighing in at 125 pounds....Andrea Hernandez!

She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, continuing to soak in the cheers she gets as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next.

Justin: And their opponent...

Meganerd by YTcracker begins to blast all across the speakers as it does so Christina Rose makes her way from the back curtain. She smiles as she blows kisses to the crowd as she makes her way down to the ring.

Justin: Weighing in at 115 pounds......she is the reigning...defending....Bombshell Champion of the World......Christina Rose!

She quickly slides into the ring and kips up to her feet as she waves her hands in the air getting the crowd behind her. She jumps around a bit, waiting for the bell to ring.

DING DING DING!

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

Simone: Roxi Johnson getting an early advantage here.

Roxi picks Rose up and then blasts her with a hard European uppercut, which sends Christina back into the ropes. As she bounces back, Roxi grabs her and throws her down to the mat hard with a powerslam.

Adams: That hurt me!

Johnson goes to pick up Rose again but she is met with a dropkick in the back from Andrea Hernandez that sends her through the ropes and down to ringside. Seeing her opportunity, Hernandez drops for the cover on Rose and Jacob drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: No! A kick out by Christina Rose!

Andrea and Christina get up and lock up with each other at the same time. The stronger Rose starts to thrust knees into the mid-section of Hernandez and she drops down to one knee. Rose backs up and unleashes a hard right foot to the side of Andrea's face.

SMACK!

Adams: What a hard shot from the Champion!

Simone: And she's going for the cover!

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

Adams: Just in time!

Johnson picks Rose up by her head and then slams her back down to the mat with a vicious short arm clothesline. She starts to stomp on Rose but she rolls toward the apron and slides out down to ringside. Johnson starts to go after her but Andrea Hernandez comes up from behind and rolls her up.

Adams: Out of nowhere!

ONE!

TWO!

Roxi kicks out at the last second but before she can get up, Hernandez jumps on top of her and begins to drop bombs of lefts and rights on her face over and over again. She jumps up and shows off for the crowd.

SCU and SCW in the Crowd: POP!

Simone: The members of the locker room sure do love Andrea!

She walks back over to Johnson, who is trying to crawl away, and grabs her by her hair. She pulls her up and snap mares her over her body with her hair. Johnson screams out in pain and Hernandez sits her up and applies a rear face lock.

Adams: Hernandez is starting to show her aggressive side here.

Simone: She wants that title and it's obvious.

Back in the ring Hernandez pulls Johnson up but they are both knocked down to the mat with a surprise Springboard Double Dropkick from Christina Rose. The force from the kick sends Andrea right through the ropes. The Champion pops up quickly to her feet and then launches up into the air before dropping a vicious elbow across the throat of Roxi Johnson.

Adams: That did not look like fun for Roxi.

She jumps back up and goes for the cover on Johnson and Jacob Summers drops down to the mat to make the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Thr-

Adams: No!

Simone: Johnson kicked out at the last second.

As Rose gets up Johnson pulls her right back down to the mat and lock Christina's arms in her legs and locks her hands around Rose's face, applying a crossface submission.

Adams: She's got a crossface locked in!

Simone: Christina can't go anywhere!

Johnson applies pressure, pulling Rose's head back but before Christina can tap, Andrea Hernandez runs back into the frame and kicks Johnson in the head, breaking the hold.

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

Adams: It looked like she was in trouble.

Hernandez starts to stomp on Johnson. Se picks her up and sets her up for the for what looks like some sort of suplex but Rose runs over and shoulder blocks both women to the ground. She starts to kick Hernandez but Johnson runs up behind her and grabs her. She turns Christina around and kicks her in the gut. Roxi scoops Rose up and sets her up on to her shoulder. She looks around for a moment and then darts for the ropes. As she gets there, she dumps Rose down to ringside.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: Oh my god!

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

Simone: All three competitors are out!

Adams: This is madness!

Both Hernandez and Johnson start to get up at the same time. Roxi charges for Hernandez but she manages to move out of the way. She bounces off the ropes and hurls her body into the air, landing a picture perfect Busaiku Knee right across the chin of Roxi Johnson.

Simone: Wow look at that knee!

Adams: That came out of nowhere!

Andrea gets up and screams out into the air, as if to let out her excitement. She points to the corner and then makes her way over to the turnbuckle.

Adams: What's she's gonna do now?

Simone: It looks like she's going to try and end it.

Hernandez climbs the ropes and gets to the top of the turnbuckle. She slowly and carefully stands herself up and then smiles. She stares down at Roxi just below before launching her body into the air again. She twists and turns gracefully as she executes a beautiful looking Phoenix Splash.

Simone: RISE OF THE PHOENIX!

Adams: No!

At the last second, Roxi puts her knees up.

SCW and SCU in the Crowd: OOOOOH!

Andrea Hernandez's chest crashes right into Roxi's knees. She writhes out in pain as Roxi rolls to her feet. Johnson perches herself in place as she waits for Andrea to slowly climb to her feet. As Hernandez finally gets there Roxi runs toward the ropes. She springboards herself off of the top rope and lands a kick right across the cheek of Andrea Hernandez.

Simone: RAY OF HOPE!

Adams: We're gonna have a new Champion!

Hernandez falls back first on to the canvas and Roxi quickly jumps on top oher and hooks her leg. Jacob Summers drops down for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: It's over!

Before Summers' hand slaps the canvas for a third time, Christina Rose comes crashing down onto the back of Roxi Johnson with a cannon ball.

Simone: THE MEGA BUSTER! THE MEGA BUSTER!

Christina Rose gets up and grabs Roxi Johnson. She takes her by the arms and tosses her shoulder first into one of the steel poles in the corner. She turns her attention back over to Andrea Hernandez who is just starting to get up off of the canvas. Christina starts to taunt the challenger.

Adams: She's just making fun of her now.

Rose laughs a little bit before wiping the smile off of her face. As soon as Hernandez is up off of the ground she kicks her directly into the mid-section. She grabs her head, sets her ups, and delivers a swinging DDT right into the mat.

Simone: ROCK & ROLL!

Christina swings around and goes for an over-confident cover as Jacob Summers counts.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: Three!

Simone: NO! Andreea kicked out.

At the last second Hernandez kicks out.

Simone: Rose can't believe it. She can't believe it.

The Champion screams at referee Jacob Summers and quickly slaps her hands together three times.

Simone: Christina definitely showing her frustration now.

The Champion goes to grab Hernandez up off of the mat. She pulls her up and as soon as she does, Roxi Johnson comes running into the picture. Rose quickly moves out of the way, allowing Johnson and Hernandez to collide with one another. The force of the collision sends Hernandez through the ropes and down to ringside and sends Roxi reeling backwards. Looking to take advantage, Christina school boy rolls up Johnson and goes for a quick pin. Summers drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Johnson kicks out!

Christina continues to show her frustration as she jumps back to her feet, only to see that Roxi Johnson has also gotten back to her feet already. The two square up and the crowd erupts in cheers as they both go after each other. They trade heavy blows in the center of the ring before Roxi lands a hard haymaker across the face that forces Rose back a few steps.

Simone: Wow what a hard shot by the Superhero!

Roxi takes half a step back before moving forward and landing a superkick across Christina's chin.

SMACK!

Christina lands back first into the canvas and Roxi starts to hulk up a bit. She walks over to grab Rose, assuming to put her into the Justice Lock triangle choke but is met with another knee to the side of the head from an out-of-nowhere Andrea Hernandez.

Simone: Another Busaiku Knee!

Hernandez kips up and then grabs Roxi by her head and throws her down to ringside. She turns around to see Christina Rose sprinting toward her but counters with a theatrical but painful looking Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker. She jumps to her feet, realizing Roxi is out cold on the ringside floor and Christina is writhing in pain on the canvas.

Adams: I think she's gonna try it again...

Andrea quickly runs over to the corner and jumps up top. Without waiting this time, she launches into a phoenix splash.

Simone: RISE OF THE PHOENIX! RISE OF THE PHOENIX!

Jacob Summers goes for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: Three!

Simone: She did it! Andrea pinned Christina!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner....and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Bombshell Champion of the WOOOOOOOOOOOOORLD!!!!!!!! Andrea Hernaaaaaandeeeeeezzzzzzz!

Jacob Summers raises Andrea's hand as she starts to cry just a bit, both out of exhaustion and happiness. Justin hands Andrea the belt and she clutches with both arms.

Simone: She did it! Andrea did it!

Hernandez climbs the ropes in the corner and holds her new belt high in the air, with a large smile on her face.

Simone: Anyone who's ever called Andrea Hernandaz a forth tier wrestler, or ever put this woman down, can kiss my ass cause Andrea is the brand new SCW Bombshell World Champion!

Adams: They can kiss mine too! So many people said this woman was our future, well our future starts now!

Simone: Well this is all we have time for tonight. Join us in two weeks time where we will see a few new debuts, new champions will speak and more high quality matches from everyone involved in SCW! Until then, please listen to everything you've been told, stay in doors, stay safe and catch Sin City Underground in a weeks time! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying goodnight everybody.

The camera fades as Andrea Hernandez stands in the ring clutching her newly won Bombshell championship to her chest.

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Court, AJ, Sam, Erik, Wong, Dustin, Jenny, Marge, Annie, Andy, Devin, Todd, Jay, Abaddon, Fizz, Mercedes, Andrea, Britt, Eyesnsane. Also thank you again to Annie for the cool match banners and to everyone who RPed!