Supercard Results

The Reno Events Center is packed to standing room only capacity, and the opening shot pans across the seven-plus thousands of screaming fans, young and old alike! The shot sweeps from the upper balconies to the ringside floor as the men and women, boys and girls, all who make up the SCW Universe, cheer and clap, some jump up and down in excitement and wave toward the camera in hopes of garnering for themselves a little recognition! The camera picks up several signs, held up by fans for their favorites! Some of which include...

"SUMA'S GONNA KILL YOU!"
"BLAST FROM THE PAST 2022"
"MASQUE GIVES FREDDY KRUEGER NIGHTMARES!"
"REIGN OF SAVIORS"
"SOMEONE PLEASE BEAT KRYSTAL WOLFE!"
"JOHANNA KRIEGER IS MY GODDESS!"
"MILES KASEY IS MY GOD!"

And many, many others!

The camera then pulls into a shot of the six-sided ring, where ring announcer Justin Decent stands bare chested, wearing several colorful lei around his neck and a brightly colored sarong.

Justin: Hello, and welcome to Reno, Nevada for Sin City Wrestling's FIRST event of 2022 -- "Inception V!"

The crowd cheers almost maniacally!

Justin: Now please welcome to the stage, SCW's own 'Hostess With the Mostess,' Amanda Hugginkiss and SCU's very own Holly Wood!

Amanda steps out onto one side of the entrance stage, as the fans cheer and applaud for Amanda, then they whistle and catcall as Holly Wood joins her. Both are dressed to the proverbial nines in matching, shimmering gowns and Holly Wood is wearing a curly blonde wig, Amanda wears a red one that is straight and past her shoulders. The music begins and the opening performance is underway.

Amanda: You think you're funny, but you're not.
They're laughing at you, not your jokes you twat!

Holly Wood: And you think you're talented but you're wrong.
My ears bleed every time you sing a song.

Together: Bitch! I got you bitch!
I got you bitch!

Amanda: The critics say you ought to quit!
They're sick and tired of your boring shit!

Holly Wood: That hurts to hear, I must confess.
Especially from an old man in a dress!

Together: Bitch! I got you bitch!
I got you bitch!

Amanda: You've got bony, giant feet!
And that wig makes me crave shredded wheat!

Holly Wood: You've got the same taste as circus clowns!
Just wash your face, you'll lose twenty pounds!

Amanda: You're older than dirt, your hair is gray!
You sang at Betty White's sixteenth birthday!

Holly Wood: You're nothing but a skinny tramp!
Your weight loss spa was a concentration camp!
.... Too soon?

Together: Bitch! I got you bitch!
I got you bitch!

Holly Wood: You're my favorite Vegas Jew!

Amanda: I don't eat pork so I can't date you!

Holly Wood: Looks like Barbie joined AARP!

Amanda: You're a huge talent and baby makes three!

Holly Wood: Why folks like you, I'll never know!

Amanda: Because I don't buy makeup at Home Depot!

Holly Wood: Are you singing or killing a cat!?

Amanda: I'm singing about shit, I invented that!

Holly Wood: I never laughed at you, not once!

Amanda: You are the Queen, the Queen of C**ts!

Holly Wood: I am also your best friend!

Amanda: And I'll be yours until the end!

Together: I love you bitch!
I love you bitch!
I love you bitch!

And as the song ends, many of the fans have tears in their eyes from laughing so hard and they stand and clap for both Amanda and Holly! Both smiling, Holly and Amanda bow then turn to one another with smiles. Amanda goes for a hug and Holly 'maces' her with Lysol before hurrying backstage.

Simone: Hello everyone! I am Belinda Simone and behalf of my broadcast partner, Jason Adams, welcome to the first SCW event of 2022 - INCEPTION V!!

Adams: This is going to be GRRRRREAT, Bel! Eighteen matches TOTAL, including two matches from Sin City Underground!

Simone: And it begins when the Saviors' own "Godly" Ken Davison kicks the night off by challenging the three-time Internet Champion Agostino Romano for the championship!

Adams: Then the two newest Bombshells in SCW debut against each other when the freaky deaky Masque goes up against Kaiju Rainbow!

Simone: Then two of the most promising Superstars are in singles competition when Matthew "the Raven" Knox faces Shane Hawthorne!

Adams: Then the Roulette title is being defended when "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart defends against Alexander Raven!

Simone: Will Chloe Benton's (accidental) streak of one win help her tonight against Bella Madison who is looking to work her way back up?

Adams: The first SCU match is next when two certifiable greats from SCW past go one on one when Song takes on Delia Darling - and I must!

Simone: Former multi-time champion Alicia Lukas looks to get back on track as she goes up against the Most Popular of 2021 - Candy!

Adams: Okay so it's not answering an open challenge from Amber Ryan, but it's close! The rookie Adrienne Beaufort answers the call to face one of the best and that's none other than Myra Rivers!

Simone: Brandon Hendrix then goes up against former two-time World Champion Jack Washington! The winner gets an Internet title shot at Blaze of Glory X!

Adams: Then it's the Bombshells' turn to earn an Internet title shot at Blaze of Glory X when Danielle Weston, Seleana Zdunich and Bea Barnhart are in a Triple Threat!

Simone: Then we have a match that the entire SCW Universe has wanted to see when the "Great One" Roxi Johnson goes one on one with the highly touted and impressive Kat Jones!

Adams: The undefeated Roulette Champion Krystal "Who Can Beat Me?" Wolfe has her toughest defense EVER against Keira Fisher-Johnson!

Simone: Unfortunately, we just got word that the next SCU feature match between Veronica Taylor and Chelsea Leclair has been canceled due to what we witnessed on the SCU pre-show.

Adams: Booooo! (clears throat) Of course that means that Jessie Salco is up next! She earned this Internet title shot against Andrea Hernandez now let's see if she can cash in!

Simone: This next match will be nothing short of a war! Supreme Machine has done what no one else has managed when he laid out Fenris not once, but TWICE! But it was when he put his hands on Aron that brought this clash about! Fenris versus the Supreme Machine is next!

Adams: The World Mixed Tag Champs, Goth and Mercedes Vargas, were SUPPOSED to defend against the mother and son team of Crystal and Brayden Hilton, but they were pulled out due to personal reasons. Who is stepping in to take their place? The former champs themselves, and ANOTHER Hall of Fame team! Kris Ryans and Mikah!

Simone: Then it is time for the World Bombshell Championship as Amber Ryan defends against someone she has never faced before and that could spell her downfall as she faces the German Wrecking Machine aka Johanna Krieger!

Adams: And the Main Event! A Fatal Fourway for the World Heavyweight Championship! Mac Bane has to defend against three of the toughest men he could possibly step inside of the ring against in "Brother" David Shepherd! Austin James Mercer! And Senor Vinnie!

Simone: All this and more on SCW Inception V!

Dawn Barnes moves into the ring where she checks on the ropes and turnbuckles. Justin Decent climbs the ring steps and slides between the ropes into the ring and moves to the center of the ring where he brings the microphone to his lips.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Internet title...introducing first...from Baltimore Maryland...he is Godly Ken Davison.

The lights go down as the angelic sound of a choir begins singing. As the choir sing, a spotlight slowly comes on, revealing the silhouette of a man with his arms held out, forming a cross. The back outline of angel wings flanks him on both sides. The choir goes quiet as the lead vocals come in. The house lights come up and the man known throughout the wrestling world as "Godly" Ken Davison stands center stage, taking in the reaction of the crowd. As the main verse kicks in, Davison methodically walks down to the ring, ignoring everything else going on around him. The song continues and Davison removes his vestments, handing them to the ring attendant as the song continues. Davison circles the ring and as the chorus kicks in again, and Davison stands in the middle of the ring, once again posing with his arms out. As he stands still a red laser circles the arena. The red dot of the laser finally settles on the center of Davison's forehead and the sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the arena as the lights once again go dark. When the lights come back up, Davison is on his knees with his arms still extended.

Justin: And his opponent...

Suddenly, Fragments Of Insanity by Necrodeath plays over the sounds system as Agostino Romano comes out with James Brown from the curtain, wearing green and yellow wrestling trousers with green and yellow elbow pads and green and yellow boots, having his fists in the air with James Brown following behind him.

Justin: From Milan Italy, he is Agostino Romano!

Agostino does high fives to the crowd before seeing a kid in the front row which he pulls funny faces at along with giving them a hat from his Global Bike Championship days. He then goes inside of the ring and waves at the fans with the crowd cheering for him while James claps from outside of the ring before Agostino waits for his opponent to come out to the ring with James standing at ringside.

Simone: Dawn Barnes is telling the two the rules after calling them to the middle of the ring. The pair back away from each other as Dawn motions for the timekeeper.

Adams: Well there is Dawn Barnes signalling for the bell and Justin is leaving the ring. We are ready to start.

DING DING DING!

Ken and Agostino begin to circle in the middle of the ring then lunge together to lock up in a collar and elbow hold that neither man can gain the advantage of. Each pull and pushes to try to get the leverage and suddenly Agostino manage to twist enough to pull Ken into a headlock. Ken pushes at the back of Agostino to send him into the ropes and catches the rebounding Romano with a judo toss that sends him to the mat. Agostino is quickly to his feet as Davison stands as well. The two share a glare before Agostino moves in with a spear that drives Davison towards the corner. Ken leans back against the ropes breathing hard as Agostino starts using hard martial arts kicks to drive him further into the corner and sagging to the mat. Dawn moves into the corner to warn Agostino off as she checks on Ken who is pulling himself up with the ropes. Agostino moves back to the middle of the ring with a wary glance at Ken who comes out of the corner. Romano moves to meet him with a series of jabs that has Davison covering up before he steps back to get Agostino off balance then hits him with a spinning back kick that sends tumbling to the mat. Ken bounces off the ropes looking for a leg drop but Agostino scouts it and rolls quickly to the ropes. Davison smiles as he watches Romano rise as he wags his finger.

Adams: Looks like Davison thought that Agostino was going to be an easy opponent.

Using his hands and the ropes, Romano stands and leans against them as Davison turns to glare at him. The large man charges at him with a big boot attempt but Romano throws himself to the side and avoids the boot but Davison hurts his leg on the top rope. Agostino sees an advantage and rushes towards Davison to land on his back and take him off his feet with a reverse frankensteiner that sends Davison to the mat. Agostino quickly rushes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles to the top. Looking down at Davison who is slowly getting up, Agostino launches himself off the top rope with a frog splash that stops Davison from getting to his hands and knees. Agostino rolls to the side clutching his midsection in pain as Davison sucks in air from the frog splash. Agostino fights his way to his hands and knees and crawls towards Davison who sits up and turns with a glare at Romano who stops in his tracks with a surprised look on his face.

Simone: Well that was something that the champion wasn't expecting. Usually that stops anyone from getting up.

Agostino gets to his feet and then rushes to grab the leg of Davison to try and put in him a sharpshooter. Davison uses his leg strength to prevent the hold then kicks Agostino into the ropes. Romano rebounds as Davison rises. Catching Romano by the throat with two hands, he slams him to the mat. Agostino arches in pain as he rolls on the canvas. Davison stands over him before pulling him up and lifting him onto his shoulders. Davison punishes Agostino with a gorilla press before slamming him to the mat again. With Romano writhing on the mat, Davison drops to one knee and covers Romano carelessly. Agostino kicks out which only angers Davison who begins too rain down punches on him. Putting his hand on the throat of Romano, Davison again makes a pin. Barnes tells Davison that she won't make a count because of the choke hold that he is using for the pin. Davison growls at him to count the pin but Barnes shakes his head no. Agostino continues to kick as he tries to force the hand off his throat. Dawn begins to count after warning Davison he would disqualify him. Finally at four, Davison releases the hold on Romano's throat and rises towards Dawn menacingly as Agostino rolls out of the ring.

Adams: Looks like Romano is getting out of Dodge Belinda.

Simone: Might be a good idea Jason considering he does have the champions' advantage.

Ken moves towards the ropes as Agostino crawls to his hands and knees then to his feet. Ken is about to leave the ring when he is stopped by Dawn who motions him away from the ropes. He stays close enough as Agostino lunges under the bottom rope and catches the ankles of Davison to pull him off his feet. Ken goes down hard and grabs the back of his head in pain. Romano keeps a hold on the feet of Davison and pulls him towards the corner. Dawn is calling out to Agostino to get back in the ring. Romano rolls under the rope enough to restart the count. Rolling back to the outside, Agostino pulls the legs of Ken around the ringpost and then holding each ankle, he watches as Ken realizes what is happening and pleads for Agostino not to do what it appears he is going to do. Agostino crosses the leg of Davison around the ringpost then locks in a figure four around the unforgiving steel. Dawn is standing beside a screaming Ken Davison who is arched up in pain trying to find some way out of the painful hold. Dawn warns Agostino to release the hold and begins to count a five count. At four, Agostino releases the hold and Ken pulls himself backwards away from the ringpost. Agostino gets to his feet and then rolls under the ropes as Dawn moves to admonish him. He nods and then offers an apologetic look before moving towards a slow moving Ken who clutches at his knee in pain.

Simone: Instead of leaving, Agostino is punishing Ken Davison from the outside before bringing the match into the ring once more.

Agostino moves towards Ken who is limping along the ropes. Agostino smiles as he moves closer and pulls Davison into the middle of the ring. As he does, Ken reaches upward with one hand and catches Agostino in an iron claw which has the Italian screaming in an attempt to escape the hold. Dawn moves to check on the hold as Romano flails his arms around, one swing catching Dawn by accident. She staggers away as Davison is able to turn Agostino enough to lock on the stomach claw as well. Agostino tries to fight the hold and manages to dislodge the iron claw. Davison sees that Dawn is still on the side shaking the cobwebs out. Ken smirks and locks on the mandible claw which muffles the sounds of pain from Agostino. Dawn turns back only to see Agostino doubled over. Ken moves the mandible claw back to the iron claw. Dawn is checking on Romano who is desperately reaching for the ropes to escape the hold. Davison shakes his head and pulls Romano into the middle of the ring where he is far from the ropes and Agostino finally submits.

Simone: The hands of God have made the Internet champion submit.

Adams: That is it! We have a winner here tonight.

Dawn gets to her knees and signals for the bell as Ken lets go of Agostino who falls to the mat. Davison drops to his knees in excitement at the win.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match and NEW Internet champion, "Godly" Ken Davison!

Davison rises and has his arm raised before being handed the title. He moves to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle as Dawn checks on a disappointed Romano who rolls away to the ropes then under the bottom rope to head up the ramp.

Adams: We have a new internet champion Belinda.

Simone: And now Ken Davison has just put a target around his waist for sure.

Davison raises the title as his music fills the arena.

Meanwhile backstage, one of the venue's staff drags a heavy transit case, coloured dark red and scored with scratches, into the building and sets it down outside one of the multiple dressing rooms lining the hallway. Brushing the dust from his hands up into a cloud that hangs underneath the buzzing striplights, he takes a second to double-check the name scrawled in bright red on the door:

M A S Q U E

Rapping a knuckle against the wood he waits, absent-mindedly slapping a palm against his thigh. The door swings open to reveal a woman standing a clear head taller. Wearing a mid-calf, cherry-coloured dress and matching cardigan, she could be anyone doing anything in preparation for tonight's event ... Save the composite-porcelain mask held against her face with a prosthetic hand.

It is painted white but cracked – a lopsided spiral with haphazard arms of failure snaking across the temple and cheek. Flaking paint makes each line serrated like the edge of a knife. Black straps hang loosely around her shoulders, entwined in long blonde hair.

She cocks her head to the side.

Stage Hand: Uh ...

She waits. The Stage Hand's eyes drift down and fix on the thick ring of pink, marking the delineation between where flesh-and-blood ends and the electro-mechanical limb begins. He stares for a few long moments, before blinking and glancing back up.

Stage Hand: ... I'm sorry ...

Masque: What are you sorry for?

He looks around, down at the case, up again. Swallows reflexively. Back down at the case. Suddenly, he remembers.

Stage Hand: ... Your case!

Masque: Why are you sorry for doing what I asked you to do?

Lifting it up to present the carry-handle, the Stage Hand mumbles and steps back.

Stage Hand: Can I go?

Masque: Of course.

He quickly disappears.

???: Something to be said about Good Help and the difficulty to find it nowadays, hm?

The voice was smooth as velvet, the edges frayed in the twenty some odd year relationship with Camel non filters. The man himself seemed to appear from nowhere, lithe form leaned against a wall across from where the stagehand had just made his tactical retreat. Glasz orbs level upon the terrifying porcelain, tired face tilted slightly.

Matthew Knox: Of course, you don't quite look like you need help.

Masque turns away and steps back into the dressing room.

Masque: Are you my songbird?

With one hand to hold her mask in place, she stops – still facing away.

Masque: Would you mind?

She gestures with her prosthetic at the loose straps about her shoulders.He eyes the straps unmoving for a moment, eyes narrowing if only slightly, trying to figure out the move. If there was a move.

Matthew Knox: Songbird? Suppose i've been called worse...far as the straps, I would say that i'm not wearing anything to cover my face...but, in the interest of good first impressions.

He stepped toward her then, taking the straps almost gently and tying them deftly into a bow, briefly flashing back to small shoes and impatient daughters before letting his hands drop.

Matthew Knox: There...now we're off on the right foot at least.

She runs a hand across the top of her head, brushing against the bow until the fingers curl around the plastic. She pushes, and nods.

Masque: Thank you ... Please bring my case in and close the door behind you.

The dressing room is empty, save a light black outer jacket hung on a solitary peg. She turns and sits – perched at the very edge of the bench running along three sides, hands turned down with palms in the crevice between her knees. She cocks her head to the side and looks up at him.

Masque: I am glad you came.

He set the case down by the door, presuming to close it as she gets situated. He let out a small breath he hadn't realized that he'd been holding as he turned to face down the masked woman. His expression remained flat, however openly his eyes seemed to be picking her apart. Or making the best effort to, anyway.

Matthew Knox: I assure you, that sentiment will change.

He walked forward, taking a seat on the section of bench across from her. He lets his posture relax, leaned forward with his forearms resting upon his kneecaps. The silence lingers, his eyes trying to see past the mask, focusing on the eyes that return his gaze so he doesn't focus on the uncomfortable chill in his spine.

Matthew Knox: I'm going to assume you know what drove me to come here?

Masque: You are going to interfere.

Her bright blue eyes match Knox's gaze dead-level, but her face tips around, chin tilting. After a few moments, she abruptly looks away at her case and pulls it close. Releasing the clasp, she makes quick work of emptying the contents: ring gear, toiletries and a small wooden box secured with a bronze locking pin.

She opens it and from the red fabric-cushioned inside pulls a second prosthetic. The hand is bone-white, black ribbons swirling around each finger and crowned with painted triangles that look like thorns. He watches her silently, curious at the story behind the prosthetics but deciding to leave it as something to be discovered the deeper they get into the coming storm.

He couldn't stop the dry chuckle at the lightest pun.

Matthew Knox: Well, if you'll forgive the arrogance I don't plan on failure in my endeavor so...I think of it more as I'm going to stop you and your bullshit.

A death blow to the shaky pleasantries. He straightened his back now, forearms sliding so his pale hands can take purchase upon knees that popped any time they bent nowadays.

Matthew Knox: The person you're....well, i'm not quite sure how you would phrase what you're doing, so we'll just go with 'manipulating'....aside from not deserving the cruelty of the act, if you succeed it will mean torment for a lot of people.And though they themselves may be deserving of said cruelty...I can't quite allow a world where She has to deal with the guilt of those actions.

A pause, a smaller chuckle than the last at his own long-windedness.

Matthew Knox: I'm sure you'll understand, and this is where you promise to play nice, yes?

With a twist, Masque rotated her plastic hand ninety degrees. The fingers splayed out, straining for a second, before curling up tight in a fist. Lifting it from the remains of her forearm, she dropped it onto the floor with a clatter and twirled the titanium post cemented into her ulna and radius. The silver rod shimmered under humming striplights, making the bunched scar tissue appear to shift.

Masque: Or what? You will take my other hand?

Matthew Knox: I was thinking maybe your head.

Cool, even and free of the mirth that ran however subtly through the rest of his words. He shifts on the bench, one hand reaching up to run through raven hair that was quickly becoming more dove like in color. Well, quicker than a man as vain as he would like to admit.

Matthew Knox: Amber Ryan matters a great deal to a great many. As much as you seem to think she matters to you but people like you, Masque....no one actually matters to you, do they? No, that part of you...that lets things matter. It's as gone as your hand isn't it?

She cocks her head again, blue eyes regarding her stump for a second before finding Knox again.

Masque: She is not the Hurricane-With-A-Heart-of-Gold you think she is. It is a survival reflex; to act as if you might have some moral centre buried under the terrible things she had seen and done. And let be done ... But ...

She stares at the post on her wrist.

Masque: ... There is beautiful purity in that. A powerful weapon. So very dangerous ...

Her voice shifts up an octave, almost sing-song.

Masque: Intoxicating. Exciting.

He can't stop the facial twitch, eyes narrowing.

Matthew Knox: She's just a person. Same as you, me. Everyone. She has trauma, more than her fair share..but still. What you see as a toy? Something to be prodded?

He shakes his head, an irritated sigh coming from him as he breaks eye contact, taking a moment for the sake of composure.

Matthew Knox: Stop twisting my friend up, or I'll make you go away. Are we clear?

She laughs. Sweet and light.

Masque: What do you think is happening here, Songbird? A toy? You insult her more than you fight for her honour – And you were asked to do neither. Look at this.

Leaning forward, she holds out her twisted forearm.

Masque: Do I look superhuman? As if I am any less weak than you?

She laughs again.

Masque: A toy! Who has ever forced Amber Ryan to do anything against her will. I am not a puppetmaster, and you are not a plucky hero. She had a hero once before, he wore a hat ...

Trailing off, she looks away as if lost in some tangent.

Masque: I am not twisting her. I am saving her; remaking her. She will be renewed and resplendent.

A deep breath, blue eyes roll shut for a second.

Masque: It will be such a rapture. Of course, you are free to try to stop me, if you really believe I am some witch with powers beyond your ken ...

She looks at her wrist.

Masque: You might even succeed, but I promise the price you pay – the price she will pay if you do – will be too high.

He soaks in her words, eyes following hers to the stump as they move before snapping back to the source of what felt like venom to his ears. A million quips and threats dance upon his tongue only to die unspoken. Something between a smirk and a snarl finally cracks his stone face as he responds.

Matthew Knox: It will be far less than the one you'll pay for having tried, I assure you...

He stood then, with as much Regency as he could. Ever the stately old Corvid. A step over the bench and toward the door. He pauses, turning back to her with a decidedly pleasant smile on his face.

Matthew Knox: Good luck tonight. I'll be sure to watch your work closely.

Dipping her head, she reaches down and retrieves her decidedly more-ornate prosthetic from inside its softbox. Masque fixes it into position with a savage twist against the titanium post.

Masque: I hope so. Thank you for coming to see me.

They lock eyes one final time.

Masque: I think we will see each other again very soon.

Backstage at the Reno Events Center, a familiar face is seen coming from the office of SCW management. Former Sin City Roulette Champion Max Burke is at Inception V.

Max: What a crazy year 2021 was for Max Burke. Ups and downs. I took the Underground by storm. It all started with a phone call from Erik Skaggs. I honestly didn't think I'd ever return to wrestling in an in ring capacity. I was enjoying life away from the spotlight. But, I did.

Max smirks.

Max: I returned under a veil of mystery under the mask of Abaddon. I engaged in a blood feud with Raab, and the Monstimals. Joining GRIME, we ran roughshod in the Underground. When the time was right, I removed the hood of Abaddon and captured the Nightmare championship. I took on all challenges until a familiar foe reared its ugly head.

Max strokes his beard for a moment. He sighs under his breath.

Max: Injuries are a part of this damn business, and my knee failed me. I stepped away. I didn't want to. I had no choice. I was dominant as the World Nightmare Champion. SCU and GRIME reignited my passion for this business that I grew up in. Another surgery, and months of rehab was devastating to my mental health, not to mention the crazy times we are in. Setbacks are a part of this game. What got me through it? A simple video call from Mark Ward. He was the one to check in. The first call led to many. He never said it. He never pushed it. But, it's no secret that Mark and I have a long history.

Max nods at a few of the crew as they pass by.

Max: It's been a grueling rehab, but I finally got what I was looking for. The years are not kind to a wrestler's body, but I finally got the answer I was waiting for. "Max, you're cleared. I'm confident in your progress, you're good to return to in ring competition if that's what you want."

Max looks down at the papers in his hand. The smile on his face cannot be contained.

Max: You see, the Blast holds a special place in my heart. It's about honoring the history of our business, and the Burke name is synonymous with professional wrestling. I made the call, and the spot is mine.

Max looks down at the papers in his hands again. He lifts the contract into the view of the camera.

Max: But, I'm not just back for the Blast. Mark decided to slide a full time contract my way to return home. Sin City Wrestling I'm back. Time to enjoy the show. See you soon.

Justin: This match is our second match of this evening. This match pits two newcomers to Sin City Wrestling as they make their debut in Sin City Wrestling. First to make their way to the ring, from parts unknown, standing in at six feet and one hundred twenty-nine pounds, please give a great Reno, Nevada, welcome for "THE RAPTURE" MASQUE!!!

The lights go out and the arena is plunged into darkness. A single spotlight illuminates the entranceway, as the choral refrain asks, "WILL THE CIRCLE BE UNBROKEN?" Stepping into the brightness Masque drops to her knees and with a head tipped upwards and stares into the rafters with her arms held outwards. After a few seconds she brings her gloved palms together in an apparent moment of prayer. Climbing back to her feet Masque interlocks her fingers and makes her languid way down the ramp with her hands pressed together against her chest. Periodically she stops in front of a gesticulating whooping member of the audience and offers them her hand. Some shrink back while others grasp it with theirs. All quiet down as she turns her eyes on them. Masque walks to the ring and passes at the ring steps where she drops to one knee and touches a hand from her heart onto the metalwork running fingers against scuffed steel. Once she climbs onto the apron Masque raises a long leg up, hovers it just above the top rope and rolls through; using momentum to spin her entire body over and inside in a single fluid twirl and the fans react favorably to the maneuver. Masque lands sitting on the mat, hands clasped together again and looking up at the lights. After a short time Masque gets to her feet and moves to a corner where she leans back waiting for her opponent to make their way to the ring.

Simone: Wow! Masque is very confident and she's the type of wrestler I enjoy watching even though this will be my first time watching her in person.

Adams: We will see how this match goes so no need to jump to final conclusions before the match starts.

Justin: Next to make their way to the ring, from Dunfermline, Scotland, standing in at six feet and one hundred sixty-eight pounds, please give a great Reno, Nevada, welcome for "THE BJG" KAIJU RAINBOW!!!

"Coming In Hot" by Diamante hits the speakers and multi-colored lights flash around the arena as KAIJU RAINBOW walks out from the backstage area onto the landing at the top of the entrance ramp. She swigs her Glenfiddich whiskey flask, before screaming out, and slapping hands with the fans on the way to the ring. The fans give a mixed reaction due to her being new to Sin City Wrestling. When she arrives at the the ring she runs at the ring and dives and slides under the bottom ropes into the ring. KAIJU climbs onto the turnbuckle, and screams out to the crowd before jumping to the mat and turning to face her opponent, Masque, who is on the opposite side of the ring.

Adams: Now that's the type of wrestler I enjoy watching. Energetic, confident, and ready to make her name in Sin City Wrestling.

Simone: Yeah. Make her name of being the loser to Masque in their debut match in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: Both wrestlers are six feet tall but Masque is one hundred twenty-nine pounds and Kaiju is one hundred sixty eight pounds. Those near forty pounds of weight advantage for Kaiju may make the difference in this match.

Simone: I believe what you are trying to say, Jason, is that Masque has kept herself in shape while Kaiju has spent more time at the all-you-can-eat buffet.

Adams: That is a rude and uncalled for comment.

Simone: So?

Referee Jacob Summers checks both wrestlers to ensure they do not have any foreign objects, weapons, or foreign substance on them. Satisfied both are clean he motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell to officially start this match.

DING DING DING!

Both wrestlers move to the center of the ring and we immediately have a stare down with neither wrestler throwing the first blow. Masque challenges Kaiju to hit her but notifying her after her shot she gets to land whatever she wants on Kaiju. Not willing to get involved in that challenge Kaiju turns away from her. With her back turned to Masque we are not surprised when Masque lands a hard forearm blow to the back of Kaiju's head. This causes Kaiju to spin around and quickly leap up and land a kick to the side of Masque's head. Although she is staggered Masque retains her balance and goes for a leg sweep and she is successful and trips up Kaiju who on her back on the mat. Masque takes the opportunity to leap onto Kaiju for the pin. Although she hooks both legs Kaiju gets her shoulder up before the Referee can complete a one count. Masque gets to her feet and jaws at Referee Jacob Summers complaining she feels he was too slow to start the pin count. Summers reminds her that he is the Referee for the match, he is in charge of the match, and he tells her to stop complaining.

Adams: That was an interesting exchange of blows and moves by both wrestlers. I don't feel that Masque should have complained to the Referee as it isn't the place of wrestlers to tell the Referee how to officiate a match.

Simone: I feel Referee Summers was also slow getting into position to make the pin count.

Adams: Even had Referee Summers had been in position immediately to start the count on the attempted pinfall the fact that Kaiju got her shoulder up quickly there's no way Masque would have managed to get a three count on the attempted pin for the win.

Simone: We are both entitled to our interpretation of what happened and I feel your interpretation is wrong.

Masque is upset with Referee Summers and her frustration is easily seen. She starts yelling at Kaiju who doesn't respond to the tirade of Masque. When Masque charges Kaiju it is Kaiju who moves to the side which causes Masque to miss the hit. Masque turns around and charges Kaiju again and this time Kaiju grabs the arm of Masque and whips her hard into the corner. Upset at the maneuver Masque quickly climbs to the top of the corner and leaps off. Unfortunately for her Kaiju caches her on her way down then spins and slams Masque to the mat where she goes for the pin. Referee Summers gets a one count but Masque gets out of the pin before he can deliver a two count.

Adams: Nice counter by Kaiju but she was only able to get a one count before Masque got out of the pin.

Simone: Shows you that it takes more than what Kaiju had to take out Masque.

Masque is quicker to get to her feet than Kaiju and she takes advantage of it by running into her and forcing her back hard into the corner. Masque backs off and Kaiju is about to slide down the ropes to the mat. To keep that from happening Masque pulls Kaiju up and then grabs the ropes and slams her with her body several times into the corner again. When Masque backs off again Kaiju drops to the mat in the corner with her arms through the ropes. Masque steps in and starts delivering blows on Kaiju and Referee Jacob Summers steps in and orders Masque to get back since Kaiju is on the ropes and it is illegal to land blows in that situation. Masque refuses to back off and she continues trying to land blows on Kaiju even though she has been warned by the Referee. Since she refuses to back down Referee Summers threatens her with a Disqualification and when she still refuses to back down Referee Summers begins a quick count to the Disqualification.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Just as Referee Summers is moving his hand to make the five count for the Disqualification we see Masque back up and away from Summers and Kaiju. This breaks the Referee's count just one away from a Disqualification.

Adams: You would think when a wrestler as an advantage in a match they wouldn't do something that nearly causes them to get disqualified and lose the match.

Simone: I agree with you but I also realize wrestlers get really into the action and at times they forget that they are doing something that might cause them to be disqualified.

Masque doesn't seem to care that the Referee just came one count short of a Disqualification on her. She again aggressively approaches Kaiju in the corner. Kaiju dives out of the corner which causes Masque to slam into the corner. When Masque turns around she is hit with a spinning kick to the head of Masque. After the blow Masque is still on her feet and she comes out of the corner to be met with a kick to her midsection. When Masque doubles over from the kick to the stomach Kaiju hits her with a DDT then rolls her over for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

The fans are surprised when Masque powers out of the pin attempt. We can tell Kaiju wasn't expect that either. Again both wrestlers get to their feet and they are in a standoff.

Adams: Another near win there for Kaiju Rainbow.

Simone: Are you aware that a miss is not a near win it is a miss straight up.

After a short time staring at each other the two charge and slam into each other. They start trading blows with Referee Jacob Summers watching closely to ensure there are no illegal blows. Kaiju and Masque continue trading various blows when we see Kaiju take several steps back then quickly landing a roundhouse kick to the head of Masque. Although Masque is staggered by the kick she remains on her feet and focused on Kaiju. When Kaiju steps toward Masque she quickly hits Kaiju with a Shining Wizard which drops Kaiju to the mat. Kaiju quickly manages to get to her feet and she charges Masque but Masque hits her Rapture Mandible Claw and she drops Kaiju to the mat. Kaiju is unable to get herself out of the hold on her jaw and mouth even though she is trying hard. Referee Summers steps in and asks Kaiju if she wants to submit. She is struggling and obviously able to answer verbally so Referee Jacob Summers calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Referee Summers orders Masque to release her hold on Kaiju and she does so. Summers then orders her to move away from Kaiju and stand off to the side until the decision on the match has been delivered and Masque obeys the Referee.

Adams: What just happened? I didn't see Kaiju tap out and for sure she wasn't able to talk and verbally tell the Referee she wanted to submit in the match.

Simone: What happened is since Kaiju wasn't tapping out, and was unable to verbally relate her intention, Referee Summers made the decision to stop the match to avoid possible serious injury to Kaiju.

Referee Jacob Summers meets with Justin Decent and he explains to Justin his decision on the match. Justin walks to the center of the ring while Referee Summers walks over to Masque.

Justin: Here is the official decision on this match. Referee Jacob Summers decided to stop the match due to Kaiju not being able to verbally inform him of her decision and she wasn't tapping out with her hands. He said to avoid possible injury he decided to be cautious and end the match. So the winner of this match, classified as by submission, MASQUE!!!

Referee Jacob Summers raises the hand of Masque for the win. Half the crowd erupts with cheers for the win by Masque and the other half protest since they feel Kaiju got robbed of a chance to continue in the match. Summers drops the hand of Masque and she exits the ring and quickly makes her way into the backstage area. Back in the ring Referee Summers is checking on Kaiju and she states she is okay but her head is sore. She slowly slides out of the ring then slowly makes her way into the backstage area.

Adams: I hope they schedule these two for a rematch in the near future. I'm sure Kaiju would like to get revenge.

Simone: There's a saying that goes you should be careful what you ask for as you might just get it.

The camera finds Matthew Knox in a tucked away corner of the backstage area, warming up for his match with "the Prankster" via shadowboxing. His face tells the tale, obviously still irate and shaken from his encounter with the all too mysterious Masque. The sound of approaching footsteps causes him to drop his hands, letting out a sigh as he opens the gym bag placed neatly on the equipment care next to him.

Matthew Knox: Thought you'd be here sooner...

Storming up with a face like the hurricane she was analogized as, SCW Bombshells World Champion Amber Bane-Ryan fronted up to the Morbid Corvid with little hesitation or care.

Amber Ryan: Are you actually out of your goddamn fucking mind... Honestly Matt, are you stupid or are you really actively trying to make my life that much more difficult...

Matthew stared down at her with a quirked eyebrow, making no move to give the any space.

Matthew Knox: You, the person who has apparently thrown in with a fucking psycho talking about Rapture and speaking in cryptic half truths more than I could ever hope to, is accusing ME of making their life hard?

He chuckles openly in the face of the cannon, it's fuse lit.

Matthew Knox: You might need to reframe that, Dear.

Running a hand through her crimson mane frustratedly, Amber paces back and forth a few steps as though trying to pick her way through everything she arguably wants to say for something that she actually can.

Amber Ryan: What you need to do is stay out of my fucking business for awhile cause who I happen to interact with really has no bearing on you. You say you care but proceed to trample across every boundary you can find, then blame everyone else when you get in too deep to keep digging your way out.

Sighing annoyedly, Amber throws her hands up briefly.

Amber Ryan: This 'psycho' and I have history... and it's not up to you to deem how worthwhile of my time it is to deal with.

Now it was his face that twisted into something less than neutral, his mouth agape for a moment before a scoff falls from it, his gaze shifts away from her, hand coming up to wag a finger more at the situation than her.

Matthew Knox: No Bearing...Right. Lets just, leave the whole 'friends do for each other' sentiment in whatever grave you keep trying to put it in, and look at this rationally. You start acting fucking psycho. Legit unwell, speaking cryptically instead of bluntly. The Porcelain cunt shows up, and starts doing the same shit...

He brings the finger still, and directed right at her face.

Matthew Knox: I told you, I wouldn't sit in the stands while you crumble. And when the fucking source material for whatever the fuck is trying to drag you under shows itself, i'm not gong to do fucking nothing about it. No matter how big you puff up at me....

A pause, he leans down to get eye level with her, his voice dropping an octave.

Matthew Knox: If it's even YOU puffing.

Amber leans in, the pair almost nose to nose with the tension peaking as their eyes lock onto the shreds of the others soul.

Amber Ryan: Does this look like I'm crumbling?

Amber pulls back, resisting the urge to put her fist through a mouth with far too many teeth for the words he was spitting. Instead shifting the World Title on her shoulder to focus.

Amber Ryan: Does this belt tell you that I'm crumbling? Cause to me... it tells me that I spent the last 300 plus days being the most dominant force in this company. No one has been able to stop me. No barbed wire, no explosives, no Christmas themed bullshit or food fights... not even fire can fucking touch me right now.

Amber shrugs non-chalantly, the title snuggled back into pride of place.

Amber Ryan: By all means though... keep playing the hero, darling. Savior to none. Let's see where it really gets you...

Matthew straightened up, shaking his head.

Matthew Knox: Right on schedule. Little bit of truth in your face, and you cling to your reign here...Impressive at it is, that title?

He raises a finger, tapping the centerplate as he speaks.

Matthew Knox: That's a fucking half-inflated raft in the middle of the goddamn pacific, and you have no oars on board. Keep it, by god keep it because I'm not trying to see what happens without it....

He pauses, wetting his lips as he steps back, returning to his bag and its contents, soon revealed to beface paint.

Matthew Knox: But save using it as a fucking ripcord for the fools who still believe your bullshit, Red.

Amber scoffs as she turns to leave.

Amber Ryan: All of this coming from a man who can't decide whether it's his soul he's trying to salvage or someone else's. Pick which side of your mouth you wanna speak from and stick with it, might give what you say a little bit of legitimacy before you blow it again...

With that, Amber had disappeared again like a fury-fuelled red mist leaving everything in it's wake stained with intent.

The scene opens backstage at Inception V where we see the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Krystal Wolfe standing by with her managers Matthew Kennedy and Marty McFarge ready to be interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains whilst her younger cousin Cassie plays on her Nintendo Switch in the background.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay, first off, do you guys have any pre-written questions for me or are you going to let me do my job unimpeded?

Matthew: You may proceed.

Marty: We learned from that mistake last time sweet cheeks.

Rocky ignores Marty's nickname for her whilst Krystal rolls her eyes and Cassie can be seen chuckling to herself in the background.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good! Now Krystal, we all know that you've been a fighting champion since the Bombshell Roulette Title Reign started last May but many are predicting that Keira Fisher-Johnson will be the one to end the reign at.......

Krystal: 245 days.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Right! What are your thoughts on that?

Krystal: It's funny that you bring up the start of my reign because many people back then were predicting that I'd be another one and done champion and yet here I am, 245 days later having defended the title seven times! Tonight's match will be defence number eight and whilst I've already broken two of Sam Marlowe's records with this reign I'm not slowing down any time soon! Especially with the Blast from the Past Tournament right around the corner.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: You've brought up Sam Marlowe a few times, is she another one of your dream opponents?

Krystal: Absolutely! Because why shouldn't there be a match between the only Bombshell Roulette Champions to reach the two hundred day mark? Obviously this title will play a huge role in determining how that match goes but it took Sam Marlowe three tries to reach the two hundred day mark, I did it in one!

Cassie lets out a low whistle in the background as Marty and Matthew chuckle.

Krystal: But before we get to that, I have another name to check off the bucket list! Keira, I respect the hell out of you as a wrestler and a person but once that bell rings this title is all that matters! This is my eighth defence, something that didn't come easy and that should tell you one thing, that I never take the easy way out in the ring and I will always lay it all on the line regardless of who my opponent is!

Krystal flashes the Roulette Title ring that she got from Matthew for Christmas.

Krystal: After all, you don't have people making custom rings for your championship reign for nothing! As for that Roulette Wheel, I have a few stipulations that I'd personally like to see us compete in but much like the Blast from the Past draw that's all up to lady luck but since I won this title she hasn't let me down yet!

Krystal adds as she flips some hair over her shoulder.

Krystal: At the end of the day Keira, we're one show into the year and we already have a match of the year candidate between us but once the dust settles, my reign will be up to eight defences after your are struck by "Down Under Thunder" Krystal Wolfe and THAT is ready for Prime Time!

Krystal, Marty and Matthew walk off unknowingly leaving Cassie behind, the eighteen year old glances up from her game and glances around before realizing that she is alone before going up to Rocky.

Cassie: Can I just say one thing before I run off to catch up with Krystal?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Err, sure!

Cassie gets serious for a moment.........before a big goofy grin appears on her face.

Cassie: HI MOM!

Cassie runs off leaving the bemused Rocky behind as the scene fades.

Justin: The following match is for one fall! Introducing first.

The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie.

Justin: Hailing from Baltimore, Maryland by way of Monterey, California.... Matthew.. The Raven!! Knox!!!

Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for his opponent to make his way to the ring.

Justin: And his opponent.

The opening rift of "Astronaut in the Ocean" suddenly blares over the sound system as Shane Hawthorne bursts through the curtain with a confetti cannon in one hand and a powder cannon in the other. The crowd is going crazy as he pops the powder cannon at the top of the stage as pyro goes off behind him.

Justin: Making his way down the aisle, from Huntington Beach, California, weighing in at two hundred thirty four pounds, he is "The Prankster" Shane Hawthorne Shane runs down the ramp, jumps onto a trampoline, flips over the top rope and ranger rolls toward the center of the ring. He hops up onto the nearest turnbuckle, brings up the confetti cannon. He holds up three fingers as he and the crowd count together. At the count of one, he fires off the cannon as confetti falls from the ceiling as well. The crowd is laughing as Shane stumbles getting down off the turnbuckles. Knox can already be seen shaking his head at Shane's antics.

ADAMS: I like this Hawthorne kid!

Simone: You would..

DING DING DING!

Right out of the gate Knox comes charging at Hawthorne aggressively with a clothesline but Hawthorne manages to duck it just in time. Laughing and dancing around to avoid the various kicks Knox is aiming at him until he gets too cocky and Knox catches him with a vicious European uppercut that drives him to the corner where Knox follows him in and on the second rope starts slamming down fists with Hawthorne trying to cover himself as the crowd counts along.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Knox jumps down grabbing Hawthorne by the hand and goes to sling him in the corner but Hawthorne reverses it midway and sends Knox into the corner instead but before he can capitalize on it Knox comes charging from the corner with a clothesline knocking Hawthorne down.

Adams: Woah! Knox is aggressive tonight.

SIMONE: I don't think he likes the antics of the young Hawthorne much. The kid is half his age!

The crowd normally more in his corner give Knox a mixed reaction at his aggressive approach to this match. When Knox goes in to kick Hawthorne he rolls away evading the hit and in doing so angering Knox even more. Hawthorne rolls to his feet and immediately dropkicks Knox who stumbles back into the ropes. Hawthorne immediately goes in for the attack with a flurry of punches and kicks especially aimed at the gut and ribs. Hawthorne kicks Knox in the gut and follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker.

Adams: The kid has got a fight in him!

Simone: Beautiful swinging neckbreaker by Hawthorne but I am not sure if that did not just piss off Knox even more.

Knox gets to his feet and as Hawthorne goes in to strike at him, Knox connects with a vicious and lightning quick roundhouse kick. Going in to grab Hawthorne with a snarl on his face Knox drives his knee to the gut of Hawthorne. Before slamming him to the mat, he follows in right away to deliver a couple of straight punches to the face but Hawthorne rolls them over and through wrapping up Knox in a small package.

ONE!

T....

KICKOUT!

Knox kicks out just as the hand of the referee slammed down on the mat for the two.

Crowd: TWOOOOOO

The crowd chants along with the referee signaling it was a two count. As Knox gets to his feet Hawthorne comes in charging in with a slingshot spear connecting with the ribs of Knox sending them crashing to the mat. Hawthorne quickly goes for the pin again.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

This time not even a two count before Knox throws Hawthorne off of him.

Adams: Good offense from the kid. I am impressed.

Simone: Not even a two count on the spear I am afraid it will need more to get Knox to stay down.

Hawthorne argued for a moment with the ref about it being just a one count but as he turns around Knox is right there and grabs him in a belly to belly suplex. As Hawthorne is dazed for a moment Knox grabs his ankle locking in the ankle lock grounding the evasive youngster. Hawthorne squirms and wriggles until he can get himself dragged to the ropes and the referee orders Knox to break the count which he does. Only to grab Hawthorne right away and toss him with a release German Suplex.

Adams: Advantage Knox again!

Simone: Beautiful snap into that released German suplex and Knox is far from done with the young one.

Knox immediately follows him in and grabs him again and goes for another German suplex. When Knox goes towards Hawthorne, he rolls away to avoid Knox's attempt at grabbing him again. low drop kick to the shins of Knox sending him to the mat Hawthorne goes for the move he calls gracious landing which is a springboard 450 splash he finds nothing there but ring mat and crashes on it hard. Knox rolls him over and goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adams: The veteran Knox has gotten the upper hand now after that crash and burn. But only a two count this time!

Simone: Knox is stalking him now looking to end this soon.

Knox's striking game is shown with a series of different kicks to the hip and knees of the youngster and blocking Hawthorne's at punches. Keeping his defense up, not taking the young man lightly. Hawthorne dives in clasping on and going to set up for the Book of Shane. Knox manages to free himself with a few stiff elbows to the neck of Hawthorne and as soon as he is free Knox turns and connects with a vicious discus elbow connecting hard making Hawthorne stumble back. The crowd is mixed in who to react the most for as both are crowd favorites. The funny young man appealing to the younger members of the audience and Knox having shown his skills before is appealing to the long time followers of SCW.

Adams: Mixed crowd reaction to that hard knockdown by Knox

Simone: Knox is not easily beaten but neither is Hawthorne here. The young man is showing some guts here tonight.

The discus elbow has Hawthorne reeling and Knox capitalizes on this and goes for a stiff kick to the gut followed by a knee strike to the face. Hawthorne tries to shake it off and connects with a stiff kick to the shin to get Knox to back up a bit from him and it works for a moment as Knox goes to grab his shin and is visibly grumbling in the ring.

Adams: Knox is getting annoyed I think.

Simone: Whatever gave you that idea the snarl on his face or him literally calling the kid annoying just now.

Knox goes to strike Hawthorne again with a vicious spinning heel kick but the young man avoids it but not the round house kick that follows it directly and Hawthorne stumbles into Knox who lifts him up on his shoulders giving a sharp cry that the crowd responds to before hitting "Into the void"

Adams: INTO THE VOID!!!!

Knox goes for the cover right away. He motions along with the count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Knox gets to his feet and the referee raises his hand in victory.

Justin: Your winner... Matthew "The Raven" Knox!!

Bill and Bea Barnhart are backstage with Scott Oliver.

Scott: Bill you had some great, positive, and confident comments leading up to this match for your second defense of the Roulette Championship. Are you looking forward to any particular rules or stipulations for the Roulette wheel to land on?

Bill: I'm a fantastic wrestler and a master when wrestling in any type of match. It doesn't matter where the Roulette Wheel lands. Whatever it comes up with I'll perform exceptionally well as I always do.

Scott: Now that's what I call oozing confidence Bill.

Bill: Better than oozing the bullshit Alexander Raven is oozing.

Scott: Bea do you anticipate any form of interference or attacks during Bill's match with Alexander?

Bea: Nope. Although untalented wrestlers and cowards often resort to cheating and interference I doubt after what has been going on in Sin City Wrestling lately that others don't want to be confronted by Mark and Chris due to illegal behavior. However being the cautious person I am it has been arranged to have people watching Bill's match and the area around ringside to ensure nobody does something stupid.

Scott: I wish you the best for your match Bill.

Bill: I always give my best in every match Scott. I feel sorry for Alexander Raven for what he got himself into but what is done is done, the match has been scheduled, and he has only two options.

Scott: And those options are?

Bill: Run away from participating in the match and save himself getting severely beat down or show up for the match and get severely beat down.

Scott: Thanks for taking time with me before your match. Looking forward to your performance.

Bill and Bea turn and start walking down the hallway to get to the staging area to be ready for their entrance for Bill's match. The camera person remains focused on the two until they disappear around a corner then they cut their camera feed.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!!!

As all the lights dim, blue and red lights begin to flicker on the stage, images of ravens flying appearing on the screen. 'Ladies and Gentleman' as these words fill the arena a loud bang of pyro is joined with blinding white lights. These flicker rapidly for a few moments, 'because the devil has my throat,' as these words of the song flow out, out steps Alexander Raven into the centre of the stage. He gazes across the crowd, pulling his cloak tightly around his shoulders, his eyes opened wide a slight smile tugging at his lips. The flashing off the lights stops. 'I am the powers that be!' in sync with these lines he throws his hands up, basking in the reaction of the crowd, beginning to slowly walk down the ramp. He strolls towards the ring leisurely, crossing his arms across his chest, head tilted back, soaking in the world around him. Slowly he begins to ascend the stairs to the left of the ramp, once in the ring, spinning his way to the centre of the ring, dropping to his knees. He hunches over and places his fists on the canvas. 'I am the alpha! and the omega!' as soon as these words come out, he lifts himself backwards slightly, the cloak slipping from his shoulders as he extends his arms to the sky, staring upwards, soaking everything in once again. Slowly he raises to his feet, pushing his cloak from the ring slowly with his foot.

Justin: Currently in the ring!! standing in at 6'2 and weighing in at 215 pounds!! Hailing from San Antonio, Texas!!! Alexander Raven!!!!

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 by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris 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 crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.

Justin: And his opponent!! Accompanied by his manager Bea Barnhart!! Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia!! He is the current Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion!! Bill Barnhart!!!!!

The camera turns to Rocky Mountains as she stands with he Roulette wheel and takes a spin, the wheel turns until it slowly degreases speed before landing on.....

Justin: Tonight's match will be a submission match only match!!!

DING DING DING!

Alexander Raven charges out of the corner after the bell has rang and surprises the veteran Bill Barnhart with stiff forearm shots to the side of his face. Driving him into his own corner where Bill receives a few more shots to the head before Alexander whips him out of the corner. Bill reverses the Irish Whip and whips Alexander chest first into the turnbuckles and follows it up with a running lariat from behind. This causes Alexander to drop down hard on the canvas as Bill looks at the crowd with a smile upon his face while the fans boo him.

Simone: Nice start from Alexander, but just like that Bill has turned the tide of the match with just one reversal of the Irish Whip.

Adams: Bill is a seasoned veteran, he uses his mass and girth to his advantage as well as his power. It's going to be interesting on how these two will combat each other.

Bill grabs the hair of Alexander and drags him up to his feet while ignoring the warnings Jasmine before placing both of Alexander's arms over the top ropes attached to the turnbuckles and makes a gesture for everyone to be silent

Simone: This won't be nice for Alexander!!

Bill delivers a heavy knife edge chop, causing the slap to be heard across the arena as the fans do a whoo chant in answer to the chop. Bill follows up the chop with another and another as he hits a fourth before turning his attention to his wife on the outside the of the ring near the ring post and tells her that the next one is for her. He then turns his attention back to Alexander, who hits an elbow right between the eyes of Bill as that staggers him away from Alexander. Who charges in on Bill and locks him in a Belly to Back Suplex in the middle of the ring before going for a Crippler Crossface. Locking the hands together as Bill is reaching for the ropes and forces the hold to be broken. Alexander pulls Bill up to his feet and charges towards the ropes before going for a Lou Thesz Press. But Bill catches the Lou Thesz Press attempt from Alexander and wraps his massive arms around the waist of Alexander Raven as he has him locked in a Bearhug.

Adams: Bill had that move well scouted!!! He is going to squeeze the life out of Alexander Raven!!

Simone: Indeed Jason!! As he has extra leverage on Alexander as he has him lifted off the canvas !!

Jasmine is checking on the challenger for Bill's Roulette championship, whether he wishes to give in to the painful hold but refuses. Alexander has his hands across the face of Bill, trying to make breathing difficult for him before blasting both hands across the side of Bills head, hitting the temples hard with the wrist areas of his hands as that causes Bill to shake his head in dizziness

Simone: Oh my God!! Bill is refusing to let go!!!

This forces Alexander to hit Bill across the face once again and this time it is enough for Bill to let go off his challenger and staggers backwards. Alexander has ran to the ropes before passing Bill from behind as he runs to the ropes that is facing Bill. There he jumps off the ropes with a Springboard Elbow that connects with Bill in the face as that topples the current Roulette champion before Alexander goes for a Camel Clutch submission hold. But Bill is close to the ropes as Bea suddenly places Bills boot on the bottom rope as that forces Jasmine to break the hold

Adams: Oh man, that is a tough break for Alexander Raven, he thought he had that Camel Clutch locked in deep!!!

Alexander Raven looks at the foot on the bottom rope and shakes his head, he grabs the arm of Bill and drags him to the middle of the ring before delivering series of standing elbow drops to the face of the champion, Alexander stands up and measures Bill with the Elbow Drop, but Bill manages to roll out of the way as that causes Alexander to hit elbow first onto the canvas. As he screams out in agonizing pain while holding on to his elbow.

Simone: Bill lured him in big time!!!

Bill is like a shark smelling blood, grabbing the injured arm and places it flat across the canvas before driving series of knee strikes down upon the elbow joint as he lifts his boddy off the air. He comes crashing down on the arm before locking Alexander in an armbar, hyper extending the arm in an attempt to wear him down and make Alexander submit. Jasmine checks in on him to see if he wants to give up, but Alexander somehow manages to reach the bottom rope with one of his legs as Jasmine tells Bill to let go, but refuses.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

z Bill finally lets go as he was counting along with the five count that Jasmine was using upon him, trying to deliver more punishment upon the injured arm from Alexander. Bill immediately grabs the injured arm and starts to pound away on it with heavy blows. He spins Alexander around and sets him up for a big time Lariat, but Alexander ducks and waits for Bill to turn around as he starts to deliver punches to the face with his good arm while the other arm is dangling painfully next to his body.

Adams: I wonder how much impact he is going to have on Bill, knowing he can only use his good arm

Simone: Indeed Jason, because even if he were to use it I am not so sure who will hurt more!!!

Alexander charges the ropes and comes off with a big boot to the stomach area of Bill before grabbing Bill's head with his good arm before attempting to wrap Bills arm around his head with his bad arm as that forces him to stop midway the move and turns it into a Spinning neck breaker. Alexander sits up right away next to Bill while grabbing his painful arm with his good arm, clearly some of the impact went to his bad arm and he feels the after effects from it. After a few seconds Alexander turns to Bill, rolls him over on his back and hooks his legs in a Boston Crab submission hold.

Simone: Does he have enough strength to pull this off???

But Bill manages to free the leg that is held by Alexander's bad arm and starts to kick it. Causing Alexander to let go off the hold and turn it into a single Leg Crab with just using his good arm. But again Bill manages to hit the bad arm of of Alexander as that forces him to let go. Both men get to their feet and charge in on each other, Alexander ducks a clothesline and catches the arm with his good arm. Setting him up for a Neck Breaker. But he gets pushed into the turnbuckles by Bill Barnhart as he delivers a Football tackle into the turnbuckles. There he follows it up with series of shoulder blocks into the turnbuckles before grabbing the painful arm and yanks on it for a few times. This causes Alexander to fall on the canvas a few times as Bill works over on the arm

Simone: Bill is setting Alexander up for his patented Barnhart Shoulder Breaker!!!

Bill continues to pound away on the elbow as well as the shoulder, forcing the pain to spread across the entire arm and shoulder of Alexander. Seeing that Alexander must be deemed for submission. He places Alexander in the Hammerlock before lifting him off the mat in his submission hold as he forces him to either tap out or even more injuries on the arm.

Adams: Can Alexander overcome this??!!

But the challenger quickly taps out to the painful hold as Jasmine calls for the bell

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by submission and STILL SCW Roulette champion!! Bill Barnhart!!!

Bea gets in the ring with the championship belt and places it across the shoulder of her husband as he stares down upon his opponent before walking off with his wife celebrating his win.

Dank and dark, that is exactly what a basement is supposed to be like so this is definitely a basement we have walked except for the fact that there are dolls. Tons and tons of Barbie Dolls to be exact, too many Barbie Dolls to count. They are illuminated by a bright white light, a light that stands in sharp contrast to the dank and dark basement that we are in otherwise.

The other thing that we notice is playing with all of the white Barbie Dolls is a black woman, a very large black woman. The woman looks harmless for now however as she continues to play with her dolls. If we listen closely, we can hear the woman singing as she plays too, but it does not sound like an adult woman at all. Instead, if you could not see what was going on right in front of you, you would swear that it was a small little girl who was singing.

Woman: "Ring around the rosie. A pocket full of posies. Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"

As the camera pans a little further back we notice a man, an older white man, balding in his mid-fifties or early sixties and in a business suit. Sitting there watching the woman play with what must be her Barbie Dolls the man starts to smile then before long begins to comment on this scene unfolding in front of us.

Man: "Ladies and Gentlemen, do you remember what it was like to spend a day just leisurely playing? That is what the woman before you, Ms. Jon is doing right now, she is just playing.

Before long though, time for play will be over. Because you see, Ms Jon, and the devastation that she leaves in her wake will soon be upon everybody in Sin City Wrestling, and that will never be the same.

Man: I am Martin Howe III, Primary Partner of the law firm of Dewey, Cheatum, and Howe and this is Ms. Jon. She seems harmless enough, but very soon everybody will learn, what is meant by..."

Woman: "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down!"

The woman starts to tear the heads off of the barbie dolls one-by-one while the man continues to laugh.

The scene opens backstage where we see the rookie French Bombshell Adrienne Beaufort chatting with her manager Katie Storms ahead of her Supercard Debut tonight.

Adrienne: When I imagined my Supercard Debut, I never imagined that I'd be stepping into the ring with someone like Myra!

Katie: Your failed challenge to Amber did have something of a domino effect, didn't it? Who knows who you'd be facing instead if you had never hijacked the show?

Adrienne: Or if I'd get booked at all!

Adrienne comments with a shrug.

Adrienne: Was it a dumb decision in hindsight? Absolutely, I feel like I'm going to be spending the rest of 2022 trying to rebuild my reputation! But you can't deny that it created some buzz around me.

Katie: Please tell me you're not going down the "no such thing as bad publicity" route?

Adrienne: I'm a rookie wrestler who's basically a French, Redheaded Lesbian version of Fenris! Right down to the school we trained at! How else was I supposed to stand out in my first few weeks in the company!?

Katie: I can think of at least a dozen other ways that would've been better than the stunt you pulled!

Adrienne: I know my confidence took a major hit when Amber rejected my challenge and Andrea beat me in my second match but if I can get the win over Myra tonight then I can start to get my confidence back!

Katie: And that confidence hit wouldn't have happened if you had listened to, well, everyone!

Adrienne lets out an annoyed sigh.

Adrienne: I'm never living this down, am I?

Katie: You tried to challenge the reigning World Bombshell Champion to your SECOND EVER MATCH! Off course you're never living this down!

Adrienne sighs before she runs a hand through her hair.

Adrienne: Maybe your right, but I got myself into this mess and now I have to fight my way out of it!

Katie: Just remember that I'm always here if you need to chat about any frustrations you have! I wasn't comfortable with you venting your frustrations like that during that fan mail vid!

Adrienne: So, you'd prefer it if I took out my frustrations during a match? Or let it boil over until it just exploded?

Katie: I'd prefer it if you'd at least try to stay professional during one of those vids! But I get your point! Come on, we need to prepare for the match against Myra!

Adrienne nods before she walks off with Katie as the scene fades.

Simone: Welcome back to High Stakes XI! Bella Madison came the closest out of all of Amber Ryan's challengers to date but in the end, she wasn't able to dethrone Amber! Now Bella has a chance to bounce back as she goes one on one with Chloe Benton!

Adams: Chloe shocked the world at the last Climax Control of 2021 by winning her first match, her opponent hasn't been seen or heard from since but Bella is a different beast from Chloe's last opponent!

Simone: Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Chloe Benton!

The crowd greets the rookie with a polite applause as she waves to the crowd, then the arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Year's Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.

Justin: And her opponent, from New York City Bella Madison!

The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.

Simone: Bella came close to winning the biggest match of her wrestling career to date, some might say that a one on one match against Chloe is a serious downgrade even when you consider that Chloe is a total sweetheart.

Adams: And when you consider that Mark apparently intervened when Christian went to book Chloe's Supercard debut, one can only wonder who Chloe's opponent would've been!

Towards the end of the chorus, she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out, Dawn calls the two women to the middle of the ring to go over the rules with them and once it's clear that they understand Bella and Chloe share a quick handshake as Dawn calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Nice show of sportsmanship between two of the nicest women on the roster.

Adams: But now that the bells rung, any niceties will go out the window as Chloe and Bella try to win!

As soon as Dawn calls for the bell Bella and Chloe lock up in the middle of the ring each woman vying for the advantage as they do, that advantage eventually goes to Bella who uses her experience advantage over Chloe to take her down with an Arm Drag take over before holding onto the arm for an arm bar, Chloe manages to get to her feet and returns the favour to Bella getting out of the arm bar with an arm drag of her own before connecting with a high dropkick.

Simone: Some good back and forth so far and did you see the height Chloe got on that Dropkick?

Adams: Chloe might be the least experienced member of the Bombshell Roster by a large margin but you can't deny her talent, and Bella would be wise to not underestimate her!

Chloe follows that up by picking Bella up and executing a Snap Suplex! Chloe tries to float over into a pin but due to her inexperience it's quite a bit clumsy than she would've liked! She does however still manage to make the first pin of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Bella gets the shoulder up right after the two count, Chloe backs away clearly trying to think of what she can do next but this gives Bella ample time to get back to her feet and trip Chloe up before locking in an STF!

Simone: Chloe's inexperience might have cost her there, both in the sloppy attempt at a float over into a pin and her hesitation as she tried to figure out her next move!

Adams: Against a competitor like Bella, you can't afford to hesitate, she's a former Mixed Tag Team Champion for a reason and as we said before, she gave Amber a hell of a fight at the last Climax Control of the year!

Dawn gets into position to ask Chloe if she wants to tap out but the rookie wrestler refuses and starts making her way over to the ropes hoping to force Bella to break the hold via a rope break! Chloe makes it to the ropes and grabs onto the bottom rope forcing Bella to break it up which the New Yorker does without hesitation before backing off to allow Chloe to use the ring ropes to pull herself back up! Bella takes a step towards Chloe who drops down dragging the top rope down with her.

Simone: Err, what's Chloe doing?

Adams: I think she was hoping to send Bella to the outside by baiting her in but Chloe telegraphed it from a mile away!

Bella just shakes her head at the rookie mistake before she picks up Chloe and drops her with a Double Arm DDT! Bella then floats over into a cover doing it a lot more smoothly than what Chloe was trying to do earlier in the match!

ONE!

TWO!

And Chloe gets the shoulder up! Bella doesn't let that deter her however instead she heads to the top rope and waits for Chloe to get back to her feet!

Simone: Bella has something big in mind here!

Adams: And it might knock Chloe through a loop!

Chloe gets to her feet and upon seeing Bella on the top rope she rushes over to the corner hoping to cut off whatever move Bella has in mind but she stumbles after a few feet giving Bella enough time to execute a Hurricanrana from the top rope that sends Chloe flying across the ring! Whether it was intentional on Chloe's part or by complete accident due to the momentum from the Hurricanrana is up for debate but Chloe rolls to the outside before Bella can try for the pin.

Simone: Bella's in complete control now, it might just be a matter of time before she puts this match to bed!

Adams: And now she's measuring Chloe up for a suicide dive! This could end badly for everyone's favourite rookie!

Bella gets the crowd hyped up before she gets a running start and goes for the dive, however Chloe catches her right as Bella's head is doing through the ropes with a leaping kick knocking the former Mixed Tag Team Champion through a loop before she falls backwards and back into the ring! Chloe quickly follows her back into the ring and goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bella gets the shoulder up in time! Chloe shakes her head before she starts going to the top rope herself.

Simone: It's not often we see a high risk move from Chloe, or any move that isn't something that you learn in week one of training school really!

Adams: She wants that win over Bella and she's willing to go out of her comfort zone to get it!

By the time Chloe reaches the top rope Bella is on her feet and is apparently dazed from the kick! Chloe goes for a high cross body but Bella ducks out of the way causing Chloe to crash and burn to the matt bellow, Bella quickly takes advantage of this by picking Chloe up and hitting the Ashes to Ashes!

Simone: ASHES TO ASHES! Bella hits it!

Adams: This one is over! Stick a fork in Chloe, she's done!

Bella goes for the pin and counts along with the ref using her fingers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Bella Madison!

Simone: Bella is back in the winner's circle after her heart breaking loss to Amber at the last Climax Control of 2021!

Adams: All the credit in the world to Chloe, she put up a brave fight but Bella got the win in the end!

Bella and Chloe share one last handshake before Bella celebrates her win.

One of the backdoors to the events center swings open as we see Alicia Lukas arriving. Her eyes covered in a pair of mirrored aviators, a black leather jacket over her shoulders with a black and red Asking Alexandria shirt and torn black skinny jeans completing the look. She turns a corner and stops as she looks up with a smirk on her face. .

Alicia Lukas: I wasn't sure you were going to be here....

She steps forward and we see Alex Jones standing with his back against the wall, leaning on it with his arms folded. A smirk on his lips.

Alex Jones: And miss such a big night? The first supercard of 2022? Johannas shot at Amber? Austins shot at Mac? And you getting your hands on....on...uh....

Alicia raises an eyebrow..

Alicia Lukas: Candy...

Alex Jones: Right...right Candy....you have that bi9g match against her....big night for Wolfslair....I know you can do it...go get em champ...

Alex pats Alicia on the shoulder and turns to walk away, Alicia blinks a few times and goes to say something but instead stays quiet as we cut to ringside.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an SCU Legends Showcase Match! On her way to the ring from FoShan, China, standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 115lb, she is... Orchid!

Orchid's theme starts to play. We see song and Orchid walking down the ramp. They get half way down and pause. They both bow and then proceed to walk to ringside. They both jump get land on the apron. They both put their hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see song and Orchid bowing to the fans.

"Nightmare" by Halsey plays over the speakers. The lights in the arena dim down slightly. Pink and white lights flash upon the stage as the curtains are shoved aside. The fans boo loudly as Delia Darling steps out, wearing a sparkling pink dress. She flips her hair back and smirks as she saunters halfway down the ramp.

Justin: On the way to the ring from Paris, France she is... Delia Darling!!!

Delia reaches down and tears away the bottom of the dress to reveal a one-piece suit. She tosses the dress portion out into the crowd. She looks from side to side before she darts under the bottom rope. She slowly walks to the center before looking around. She pauses dramatically before striking a pose for the cameras flashing. She walks around the ring, before grabbing a microphone. She walks toward the center of the ring.

Delia: Darlings, it is so great to be here at Inception, in front of all of you wonderful people!

Delia holds her arms out as she gets a mixed, but very heavy reaction from the crowd. She gives a slow turn to show off her incredible shape, despite her lack of in ring work as of late. She then turns back to Orchid.

Delia: S'ank you for being here tonight, Orchid. It is a great honor to be in z'is very ring... for vous, of course. I mean, it is not every day z'at someone of you... caliber, gets to step inside of z'e ring wi's a legend and Hall of Famer such as myself. So, congratulations. You have done it! Here we are, in front of a sold out crowd at z'e Reno Events Center. While it is not Las Vegas, LA, New York... you are here, and z'at takes a lot of courage, no?

This gains a little bit of a boo from the crowd, and Orchid just smiles at Darling.

Delia: You have proven yourself to be courageous, darling. Kudos for z'at. But... do you really want to fight me tonight? Heh, I mean come on. Do you really s'ink z'at you stand a chance against me? Z'e Bombshell title am known to have held was preceded by "World", not competing for z'e ones followed by "Tag Team" and not actually having won z'em, z'ough, I, in fact, did hold z'at one as well.

She shrugs her shoulders and stares at Orchid.

Delia: While vous were opening shows in LAW as z'e Breakout Champion, I was Main Eventing. And while I will fight you tonight, and I will win bee-tee-dubbz, it doesn't make sense for you to try it wi's me, henny. I feel sorry for vous.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

Delia: Don't be so cruel, Reno! You are giving Song false hope! Oops, I meant Orchid. Song is, afterall, a fellow former Bombshell Tag Team Champion, unlike yourself. Sorry bout it. And wi's z'at said, I invite you to be smart, Orchid. Vous had your moment coming down to z'e ring as bravely as you did. You requested z'is match, and z'at takes a certain tenacity. But following s'rough wi's it will do you no favors. Z'ere is still time to change your mind, turn around, exit z'e ring, and walk up z'at ramp. And z'e best part is z'at no one will s'ink any less of you z'an z'ey already do...

Delia grins wickedly as she looks from Orchid, to the crowd that is continuing to boo louder and louder. She takes a deep breath and is ready to continue when Orchid rips the microphone from Delia.

Orchid: Blah, blah, blah blah blah blah blah. So many words, but all I hear is "Please Orchid, refuse this match so I can keep my legacy intact. Please don't embarrass me in front of a sold out crowd like this."

Delia places one hand on her hip, and she chortles while looking away from Orchid. She then snatches the microphone back from Orchid and takes a step closer, towering over the FoShan Bombshell.

Delia: Perdon moi, but in order to embarrass me, vous must have actually accomplished somes'ing in your miniscule career to be remembered by. Instead, your only true claim to fame is z'at you walked down z'at rampway here tonight. Everys'ing else is forgettable, and do you know why? Because you live in someone else's shadow at all times. Song, Celeste, and now moi. You are nos'ing, and if you do not take my advice and walk up z'at rampway right now, I will be forced to kick your ass! I...

Orchid wastes no time and headbutts Delia directly between the eyes, and begins nailing rapid punches that send the Hall of Famer stumbling back a step with each punch. She then hits a Roundhouse Kick to the mid section, doubling Delia over. The referee gets between them for a second to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Orchid wastes no time in taking it to Delia. She nails a low kick to the downed Delia, right to the face. Delia holds onto her jaw on the ground as Orchid goes to town circle stomping on her.

Adams: Delia tries to go to the ropes, but Orchid grabs her by the hair and drags her up to her feet and whips her into the ring, catching Delia with a spinning back elbow. She is attacking Delia's most prized possession, her face!

Simone: She stalks Delia for a moment as she gets to her hands and knees. Delia's head is spinning as Orchid sizes her up. Delia starts to rise up again as Orchid rushes up and nails a Shining Wizard to Delia, and then hooks the legs.

ONE!
T...

Adams: Delia gets her shoulders up off the mat just before the two count. Orchid rips her off of the mat and sends her into the corner. She charges over and jumps to the second rope, nailing downward punches.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

Simone: Orchid then drops down into a Monkey Flip on Delia, who lands flat on her back. She arches her back, and the crowd is on their feet for the fresh heel in Orchid, cheering her on like the old days.

Adams: Orchid takes a second to celebrate by walking around the ring. She goes to pick Delia up once again, but Delia pokes Orchid in the eyes, causing the referee to reprimand her. She shakes off the damage and then shrugs.

Simone: Delia lets out a growl as she rips Orchid from the mat by the hair and then does a Snapmare, converting it into a Rear Headlock. She grinds her arm as she talks trash in French to Orchid from behind.

Adams: Orchid is able to get a foot on the rope to break the hold. Darling lets go long enough to not get in trouble, and then she wraps her arms around Orchid's throat again, pulling her up to her feet. She begins choking her, lifting her off of her feet.

Simone: The referee begins warning Delia of the illegal choke, and Delia shouts at him to back off. He then counts to her to break the hold. Once at 4, Delia shoves Orchid and then shoves her fist under her left arm in an "Up yours" fashion.

Adams: She sure has gotten more crass over the years. She whips Orchid around and sends her into the ropes. Orchid comes back, looking for a Clothesline, but Delia ducks it. As Orchid comes back, Delia ducks for a Back Body Drop.

Simone: But Orchid kicks Delia in the face. She goes off of the ropes, and Delia rams an elbow into Orchid's face. Delia bounces off of the ropes and hits a Flying Punch on Orchid, sending her into the ropes.

Adams: As she bounces off, Delia nails the Back Body Drop she was looking for before, but Orchid lands on her feet and comes off of the ropes with a Bulldog. She holds onto Delia's neck and rises up again.

Simone: But Delia lifts her up into a High Angle Slam. She goes for the cover, but Orchid wiggles out of it before the count begins. Delia grits her teeth and the two get to their feet for a tie up.

Adams: They both struggle back and forth, hitting a few sucker punches each. Orchid tries for a Snap Suplex, but Delia hooks her leg around Orchid's to stop it. She tries for the same, but Orchid kicks her legs, stopping the momentum.

Simone: Orchid gets behind Delia, trying for a German Suplex, but Delia elbows Orchid in the face. She turns her around, grabbing onto her before kneeing her in the gut, going for a Vertical Suplex, stalling as a display for the crowd, who "oooh" and "ahhh".

Adams: Before Delia can land it, Orchid turns around on Delia's shoulders, whips her legs down and around Delia's neck, and hits a Headscissors, converting it into a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Delia claps her feet against Orchid's ears and then pushes her weight forward, hooking the legs of Orchid as she applies pressure to keep Orchid down!

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: Orchid rolls back and does a low dropkick to Delia's face. She then does a lateral press, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Delia kicks out. Orchid lifts her to her feet and sends her into the ropes. As Delia rebounds, Orchid lifts her up, but Delia maneuvers into a Crucifix Pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!NO!

Adams: Orchid is able to get out of the cover. However, she rises first and hits an Evenflow DDT on Delia, dropping her to the mat, and HARD! Orchid gives her a few kicks, seeing Delia's eyes fluttering. She walks over and picks up the fallen microphone!!!

Orchid: This is why you didn't want me to fight you. I told you that you were underestimating me. I see. Your weak style is no match for me, and I will prove it once I am finished entertaining myself at your expense.

Simone: She tosses the microphone down and begins stomping on Delia. She picks her up and she nails a Snap Suplex. She then lifts Delia up again and nails a picture perfect Stalling Vertical Suplex to show Delia how it's really done!

Adams: Orchid jumps off of the middle ropes and lands a Lionsault. She goes for the cover once again!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!NO!KICKOUT!!!

Simone: The crowd is in shock as these two have put on a perfect display of chain wrestling, with Orchid getting the better of Delia. Orchid climbs onto the top rope and lands a perfect Flying Crossbody to Delia.

Adams: She motions for Delia to get up as she is on the ground. She slowly gets to her hands and knees and Orchid rushes in to kick her forehead. Delia still tries to get back up. Orchid kicks her in the face again.

Simone: She's slowing Delia down, but Delia is determined to get to her feet. Orchid climbs onto the top rope as Delia gets to her feet. She's seeing stars as she turns around just as Orchid leaps off for a Flying Hurricanrana!

Adams: Oh, but Delia holds on, not going down with Orchid. Instead, she balances Orchid, who tries punching her in the face, busting over her lip in the process. This only infuriates Delia and she lifts Orchid up into Le Bitch Bomb (Razor's Edge Powerbomb into Turnbuckle)!!!

Simone: Delia drags Orchid away from the corner and then falls back, hooking the leg as the referee drops down to count!!!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner via pinfall... Delia DARRRRRRRRRRRRRRLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!

"Nightmare" by Halsey plays over the speakers as Delia slowly rises to her feet. Despite the busted lip, she stands there with a demure expression, striking poses to her music as the fans shower her with boos.

Adams: This has been a heck of a night so but there's still so much more to come...

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.

Adams: Wait a second.

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 silver suit and baby blue shirt. 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

Simone: Ben Jordan is here!

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.

Simone: Listen to this crowd Jason.

Ben holds his hand up, the crowd hushing down as he raises the microphone to his lips.

Ben: Alright people!

The crowd instantly cheer loudly as Ben smiles.

Ben: As lovely as it was standing at the top of that stage inducting Sam Marlowe in to the Hall of Fame last year. As lovely as it was sending in a video or two for Halloween and Christmas, nothing beats being back in this ring around you lovely people.

Ben points around the crowd to a respectable cheer.

Ben: Ever since High Stakes X, people have been asking, been wondering if Ben Jordan would be back in this ring wrestling.

Ben looks around with a sombre look on his face.

Ben: I mean me and the missus couldn't get back in the country cause of restrictions, but we made it back, so the rumour mill was in full force. I was back on American soil, I was in Madison Square Garden speaking about why my friend deserves her spot in the Hall of Fame in front of seventeen thousand plus people and I felt it, I felt that little bit of electricity that every single person in the back feels, being in front of a live crowd of that size, I felt the energy everyone was giving in that building and let me tell ya people, it ain't no joke, it's humbling, and I walked backstage when all was said and done and there was Christian Underwood with a whole new contract to bring me back to SCW.

Adams: Wow!

Ben: But ladies and gents, I had to say no.

The crowd boo loudly, but Ben holds up his hand.

Ben: I had a lot of issues to deal with at the time, but I looked at Christian and said change the date on that thing mate, because you know the deal, I sign on for a year from January the first every contract and there was no reason to change it now.

Simone: Does that mean....

Ben: On December twenty ninth, I passed a medical, which was no easy feat when ya whacking down the turkey for fun.

Ben smiles.

Ben: And on January the first a contract appeared and I put my ol' John Hancock on it and people, I'm now officially back!

The crowd burst in to loud cheers.

Ben: There was no show between then and now it gave me lots of time to think, it gave me lots of time to imagine this moment and what I was gonna say to you all, but trust me, I forgot it all the second the music hit and I've been winging it ever since. I put things in my mind for weeks about what I wanted to say, I coulda come and said oi, I'm going in Blast From The Past, but I watched something a couple of days ago, and every single thing I wanted to say went out the window there, it really didn't matter that I forgot a lot of what I was gonna say, but I watched something, I watched a promo and I heard my name being mentioned.

Adams: I think I know who he's talking about.

Ben: By you Mac Bane.

The crowd inhale in unison as Ben frowns.

Ben: I mean it took me by surprise Mac, I was surprised that while you've got three blokes tonight back there wanting to take your championship, you mention little old me. Biggest match of your SCW career, one of the biggest fights of your life and you mention me. I took the backhanded compliment as intended but mate, big fish, small pond because I stayed here? Nah, you're having a bubble mate. It took me years to get anywhere near the top of that mountain and you know why I stayed here? Loyalty. I didn't need to be a mercenary, I didn't need tin pot titles in tin pot places to boost out a resume, because there's only one world championship worth winning and it's the SCW World championship and more to the point, it's not about winning it, it's about keeping it, and big fella, I did that pretty bloody well...

The crowd cheer as Ben shrugs his shoulders.

Ben: If you see growth as bouncing around to find a place just bad enough that you can shine out, while I stayed and found against legends of this business, then well, I think you need a new definition of growth my old mucker. I did go where the competition was poor, I stayed where the competition was high and I had to claw and scratch my way to the top and I didn't need a band of people around me to do that, I did that on my own. Growth is going from opening that card to headlining shows in the most competitive place in the world. By that logic, out of your fourteen world championship reigns, only two are worth something and one of those could be coming to an end tonight.

Ben leans back on the ropes.

Ben: You called me King Ben, which was a bit weird, cause ya know mate, being called a Cockney King is a term of endearment, might wanna look that one up, I ain't one of those "wrestling kings" to make meself look hard or anything, but let's play the regal game. You stuck a lot of cliches out there so here a good un for ya, Mr Slayer of Dragons, Mr Game of Thrones, when you come at the king...

Ben points to himself.

Ben: you best not miss. I'm sure our paths will no doubt cross Mac, and I know you got your little group to be around, just remember, I'm a popular chap and you're not the only one with friends. But in the meantime good luck tonight Mac, having been in the ring with those guys, you're gonna need it.

Ben winks at the camera.

Ben: Laters people!

Ben drops the mic as Blame It On The Boom Boom plays through the speakers and he waves to the crowd.

Adams: Ben Jordan is back with some very choice words for our World Champion!

Simone: Somewhere backstage, Mac Bane is either smiling, or we're gonna need some new equipment.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... hailing from Malibu Beach, California... Candy.

The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy. She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.

Justin: And her opponent... hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. Alicia Lukas...

"I held the power of a dying sun
I climb the altar and I claim my place as God"

"Circle with me (SCW Edit)" By Spiritbox hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie

The ref moves in and check both for weapons before indicating for the bell to be rung...

DING DING DING!

Candy takes a few steps forward towards Lukas as she shows confidence and no fear, as Lukas strolls towards Candy, which Candy says a few words towards Lukas, but Lukas merely smirks and shakes her head before delivering a slap across Candy's face and Candy grabs Lukas around the waist, and drives her into the corner, where she takes a step backwards and delivers a few boot to Lukas' torso before following up with forearm arm shots to Lukas' head before Lukas drives forward and then pushes Candy away but Candy responds back with a shove her own.

Simone: Candy gets all confident and she bring to Lukas, but Lukas literally slaps her down, but it spurs Candy on, and she grabs Lukas and drives her into the corner and begins to boot and hit forearms shots on Lukas.

Adams: Candy isn't fazed by that slap and not intimidated by Lukas, as Lukas shoves Candy away to get free but Candy responds back with a shove of her own and Lukas ends up back in the corner.

Lukas stumbles back into the corner and Candy proceeds to drive boots into Lukas' torso over and over as the ref moves in and yells at Candy to back off but she doesn't and she quickly revers to driving forearm shots across Lukas' neck and back but she only manages to get two shots in before Lukas grabs her drives her backward, but Candy responds back by rushing in and hitting a running dropkick sending Lukas down to the mat, where Lukas bails from the ring and stumbles away as she gains her bearing. Candy climbs to her feet and approaches the ropes and Lukas comes back towards the ring, Candy leaps over the top rope and hits a plancha onto Lukas and send her down to the mat.

Adams: Candy again drives in boots as this time the ref moves in and tells Candy to back off, but she doesn't and instead drives a couple of elbows across the neck of Lukas. Lukas again grabs Candy and drives her back but Candy rushes in and catches Lukas with a running dropkick.

Simone: Lukas bails from the ring but Candy isn't finished, and she hits a plancha over the ropes onto Lukas.

Candy climbs back to her feet and smiles as the fans cheer for the plancha onto Lukas, Candy lets out a small sign before kicking out and catches Lukas with a boot. Behind Candy, the ref begins their count...

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Candy is getting into her stride. Lukas on the back foot.

Lukas quickly moves away from Candy as she leans against the commentary table. Candy approaches Lukas and pulls her up.

THREE!

FOUR!

Adams: The ref is up to four, as Candy catches Lukas with a boot before grabbing Lukas and pulls her up and rolls her back into the ring.

Candy then pushes Lukas back into the ring before climbing up onto the apron. Candy watches Lukas and as Lukas makes her way to her feet, Candy leaps onto the top rope and hits a dropkick on Lukas and Lukas rolls from the once more and stumbles backwards out of the ring holding her face. Candy climbs to her feet and quickly moves to the corner and leaps over the ropes onto the apron, where she watches Lukas before moving in as she looks to kick Lukas, but Lukas grabs Candy's foot and pulls her off the apron, which Candy lands ass first on the hard apron before ending up on the floor as she grimaces in pain.

Simone: Candy isn't finished as she climbs onto the apron and watches and waits for Lukas to get to her feet. Lukas gets to her feet and hits a springboard dropkick on Lukas. Lukas is back down to the mat and again rolls from the ring.

Adams: Impressive dropkick from Candy she climbs from the ring onto the apron as she stalks Lukas from the apron. She goes to kick Lukas, but Lukas has her scouted and grabs her foot and drags her off the apron.

Lukas grins before checking her face before moving back towards Candy, where she grabs her and pulls her up before driving her into the ring steps. Lukas backs away as the ref shouts at her bring the action back into the ring before starting a new count.

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: Lukas has a wicked grin on her face as she grabs Candy and drives her into the ring steps.

Lukas then rushes in and drives her hip into Candy's head and in turning squashing her up against the ring steps. Lukas walks away as the ref climbs out of the ring and checks on Candy. Lukas paces a little as the ref is satisfied that Candy isn't too injured, she climbs back into the ring as Lukas follows as well. The ref begins another count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Lukas rushes in and drives her hip against Candy, violently pinning her between hip and steps. The ref get to two and stops and climbs out of the ring to check on Candy, but Candy isn't injured, and the ref satisfied with that gets back into the ring and start to count again.

Candy begins to stir and using some of the apron curtain she pulls herself up, Lukas continues to pace the ring and brags and smiles.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Adams: The ref is up to six. Candy has to get back into the ring.

Candy is back to her feet, and she dives back into the ring.

SEVEN!

Not fully back to her feet, she gets to her hands and knees, but Lukas looks down at her and before to casually kick her in the head a couple of time, which Candy manages to shove Lukas away but Lukas grabs Candy's arm and drags her up to her feet and then hits a forearm, which rocks Candy before hitting another and this Candy stumbles away into the corner. Lukas follows and returns the favour of multiple boots on Candy before the ref moves in and forces Lukas away. Candy stays down, as Lukas takes a moment before moving back in and grabs Candy and pulls her up. Candy fires a forearm at Lukas and connects before hitting another one, but it doesn't phase Lukas and Lukas grabs Candy and hits a snap suplex.

Simone: She gets back into the ring at Seven, but Lukas takes advantage of the downed Candy, as she gives her a few kicks to the head, which Candy gives Lukas a shove, but Lukas grabs her, drags her up, and hits a forearm shot. Candy is rocked and Lukas hits another and Candy stumbles away.

Adams: Candy is some trouble here as she tries to fight back but Lukas hits a snap suplex and goes for a pin.

Lukas grabs Candy and pulls her back and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Lukas shakes her head as he grabs Candy and pulls her into a seated position, where she grabs Candy around the neck and locks in a headlock. Candy kicks her legs about as she also grabs at Lukas' arms. Lukas' tightens her grip, as Candy begins to fade and the ref moves in and grabs Candy's arm and raises it once and it drops. The ref lifts her arm again and it drops the second time. The ref raises it once more and this time it stays up and Candy begins to twist and then turn as she fights to get to a knee. This forces Lukas to shift as well.

Adams: Candy kicks out with ease. As Lukas shakes her head before grabbing Candy and locks in a headlock.

Simone: Candy tries to fight at fist but soon fades and the ref does the usual check and goes to raise Candy's arm for a third time and Candy begins to fight back.

Candy gets to a knee and then slowly makes her way to her feet, which forces Lukas up to her feet and Candy drives an elbow into Lukas' torso a few times, which forces Lukas to lesson her hold. Candy takes a few steps back, where she goes for the Death by Chocolate

Mick Kick

but Lukas ducks and with Candy unbalanced, Lukas hits a spinning heel kick to the midsection. Candy stumbles away holding her stomach and Lukas moves in grabs Candy's hand and whips her across the ring, where she bounces off the ropes, as Candy comes back Lukas takes a wild swing, but Candy ducks and she continues across the ring and Lukas turns and as Candy comes back at her, Lukas hits a low drop kick to Candy's knee. Candy drops to the mat and bails to the corner of the ring as she grabs at her knee.

Simone: Candy begins to fight back, and she jabs her elbow into Lukas' torso as she looks to hit the death by chocolate, but Lukas ducks and hits a spinning heel kick.

Adams: That is one way to blow out someone's knee. But also slow someone down.

Lukas climbs to her feet, where she moves to where Candy is and grabs her by the hair and pulls her up and pins her in the corner, where she proceeds to unleash a series of muay Thai kicks and punches before turning and backing p, where she rushes in, but Candy dodges and Lukas hits the corner. As Lukas stumbles backwards and out of the corner, Candy grabs Lukas, where she limps forward and hits a bulldog.

Adams: Lukas looks to be on top but that quickly again changes as Candy hit's a bulldog on Lukas.

Candy grimaces in pain for a moment before grabbing Lukas and rolls her onto her back and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lukas kicks out. Lukas rolls away and holding her face as Candy stays down as well holding her knee. The ref checks on both before starting a count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Lukas kicks out. As she and Candy take a moment to recover.

Lukas moves to the ropes, as she grabs them and pulls herself up into a seated position, while Candy moves to a corner and sits up, as she checks on her knee.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Adams: Ref is up to six.

Lukas grabs the ropes and pulls herself up to her feet, as she checks her faces before moves to where Candy is, where she grabs her by the hair and drags her up. They come face to face and Candy hits/blow the Glitter Bomb (hand full of glitter) at Lukas. Lukas grabs her at her face and drops to the mat and rolls around screaming and kicking.

Adams: Lukas is back to her feet and she moves to Candy, where she grabs her and pulls her up. As they come face to face Candy blows a some of her glitter into the face of Lukas and Lukas goes down like she has been shot.

The ref looks down at Lukas and then at Candy before indicating for the bell to be rung..

DING DING DING!

The ref moves to the corner and speaks to Justin.

Simone: The glitter isn't that bad is it?

Justin: I have been informed that Candy has been disqualified... and therefore the winner of this match via disqualification... Alicia Lukas.

Lukas' music hits over the p.a as she rolls herself from the ring holding her face, as Candy limp backwards shocked, as she begins to question the ref.

Inception cuts to Myra Rivers in the locker room and for the moment, she doesn't appear to be too happy. There has been much discussion regarding her opponent, particularly all the controversy that she was a part of in recent weeks to close out 2021. However, Myra doesn't think about that too much. She's not focused on any other distractions or any other aspirations for the moment. She is squarely focused on the task at hand in front of her as she begins to express her thoughts.

Myra: I get being young and incredibly stubborn because I was stubborn when I was Adrienne's age but this... this is something else...

Myra takes a pause as she shakes her head.

Myra: Adrienne, the way I see it? You're coming into tonight's match truly taking things personal. You just don't WANT to let go of the controversy that YOU stirred up on your own. Amber didn't do that. I didn't do that. Mark and Christian didn't do that. YOU did that. Now, I am not going to go into the whole Amber controversy because you've beaten it to death at this point. In fact, I am going to let you in on a secret, Adrienne. The whole controversy with Amber isn't the disease. It is merely the SYMPTOM of the real disease and that's the fact that being as young as you are, you're figuring things out and you're saying some off the cuff things and acting a certain way one minute and then acting a different way the next minute. Take Blast from the Past for example. I'm in it. But you passed on that tournament because you didn't feel ready for it. How can someone who wanted to go for Amber's throat NOT be in that tournament? I thought you WANTED a challenge? I've been trying to be nothing but a help to you as this match comes near tonight and the respect that I get in return is having one of my heartbreaking losses from last year thrown into my face as well as the nonsensical garbage of what you called me... what was it? "Star of Yesterday?"

I just WON my fifth World title and I was Internet Champion for 350 days not that long ago, Adrienne. I'm not name dropping, but you can make a case for certain Bombshells being 'stars of yesterday' and you and I both know that I'm not one of them. You're lashing out in frustration. You're in over your head. I get that. But that's exactly why you're not going to win tonight. On top of that, it doesn't erase the fact that your 'star of yesterday' nonsense is damn disrespectful too. You want to bitch and complain about how sick and tired you are of people disrespecting you and giving you shit over the Amber thing, yet you turn around and disrespect Jessie who was trying to help you, then you turn around and disrespect ME? What the FUCK did you think bringing up Summer XXXtreme was going to do? Was that supposed to bother me? Summer XXXtreme was so long ago and I've grown so much in the last four months that it's a learned lesson and a thing of the past to me and nothing more than that. You're lashing out because you're insecure with yourself. Be honest, Adrienne. You're NOT confident you can beat me. You have one attitude one minute talking about how you're going to shock the world and then the next day on Twitter, you're coming in with the attitude of "maybe I'll pull it out tonight".

Those words right there that you tweeted earlier? That's exactly why you won't win. That shows me that you lack the confidence to win this match. You can't stay consistent in your convictions. You can't even stay consistent in your views about me, going from saying "I heard you loud and clear" one week to the next week bitching at me about how I'm like "everyone else" that criticized you for trying to jump the line. You show me respect one minute, then you spit in my face the next. You are VERY fortunate, Adrienne, that you're not facing someone like Amber or Johanna tonight because if you WERE, both of those women would NOT hesitate to beat the shit out of you and beat some respect into you to teach you a lesson. I'm not going to do that myself, but I AM still going to teach you a damn lesson on how this business really works. Your defeat tonight is the consequence that you pay for your actions. You want to disrespect me and call me a 'star of yesterday' and make a joke about something I said in one of my promos? Great. I won't end your career over it, but I'm damn sure not forgetting that when we step in the ring.

Hell, you're VERY fortunate that I'm NOT one of those veterans that would feel insulted by wrestling tonight. I could've easily bitched and complained about not having a title shot and having to 'waste my time' facing someone like you, but that's not me. This match isn't a waste of time for me because I get to show you how this business really is. I get to show you that you don't just cut in front of the line. I get to show you that you don't get to spit in the faces of others like you did to me with that 'star of yesterday' nonsense and simply just get away with it. I don't sugar coat anything Adrienne, and I'm not sorry if anything I said hurt your feelings. I said what I believed in my heart, and that's that. I'm not one of those people that lies to your face, I'm someone that ALWAYS keeps it real. This is about having RESPECT for what the business is all about and once I'm done with you, you BETTER improve your behavior.

Consider this a 'tough love' moment for you, Adrienne.

It's not going to be pretty for you, but you're going to be better for it in the long run, I promise.

Myra heads out of the scene entirely confident and focused. She draws some heavy cheers from the audience as the scene fades out.

A camera person has stopped by the dressing room area for Bill and Bea Barnhart in the backstage area to see if Bill has comments concerning the draw tonight for the Blast From The Past Tournament. Bill looks up into the camera and comments.

Bill: I'm not like everyone else in Sin City Wrestling when it comes to the Blast From The Past Tournament. I don't act like everyone else as they whine, bitch, moan, and complain, about who they got teamed with. The way I see it if you are a great wrestler like me then it doesn't matter who you get teamed with in the Tournament as you are able to work well with anyone who gets assigned to you.

Bea: I know Bill speaks from the heart. Although there are a few Bombshell wrestlers who are either extremely quirky, or simply jerks, Bill knows he can work with whoever is teamed with him and win the Tournament.

Bill: I've watched many of the Blast From The Past Tournaments and I've often seen two wrestlers who are great wrestlers, but also egomaniacs, then they are unable to work as a Tag Team because of their egos. Not that way with me. I work well with whoever gets assigned to be a Tag Team with me. Now we wait and see how the drawing turns out.

Bill thanks the camera person for stopping by to get his comments on the upcoming Blast From The Past Tournament draw. The camera person leaves the dressing room and Bill closes the door to the dressing room after the camera person is out in the hallway.

Justin brings the microphone to his lips as he stands in the middle of the ring.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first...

"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers and the crowd lets out a strong reaction of support as Myra Rivers appears on the stage, already looking to take care of business. She heads down the ramp momentarily pausing at the bottom to give a quick smile at anyone nearby that is letting her know that they are behind her. Once the chorus starts, she gets inside of the ring and walks up to the opposite corner, adjacent to the ring announcer. She leans against the corner, focused and determined for her upcoming match, reveling in the continued showering of love the crowd is raining upon her.

Justin: From Miami Florida, she is Myra Rivers!!

Simone: A strong veteran in Myra Rivers...former Bombshell Internet champion and one of the best here.

Adams: That might be true but there is someone who wants to challenge that so let's go to Justin once more.

The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the lights dim before Adrienne steps out alongside Katie.

Justin: From Paris France and being accompanied by Katie Storms, "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort!

The two women share a high five before they make their way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with fans before Adrienne rolls into the ring, Katie takes up her position at ringside whilst Adrienne poses for the fans.

Adams: This is a special challenge match and everyone is looking forward to it.

Simone: So let's get to it.

Drew Patton calls both bombshells to the middle of the ring to lay down the rules then signals for the bell.

Simone: Drew Patton laying down the rules and now here we go as he signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Myra and Adrienne begin to circle as Katie on the outside is cheering Adrienne on. Rivers and Beaufort lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that neither woman can take advantage of until Adrienne moves enough to lock on a headlock. Myra pushes her off into the ropes and Adrienne rebounds with a clothesline that takes Myra to the mat. Looking down, Adrienne rushes to the opposite ropes. She rebounds as Myra throws herself to the mat forcing Adrienne to jump over her. A second rebound sees Adrienne caught by Myra who doubles Adrienne over with a running shoulder tackle to the midsection. Myra rolls to the side as Adrienne clutches her midsection and rolls to the ropes. Using the ropes to pull her upright, Adrienne turns to face Myra who is motioning for her to bring the fight. Adrienne cautiously moves forward as Myra lunges for a leg take down that she turns into a knee bar that has Beaufort screaming out in pain. Myra leans back as Adrienne fights to pull her leg away from the hold. Digging deep, Adrienne pulls herself towards the ropes in hopes of breaking the hold. Myra is pulled along and with a last-ditch effort, Adrienne lunges close enough to the ropes for her to grab the bottom rope to force the break. Drew moves to warn Myra to let go of the hold as Adrienne pulls harder on the bottom rope. Myra lets the leg go and rolls to her feet as Adrienne drags herself out of the ring where Katie meets her to check on Beaufort.

Adams: Myra coming out strong from the outset Belinda. She knows what she is doing for sure.

Myra moves to the side of the ring and then drops to the mat to roll to the outside. She stalks around the ring towards Adrienne who sees her coming and takes her off her feet with a springboard crossbody off the ringsteps. Myra is down on the mats at ringside as Adrienne fights to her feet then reaching down, pulls Myra up by the hair and whips her under the bottom rope. Leaping on the apron, Adrienne slides between the ropes and moves to grab the feet of Myra. Seeing what Adrienne is about to do, Myra struggles to pull her feet away from the Beaufort but her struggles move her closer to being turned. Adrienne uses the momentum to finish rolling Myra to her stomach and locking in a boston crab that now has Rivers suffering in pain. Myra pushes upward trying to fight off the hold as Adrienne leans back almost sitting on the small of Myra's back. Drew leans down to check on Myra and asking if she submits. Myra screams no as she fights to pull to the ropes. Adrienne sees the attempt and leans back farther which has Rivers clutching her head in pain. Drew again asks if she submits and Myra can't respond except to reach out for the ropes. Adrienne feels her leg slip and she falters which breaks the hold on the legs of Myra just enough for her to make a final lunge to clutch the ropes.

Simone: Adrienne proving to Myra that she won't go easily.

Myra lays on the bottom rope as she slowly crawls to the corner where she lays on the bottom turnbuckle. Adrienne works her way to her feet and turns to where she sees Myra on the ropes. Moving forward, Adrienne pulls Myra to her feet then sits her on the top turnbuckle. Myra is on the top but uses a top rope headscissors to evade the attempt at the silence is golden top rope blockbuster of Adrienne. Sending Beaufort to the mat, Myra is unable to capitalize as she lays on the mat breathing deeply. Drew checks on both women and begins his ten count. Adrienne manages to get to her feet then stagger towards Myra who is on her hands and knees. Pulling Rivers upward, Adrienne spins her around, catches her around the waist and then lifts her over with a german suplex that has Myra clutching at her head. Adrienne turns and gets to her feet once more to pull Myra to her feet and whips her into the corner. With Rivers leaning against the turnbuckles, Adrienne hits her with a yakuza kick that sends her to the mat. Drew moves towards the pair to push Adrienne away warning her to let Myra out of the corner. Adrienne holds up her hands as she backs away while Myra rolls slowly out to the apron then falls to the floor.

Adams: I don't think Myra was ready Belinda. The veteran is at the mercy of the French woman.

Simone: That is true Jason, she needs to fight back quickly.

Adrienne moves to the ropes and is about to leave the ring when she is stopped by Drew who tells her to stay in the ring. Adrienne backs away as Drew looks over the ropes to check on Myra and begins her ten count. Adrienne moves to the side of the ring where she drops and rolls to the outside. Moving around the ring, she stalks towards Myra as Drew leans between the ropes and tries to warn her off. Adrienne ignores the referee as she helps Myra to her feet then whips her shoulder first into the steel ringpost. Myra staggers away cradling her arm against her chest in pain as Adrienne follows her. Grabbing her by the wrist, she once more wraps the arm of Myra violently around the steel ringpost. Drew has reached eight on her ten count when Adrienne rolls Myra into the ring then climbs inside as well. Myra is on her stomach holding her arm to her midsection as Adrienne rises slowly beside her. Myra pushes to her hands and knees but is unable to put any weight on the arm. Beaufort grasps it and then pushes down on Myra to force her to the mat near the ropes. Adrienne locks on a fujiwara armbar which has Myra screaming in pain as Drew checks on her.

Simone: Myra is really suffering in that hold Jason.

Myra is fighting the hold as hard as she can as her feet reach towards the ropes. Her toe brushes by it as she tries to maneuver enough to get her foot draped on the rope. She manages to drape her foot across the rope which forces the break. Adrienne angrily gets to her feet and leans on the ropes as Myra crawls to the corner. Adrienne looks over the ringside area questioning where Myra is getting the luck from. Myra pulls herself to her feet and leans against the turnbuckles. Adrienne turns to Myra and charges into the corner with a shoulder block attempt but Myra pulls herself up and over which has Adrienne going shoulder first into the steel ringpost. Myra moves to pull Adrienne out of the corner then picks her up. Adrienne is staggered and swings wildly at Rivers who ducks then catches Beaufort with a kick to the midsection. Doubled over, Adrienne is pulled in and lifted to the shoulder of Myra who struggles to hold her up and get her into position. Suddenly, Adrienne is dropped by Myra with the Rebel Bomb which lays her out on her stomach as Myra rolls over to see the woman on the mat. Ducking her head against the side of Adrienne, Myra uses her upper body to roll the Beaufort over before grabbing her leg and rolling her up for the pin.

Adams: Myra with the pin!

ONE!

Adams: Adrienne is kicking like crazy but Myra keeps her on the mat.

TWO!

Adams: Myra is really fighting to keep her down but she needs to only hold on for the...

THREE!

Adams: Beaufort kicks out but it is too late for this match.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Myra Rivers!

Adrienne looks up at Myra in disappointment but rises slowly as does Myra. The two women look at each other then Adrienne holds up Myra's hand before letting it go and exiting the ring.

Adams: What a show of sportsmanship from Adrienne Beaufort for the winner Belinda.

Simone: Both women fought hard and either could have won but tonight, Myra Rivers can claim the win.

Myra slides between the ropes and heads up the ramp as the fans chant around her. Turning just as she reaches the curtain, she waves to the fans holding her arms up in victory once more.

Mac Bane can be seen walking backstage, he turns around and stops at a door. He stands in front of it before knocking it as a voice can be heard telling him to enter.

Simone: Who's door did he enter??

Adams: I don't know Belinda, there's no name plate to be seen anywhere.

The shot turns towards a camera crew that is inside the locker room, showing Mac Bane sitting on a chair with his championship belt draped across another chair next to him. Across him sits another individual that is completely covered in the shadow of the room

Mac Bane: A while ago I made you an offer to join us, have you thought about it???

We hear a distorted cough from the figure before reacting

Figure: I have, but I am not sure yet Mac.

Mac Bane closes his eyes and shakes his head a few times before responding

Mac Bane: What is holding you back from making the only decision you can make to unlock your true potential?? I already told you last time, they are holding you back man. They don't value the same way that I do!! Maybe I was wrong to even come to you and offer the once in a lifetime opportunity, maybe I begin to see why they keep you around out of pity.

The figure is silent for a few moments, clearly letting the words of the current world champion sink in as we see Mac Bane start to slowly rise from his chair.

Figure: Stop

Mac Bane stops as he turns his attention back to the figure while hoisting the championship belt over his shoulder.

Mac Bane: For what?? The offer is there for you to grab, so what is holding you back??

Figure: I will join you Mac Bane, but I will do so when the time is near. I intend to open the eyes of those who proclaim YOUR saviors to be nothing more than a fraud. I intend to clean up the acts of those who think they know what I want. Tonight is not the right moment for me to be YOUR savior, so has it been written.

Mac Bane smiles and nods his head

Mac Bane: And so shall it be done

With that the champ walks off as we go back to ringside

Simone: Did we just hear that there will be another savior coming???

Adams: I don't like the sound of this!!!!

The camera switches to the backstage area as Ben Jordan walks through, nodding to people as he goes. He stops dead in his tracks as he look at a man in front of him but a huge smile crosses his face as the camera turns around to show Max Burke standing in front of him. Ben jumps at Max with a hug, the two men long term friends and steps back.

Ben: Almost didn't recognise ya with all this muscle mate.

Max: I could say the same for you.

Ben points at his stomach.

Ben: This, nah mate, all turkey. Holiday binge at all that. Looks like we both had the same old idea about coming home.

Max: I never could stay away for too long.

Ben: Boss paying ya bonuses in expensive Whiskey?

The two men share a smile.

Max: Heard what you said out there, very powerful.

Ben: Just felt like a thousand or so words to me.

Ben and Max both turn towards the camera, Ben winking at it before turning back to Max.

Ben: Anyway, I reckon we should pick off where we left off, and if I remember that right, I'm pretty sure it was your round.

Ben raises his hand in the drinking motion.

Max: I got the whiskeys last time we met.

Ben: That doesn't sound right.

Ben clicks his fingers.

Ben: Hey, is Casey around here tonight? Cause I think it's his round.

Max nods his head in agreement.

Max: It's his round.

The two smile and walk off camera, presumably to see if Casey Williams is somewhere in the building.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contender to the SCW Internet Championship!

"Wasted" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Jack Washington parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face.

Justin: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 235 pounds..... JACK WASHINGTON!!!!!!

Simone: We are about to determine the next contender to the SCW Internet Championship and out comes the former SCW World Champion! You have to imagine that he's going into this match as the favorite for sure!

Adams: He might be the favorite considering what he has accomplished in his career in Sin City Wrestling, but it's not as if he's facing the Troll. His opponent is far from a slouch and it's in Jack's best interest not to overlook him.

He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.

Justin: Introducing their opponent...

Smoke dispersed from the stage as "In My Zone" by Rittz blasts throughout the PA System as Brandon Hendrix bursts through the curtains to seeing a sold out crowd at the event, and he can't help but smirk at the sight in front of him. The females in the crowd sending love and positive reactions towards Brandon while the men send boos and borderline non PG comments towards Hendrix. Brandon nods his head at the crowd before throwing both his arms to the side, smoke coming up behind him as he yells, getting a louder reaction from the crowd.

Justin: He hails from San Antonio, Texas, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and thirty seven pounds, he is The Don, The Messiah, The Prodigal Son, Wrestling's Best Kept Secret, Based God, he is.... BRANDON..... HEEEEEENNNNNDRRIIX!

Brandon lowers his arms down before rotating his shoulder blades, staring down his opponent in the ring. He smirks again before stepping forward and starts his walk down to the ring. The fans reaching out for high fives catch his arms, but don't get a high-five from Brandon. He makes his way up the steel steps before standing on the apron. He jumps over the top rope and lands on the mat before walking up to his opponent, looking down at them as he smirks again before climbing the middle ropes, placing one foot on the top rope before letting out another yell, gaining another loud reaction from the fans before dropping to the mat below. The song ends as Brandon grabs the top rope and uses it to stretch before leaning into his corner, waiting for the bell to ring.

Simone: Hendrix has a tall order going up against one of the more decorated men in recent SCW memory, but he's always been an impressive physical specimen and he definitely has the size advantage to balance out the experience advantage Jack would have.

Adams: Brandon is physically imposing, no doubt about that. If he's going to become the next number one contender to the Internet Championship, he's really going to have to be that and then some! This match is just about ready to begin.

DING DING DING!

Brandon and Jack lock up and there is a test of strength for a bit before Brandon knees Jack in the gut, then grabs him around the waist and takes control of the early going with a belly to belly suplex. Jack hits the mat hard and grimaces as a result. He's able to get up, but Brandon comes up to him from behind and lifts him up on his shoulders. Brandon flattens Jack with a hard Samoan drop. Jack rolls away while he clutches his ribs. He is still able to get to his knees, but Brandon is waiting for him to get to a vertical base. Jack is able to rise up, but Brandon runs up to him, grabs him and floors him with a hard spinebuster into the center of the ring. Brandon makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Brandon stays focused as he applies a side headlock. Jack tries to fight him off with some leblows and he is able to get to a vertical base. However, Brandon converts the side headlock into a sidewalk slam, slamming Jack hard into the mat. Jack rolls away, holding his ribs for a bit. Brandon walks up to him and kicks him around for a bit before he is able to pick him up off of the mat. He grabs him, lifts him up and nails him with a fallaway slam. Jack hits the mat face first. He's able to will his way back up, but Brandon continues his power offense by picking him up from behind, carrying him to the center of the ring, and then nailing him with a wheelbarrow facebuster. Brandon turns over Jack and covers

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT

Simone: Surprisingly, it's Brandon coming out of the box seemingly dominating the former SCW World Champion. I was not expecting him to have such a fast start!

Adams: Brandon is imposing his will upon Jack right now and it's not looking good for him. Jack may have overlooked Brandon coming into this thing.

Brandon steps back as Jack crawls toward the corner. Jack lies on the corner once he gets up. Brandon goes for a clothesline in the corner, but Jack moves out of the way and Brandon crashes hard into the turnbuckle. He is able to stumble back toward Jack who then turns him around, kicks him in the gut and then drops him with a snap DDT. Jack catches his breath as he begins to get back into the match. Brandon is able to stand up. Jack delivers another kick to the gut to double him over and the former SCW World Champion follows up with a neckbreaker to take Brandon back down to the mat. Jack stands up and then comes off the ropes, leaping and nailing Brandon with a big splash. Jack stays on Brandon for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jack remains confident as he grabs Brandon and drags him up to a vertical base. Jack fires off some right hands before he whips Brandon off of the ropes. Brandon comes back in his direction and Jack leaps into an axe handle to knock Brandon back to the mat. Brandon is still able to get up. Jack comes over to knee him in the gut. He grabs him from behind, applying a hammerlock, before he picks him up and drops him into the mat with a hammerlock back suplex. Brandon rolls away, holding his left arm. Jack takes advantage of this by delivering a running knee to that arm. Jack then grabs Brandon and drags him up to a vertical base before he grabs him from behind and nails a German suplex right into a bridge pin...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Simone: Just like that, Jack uses his experience to will himself back into this match up! He's definitely got control and he appears to be outsmarting Brandon.

Adams: Jack is not afraid of anyone on this SCW roster! He's starting to show why he's been one of the main guys here over the last year or so.

Jack goes up to the top rope. He patiently waits for Brandon to get up. He does so and Jack leaps off looking for a missile dropkick, but Brandon moves out of the way. Jack collides with the mat on the way down. Brandon drags Jack back up and then nails him with a release German suplex. Brandon has a smirk on his face as Jack gets up. Jack crawls toward the corner and lies on it. Brandon goes up to him and gives him a big clothesline pressing him further into the corner. In the corner, Brandon fires off a few elbows to the skull to keep Jack at bay. After that, he grabs him, drags him out of the corner, then picks him up and nails him with a powerslam near the center of the ring. Brandon covers...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Brandon is gaining confidence as he stands back up. He waits for Jack to do the same before he knees him in the gut. Brandon picks him up and is thinking of a powerbomb, but Jack fires away some punches before he is able to counter with an improvised hurricanrana. Brandon bumps into the ropes and stumbles back toward Jack who then knees him in the gut. Brandon stumbles down to a knee before Jack comes back with a running enziguri to the head. Brandon drops to the mat, but Jack is staying on him as he stomps on him until Brandon gets back to his knees. Jack allows Brandon to stand and once he does, he gives him a kick to the gut followed by a spinning heel kick to knock him down to the mat. Jack turns him over and covers...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Simone: Brandon is certainly not going away at this point, but Jack has had more of a clear advantage the more this match has been going on. You have to wonder if Brandon's lacking stamina right now.

Adams: It sure seems that way. However, all it takes is one big move from Brandon and he can get himself back in this. He is someone that can definitely turn around the match on the drop of a dime.

Jack gets up and drags up Brandon to get him back to a vertical base. He keeps a hold of him as he drags him back down to the mat with an STO. Jack then stays on him as he applies a Boston crab on his larger opponent. Brandon struggles for a bit, but he is able to drag his way back to the bottom rope and grab it. Jack breaks the hold and steps back. He is able to patiently wait for Brandon to get back to a vertical base. Once Brandon is back to a vertical base, Jack is able to give him a shoulder tackle into the gut to double him over. After that, the former SCW World Champion then follows up with a spinning heel kick to get him back down to the mat. Jack drops down, turns Brandon over, and covers again...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Jack goes to the top rope following the kickout. Brandon stays down and Jack goes for a leg drop from the top rope, but Brandon moves out of the way and Jack lands spine first. Jack holds his back and winces in pain. Brandon takes advantage of this as he picks up Jack and then gives him a backbreaker into his own knee, causing further damage to the lower back. Jack yells out in pain as Brandon picks him up and applies a torture rack in the center of the ring. Jack continues to yell out in pain. Brandon urges him to give up. When the referee asks Jack if he is going to give up, the former World Champion says no. This irks Brandon as he pops up Jack in a military press position then floors him with a military press slam, before covering.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Simone: I'm not sure how Jack was even able to kick out of that. Brandon is firmly in control and it may be a matter of time before he takes this one and wins himself an Internet Championship match.

Adams: I agree. That military press had to have taken out whatever is left of Jack Washington. We could be on the verge of a surprise here...

Brandon applies a camel clutch following the kickout. Jack really struggles with the move considering the pain in his lower back. Still, he's able to reach the bottom rope. Brandon breaks the hold and then drags Jack back to the center of the ring. He is able to pick him up and then deliver a Fisherman's suplex. Brandon doesn't go for the cover. He allows Jack to crawl on the mat before kicking him in the gut a few times. Brandon drags Jack back up only to nail him with an electric chair slam. Brandon is feeling it as he gets back to a vertical base. Jack is doing the same at this point then Brandon runs up to him, knees him in the gut, and then nails him with a gutwrench suplex! From here, Brandon makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Brandon is confident standing up and dragging Jack up with him. He hoists him on his shoulders and has the Fall of the Guard in mind, but Jack fires off elbow after elbow, 10 in succession, before he weakens Brandon enough to counter with a tornado DDT. Brandon is lying on his back at this point as Jack climbs to the top rope. He's exhausted, but he confidently leaps off of the top rope and connects with the Philadelphia Flyer right in the chest. Brandon rolls away following that big flying elbow and Jack kips back up. Jack patiently waits for Brandon to get back to a vertical base. From there, Jack knees Brandon in the gut before picking him up and driving him straight into the mat with the All Jacked up!

Simone: ALL JACKED UP! What a rally by Jack Washington!

Adams: This one's over...

Jack smirks with confidence as he drops down for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and the number one contender to the Sin City Wrestling Internet Championship... JACK WASHINGTON!

Simone: Jack Washington has become the number one contender to the Internet Championship! What a furious rally at the end just when it seemed like he was out of it!

Adams: He faced a very game Brandon Hendrix tonight. But ultimately, Jack Washington was just too much! Huge win for the former SCW World Champion here!

Jack has his arm raised in victory and he's definitely got a smirk on his face. He leaves the ring and begins to celebrate while the referee checks on Brandon...

SCW Bombshells Internet Champion Andrea Hernandez is hanging out in the catering area, determined as usual to go out there and get the job done with her next championship defense. Despite the challenge that is ahead, she does not seem to be worried too much, if at all. Andrea reflects on her 2021 as well as the goals for the year ahead. She's so focused that she doesn't even notice SCU's Chelsea LeClair, her former tag team partner, come up behind her as Andrea gazes at the punch bowl.

Chelsea: Are you going to drink any of that?

Andrea nearly jumps up in the air, clearly surprised. She lets out an angry grunt before turning around to face Chelsea.

Andrea: Can't you see I am trying to concentrate for my title defense against Jessie Salco later?

Chelsea: Meditating over punch is concentrating on your title defense?

Chelsea sighs, knowing that Andrea is being slightly ridiculous. Andrea however, rolls her eyes clearly annoyed.

Andrea: What are you even doing here anyway, Chelsea? Shouldn't you be focusing on Veronica Taylor or something? You have finally made it onto a Supercard and you're just here bugging me?

Chelsea: RELAX, Andrea... wait, you haven't relaxed at all since the card for tonight was announced, have you?

Andrea: I'm a champion with an undefeated streak and a reputation that I have to uphold. It's not exactly rocket science nor is it a picnic. I may not show it often, but yeah, I do have quite a bit of pressure on me. And before you even ask that question because I know exactly what is coming out of your mouth, no I am NOT worried about losing this championship, and the 16 match win streak that I've attained across the board over the last 14 months, to JESSIE SALCO of all people. I'm not underestimating her even for a second. The only reason why she even got this title shot in the first place was because she was the least awful of the four that contended for this title a few weeks ago.

Chelsea: You may not be worried about yourself, but I am... slightly...

Andrea just scoffs at this, rejecting this worry warning from her former tag team partner.

Chelsea: I'm not doubting that you are going to retain against Jessie tonight. But what I am worried about is how you might collapse if you don't.

Andrea: COLLAPSE? This is NOT Evie Jordan all over again when I had that summer of hell and that brief downward spiral a year and a half ago. I came out of all that STRONGER than before and that's why I'm NOT worried about Jessie. Even in the off chance that she does win tonight, it's all going to be a fluke in the end anyway just like when she won the Roulette title off of Johanna Krieger except the only difference is that unlike Miss Do Nothing, I'm still going to keep improving. I'm going into this title defense more secure than ever, alright? This is NOT going to be another chicken little moment for me. Jessie may have won the four way, but I have ALWAYS been above her league... and SPEAKING of that... assuming I DO beat Jessie, I am honestly DISGUSTED with the state of the Internet division right now...

Chelsea: I don't blame you. Tonight, two of the three losers of that match Jessie won and Bea Barnhart got to compete for the next title shot.

Chelsea sighs, lamenting this fact.

Andrea: It makes me SICK! Where is the REAL challenge around here? I beat Jessie and THEN what? I can't believe I am saying this, but Jessie is going to be the hardest defense for a while barring something completely unforeseen. It's ridiculous. As the President of the Internet, I deserve better competition! I don't want to settle for over the hill LOSERS like Dani and Seleana and I damn sure don't want to settle for never-will-be's like Bea Barnhart. I made my name and became the most hated wrestler of 2021 by beating the likes of Roxi Johnson, Keira Fisher and Sam Marlowe. How the FUCK am I going to be able to retain that award when Jessie Salco is apparently the best challenger available for my title right now? I mean COME ON! Does this company STILL want to insult my intelligence and disrespect me like they do? It's like...

Chelsea: Hey, cool the jets there, Andrea...

Andrea sighs and rolls her eyes.

Chelsea: One thing at a time! You've got to get by jessie first and I know that you will. As a friend, I was just checking up on you to see if you were okay, which for the most part you are. But for god's sake Andrea, take the broomstick out of your ass every once in a while. You might actually have fun doing what you love for a change.

Andrea: Excuse me?

Chelsea: Quit putting so much pressure on yourself over the dumbest things. That's all I am saying. If you're able to stay out of your own head tonight, Jessie shouldn't be a problem for you. I'm not even going to wish you luck because I have faith in you that you are going to go out there and you are going to remain a champion. You were so much more fun to talk to when you weren't acting like such a bitch...

Chelsea rolls her eyes and leaves Andrea alone. Andrea's anger seethes for a bit, but not for long.

Andrea: Well this BITCH has been dominant and undefeated for so long for a reason and TONIGHT... that will REMAIN as such! Once I am done with Jessie, these people better quit throwing PRETENDERS my way... because that's all the likes of Seleana, Bea and Dani are... PRETENDERS! Tonight? I'm going to prove once and for all that Jessie was a PRETENDER all along!

Andrea stands by and seethes in her anger a little bit more before the scene fades to black.

The camera person is walking the backstage area looking for someone to focus their camera on so they can broadcast their comments. They see Bea Barnhart walking down the backstage hallway so they walk up and ask her if she will give comments on her match. Bea agrees and looks sternly into the camera.

Bea: I'll keep my comments short as my match will be happening shortly. Danielle. . .Seleana. . .you two are going down hard and I'm walking away as the winner with a shot at the Bombshell Internet Championship at Blaze of Glory X. If you two think you can stop me then you're not thinking. Take me lightly if you want. Try to intimidate me if you want. Talk all the smack you want. The bottom line is I never back down to anyone. Shortly you two step into the ring with me and you'll find out what I'm capable of. I don't want to hear you two whine when I destroy you in the match.

Bea finishes her comments then waves off the camera person then she continues walking around the backstage area.

Simone: Welcome back to Inception V! Later on, tonight we will see Jessie Salco challenge Andrea Hernandez for the Bombshell Internet Championship but first, we have to determine the next challenger for that title as Dani Weston, Seleana Zdunich and Bea Barnhart go at it in a Triple Threat Match!

Adams: Dani and Seleana were in the Fatal Four Way Match that earned Jessie her shot against Andrea whilst Bea has been all over the place in recent weeks including a shot at the World Bombshell Championship! Last time we saw Bea was when she took on Kat Jones in Kat's debut match and all three are looking for a chance to bounce back from recent setbacks and get in the title picture!

Simone: Real question is, will the winner of this match be Andrea's third challenger or Jessie's first? Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following is a Triple Threat Bombshell Internet Title Challenger Match scheduled for one fall!

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar starts to play and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. She is dressed in black leather pants, a white pullover type tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket, which is basically a tough street girl look.

Justin: Introducing first, from Lawrenceville Georgia, Bea Barnhart!

As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into the corner then after playing the crowd she jumps down and settles into the corner to wait for the match to start.

Simone: Bea has been a persistent face in the title scene but ever since her husband won the Roulette Title her efforts have only doubled!

Adams: Will tonight be her night or will Seleana or Dani win the day?

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 centre 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 Weston...

She continues to smile out to the fans, before she makes her way over towards the ring. Sliding into it under the bottom rope, she leaps up to her feet to wave out to the people before her theme song slowly dies off the speaker system.

Simone: Dani has been impressive since her return to SCW but it's hard to deny that she's had a rough cycle, losing to Johanna Krieger and Jessie since it started.

Adams: She's a former World Champion and so is Seleana, most would say that they are the favourites to win but the same was said about the match that Jessie won to earn her shot!

The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.

Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat's roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway.

Justin: And finally, from Halmstad, Sweden, Seleana Zdunich!

And makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.

Simone: Seleana Hasn't had a good run of luck either, her last title match was the five pack challenge that served as Krystal Wolfe's sixth Bombshell Roulette Title Défense.

Adams: Not to mention the Fatal Four Way she competed in alongside Dani!

Dawn starts to go over the rules with all three women but Dani and Bea share a look and quickly get the same idea as Seleana is being checked for weapons, as soon as Dawn has backed away from Seleana the other two Bombshells bull rush Seleana with Bea spearing Seleana into the corner and holding her in place whilst Dani starts laying in some stiff shots to Seleana's body and face prompting Dawn to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: Dani and Bea are not wasting time here!

Adams: Seleana has been in more title matches recently than either of them combined, it's likely that they see her as the obvious threat!

Dawn tells the two brunette bombshells off for the cheap shot but they ignore her, instead opting to continue to work over the blonde bombshell! Eventually Bea grabs Seleana by the hair and throws her to the outside of the ring satisfied with her work but she apparently forgets that this isn't a handicap match as she goes to hi five Dani only to get ricked by a forearm to the face spinning Bea around and allowing Dani to go for a roll-up pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bea kicks out! Bea quickly gets back to her feet and once it clicks that this is a Triple Threat Match Bea starts brawling with Dani ending their alliance almost as quickly as it started.

Simone: That might be a new record for "fastest time between alliance formation and dissolvement" in a wrestling match!

Adams: It's every woman for herself Belinda but Dani and Bea had better not forget about Seleana, she might be on the outside but Seleana is still in the match!

After a while, Bea ducks a wild right hand from Dani and grabs her in a side headlock and manages to crank up the pressure a little bit before Dani backs her to the ropes and whips her off! On the rebound Dani ducks down to avoid Bea's charge and Bea jumps right over her right into a Springboard Cross Body from Seleana! Dani sees this happening and tries to break up the pin before it can happen but Seleana sees her coming and Suplexes Dani onto her one time partner.

Simone: That's one way to deal with the opposition in a multi-person match! Slam one opponent into the other.

Adams: And as Seleana just demonstrated with Dani and Bea, it's effective!

Dani rolls away from Seleana allowing the Swedish Bombshell to go for the pin on Bea!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bea gets the shoulder up! Seleana shakes her head in response before she stands up and goes over to Dani who is still feeling the effects of being Suplexed onto one of her opponents before picking her up for a brainbuster attempt, however Dani slips out the back and hits Seleana with a Backstabber before following that up with a Dragon Sleeper! It looks like Seleana is starting to fade after a few minutes but fortunately for her Bea breaks it up with a diving forearm to Dani's back forcing her to let go.

Simone: A few seconds later and Dani would be moving on to challenge either Jessie or Andrea for the title!

Adams: Dani had it well in hand with that submission hold on Seleana but Bea had obviously recovered from having Dani Suplexed onto her!

Seleana rolls out to the apron to regroup whilst Bea drags Dani back to her feet whilst back in to the ring Bea hits Dani with an Atomic Drop followed by a round kick to the head and then following that up with a short-armed clothesline knocking the former World Bombshell Champion to the ground! Bea quickly goes for the pin thinking that she won't have to worry about Seleana for a while as Seleana is still on the apron.

ONE!

TWO!

And Dani gets the shoulder up! Bea shakes her head before picking Dani back up and hitting a running version of the Bea Bulldog! Dani seems to be out for the count as Bea goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Seleana breaks it up just in the nick of time!

Simone: One second later and Bea would be the next challenger for the Bombshell Internet Championship!

Adams: If she had been paying attention, she would've seen that Seleana was coming back into the ring as Bea hit her version of the bulldog and could've done something about it before going for the pin on Dani!

This time it's Dani turn to roll away from her competition rather than risk another pin attempt from either Bea or Seleana who are currently brawling with each other in the middle of the ring, their brawl eventually spills to the outside and shows no sign of slowing down even as Dani returns to her feet in the ring, surveying the situation on the outside Dani decides to take advantage of the distraction by hitting her opponents with a running suicide dive wiping out both opponents!

Simone: Dani took a big risk with that dive on Bea and Seleana but it paid off.

Adams: And then some! Dani will have a huge advantage once she gets either Bea or Seleana back into the ring!

Dani gets back to her feet first and grabs Seleana by the hair before throwing her back into the ring, Bea is starting to stir as well but Dani ignores her before rolling into the ring and going for the pin on Seleana.

ONE!

TWO!

And Seleana gets the shoulder up! Dani gets back to her feet and calls for her finisher!

Simone: Dani's going for the Dani-Do-Right on Seleana but she doesn't see Bea coming!

Adams: If she can take out Bea before she can break up the attempt, Danio will have the winning pin-fall on Seleana in the bag!

However, Dani doesn't see Bea until it's too late as Bea clobbers her from behind forcing her to let go of Seleana and allowing Bea to hit a German Suplex! Dani lands near the ropes so Bea opts not to go for a pin on her knowing that a rope break would be the likely outcome of that attempt, Bea turns around and gets taken out by a slingblade courtesy of Seleana who quickly drops down for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Dani breaks it up! Dani shoves Seleana away before picking up Bea and hitting the Dani-Do-Right!

Simone: DANI-DO-RIGHT! DANI HITS IT!

Adams: Stick a fork in Bea, she's.......

However, before Jason can finish his catchphrase (and Dani can go for the pin) Seleana spins Dani around and hits her with the Kataga!

Simone: KATAGA! SELEANA HITS IT!

Adams: Stick forks in both Dani and Bea, they are done!

Seleana hooks Dani's legs for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Seleana Zdunich!

Simone: Seleana has secured a future shot at either Andrea or Jessie!

Adams: Appropriate considering Jessie pinned Seleana to earn that shot!

Seleana celebrates her win whilst Dawn checks on Dani and Bea.

The scene opens backstage at Inception V where we see tonight's challenger for the Bombshell Internet Championship Jessie Salco watching the conclusion to the Triple Threat Match between Seleana Zdunich, Bea Barnhart and Dani Weston for a future for at the Bombshell Internet Championship, once Seleana gets the win Jessie chuckles to herself as Pussy Willow walks up to the wrestling veteran.

Jessie: It's funny isn't it Pussy? I pinned Seleana to earn my shot at Andrea and now it looks like she'll be my first challenger!

Pussy: You really think your going to win the title from Andrea?

Jessie turns her attention to Pussy completely and folds her arms.

Jessie: Why do you think I said, "looks like"? Andrea may be a raging egomaniac but she was undefeated throughout 2021 for a reason, it couldn't be more obvious that Andrea is looking to make 2022 more of the same but I'm about to bring that to a screeching halt.

Pussy: But you've never beaten Andrea before.

Jessie: I had never beaten Dani, Alicia or Seleana before either, yet I am the one challenging Andrea tonight whilst Dani and Seleana just fought alongside Bea Barnhart for a future shot at the Bombshell Internet Championship and Alicia got stuck in a nothing match against Candy off all people! Puts things in perspective, doesn't it?

Pussy: You think your going to repeat your previous success tonight?

Jessie: I know I will! This year marks my tenth in SCW, I'm literally the only active member of the SCW roster who can remember when the Climax Controls were in the double digits because there's a chance I competed on those shows! Granted, my actual tenth anniversary isn't until the beginning of July with this year's Summer XXXTreme being the tenth anniversary of my Supercard debut but I'm planning on making the most of it!

Jessie glances towards the monitor one last time and it's clear that she has one thing on her mind.

Jessie: And that starts with me becoming a two time Bombshell Internet Champion!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it has a 30 minute time limit!!! About to enter the arena.....

"Release me"

The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones,, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.

Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.

Justin: "Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!"

Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits the arrival of her opponent

Justin: And her opponent

The opening keyboard notes of "The Touch" begin on the PA system. Stan Bushâ€™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 continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. 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 â€œflyingâ€ 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.

Currently in the ring, standing in at 5'6 and weighing in at 132 pounds!! Hailing from Tampa, Florida!! Roxi Johnson!!

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as Jacob Summers has signalled both ladies to get the match started, Kat Jones brashfully gets to the middle of the ring as she extends her hand towards her opponent in a test of strength. Roxi looks at the crowd as she is reluctant to take the challenge as she listens to the crowd cheering her on.

Simone: Interesting situation, Kat has a few inches on her opponent but is lacking a few pounds in the weight department on Roxi

Adams: Indeed Belinda, I understand Roxi's hesitation. You just don't walk into a test of strength without looking over the options that you got.

Roxi looks from left to right as she listens to the crowd while we see Kat stare her down with a cold look on her face. Roxi turns her attention to the right, causing Kat to step forward and slap her in the face and demands her to accept her challenge. Roxi feels the sting across her cheek with her hand before nodding her head and raises her hand in the air as well. Kat extends her other hand in the air also as this forces Roxi to extend her other hand in the air to meet the one of Kat. Kat knees Roxi in the midsection as this causes Roxi to drop to her knees while clutching onto the grip that Kat has on her.

Adams: I told you that I wasn't all too excited for Roxi to just walk into this challenge that Kat placed upon her.

Kat turns the hands upside down as she puts more and more pressure on the wrists as Jacob Summers checks on Roxi if she is capable to mount a comeback. Telling Jacob that she is not willing to give up to the painful hold that Kat has on her. Roxi slowly tries to get one foot up from her kneeled position, trying to relieve some of the pressure that Kat has placed upon her wrists. She slowly gets both legs up and slowly rises to a standing position in hope to turn the situation on Kat Jones. But Kat knees her in the midsection once again, causing Roxi to push her upper body forwards as Kat has let go off the grip. She grabs Roxi by the hair and yanks her backwards on the canvas before setting herself up for a knee drop on the face of Roxi. Kat quickly goes for the cover

ONE!

Roxi gets her shoulder off the canvas after a count of one, only to be locked in a reverse chin lock by Kat, pushing her feet in a position that she leans on her toes, putting more pressure on the neck of Roxi as most of Kats body is off the canvas.

Simone: Nice ground attack by Kat, we all know that both women have a ground and aerial attack. But if you ground Roxi, then you take more than 50 percent of her offence away from her.

Jacob Summers checks on Roxi who is telling him that she will not give in. she manages to get to her side before slowly rising to her feet. Driving a few elbows into the midsection of Kat as this causes the grip to be loosened. Roxi charges to the ropes after feeling that Kat has let go off her and tries to find some separation from her opponent before executing her first offensive move. Kat ducks as Roxi leaps over her and runs to the other side of the ring. There she executes a Springboard Hurricanrana as this drops Kat on the canvas before Roxi goes for the cover.

ONE!

TW...

But Kat manages to get her shoulder off the canvas in time, Roxi quickly gets to her feet and delivers a standing moonsault on her opponent before going for another cover

ONE!

TW...

And again Kat kicks out, rolling on her stomach as Roxi runs to the ropes on the opposite side. She charges in on Kat, having a baseball slide in her mind but Kat just rolled out of the ring and sidesteps Roxi as this forces her to slide underneath he bottom rope to the outside. Kat grabs her by the hair and bashes her back first into the steel ring steps as she had whipped her into that direction. Causing the top chair to fall off the steps and Kat follows it up with a running knee to the face of Roxi and then immediately grabs her by the head and whips her back into the ring before rolling out of the ring into the ring and goes for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

But Roxi manages to get her shoulder off the canvas as she feels her back in agonizing pain as Kat drops a few elbow drops on the back of Roxi before sinking in a single Leg Boston Crab and sitting down deep on the lower back of Roxi as she is screaming in pain as she desperately attempts to reach for the ropes.

Simone: Her fingers are inches away!!!!

Kat sits even deeper on the lower back of Roxi, trying to force a submission victory over the legendary Bombshell but Roxi refuses to give in and extends her arm one final time before grabbing the bottom rope as this forces Jacob Summers to count to five as Kat needs to relinquish the submission hold.

Adams: Kat Jones is much more aggressive than Roxi, this is a key to win this match!!!

Kat grabs the head of Roxi and lifts her up to her feet, setting her up for a Belly to Back Suplex. But out of nowhere we see Roxi block the move and executes a Belly to Back suplex of her own and surprises Kat. She slowly sits up as she holds on to her lower back before going for a cover but Kat has rolled out of the ring to stop the offence that Roxi surprised her with. Roxi gets to her feet by pulling herself upwards using the ropes. Roxi measures Kat and then jumps over the top rope and comes crashing down on Kat as that sends Kat crashing onto the concrete floor. Roxi gets to her feet and grabs Kat by her arm and whips her into the security railing before whipping her into the ring apron. Roxi then executes a running clothesline that causes Kat to drop hard on the ground due to the impact of the blow. Roxi breathes heavy, trying to get some oxygen back into her body before sliding in and out of the ring in an attempt to break the ten count of Jacob Summers. She grabs Kat and rolls her back in the ring before climbing on the ring apron and measures the distance between her and Kat before jumping the ropes and executes a springboard 360 frog splash to crash down hard on Kat.

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

But Kat gets her shoulder off the canvas in time before Jacob could register the third count. This causes Roxi to to look around for a few moments, this momentary distraction gives Kat the opportunity to lock in a Hells Gate submission hold. Trying to get her hands locked around the head of Roxi, who desperately tries to break free out of the grip but fails. Kat has got the hold locked in deep as she forces Roxi to get to a knee as she seems to be slowly fading. Roxi suddenly gets back to her feet and in a final offensive struggle lifts Kat up in the air and plants her with a modified Powerbomb. This causes her to let go off the Hells Gate submission hold as both women are now down and out on their backs on the canvas.

Simone: Both women are exhausted!!!

Jacob starts to use his ten count on both women

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Both women slowly push their shoulders off the canvas as they try to roll over to their stomach and crawl towards the ropes.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Roxi and Kat get to their feet and turn towards each other and charge towards each other. Kat ducks a clothesline, sets herself up to deliver a superkick towards Roxi. But the Hall of Famer sidesteps and executes a dropkick that sends Kat towards the turnbuckles. Roxi charges the ropes and jumps the ropes before grabbing the head of Kat and executes a DDT out of the corner and drops Kat face first onto the canvas before rolling her over and goes for the pin

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by pinfall!! Roxi Johnson!!!!

Roxi's music hits as her arm is being raised by Jacob Summers before checking in on Kat to see if she is okay. Roxi slides out of the ring and heads to the back while slapping the hands of the fans.

Backstage, the swarm of lighting assistants, stage hands, production managers, makeup artists and middle-tier management find somewhere else to be – or at the very least, look – as Masque steps back through from the rampway. Her long blonde hair is slick with sweat, made stringy and tangled by the black straps pulled tight around her head.

Something pink and watery trucks down underneath the hard plastic, rounding her bruised chin. She collects it with the top of her prosthetic, watching it stain the bone-coloured plastic and turns from the main corridor, letting the half-dozen who parted ways swamp back in as she exits.

Slipping inside her dressing room and setting down on the bench, her blue eyes roll closed and she listens to the hum of the overhead striplights. They chatter and buzz with fluctuating voltage and worn-out filaments.

Amber Ryan: You know, they're gonna think you're losing your touch. Or they will... once they figure out what you're up to.

Leaning heavily on the doorframe, silhouetted in just such a way that the shadows created a half mask of their own across the otherwise loosely apathetic features of the SCW Bombshells World Champion herself.

Eyes still shut, Masque reaches up and tugs at the ratchet holding the straps tight against the back of her slick head. With an audible click, the tension releases and the bands flutter free. Only the position of her face, chin turned towards the ceiling, keeps the mask in place. Without the added compression, more red tracks weep between plastic and skin.

Masque: Oh, my Hurricane. They do not know me at all.

Her eyes flutter open and roll down, meeting Amber's despite the tilt of her head.

Masque: And, of course, they do not really know you. Not yet. But they will.

Amber Ryan: Actually it's funny you mention that...

Pushing off the edge of the frame, back to an upright that seems to almost full the space despite the height difference. Amber shakes her head knowingly.

Amber Ryan: ... cause you keep saying you're going to do a lot of things, and yet... I'm here. You're here and nothing has really changed... not nearly in the way I'm sure you intended.

Holding the mask in place with her god-given hand, Masque slowly drops her head. Blue eyes fix on Amber.

Masque: Give me the Championship. Do not think. Do it.

She extends her prosthetic, white phalanges wrapped in painted black thorns beckoning.

Masque: Give it to me, and I will show you what has changed.

Reluctantly, and perhaps against every given fibre of her being saying otherwise, the title that she'd so proudly and fiercely fought for this past nearly year... Amber slipped the World Title off her shoulder with a glare, the type as if to say 'I expect this back'. Arms outstretched with fingers gripping the edge of the face plate right around where her name was etched, Amber slowly relinquished her hold.

Holding it in front, Masque tested the heft, the weight. She twisted the belt back on itself, running the leather through fingers that could not feel anything except variations in pressure. But of course, she felt it.

Masque: I can see why you care for it so much ...

She turned the faceplate towards her, catching her own mask in its soft shine. The moments stretched out in absolute silence, as Masque looked at something nobody else could apparently see. Eventually, she set the title across her lap, extended a single plastic forefinger, and ran it along the rim.

Soot.

Masque: How long did it take you to decide to go back for it?

A small chuckle escaped from Amber's lips as she reached her hand out expectantly, as though she could see her heart beating in someone else's hands- instead of in her chest where it belonged.

Amber Ryan: I don't think that matters.

Masque: Turn around.

Amber quirked an eyebrow expectantly, questioningly.

Amber Ryan: Turn my back on you? May as well just hand you a knife as well and be done with it.

Masque: I already have your heart. I do not need a fucking knife. Turn around.

A curt nod from the redhead in as much agreeance as she was willing to give, methodically Amber turned her back although making sure to keep the porcelain clad woman in her periphery out of habit... as though it would save her.

Without warning, the mask flew across the space between them, crashing against the brickwork to bounce and land at Amber's feet. The inside of the plastic ran pink; a mixture of sweat and blood.

Masque: This is not a relationship of dominance, despite what foolish little songbirds tweet.

It could have been really easy, Amber contemplated, all she had to do was turn around... a fist balled, an exposed target. All of this a distant memory to be buried alongside all the others.

Amber Ryan: That might be all well and good...

Still at the edge of her periphery, Amber didn't make any attempt to look further back. Instead her foot gently kicking the mask slightly to the side as though an impediment, an obstacle to be disregarded.

Amber Ryan: ... now give me, my fucking title.

Climbing to her feet, Masque made sure to approach fully in the periphery of the Champion. Closer.

Closer.

Masque: Answer the question. How long did it take you to decide?

And then, she laughed. Sweet and sing-song. Discordant. Grotesque.

Masque: It was not even a decision, because there was only one possible course of action.

Close enough now to feel breath on the back of the neck.

Masque: When the moment came, to choose this title or everything else you have worked for – suffered so much for – you did not even hesitate.

She lifts the Championship up to her lips, breathing in deeply.

Masque: I can smell the carbon. The rebirth. You wanted to know what has changed ...

Slowly, she feeds the blackened leather over Amber's shoulder until the familiar weight of the faceplate settles down. Her voice is a whisper in the Champion's ear.

Masque: You.

She takes a deep breath, again.

Masque: You have changed. Left behind all the pettiness, the trivialities. Reborn. Resplendent, as you were always meant to be.

Amber takes a hold of the edge, fingers finding blistered leather, allowing the breath that had pent up in her lungs to release as the weight once again felt like home.

Amber Ryan: You keep believing that...

Another small kick to the mask on the ground, this one more deliberate as it scuttled further away from them both across the floor, Amber stepped away, turning back just enough that the taller woman's form still fell just within view. Details unfocused, hazy, but within sight.

Amber Ryan: ... Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a World title to retain.

Extending her prosthetic, Masque waved with scuttling, serpentine plastic that could not have been less natural.

Masque: Yes, my Resplendent Hurricane. You do.

The camera cuts to the backstage area where Ms. Rocky Mountain stands next to the Roulette Wheel.

Ms Rocky Mountains: It's time to find out just what match Krystal Wolfe will defend her SCW Bombshell Roulette championship in.

Rocky spins the wheel, waiting for it to stop. She frowns as she looks at it.

Ms Rocky Mountains: It doesn't happen often but it looks like tonight, it will be a regular rules match, back to you guys at ringside.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is for the SCW Bombshells Roulette Championship!!!

"Like a Phoenix" begins to slowly play as the lights go out. Two lights from the stage is seen showing Keira's shadow, raising her arms. The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" as she waits for her opponent

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger from Miami, Florida.... KEIRA FISHER!

Adams: Krystal Wolfe has been a dominant champion for most of her reign, but she's got a dream challenger tonight in Keira Fisher.

Simone: Keira just hasn't had much luck with titles lately. She couldn't win the Internet title at High Stakes. Keira may need to take advantage of this opportunity as we could be looking at her last shot for a while if she doesn't pull through.

"I Want It All" by Queen hits the speakers and the crowd comes unglued when Matthew Kennedy comes out from the back.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome the third ever SCW Roulette Champion "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy!

Matthew makes his way down the ramp occasionally slapping hands with the fans before he enters the ring and takes the mic from Justin.

Matthew: Ladies and gentlemen of the SCW Universe, it my pleasure to introduce you all to the reigning SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion! Originally from Adelaide, Australia but now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, please welcome "Down Under Thunder" Krystal Wolfe!

The opening to "Stand My Ground" by Within Temptation hits the speakers and the lights dim, once the music kicks into high gear strobe lights flash around the entrance ramp before a single spotlight stops on Krystal as she kneels on one knee with her head down and hood up, the Bombshell Roulette Title around her waist.

Once the lyrics hit Krystal removes her hood and looks out to the crowd before standing up and making her way down to the ring with Marty not far behind her, she hops onto the apron before jumping over the ropes and into the ring where she hands the title over to the ref and waits for her opponent.

Adams: Krystal has seemed a little vulnerable as the Roulette Champion. Ever since she lost the champions versus champions match to Andrea Hernandez, her aura of invincibility appears to be disappearing.

Simone: Krystal is absolutely a vulnerable champion tonight when you consider that she got pinned on the last Climax Control of 2021 and she came off of High Stakes getting pinned by Kate Steele. If there was a big chance for a title to change hands, it would be this match right here.

DING DING DING!

Keira bolts for Krystal right away attempting a clothesline, but Krystal is quick to bring her down with an armdrag. Keira holds her arm, wincing in some pain as she stands up. Krystal is waiting for her as she grabs her by that same arm and whips her into the corner, spine first. Krystal doesn't hesitate as she runs up to her and nails her with a corner splash. Keira comes back Krystal's way and Krystal knees her in the gut. Krystal grabs her and takes her down with a snapmare near the center of the ring. The Roulette Champion catches her breath and is definitely confident when Keira gets back to her knees. Krystal then runs up to Keira and connects with a dropkick. Keira drops face down to the mat and then Krystal slides in to turn her over and make the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Krystal isn't deterred as she stands up. She waits for Keira to do the same. Keira gets to her feet and Krystal knees her in the gut. She attempts to go for a tornado DDT, but Keira shoves her back into the corner to block it. Krystal holds her ribs as she stumbles out of the corner and then Keira comes back with a spinning heel kick right to the side of the head. This causes Krystal to stumble down to a knee. Keira steps back and then runs up to her and nails her with an enziguri. Krystal goes down to the mat and Keira wastes no time going to the top rope. Krystal stands up. Keira then decides to leap off of the top rope and nail Krystal with a senton right into a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Keira is definitely bringing her best after she survived a bit of an early onslaught. Krystal still has plenty left however.

Simone: Keira needs to maintain a killer instinct if she wants to walk away with the title tonight. So far, so good!

Keira maintains her determination as she locks in a headscissors chokehold on Krystal. Krystal struggles with the move, but she is able to drag her way to the bottom rope and grab it. Keira lets go then stands up. She waits for Krystal to get up and then she clotheslines her over the top rope and onto the floor. Keira is remaining confident as she waits for Krystal to get up again. Once she does on the outside, Keira runs at her and then suicide dives between the middle and top ropes, taking down the champion. Keira then drags Krystal up and tosses her back in the ring. Keira rolls back in herself and sees Krystal on her hands and knees. Keira nails her with a running knee to the head before she turns her over and covers her.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Keira is starting to look frustrated as she heads back to the top rope. She doesn't hesitate as she leaps for a moonsault, but Krystal moves out of the way. Krystal takes her time to get up and waits for Keira to do the same. When she does, Krystal runs over to her and knocks her down with a clothesline. Keira gets back up. Krystal knees her in the gut and then she grabs her by the head and bounces off of the ropes, taking her down with a springboard bulldog. Krystal catches her breath while Keira rolls away. Krystal drags Keira up to her feet as she rises again and then whips her face first into the corner. Keira stumbles back toward Krystal's direction and Krystal grabs her from behind and nails her with a reverse DDT. Krystal covers...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adams: The champion absolutely needed to get back in the swing of things there. Krystal has been vulnerable and she has to re-establish some dominance here.

Simone: It was certainly a good start and that reverse DDT may help. But Keira isn't someone that is going to go away so easily.

Krystal is a bit surprised, but stays with it as she drags Keira back up to her feet. She's about to make a move, but Keira elbows her in the ribs and then counters with a back suplex. Krystal rolls away and Keira gains some momentum, coming at her and kicking her in the ribs repeatedly. Krystal gets to her knees to try to fight back, but Keira spikes her into the mat with a DDT. Keira stands up and catches her breath while Krystal gets back to a vertical base. Keira nails Krystal with a roundhouse kick to the gut. The challenger then comes off of the ropes and nails Krystal with an axe kick sending her straight down to the mat. Keira has a glare of determination in her eyes as she turns Krystal over and hooks the leg for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Keira glares at the referee, seemingly perturbed by the kickout. She traps Krystal in a cobra clutch trying to get her to tap out. Krystal struggles to breathe for a bit, but she is able to elbow her way to her knees. Krystal is able to get up slightly then drop Keira with an improvised cutter to break the hold. Keira holds her jaw as she gets back to her feet. Krystal is waiting for her with a running cross body that takes her back down to the mat. Krystal stands up. Once Keira does the same, Krystal runs at her and nails her with a spear that knocks the wind out of her challenger. Following that, Krystal follows up with a quick legdrop across the throat to further knock the wind out of her and then stays on her for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adams: We can see that Krystal is starting to get a little more aggressive, especially since this has been such a back and forth match.

Simone: The longer this match goes, the more desperate that Krystal may become. This may play right into the hands of her far more experienced challenger.

Krystal isn't deterred by this and she locks in a half-Boston crab. Keira struggles with the hold for a bit, but she is able to get to the bottom rope after a minute and a half. Krystal breaks the hold. Krystal then drags Keira all the way back to the center of the ring. She drags her back up to her feet and locks in a side headlock for a few moments before she turns her around and nails her with a spinebuster! Keira is looking like she has gotten the wind knocked out of her as she is barely moving while Krystal goes to the top rope. Krystal remains patient and then dives straight from the top rope onto Keira, connecting with a 450 splash. Krystal stays on her for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Krystal doesn't get discouraged as she drags Keira to the corner. She goes to the top rope and she goes for a Critical Hit, but Keira is able to block the corkscrew moonsault. Keira rolls away while Krystal struggles to catch her breath. Keira comes back to her and applies an abdominal stretch to cause her some more discomfort and then she nails her with a double knee gut buster just to knock more wind out of her. Krystal is holding her ribs and barely moving as Keira comes back and gives her a solid kick to the ribs. Krystal stays down on her hands and knees at this point and Keira makes things worse for the champion by picking her up and giving her a gutwrench suplex. Keira drops down and covers her again...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Adams: SO CLOSE! Keira nearly had her there! She's done a great job going after the chest, but it appears that there's still a second wind in the champion.

Simone: If I'm Keira, I look to try to finish this thing right now. She's got her on the ropes and Krystal is starting to fade a little bit in there.

Keira is really beginning to feel it now as she applies another abdominal stretch to Krystal. Krystal is in some pain as she is really struggling with this move. Keira nails her with a backbreaker at this point just to continue to knock the wind out of her. Keira stands up and then sees Krystal get back to her knees, holding her ribs. Keira runs up to her and nails her in the chest with a dropkick. Krystal rolls away again, but Keira nails her with another running knee to the head. At this point, the challenger drags Krystal over to the corner. Keira goes to the top rope. She dives and nails Krystal with a moonsault that connects right into her ribcage. Keira holds her own chest for a couple of moments before she swoops in for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Keira is supremely confident at this point as she gets back to a vertical base. She patiently waits for Krystal to get up. Krystal does so and Keira goes for the Seven Sins. Krystal is able to duck under the kick just in the nick of time. When Keira spins back around, Krystal is there to nail her with another spear near the corner. Keira is now the one looking like she's gotten the wind out of her as Krystal struggles to the top rope. Krystal leaps off the top rope going for the Critical Hit again. This time, she nails it. Krystal rolls away, still holding her ribs in pain. She manages to get up and while she does so, she drags Keira back up to her feet. She's able to lift her up and nail her with the Down Under Thunderbomb!

Adams: DOWN UNDER THUNDERBOMB

Simone: Aaaaand.... That's all she wrote...

Krystal drops down for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of this match and STILL the SCW Bombshells Roulette Champion.... KRYSTAL WOLFE!

Adams: Krystal was really seeming vulnerable in recent weeks, and in particular this match, but when the chips are down and when it mattered the most, she pulled out the win and her record setting title reign continues!

Simone: I think Keira went for the wrong finishing move to be honest. She should've gone for the Deadly Sin since that was more of a target to the ribs. But alas, Krystal still had to take advantage of that mistake and that's exactly what she did.

Krystal celebrates for a bit after she is handed her title. She sees Keira stirring. Krystal extends her hand to her and Keira grabs it. Krystal helps her up and they essentially have a handshake. Keira nods at the Roulette champion before she leaves her alone to have her moment in the spotlight...

Johanna Krieger rolls her shoulders warming up backstage before prying eyes in the SCW lockeroom, in a dark and quiet corner. She throws a few punches and a knee, shadow boxing and preparing.

Alex Jones: Well well well...future SCW Bombshells champion Johanna Krieger.......

Alex steps into view with a smile on his face. Johanna raises an eyebrow and looks over at him with a smile.

Alex Jones: I hope an important future champion like yourself still has time for a former tag team partner and friend........

Johanna shakes her head and folds her arms over her chest with a smirk.

Johanna Krieger: You have the strangest ways of getting people hyped for their matches Alex....but you know I'm ready. You know I'm going to go out there and do my best to take Ambers head clean off her shoulders and take that Bombshells title....

Alex Jones: See, thats what I love about you Jo, I never have to worry about if you'll be mentally prepared for a match....this is your moment...enjoy it......

Johanna grabs her ring jacket nodding at Alex as she turns to make her way down the hallway to keep preparing..

Justin Decent: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW internet championship...introducing first...

The arena cuts to black as the slow guitar intro of "Blood Lightning" by Lutharo is heard over the PA System, right as the song launches into the opening guitar solo the lights start to flash across the arena before a single spotlight shines on Jessie headbanging to the song..

Justin Decent: From Miami, Florida, please welcome Jessie Salco!

Jessie posses at the top of the ramp just as the clean vocals of Krista is heard over the PA before she makes her way down the ramp, Jessie rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd again as the song fades.

"Waking the Demon" by Bullet for my Valentine hits the venue's soundwaves. Andrea appears on the stage to some strong boos from the crowd. Andrea scoffs at the crowd and doesn't pay them any attention at all otherwise as she is completely focused on the task at hand. She gets up to the ring apron and uses the top rope to slingshot herself into it, ignoring the crowd even further as she leans against the corner, confidently waiting for what comes next..

Justin Decent: Now in the ring, standing 5'4 and weighing in at 125 pounds, from Phoenix Arizona...she is the reigning, defending SCW INTERNET CHAMPION....ANDREA HERNANDEZ

DING DING DING!

The bell signals as this match between perennial title contender and fan favorite Jessie Salco and arrogant yet superstar talented champion Andrea Hernandez kicks off. .The two women circle around one another in the six sided ring as the fans start off loud right away with boos for Andrea and cheers for Jessie. Before they lock up or even touch Jessie stops as she heard the boos, she raises an eyebrow and points at herself, the crowd cheers, she then points at Andrea and they boo, Jessie smiles and mouths "Oh OK" before smiling and getting back to business. Andrea just shakes her head and turns before flipping off the fans walking around the ring. The fans boo even louder as Jessie just shakes her head.

Adams: Well Andrea isn't exactly endearing herself to the fans here in Reno tonight. She's actually being insufferable.

Simone: Hey whether it's on Twitter or in person in the arena Andrea is nothing if not consistent...

Adams: So insufferable...got it...

.Finally the two women measure each other up and step forward going for a basic collar and elbow, they move back and forth, each woman trying to get the upper hand. Jessie ducks down and tries to hit a standing switch to get a rear wasitlock on Andrea, but Andrea hooks her leg around Jessie and spins behind her before picking Jessie up and dropping her face first. Jessie lands on the mat with a thud and Andrea just struts away with an arrogant walk. Jessie shakes her head and pushes her way to her feet before eyeing up Andrea. The two women meet in the middle of the ring again and lock up, this time Andrea grabs a side headlock wrenching it in, Jessie backs Andrea up and goes to shoot her off, but Andrea puts on the breaks grabbing Jessie by the hair and then pulling Jessie back into the side headlock.

Andrea drops to one knee pulling Jessie down with her, she then moves her hips pulling Jessie up and over to the mat. Jessie struggles and tries to get up or atleast over onto her stomach and off her back, Andrea though leans her body weight over onto Jessie before Jessie moves to the side rolling Andrea over and off of her, both women get to their feet and Jessie hits an arm drag before popping up and leaping in the air connecting with a beautiful dropkick, but before Jessie can take advantage of the momentum Andrea rolls from the ring and powders to the floor breaking it. The crowd boos as Andrea shakes her head and flips her hand up in a condescending manner.

Simone: Andrea is using that ring IQ, she knows that on the ground she has the advantage. She knows that in the air if they both get moving it's a fifty fifty shot...

Adams: Both women are magicians in the air, thats a fact, but you're right, Andrea has more of a technical side than Jessie.

Andrea slides up onto the apron and as Jessie approaches she jumps back down to the floor, Jessie turns and slides from the ring and go out after Andrea, Andrea takes off and slides back in the ring, Jessie follows and Andrea meets Jessie as she is coming in with a single leg dropkick hitting Jessie in the side of the face, Jessie goes down and Andrea grabs a hold of Jessies wrist, slides around nand turns her over face down before snapping her body across Jessies and bridging into a fugiwara armbar. Jessie screams in pain and looks up at the referee who asks her what she wants to do, Jessie reaches for the ropes but can't get there, instead Jessie turns her body and kicks her leg out just missing the bottom rope there too. Jessie spins her body releasing the pressure before pulling Andre over her body and rolling her up.

ONE!

TWO!

Andrea kicks out.

Simone: Hernandez better watch out, as good as she is Jessie isn't a slouch and all it takes is three seconds. Salco could fluke out a win here and snatch up that Internet title...it wouldn't be the first time.

Adams: If something happens more than once it can't really be called a fluke Belinda. Jessie winning championships over and over becomes a pattern. It's a pattern where people underestimate her and she overcomes it...

Both women get to their feet, Jessie hits another arm drag, she pops up and runs to the ropes hitting the middle rope and flipping back with a crossbody landing on Andrea, she bounces off and back to her feet, Andrea gets up holding her ribs, Jessie hits the ropes, she hooks Andrea by the arm, spins her around, kicks her in the stomach and drops Andrea with a DDT. Andrea holds her head and neck rolling from the ring to the floor again as a way to creat distance. Jessie refuses to let Andrea get away and this time sprints across the six sided ring and throws herself out between the top and middle rope with a suicide dive onto Andrea on the floor. The crowd pops and Jessie gets to her feet and high fives a few of the fans before grabbing ANdrea and throwing her back into the ring.,Jessie runs up to the top turnbuckle and as Andrea gets up she leaps off with a high crossbody hooking Andreas leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Andrea kicks out again..Both women get up and Jessie grabs Andrea hooking her up for a vertical suplex, she goes to lift her up but Andrea throws her body up and over landing behind Jessie, she shover her forward causing Jessie to hit her throat on the top rope, she turns and Andrea hits the ropes and blasts her with a Busaiku knee! Jessie goes down and Andrea goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Jessie kicks out and Andrea can't believe it.

Simone: Oh no, I thought that was it but Jessie got her shoulder up. You know so many wrestlers have used that Baisukai knee before as a finishing move to put others away...I guess Andreas just isn't as good

Adams: Or Jessie just has the heart of a lion. I dunno, maybe it's a little of both. I just know that Andrea is doing all she can to try and keep that title.

Andrea moves to the apron and cleans off the top rope before measuring up Jessie calling for her seated springboard senton. She jumps up and off, but Kessie is ale to see it coming, she leaps up and connects with a beautiful dropkick meeting Andrea in mid air, Andrea goes down and the crowd comes unglued. Jessie looks around and pulls herself up on the ropes before pulling herself up and onto the top rope calling for Andrea to get up, as she does Jessie leaps off with a missile dropkick. It connects with Andrea and sends her flying backwards across the ring and Jessie seems to be on top, she realises this is her chance and she runs across the ring running to the corner climbing up and measuring Andrea who is laying in perfect position for the 450..

Simone: Oh snap, can it be? Jessie is going for it

Adams: WALL OF DEATH

Simone: NO!

And as Jessie leaps off and flips Andrea is able to get her knees up, Jessie crashes stomach and chest first onto Andreas knees and all the breath leaves her body as she rolls off. Andrea rolls over and is able to get up, it's her turn to climb as she grabs the ropes and drags herself up, she then flips back with the Phoenix splash she calls the rise of the Phoenix! She hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner AND STILL SCW Bombshell Internet Champion, Andrea Hernandez!

Adams: There seems to be no slowing Andrea down at all.

Simone: Which means we'll have to listen to her drone on and on about being undefeated.

Adams: I'm not sure Andrea would approve that message, but she is still the champion regardless.

Backstage, SCW Hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas stands by backstage interviewer Pussy Willow for an on-the-spot interview.

Pussy Willow: Mercedes, first off Happy New Year to you. In just a few moments, you and Goth are set to defend the World Mixed Tag Team Championship against Kristopher Ryans and Mikah, the Reckless Elite. While it took a little longer to find challengers, did you expect that Kris and Mikah would be the team to step to the plate?

Mercedes: Yes. See, Kris and Mikah are the exact team who would take advantage of an opportunity like this, and I wouldn't blame them. They are who they are. And so tonight, PW, let me give you and the fans in attendance and those watching at home a little preview of what's to come. Goth and I will be walking into tonight the World Mixed Tag Team Champions and when we're done, we're going to be standing over Reckless Elite, doing this.

Mercedes briefly turns away from Pussy Willow and turns to the camera as she raises her championship at camera level.

Mercedes: Kris can be The Accident, he can be The Miracle. Mikah can be The Dirty Little Girl. They can be reckless, they can be elite. Goth and I, we'll stick to being champions.

Judas plays over the PA of the Reno Event Center as Joshua pops up on the screen holding his GRIME Championship.

Joshua: It has been a long time since I have been on a SCW show. I have been bringing greatness from SCW to the fans at SCU.

Joshua looks at the championship on his shoulder.

Joshua: Plus I haven't done too bad for myself over there. Now I have had Mark begging me to come back for some time but I have to come back to SCW for a spot in the Blast From the Past I have to come back for that. I have thought about putting some demands for this but I know how they respond to demands beside their own. On the men's side you have wrestlers such as Goth and Bill Barnhart and on the female side you have wrestlers such as Amy Santino and Mercedes Vargas. I can't wait to see those two match up in a match. You know I have dragged this out long enough. I am officially going to put my name in the hat for Blast From the Past.

Referee Dawn Barnes steps inside of the ring as the video package begins...

November 28, 2021

The Supreme Machine from Oblivion has power walked down to the ringside area! He steps up onto the apron and OVER the top rope and into the ring! He slowly but methodically approaches Bea Barnhart who remains down on the mat after her hard fought defeat. He slowly stands over her, not saying a word but staring down at her like a silent predator.

Adams: Get him out of the ring! First Bulldog, and now he's intimidating Bulldog's wife!?

Simone: What sort of man goes out of his way to intimidate a woman!? Is this about Bill!?

Bea rolls over onto her back and her eyes open, and she suddenly finds what or who - is standing over her! Her eyes widen in horror and a look of fear crosses her face as she has her eyes locked onto the very dead eyes of the mammoth sized monster above her!

Simone: Look at Bea! She's scared to death!

Adams: Can you BLAME her, Bel!?

In the ring, the referee Drew Patton is trying to get Supreme Machine away but the masked monster grabs the official by the face and pie faces him down to the mat!

Adams: THAT'S a fine, waiting to happen!

Jasmine! Dawn! Jacob! The remaining three referees are now in the ring but Supreme Machine is going nowhere and every time Bea makes a move toward the ropes, he steps in her way to block her path and continue on with his "fun"! Suddenly the crowd cheers! Someone is racing down to the ring!

Simone: Who...?

Adams: It's Fenris!

Fenris races down to the ringside and slides inside, beneath the bottom rope! He is on his feet and immediately he is standing over Bea Barnhart and blocking Supreme Machine's access to the wife of the Bulldog!

Simone: Look at the size difference! Fenris is no heavyweight but has stood up against men the size of Senor Vinnie and Austin James Mercer but this monster is larger than even they!

Adams: But he's not afraid! Look at his face! Fenris is not afraid of Supreme Machine!

Supreme Machine attempts to step around Fenris to get to Bea, but Fenris steps in his path, blocking him! Supreme Machine tries again but again, the White Wolf is right in his path! Bea uses this opportunity to scoot quickly from under Fenris and she rolls out of the ring and to the outside! She turns around and finds Supreme Machine staring past Fenris and toward her as she beats a hasty retreat back up the aisle!

Simone: Well thank heaven for Fenris! I don't know what was in Supreme Machine's head where Bea was concerned but it could not have been good!

But back in the ring, Supreme Machine swings his attention back to Fenris and grabs him by the throat!

Adams: Oh NO!

But Fenris immediately starts fighting back, and then uses his forearms in a roundhouse swing to break Supreme Machine's grip! Supreme Machine staggers back a step as Fenris begins throwing rapid open hand strikes at his sternum, then a mean kick! Fenris goes for a high kick to the Man Monster but suddenly Supreme Machine blocks it! He hauls Fenris up off of his feet and POWER BOMBS him on the mat so hard the entire ring shakes!

Simone: Good GOD! Fenris isn't moving! Not after that!

Supreme Machine stands over him, staring down at the unconscious White Wolf as the fans rain boos and jeers of scorn at the Supreme Machine as he steps over the ropes and drops to the floor! The four referees converge on the fallen man in the ring, Jasmine signaling to the back for the paramedics!

Adams: I can't believe that! I've never seen someone just manhandle Fenris like that!

December 05, 2021

Supreme Machine stands over the downed Miles Kasey and extends a hand and grabs him by the throat, roughly dragging him to his feet! The bell begins ringing once again as Jacob tries to get Supreme Machine to release "Milo" but this time the 6'9" beast shoves the official down and almost to the outside!

Simone: That is ANOTHER fine and possibly suspension now for the Supreme Machine!

And with that said, Supreme Machine lifts Miles up off of his feet and delivers a devastating choke slam, shaking the very foundation of the ring!

DING DING DING!

Adams: Come on! You've done enough!

But Supreme Machine feels otherwise as he drags Miles' limp form up and tucks his head between his knees and wraps his arms around his waistline, setting him up for a powerbomb!

Simone: If he hits this, Miles may not make it to Inception V!

Suddenly the crowd comes alive with cheers! The camera catches Fenris racing down to the ringside area!

Simone: It's Fenris! Fenris has not forgotten what Supreme Machine did to him last week!

Adams: What, is he looking for a repeat performance! He still hasn't been cleared for competition! Mark and Christian will be pissed!

Fenris slides inside of the ring and comes barreling right into the back of Supreme Machine's knee with a running knee strike! The blow topples Supreme Machine to one knee, causing him to drop Miles to the mat! Fenris takes a brief moment to get Miles to the ropes and then turns back to Supreme Machine. Fenris comes off the ropes with the man monster on one knee and delivers a running knee strike right to the head! Supreme Machine falls to his back and Fenris is all over him, grounding and pounding him!

DING DING DING!

But even this does not last as Fenris finds the giant paw of Supreme Machine clamped down around his throat! Supreme Machine slowly forces him way to his feet, prying the White Wolf off of him and to a vertical base!

Simone: And look! Ken Davison is at ringside for a front row seat to enjoy what his teammate is doing!

Fenris claws at the meaty hand of Supreme Machine but is unable to tear his hand off and he hits a chokeslam on the White Wolf!

Adams: Not again!

Suddenly another figure hits the ring!

Adams: ARON! Aron is in the ring! What the bloody hell is he thinking!?

Simone: He's trying to protect his brother, that's what!

Aron runs up and LEAPS on Supreme Machine's wide back, causing Supreme Machine to stagger around on his feet, trying to pry the smaller man off of his back as Aron is stuck to him like glue, arms wrapped around his throat from behind and legs around his waist! Supreme Machine then reaches back over his shoulders, grabs Aron by the head and hair and THROWS him off and over to the mat!

Simone: Oh dear god, no!

Aron hits the mat hard, but the monster is without mercy as he grabs the manager and part-time wrestler by the throat and drags him to his feet, ready to end this! "Godly" Ken Davison is in the ring now, all smiles as he gives Supreme Machine the 'thumbs down' ruling for Aron's fate! Supreme Machine lifts him up - when all hell breaks loose! Alex Jones! Senor Vinnie! "Brother" David Shepherd! "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart! They hit the ring just as Austin James Mercer is in and the big man hits such a Claymore Kick to Supreme Machine that it sends the man monster tumbling back over the ropes and to the outside!

Adams: I can see David and Vinnie coming out! Bill Barnhart too! Even Alex has a stake in this with his title on the line against the Savior's leader! But Austin James Mercer actually coming to Aron's defense!? The same man he himself attacked!?

Simone: This is no longer about personal grudges! This is about answering the gauntlet thrown down to SCW from the Saviors after weeks of attacks!

Alex and Austin check on Aron, helping him up as David assists Fenris while "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart looks after Miles and Vinnie is standing at the ropes, bellowing out at Supreme Machine and "Godly" Ken Davison who now find the numbers no longer in their favor! Fenris breaks away from his man David and tries to go after the Saviors again, but Alex and David quickly hold him back as he is red-faced, shouting obscenities in Icelandic at the Saviors who slowly back up the aisle, eyes glued to those standing tall in the ring!

The fearsome drum intro starts for "Zetite" by Illnath, grabbing everyone's attention as a terrifying image of Supreme Machine's face glares down from the Tron. The entire arena then plunges into darkness, earning some screams of fright from the crowd after what they just saw.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

As the fast-paced vocals begin, tunnels of flame begin erupting around the stage. They go off at different points in regular intervals, following the beat of the song and exploding upwards with a torrent of heat and fire. As the music increases in volume, every single funnel explodes at once, creating a huge fireball about the stage.

When the flames drop, Supreme Machine is standing there.

He has positioned himself at the top of the ramp, standing with his head bowed. His arms are tightly crossed around his chest. Supreme Machine then whips his head upwards and brings up a crucifix pose, with his gaze locking onto the ring battlefield that awaits him.

Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From the Boiler Room! Weighing three hundred and sixty pounds ... The SUPREME MACHINE!

After a few moments have passed, with the crowd at peak anticipation/anxiety, Supreme Machine begins a slow measured walk down the aisle, looking ready to destroy any fan who dares reach in his direction. This is not a man you want to high five.

He steps over the top rope, making his way to the center of the ring. Showing no willingness to give up any of the territory around him, he stands, waiting for the bell to sound.

Simone: There is a man that has literally terrorized SCW ever since he set foot inside of the ring. He has laid waste to so many men and put the fear of god into women such as Bea Barnhart!

Adams: And he completely laid waste to Fenris! Who else can say that!?

Simone: Supreme Machine is a monster, there is no doubt about that! We are just going to see whether or not Fenris can be a 'monster slayer.'

Dawn Barnes attempts to check Supreme Machine but he wheels around on her and the diminutive official hurriedly steps away.

Justin: Introducing his opponent...!

"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 his younger brother at his side. As Aron looks on, Fenris stands stoically, looking out towards the capacity crowd before dropping to one knee with head bowed. He symbolically crosses his heart and looks 'up' in homage before standing upright and beginning his journey toward the ring with his brother following close behind.

Justin: Making his way toward the ring! Accompanied by Aron Baltasarsson, from Iceland, weighing two hundred and four pounds -- Fenris!

Despite the fans that reach out toward him, Fenris does not reciprocate and his attention is solely on the ring, whereas the smiling Aron good naturedly slaps a hand or two that extends toward him. Fenris climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning towards the fans and extends his arms up and begins the 'Viking Clap.' Slowly but surely, despite any potential misgivings towards the young man, many fans join along with him in the Viking Clap. Aron holds the ropes for his brother, and Fenris steps through and continues the clap from one corner to the next, drawing in the energy of the crowd. Joined by Aron, Fenris returns to his own corner and paces like a wolf stalking his prey, kicking off his slippers to compete barefoot as the claps slowly subside.

Adams: You know, even after Supreme Machine laid him out twice, I think what really enraged Fenris was when that monster tried to hurt Aron.

Simone: I can practically guarantee you that is the exact reason why we are here tonight! Blood is blood, where Fenris is concerned. And putting your hands on his family is unforgivable!

Adams: I think Dawn better get out of the way because these two are ready to tear each other apart!

Indeed both men are pacing like wild, maddened animals when Dawn jumps back, calling for the bell!

DING DING DING!

And this grudge match is immediately underway as Fenris charges right up to meet Supreme Machine halfway across the ring and the "White Wolf" immediately begins throwing his best shots at his body! lefts and rights but Supreme Machine barely registers the blows and he grabs Fenris and throws him aside!

Adams: Did you see that!? Fenris has laid out some of the biggest men in SCW with those shots and Supreme Machine just shrugged them off!

Simone: As feared as his striking ability is, I don't think trading blows with Supreme Machine is going to work out very well for Fenris!

But Fenris is right back up on his feet, not one to give up in the face of adversity! He runs right up and begins throwing solid right hands at Supreme Machine's face and brings a knee up into his midsection, but again - Supreme Machine grabs him by the neck and under his leg and HEAVES him away from him! Fenris lands with a thud, but rolls through! Supreme Machine bellows like a maddened beast and charges right at him but Fenris rolls out of the way! Supreme Machine spins around and Fenris lays a hard kick into his leg!

Adams: THAT looks like it stung a bit!

Supreme Machine lunges for Fenris again, but again the White Wolf dodges out of the way and delivers another kick to the leg of this mountain of a man as he turns around! Mask or no, you can just see that Supreme Machine is all but done with these "games" as is his opponent. The two men are now squaring off -- Fenris looks to dodge to one side, but the larger Supreme Machine blocks him. Fenris tries to get around him from the other side but again, Supreme Machine's size effectively cuts the ring in half! Supreme Machine then swings hard for a clothesline but Fenris ducks under and grabs the larger man by the leg, attempting a takedown! But Supreme Machine grabs him around the waist from above and HEAVES him into the corner like a rag doll!

Adams: I just don't know what Fenris can do against a man like Supreme Machine!

Simone: What can ANY man do, really??

Supreme Machine comes right into the corner after him but Fenris fends him off, bringing both feet up to kick him away! This blow only staggers Supreme Machine back a few steps! Fenris goes right back after him, throwing right hands at his masked face when Supreme Machine grabs him by both sides of the head and head butts him right between the eyes, laying him out flat!

Adams: THAT sure dazed Fenris! Look at his eyes! It's like the lights are on but nobody is home! I know that look!

Simone: You ought to; you wear it perpetually.

Supreme Machine goes right to work on his rival, grabbing Fenris by the throat but Fenris kicks both legs up to scissor his head, locking in a Triangle choke! The crowd is fully behind Fenris as he hangs onto the Supreme Machine, upside down! But the power again comes into play as Supreme Machine literally peels him up off of the mat into powerbomb position and runs him right straight back into the corner! The impact knocks Fenris's grip loose, and Supreme Machine begins an all-out assault on the man, throwing bludgeoning overhead blows down onto the back of his head and back until he is down on his knees in the corner! Supreme Machine then presses his big boot against Fenris's throat, choking the life out of him as Dawn issues her count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Supreme Machine indeed breaks, but wheels around on Dawn and ROARS, sending the official back into the neutral corner! Supreme Machine grabs Fenris by the throat with one hand and drags him to his feet in the corner, then just chokes him with a single hand, again forcing the referee to count against him!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And again Supreme Machine breaks but this time he grabs Fenris by the head and sends him flying across the ring in a wild tailspin!

Simone: Good LORD! The power of that man!

Fenris uses the ropes to pull himself back to a standing position and Supreme Machine barrels right into him, but Fenris grabs his arm and attempts a takedown, but Supreme Machine throws him off! Supreme Machine then grabs him by the hair and drags him back up for a short-arm clothesline, but Fenris blocks it and jumps behind him...

Adams: A crucifix...?

Simone: No, look!

Fenris has instead managed to counter it and lock Supreme Machine into an Octopus submission hold! Dawn is right there to see if Supreme Machine will give in, but already the monster powers out, spinning Fenris off and around into a sidewalk slam!

Adams: Everything Fenris has tried with this man, Supreme Machine has had a counter for! He is just too big!

Supreme Machine places both hands on Fenris's sternum in a cocky if lazy cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Fenris kicks out!

Adams: You're not going to beat Fenris like THAT!

Simone: I'm not altogether certain Supreme Machine wanted to! At least, not yet.

Supreme Machine wraps a huge arm around his neck from behind, lifting Fenris to his feet! Supreme Machine then begins spinning around on his feet, taking Fenris off of his own until he lets go and the White Wolf goes flying! He goes tumbling so hard and so fast that Fenris falls out of the ring and onto the ringside floor! Aron is around to check on his brother, a concerned expression on his face but Supreme Machine brushes Dawn aside and steps over the top rope, dropping to the floor and Aron is forced to retreat! Supreme Machine grabs Fenris and Fenris attempts to throw some blows into his body, but Supreme Machine instead wraps him arms around him in a bear hug and rams him back against the barricade!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

Supreme Machine does not release him, instead turning around and running him back against the ring apron! Fenris' back arches in agony!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Fenris stumbles aside as Supreme Machine watches him go with a sick and twisted smile. Supreme Machine grabs him and military presses him high over his head and DUMPS him through the ropes and back inside of the ring!

Adams: Bloody hell! THAT is power!

Simone: I can not believe Supreme Machine is dominating Fenris the way that he is!

Supreme Machine takes his time walking up the steps and then stepping back inside of the ring as Dawn checks on Fenris, his own brother bearing a very worried expression on his face! Supreme Machine reaches down and pulls Fenris up to his feet - when Fenris jumps and locks in a guillotine choke on Supreme Machine!

Simone: Where did THIS come from!?

Adams: Fenris is still in this!

Fenris has the submission hold locked on tight! Dawn is checking on Supreme Machine but the big man refuses to yield!

Adams: This HAS to be weakening him! I don't care how big you are! If you can't breathe, you can't fight!

But Supreme Machine is still TOO powerful! He breaks the hold and lifts Fenris upside down into a stalling suplex - holding him there for an eternity before bringing him CRASHING down! Supreme Machine covers him!

ONE!

TWO!

Fenris kicks out!

Aron pounds the mat as the fans rally behind the crowd favorite! Supreme Machine is on his feet, confronting Dawn and backing her into the corner over what he feels is a slow count! Supreme Machine then goes back to Fenris who is now on his hands and knees. Supreme Machine pulls him back up into another military press, holding him high and parading him around, showing off his dominance! Supreme Machine then walks to the corner and drops him face-first into the turnbuckle!

Simone: Oh my - I think he missed the turnbuckle padding and hit some steel!

Adams: He's busted open! Look! Fenris is bleeding!

Indeed he is as a cut has been opened up at the hairline and crimson is now streaking his face and blonde hair, staining both considerably! Dawn attempts to check on him as Fenris tries waving her away, dragging himself to his feet! Supreme Machine power walks around the ring and readies...

Adams: Get out of the way Dawn!

And Supreme Machine charges for a running spear - but Fenris dives out of the way! Supreme Machine goes right between the turnbuckles and his shoulder slams into the steel post!

Simone: That miss may have dislocated his shoulder! Even Supreme Machine can not stand against that!

Adams: This is his big chance! Fenris HAS to follow up!

Supreme Machine staggers back into the ring, holding his shoulder! He turns around and SOMEHOW Fenris takes him over with a Judo throw! Throwing the much larger man to the mat!

Simone: I can't believe it! Supreme Machine is FINALLY off of his feet!

Adams: And he is going to wish he wasn't! Look!

Fenris has fixed the back of Supreme Machine's hand against the mat with his elbow pointing up! Fenris stands on the back of his hand and looks around to the cheering crowd - then STOMPS the elbow ala Shayna Baszler!

Adams: Bloody hell! Lachlan Kane! Ben Jordan! Austin James Mercer! They can ALL tell you how much that hurts!

But Fenris is not finished! He remains standing on his hand and stomps his elbow a second, followed by a THIRD time! He finally steps back as Supreme Machine roars in pain, holding his damaged arm!

Simone: How the hell is Fenris still fighting!? You can't even see his face for the blood!

Fenris pushes past Dawn who tries to check on him and he attempts to grab Supreme Machine who rises into the D'Arce choke but Supreme Machine powers him off! Fenris comes off the ropes and right into a one-armed spine buster!

Adams: And Supreme Machine takes back control, just like THAT!

Supreme Machine staggers back to his feet, clutching his arm as the bloodied Fenris lays prone on the mat! Supreme Machine bellows at Dawn to MOVE (!), then grabs Fenris, his fingers entangled in his blond hair now stained red! Supreme Machine positions him for a powerbomb with ONE arm! He lifts Fenris up and goes to throw him down, but Fenris counters! He rolls through with a Hurricanrana and has him locked in a cross-arm breaker...!

Adams: Blood Eagle! On his bad arm!

Simone: Even a man Supreme Machine's size knows this is bad! He is fighting it!

Indeed he is as Supreme Machine struggles and fights, he manages to roll out but this puts him in an even worse spot as Fenris now has him in a seated Fujiwara! Supreme Machine reaches for the ropes as Fenris has his arm pulled all the way back, but eventually the power wins out and Supreme Machine breaks loose, bad arm and all! Supreme Machine is already back on his feet, holding his arm! Fenris comes up but Supreme Machine kicks him back down with a big boot! Supreme Machine grabs him with his free hand, favoring the injured arm. He lifts him up for a scoop slam, but Fenris shifts himself behind Supreme Machine and attempts the Asuka lock!

Simone: Not quite! He can't get Supreme Machine into position!

Supreme Machine then counters by running backward to ram Fenris between the corner and himself, but Fenris lets go and ducks aside, causing Supreme Machine to crash! Supreme Machine staggers forward - and right into a straight kick to the head!

Adams: Did you HEAR that impact!?

Simone: Supreme Machine is dazed! He's staggering!

Fenris then pivots, delivering a spinning heel kick to the back of his leg, causing his knee to buckle! Supreme Machine stares right at him and ROARS in defiance! Fenris responds with-

Simone: Wolf's Bane!

Adams: He's not done!

Fenris races back into the ropes and comes off with a running Kinsasha knee strike right to the head! Supreme Machine goes down and Fenris covers him, hooking the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- Fenris!!!

The crowd cheers as Aron slides into the ring with a towel, checking on his brother!

Adams: He did it! But Jesus CHRIST! Supreme Machine absolutely brutalized him!

Simone: Indeed he did! Supreme Machine treated Fenris like nobody else ever has! And it took repeated strikes finally in order for Fenris to emerge the winner!

Adams: What a fight... and that is EXACTLY what this was! A FIGHT!

Supreme Machine is sitting up in the corner, pulling his mask off as Dawn and the ringside medic checks on him while Aron helps his bloodied brother from the ring....

The curtains of the infamous "gorilla position" was thrown open and Aron Baltasarsson struggles through them, helping his brother Fenris through them. There are a number of fellow SCW wrestlers there, most of whom had been on the wrong side of the Saviors and wanted a close up view of this match in particular; Senor Vinnie and Bulldog Bill along with Bea. Danielle Weston. Wolfslair. Among a handful of others. Supreme Machine made Fenris earn this one, and the effects are clear. His blood is all over his face and streaking down his sweaty, tanned flesh. His blonde hair stained red and caked to his scalp. Aron struggles to hold him upright, his brother's blood staining his own clothes, and was working to help him down the steps without dropping him, when help came in the form of Fenris's boyfriend, "Brother" David Shepherd. Concern on his own face for his man's condition, David steps in and wraps one of Fenris's arms around his shoulder for support. But someone else also steps in to give David an assist.

Ben Jordan.

One of Fenris's closest friends, having returned for this night. Aron holds Fenris up just long enough for the stronger Ben to take his place, standing on his other side, opposite from David. Ben drapes his arm around his shoulder, paying no mind to getting his close friend's blood on him or his attire. Together, Ben and David help Fenris down the steps, taking one at a time under the watchful gaze of their peers among the SCW Universe.

They reach the bottom of the steps and escort Fenris toward the first aid station, with Aron hurrying alongside them. A weakened and bloody Fenris turns his head slightly to look at Ben, then turns his head to David.

Fenris: SuMa must have hit me harder than I thought. This fucker looks like Ben Jordan...

All things considered, Ben chuckles at this as David finds himself grinning, although he remains concerned. Aron and Danielle hurries ahead and gets the door to first aid open and Ben and David help Fenris through and they shut the door behind them.

Austin James Mercer, one of the four men competing for the SCW heavyweight title tonight sits on an equipment case backstage. His head down as he has earbuds in listening to music to hype himself up, rolling his neck back and forth and around. Suddenly some hands come down and click either side of the earbuds to turn them off. Austin looks up, his eyes springing open as a smirk comes on his face

Alex Jones: You ready?....

Austin gets to his feet, towering over Alex and tilting his head.

Alex Jones: Don't look at me like that. I'm just checking.....

Austin James Mercer: Checking what? This isn't my first time here Alex...I'm not like Alicia who you need to piss off or Jo who you were trying to give a little ego boost too. I know what my job is........

Alex Jones: Your job? To win?...or to go beat the shit out of Mc Bane?...

Austin shakes his head with a laugh...

Austin James Mercer: Look, I'll hit anyone and anything that moves in that match. Shepard, Vinnie or Mac, whoever gets in my way is getting steamrolled...but I'm in it to take that title and become the champion again....not for some vendetta...got it?

Alex smiles and backs up, his hands in the air as Austin smiles back and nods before grabbing a bottle of water and brushing passed Alex.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling's Mixed Tag Team Championship!!!!

All the lights in the arena go out as the Reckless Elite theme starts to play. Through the build up of the song the stage flashes with a mix of orange, and turquoise lights. Mikah makes her way out onto the stage through the left curtain, one hand on her hip and the other is held out, brushing off the negative reaction of those in attendance. Simultaneously, Kris comes through the right curtain

Justin: Coming down to the ring, SCW Hall of Famers, Mikah and Kristopher Ryans! Together, they are Reckless Elite!

Both of them stop at the center of the stage, Mikah putting her back to Kris before rolling her hips and whipping her hair over her left shoulder. The cameras move up the ramp, rotating around behind the duo to see the word "RecKless" across the back of Kris' jacket. They make their way down the ramp, mostly ignoring everyone reaching out to them, and talking back and forth to one another. Once they reach the bottom of the ramp Kris takes a running start and slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. Mikah, on the other hand, jogs up the ringside stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron. Kris pops up to his feet and comes to the ropes near Mikah, sitting down on the middle rope to lower it. The fans boo as Mikah shakes her head at first, only to reconsider it. She steps over the middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit in front of him. As soon as she is into the ring, Kris sprints across the ring and leaps up onto the middle rope of the far corner and sits down on the top turnbuckle while they wait for the match to get underway.

Simone: Originally this was meant to be Crystal and her son Brayden challenging for the gold but they were forced to pull out for personal reasons.

Adams: Yeah but you know Mikah and Kris are always ready to step up and if they can win the gold they technically never lost...?

Simone: We will never hear the end of it.

Justin: And their opponents are the World Mixed Tag Team Champions!!!

The arena goes dark when we hear drums echoing through the arena along with some monk chants, this continues for a while as the letters emerges on the Titan Tron that eventually reads the name Goth when suddenly a loud guitar riff explodes. Fireworks erupts as we see the legendary Goth walk to the ring with a concentrated look on his face, accepting some extended hands from the fans as his gaze does not leave his opponent (when his opponent is in the ring, if not he is focused upon the official). He stands at the ring apron, slowly crawling underneath the bottom rope until rising to his feet. He stands in the corner as he awaits Justin Decent's announcement.

Justin: Currently in the ring!! standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!!! Goth!!!!

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.

Justin: His tag team partner! From Los Angeles, California - Mercedes Vargas!!

Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight.

Adams: Look at the tension already! Nobody in this match likes the other team!

Simone: And there has always been bad blood between Mercedes and Mikah from back when Mikah was still the World Champion!

Indeed as Mercedes is now squaring off and in the face of Mikah and both women are trading vicious verbal barbs while their respective partners and Jacob Summers attempts to intervene. Suddenly Mikah slaps Mercedes!

Adams: Ooooo!

And Mercedes does not take that as she slaps Mikah right back! Mikah holds her cheek in shock at the audacity, when the two women lunge at each other but their partners grab them!

Simone: Oh just let them go so we can start this match!

With Jacob's intervention, Goth and Kris drag their struggling partners back to their corners to usher them out so the men can start. Kris finally manages to get Mikah through the ropes but with his back turned, Goth ambushes him from behind! Kris goes down in the corner and now Jacob has to call for the bell early!

DING DING DING!

Mikah protests mightily to Jacob as Goth stomps the SHIT out of Kris in his own corner! Goth presses a boot right into the back of Kris's head, forcing his face and open mouth into the bottom turnbuckle as Jacob counts...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

But Goth lets go! Goth grabs Kris by the arm and drags him up, wheeling him around and he lays him out once again, this time with a short-arm clothesline! Mikah yells something at Goth but the champion points down at Kris who is recovering and mocks her for having him as a partner. Mikah tries to get inside of the ring but Jacob has to force her back. This allows Goth to drape Kris's throat across the middle rope with his own leg across the back of his head and neck, choking him out!

Simone: Get out of the ring, Mikah! You're not helping!

Mikah finally steps back out and Jacob turns and sees the choke, and moves in to break it up! The official counts...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Goth steps back rather than be disqualified. Mercedes smiles, pleased and she applauds as Goth runs off of the far side of the ring to jump on the back of Kris's head and neck, but Kris moves and Goth flies right between the top and middle rope and lands on the outside!

Simone: Unusual mistake on the part of the veteran Goth!

Adams: But he DID land on his feet!

Goth, angry, turns around to get back inside of the ring - only for Kris to come FLYING through the ropes, crashing into him with a suicide dive! The back of Goth's head striking the barricade!

Adams: That is why Kris Ryans is a former champion AND hall of Famer!

Simone: You can NEVER count him out!

The crowd applauds as Kris stands up, and now it is Mikah's turn to smile and applaud her partner! Kris grabs Goth, dragging him back to his feet and rolls him back inside of the ring. Kris then hops up onto the apron and as Goth returns to his feet, Kris uses the top rope to springboard back inside and lay Goth out from behind with a flying spinning wheel kick! Kris rolls Goth over and covers him, hooking the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Goth gets the shoulder up!

Rather than tempt fate, Kris moves over to his corner and tags Mikah in!

Adams: And now Mercedes has to get inside of the ring!

Both Bombshells step inside of the ring and pick up right where they left off, getting in one another's faces! Mikah pie faces Mercedes, and the "Argentine Assassin" responds by doubling Mikah over with a boot to the midsection! Mercedes then goes on the offense, throwing forearm after forearm into Mikah's head, driving her back into the ropes! Mercedes then takes a handful of her blonde tresses and gets a running start, bulldogging her face-first into the canvas! Mercedes then kneels on her back and bashes Mikah's face into the canvas over and over and over again!

Simone: Good lord! You'd think those two women hated each other!

Adams: The HELL you say!

Mercedes drags her to her feet and Irish whips her into the near corner where she moves in and presses her boot up high against Mikah's throat in a standing choke! Jacob issues his count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Mercedes breaks, snapmaring her over by the hair! Mercedes then runs into the ropes, jumps on her back (plating Mikah face-first) and runs off the far ropes! Mercedes comes racing off for a running knee strike, but Mikah manages to counter! She blocks the blow and rolls through, now trapping Mercedes in a single leg crab!

Adams: Where did THAT come from!?

Simone: That right there is why Mikah was named the Number One Bombshell by the Hotwire!

Mikah cranks and twists Mercedes's leg, as Jacob asks the multi-time champion if she wants to tap out but Mercedes refuses! Instead, she displays her own technical prowess by rolling through, taking Mikah down with a single-leg takedown. Mercedes rolls over her and ends up trapping Mikah in a full body scissors!

Adams: And THAT is why Mercedes is ranked as one of the very best!

Mercedes bridges in the hold back on her hands, but now Mikah counters, leaning back into the hold and pressing Mercedes's shoulders onto the canvas!

ONE!

TWO!

Mercedes has to let go before she can be pinned!

Before Mercedes can get to her corner, Mikah pounces! She now is straddling Mercedes's back and she returns the favor from earlier by bashing Vargas's head into the canvas once, twice, three times! Mercedes drags her to a standing position and goes for an Irish whip but Vargas holds on and reverses it! Mercedes swings for a lariat but Mikah ducks and counters with a Crucifix!

ONE!

TWO!

Mercedes kicks out!

Mercedes quickly rolls over before Mikah can stop her and she tags Goth! Kris sees this coming from a mile away and as Goth steps through the ropes, but Kris races in and clips his leg out from under him, causing him to stumble to one knee! Kris then grabs him into a front face lock and slaps on an impact DDT!

Simone: That could be it! This one could be over!

Kris covers him and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Goth kicks out!

Adams: No new champions -- yet!

Kris stands up and quickly begins stomping the hell out of Goth! Kris then brings him up to his feet and sends the veteran staggering against the ropes with a European uppercut, following up with a spinning back kick that doubles Goth over. Kris then goes to send him into the ropes but Goth reverses it! Kris comes off and Goth attempts a big boot but Kris ducks under! Kris then comes off the ropes and jumps for a high cross body but Goth catches him and turns it into a Taz Plex, sending Kris tumbling across the ring! Goth scoops Kris up and delivers a body slam. he then comes off the ropes for a Guillotine leg drop! Goth now with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Kris kicks out!

Adams: There's still life in the ol' boy yet!

Goth calls to Mercedes and slices a thumb across his throat in a symbolic gesture. Goth grabs Kris and sets him up for what may be a powerbomb - but as he hauls him into the air -- Kris counters and turns it into a face plant X-Factor!

Simone: What a counter! Kris now has Goth down where he wants him!

Adams: And he knows it! Kris is going up top rather than go for the cover!

Indeed now Kris stands atop the near turnbuckle as he watches and waits for Goth to rise! Goth indeed does so and Mercedes calls out a warning - but too late! Kris leaps off and connects with a diving missile dropkick! Goth is knocked back close enough for Mercedes to tag herself back in!

Adams: And heeeere we go!

Mikah is in the ring quickly as well and she attempts to kick Vargas but Mercedes grabs her boot, blocking it! Mikah goes for an Enzugari but Mercedes ducks and Mikah hits the mat! Mercedes jumps over her side into an Oklahoma roll pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Mikah kicks out!

Mercedes pulls her to her feet and goes to send Mikah into the near corner but Mikah counters, reeling her into a high knee strike to the face, following up with a Tiger suplex! Mikah with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Mercedes kicks out!

Simone: These two Bombshells are so experienced and so familiar with one another, I don't see how either can possibly pull the win against the other!

Mikah then goes for an Irish whip into the corner but Mercedes reverses it! Mikah then does a "Ric Flair" flip and ends up on the ring apron!

Adams: Woo! Impressive!

Mercedes moves in but Mikah greets her with a high Enzugari, knocking her back! Mikah then jumps through the ropes for a Tornado DDT but Vargas counters into a Northern Lights suplex!

ONE!

TWO!

Mikah kicks out!

Mercedes drags Mikah up and goes to send her into the far corner but Mikah reverses it! Mikah races in for the attack but Mercedes greets her with a knee! The blow staggers Mikah around full circle and Mercedes perches herself on the top and then onto Mikah's shoulders! Mercedes then rolls through with a Victory roll -- but Mikah counters, dropping down into a pin and trapping Mercedes!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here are your winners - and NEW World Mixed Tag Team Champions! Mikah and Kris Ryans! Reckless Elite!

Goth looks stunned, but Mercedes even more so as Jacob presents the belts to Kris and Mikah who embrace and hold the gold up high!

Simone: Mikah and Kris Ryans are once again the champions, taking back the titles that they themselves never lost!

Adams: You asked what it would take for one to beat the other?? Improvisation! That is exactly what Mikah did!

Cameras switch to a cozy looking room, as we see Miles Kasey kicked back in a rather comfy looking barcalounger, munching on some popcorn watching the show. He tosses up a piece of popcorn and manages to catch it. He gives that boyish smirk that shows off his dimples before he takes a deep breath.

Miles Kasey: Yeah, I'm alive. And...you know, I feel like this year may be a bit of a redemption on my own part. I slipped last year, I was *this close* to garner my first gold in SCW only to sadly have a glimpse of being actually human.

He gives a shrug as he stuffs a handful of popcorn in his mouth before setting it off to the side. As a few ticks of the clock he swallows it and sits up, not really looking at the camera.

Miles Kasey: So here it is, brand new year and while I may not be active tonight, I'm putting all on notice. Through all of me getting my arse kicked, I'm still learning. Through all my shortcomings, I'm still absorbing.

He finally glances up and we see his blue-green eyes and right behind him you see that shimmer of mischief.

Miles Kasey: And while there are times I may be the goofy one in the back, running for his life from doing something stupid...there has to be a tingling in the back of a lot of your necks. Your spidey-sense has to be going off.

Reaching up, he fluffs out his hair that has grown a bit since the last time we saw him with those golden curls.

Miles Kasey: I have entered into the Blast From the Past tournament and to whichever lovely Bombshell that I get teamed up with, we are going to work our asses off. I'm going to bring it just as much as you. But I want you all to realize that even though I am a part of that, I am putting certain others on notice. I'm going to gun for what I missed out on last year.

His eyes grow a little colder as he shifts ever so slightly.

Miles Kasey: Roulette, Internet...I don't really care much...even a chance at the Heavyweight Championship, provided my partner, whomever she may be, and I win the whole damn thing, I'm going to prove that I am more than just another pretty boy. But for now, we will just kick back and enjoy the show. And I'll see you all real soon.

And with a wink, he sits back and pulls the tub of popcorn in his lap. It's silent for a minute, before he realizes they are all still watching.

Miles Kasey: You're still here? It's over. Go on...Go!

According to anyone else who might have wandered by, SCW World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane and the SCW Bombshells World Champion Amber Bane-Ryan looked like the perfect golden couple. Many couples aspired to match their outfits and accessories, but decked out in full black match attire with heavy gold belts with leather straps trailing over a shoulder... could couple goals get more aspirational?

On the outside, they seemed perfectly content in each others company- laughing and joking between themselves. Except the laughter was hollow and the jokes came closer to smarmy insinuations of deciet than friendly banter. Amber leaned against the nearest wall, her back pressed and head slightly cocked with typical smirk in tow.

Amber Ryan: You know, I'm sure everyone's gonna get real sick of us being on top soon...

A quick glance around confirmed that no one seemed to be paying attention, and if they were they certainly weren't going to show it to the hot-tempered couple.

Amber Ryan: Suppose that means we're doing something right, for once...

Mac Bane: maybe so, I guess they'll have to build a bridge and get over it.

He studied his bride for a moment.

Mac Bane: red, you're the best Wrestler I've ever known. Male, female... doesn't matter. I don't see you losing that strap until you give it back to them because you got bored.

Amber crinkled her nose briefly at the thought. Compliments in this industry usually came saddled with pretentiousness or petty insults.

Amber Ryan: Eh, maybe so. There really is only so many times you can go around on the merry-go-round before you realize you've seen it all before... Can't lie though, that 399 day record...

Amber gives Mac a brief nod.

Amber Ryan: ... I'm already picturing J2H getting on his high horse about it, should I even get close. Figure this time round should get you almost equal on overall days with me, old fella...

A jab in the ribs with her elbow, a sly little verbal one at the pride.

Mac Bane: that's the hope and the dream, love. I just have to nail this first defense down....

A small shrug from the redhead.

Amber Ryan: You should, otherwise Alex Jones would never let you hear the end of it. God, he'd be worse than me...

Idly brushing off some errant material Amber presumed was soot, from the leather strap near where her fingers splayed across the surface, she gave Mac an expectant look whilst laying a hand on his chest.

Amber Ryan: It'll be fine. We'll both be fine... we always are. We don't have any other choice.

He rests his forehead against hers.

Mac Bane: Always

Drew Patton climbs through the ring ropes as the crowd gives him a lukewarm reception. The SCW official takes his place to the near left of the ring while Justin Decent stands at attention.

Cut Throat by Kittie hits as the lights in the arena go out and a single red spotlight appears on stage, in the center Johanna Krieger stands there with a black leather jacket over the top. She makes her way down to the ring as the spotlight follows her, she slides in the ring and crawls to the corner before staying on her knees with her arms back holding onto the middle rope as the house lights come up.

Simone: Amber Ryan petitioned the powers that be, namely Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, for fresh challengers. Who better than a former World Mixed Tag Team Champion and former Roulette Champion in Johanna Krieger?

Adams: I don't think this is what Amber had in mind. She was probably hoping for Candy... or maybe Apple Coren.

Simone: Well unfortunately for the Champion, life doesn't always work out the way we would like.

Pulsing, red lights rolls over the crowd like a rising tide to the opening echoing thudding stomp and clap of 'Dust And Bone' by Syd Duran, fluctuating in time with the heavy beat as it continues into the opening vocals.

Most cheer in anticipation, but there are few who still jeer due to affiliations or just the fickle nature of a wrestling crowd on any given night. Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialized, soaking up the crowds reaction and energy. Fans reach out for acknowledgement and wave signs in the same way that others lean out over the rail as much as they dare to yell expletives and empty threats- some get a perceptive nod, a sly wink or perhaps even a kiss blown in sarcasm towards the most derisive. Fluidly, Amber circles the ring- beelining for a camera person before trying to mess with them or talking some shit down into the camera lens.

Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn't call for fanfare nor adulation, just making her way to the closest turnbuckle so that she might leisurely perch herself on the top with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees in rather non-plussed outside of the trademark sly smirk seemingly ever-present on her features.

Justin Decent steps forward.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is for the World Bombshell Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! From Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany, the 'Agent of Mayhem' -- JOHANNA KRIEGER!!!

Johanna stands there like a statue, glaring at the champion!

Justin: And her opponent! From Atlantic City, New Jersey! She is the reigning and DEFENDING World Bombshell Champion! Amber! RYAN!!!

Amber strips the title belt from around her waist and holds it up high to the crowd's approval! Johanna takes a step forward and Drew Patton has to get between the two women. Amber steps back and passes the gold over to the official. Drew holds it out to Johanna who slaps a hand on the plate. Drew then holds the title belt up high for all corners of the Reno Events Center. Drew then passes the gold out to the ringside staff and calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Once the bell sounds, Johanna and Amber step out of their respective corners and start circling each other. Around the fifth rotation, Amber and Johanna meet in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Johanna and Amber continue to jockey for control until Johanna drops her hands around Amber's waist. Johanna pops her hips and throws Amber down onto the mat.

Johanna keeps her grip around Amber's waist as she moves back to a standing position. Johanna grabs a hold of Amber's arm, pulls it out to the side while hooking her leg around Amber's before falling backwards with Johanna. The back of Amber's head smacks hard against the canvas as Johanna quickly gets back up to her feet. She runs toward the ropes but as she rebounds Amber drops down in front of her. Johanna crosses over and runs toward the other side of the ring. Amber pops up to her feet and connects with a perfectly placed dropkick.

Simone: Amber and Johanna have yet to establish a clear advantage.

Adams: Someone is bound to take over.

Amber pulls Johanna up by her hair and throws her overhead with a picture perfect suplex. Johanna lands hard on her back as Amber rolls onto one knee. Amber stands back up to her feet, bounces off the ropes and connects with a big yakuza kick to the side of Johanna's head. Amber quickly goes for a cover.

ONE!

TW-Patton is about to count two when Johanna rolls her shoulder up.

Simone: Amber thought she had the match won.

Adams: Johanna has more fight left.

Amber gets back up to her feet as she runs the ropes again but as she rebounds off them. Johanna quickly pops up, hooks her arms around Amber's waist and throws her with a belly to belly suplex. Johanna gets back up to her feet and drops an elbow right across the chest. Johanna doesn't stop as she repeatedly drops elbows down. Johanna pulls Amber back up to her feet and shoots her off toward the corner. Johanna follows her but eats a pair of boots. Amber quickly gets up to the middle rope before leaping off with a clothesline. She rolls through and gets right back up to her feet.

She bounces back off the ropes and connects with an enziguri to the back of Johanna's head. Johanna gets back up to her feet as Amber follows the enziguri with an inverted DDT. Amber once again goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Johanna kicks out again as Amber is wondering how to put her away. As she gets up to her feet, Johanna uses her martial arts training and trips her with a swift sweep. Johanna gets back up to her feet and pulls Amber up as well. She hooks Amber around the neck before lifting her up and dropping her right back down onto her face. Johanna quickly rolls Amber over while hooking her leg.

ONE!

TW-!

Amber rolls her shoulder up as Johanna shakes her head. She shoves Amber back down while going for another cover.

ONE!

TW-

Amber once again kicks out as Johanna smacks the canvas a few times. She gets back up to her feet, pulls Amber up and shoots her off toward the corner. Johanna follows her and connects with a corner clothesline. She keeps Amber standing upright while standing up onto the middle rope and starts firing down rapid right hands. The crowd is chanting as Johanna stops for a second, bends down and bites down on Amber's head.

Drew Patton is warning Johanna as she screams at him.

Simone: Johanna is starting to show her violent side.

Johanna hops down as she throws Amber through the ropes. Johanna follows after her as she grabs her by the hand and throws her into the steel guard rail. Amber smacks the steel hard as Johanna wraps her hands around Amber and slams her back first against the ring. Drew Patton is telling her to get back into the ring. Johanna just flips him off as she picks Amber up and smacks her head against the ring apron. Amber drops to a knee as Johanna grabs her by the neck.

Adams: What is Johanna doing?

Johanna throws Amber face first into the steel ring post as she rolls into the ring to break up the count Patton had started. She rolls right back out as Amber is slowly getting back up to her feet. A small trickle of blood drips down her face as Johanna sees it. She grins while smashing her fists down into the gash.

Simone: Oh no, Amber is bleeding.

Adams: I don't think Johanna is finished.

Johanna smashes Amber once again into the ring before throwing her back inside the ring. Amber slowly gets back up to her feet as Johanna slides into the ring. As she is getting up, Amber comes bouncing off the ropes and strikes with a knee to the side of Johanna's head. Amber continues the assault with multiple knee strikes to the side of Johanna's head.

Johanna is trying to cover up as Amber continues to drive her knees into Johanna. Amber continues her assault before getting up to her feet. She lets out a scream before running towards the ropes. Just as she is about rebound, Johanna pops up to her feet and catches Amber with a stiff right to the face. Patton warns Johanna about using a closed fist.

Simone: Drew Patton is not going to let Johanna continue with her cheating ways.

Johanna pulls Amber up, tucks her arm between Amber's legs and lifts her up into the air. As she is coming down, Amber grabs Johanna by the neck and falls down with Johanna's faceplanted into the canvas.

Simone: Amber countered! What a reversal! That is why she's been such a dominant champion!

Adams: If she wants to stay the champion then she needs to follow up!

Both women are down on the mat, sucking in oxygen to recover as the referee stands over them and begins to issue the count against them...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Johanna begins to stir...

SIX!

SEVEN!

Amber pushes herself up onto her hands and knees! Johanna grabs her and throws a heavy forearm, rocking Amber! But Amber is a fighter and she throws down with the best of them, throwing her own forearm to Johanna, sending her staggering! Johanna then grabs her by the head and gouges her eyes! The official warns her but Amber somehow shrugs this illegal infraction off and she returns the favor, fighting fire with fire!

Adams: Amber may not be the same Amber Ryan we've seen a year ago but she can dish it out if you want to fight like that!

Both women fight their way to their feet and Johanna swings but Amber ducks and she drives a high knee up into Krieger's face! The blow staggers the Agent of Mayhem against the ropes and right into a superkick to the side of the face! Johanna goes down and Amber goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Krieger gets her shoulder up!

Simone: SO close! So many near falls!

Amber stands up and DRAGS Johanna back to her feet! Amber goes for an Irish whip into the corner but Johanna reverses it! Johanna then charges forward and jumps for a tackle but Amber dives out of the way and Krieger crashes head first into the corner! Johanna slowly turns around and Amber comes flying in with a shotgun dropkick that knocks her back into the corner! Johanna falls out and Amber struggles to climb to the top! Amber stands and jumps off for a double foot stomp - but Johanna moves! Johanna jumps back to her feet and Amber flies at her - but she is caught and Krieger delivers a sit out spine buster! Johanna screams out in fury as she peels the champion from the canvas! She stands Ryan up and begins laying in with rapid strikes, lefts and rights to her body and face! Krieger then goes for the final touch, and swings but Amber catches her arm! Amber ducks around and turns into the maneuver, lifting Krieger up onto her back for...!

Adams: Sawdust In the Blood!

Amber rolls her over onto her back for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL World Bombshell Champion! AMBER RYAN!!!

The crowd cheers as Amber is given back the championship belt and she all but collapses to her knees from Johanna's brutal assault throughout the match! Amber drags herself to her feet and raises the title up high as Johanna rolls from the ring, holding the back of her head and neck, glaring with rage at the champion inside of the ring!

Simone: Amber retains, but I don't think she was expecting this level of threat from Johanna! I think if anything, Amber took her too lightly!

Adams: She's still champion but by the skin of her teeth!

Mac stands by with Holly Wood for an interview in the backstage area

Holly Wood: Ladies and Gentlemen, joining me at this time is our current reigning and defending World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane and his new business associate Chris Page!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction.

Holly Wood: Mac and Chris, thank you for joining us on such short notice. The entire world is watching tonight to see if you can defend this title against some of the best that Sin City has to offer.

Mac rolls his eyes in response to that statement.

Mac Bane: First of all, Holly, meet my manager, the amazing Chris Page.

Chris steps forward next to your SCW World Heavyweight Champion as Holly shifts the microphone in front of his lips

Chris Page: Holly, I'm a man that doesn't need an introduction unless you've lived under a bridge for the last thirty years. This man to my left is one of, if not the premier athletes on the face of the planet. He's battle-tested, Championship approved, a well-established talent in his own right... but you put his god-given ability and mix my experience and knowledge of the business there's nothing Mac won't accomplish.

Chris steps back putting the sole focus on his client

Mac Bane: In response to your statement, Holly, I am the best that this company has, period. I'm defending this strap against two former champions and some punk who held the Internet Title for two weeks. With Chris by my side, there's no doubt how this will turn out. This is my domain and they are interlopers, they will be treated as such.

Chris leans in.

Chris Page: In case you or anyone else is having a hard time comprehending what the face of SCW is saying; allow me to break it down a little further. This...

Chris points to the SCW World Title around the waist of Mac

Chris Page: Symbolizes that you are the cream of the crop, it signifies that you are the best of the best. Mac has busted his ass to win it, he'll bust his ass to keep it, but above all else, he's going to use the three stooges as his examples. The era of Mac Bane is here, and it's here to stay.

Mac stands a little straighter, then something about his eyes and stance change. A predatory smile blossoms on his face.

Mac Bane: No one in this company is ready for what this reign entails. No quarter given or expected is the rule of the day.

Mac looks over at Chris

Mac Bane: I think we've wasted enough time on this. I have three boys trying to be men to take care of.

The camera cuts in to where Christian Underwood and Mark Ward stand in front of a two bags, ready for the draw for the 2022 Blast From The Past tournament.

HS: Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us here for Inception V and we've still got a huge main event to come, but right now, we need to step away for a little to do the Blast From The Past 2022 draw. We want to thank the thirty two superstars and bombshells who signed up.

Christian: And with that being said, ladies first...

Christian smirks while Hot Stuff frowns and pulls out the first name.

HS: Krystal Wolfe

Christian reaches in to the bag and pulls out a name.

Christian: Jack Washington

HS: Now that is not a bad team.

Christian: Potential winners.

Hot Stuff reaches in for name two as does Christian.

HS: Candy

Christian: Goth.

Christian starts to laugh.

Christian: Team Bedazzled.

HS: To be fair, Goth could do with a haircut and makeover. Look at him, he's a bit outdated.

Hot Stuff reaches in to the bag again.

HS: The returning Sam Marlowe

Christian nods as he reaches in and pulls out another name.

Christian: Supreme Machine.

Both men look at each other with wide eyes.

HS: Wow! Yeah, if they're not called Team Chalk and Cheese... Fucking hell.

Hot Stuff reaches in for the next name.

HS: Levana Cade

Christian raises an eyebrow.

HS: Biker chick, smoking hot.

Christian rolls his eyes as he picks another name out.

Christian: Jaycee McDonald

Hot Stuff returns his raises eyebrow.

Christian: Not a biker chick, smoking hot.

Hot Stuff pulls out the next name and rolls his eyes.

HS: Mikah

Hot stuff closes his eyes and crosses his fingers as Christian reaches for another name.

HS: Please pick someone shit, please pick someone shit.

Christian: Mac Bane

Hot Stuff puts his hand on his head.

HS: Oh for fucks sake! I said someone shit!

Christian smirks.

Christian: She's gonna make you say it...

HS: Moving on....

Hot Stuff reaches in for the next name.

HS: Sierra Williams.... She's done amazing, been a World champion elsewhere for a long time. Some guy was really hyping her up recently.

Christian: Where was that?

HS: Something called Fireside Chats, it's on YouTube, you should check that out.

Hot Stuff looks at the camera and smiles as Christian draws the next name.

Christian: Joshua Acquin.

HS: Championship team, he's the GRIME Champion, top wrestler in SCU!

Christian: And one of your longest friends.

HS: That too.

Hot Stuff reaches in and draws out the next name

HS: Audrey Russow. Signed her up today!

Christian: You signed most up today.

The smile falls from Hot Stuff's face as a proud one moves on to Christian's.

Christian: Miles Kasey.

HS: He knows all the Russow's, right?

Christian: Who doesn't know the Russow's?

Christian nods his head up and down as Hot Stuff draws the next name. With a huge grin on his face.

HS: Amy Santino.

Christian nods firmly as he pulls out the next name.

Christian: Matthew Knox

HS: Calling it now, dark horse team.

Hot Stuff picks out the next name and nods.

HS: Myra Rivers

Christian reaches in for another name and pulls it out.

Christian: You're gonna like this.... Max Burke

HS: YES! I mean, Max and I go way back, I'm just happy he avoided the lunatic with th e chainsaw.... And he knows his way around a good whiskey.

Hot Stuff reaches in to grab the next name.

HS: Esther Azerov. I hope her partner is a good un cause her fella has a mean left hook.

Christian reaches in and draws out the next name.

Christian: Finn Whelan.

HS: Well, Finn's got a lot of friends.... I can not wait to see Finn back in our ring.

Christian: Look at you with the poetry.

Christian waves his hand and Hot Stuff reaches in to the bag once more.

HS: Masque.... Man she scares the shit out of me.

Christian nods in agreement and pulls out the next name, laughing.

Christian: Bulldog Bill Barnhart.

Hot Stuff stiffles a laugh.

HS: Most people sit there and say they don't wanna team with Bulldog but this has gotta be the other way around this time! Christ, did I mention she scares the shit out of me.

Christian nods as Hot Stuff pulls the next name out.

HS: The Hall of Famer not once but twice. Mercedes Vargas.

Hot Stuff reaches in and grabs the next name out.

Christian: Shane Hawthorne.... Not sure Mercedes is gonna put up with his pranks....

Hot Stuff coughs in to his hand.

HS: *Cough*Jamie Staggs wannabe*Cough*

He reaches in for the next name.

HS: Amber Ryan. Whoever gets drawn out now has a huge chance of winning this.

Christian nods in agreement, but quickly shakes his head.

Christian: Or not.... Hitamashii

Hot Stuff and Christian just stare at each other silently.

Christian: Less said about that, the better.

Hot Stuff nods and reaches in for another name. He glances at the name and looks to the heavens muttering.

HS: Twisted Sister

Christian: God forbid anyone who gets drawn out....

He looks at the name on the paper.

Christian: Oh fuck.... Jack Russow

HS: RUUUUUUUUUUUN JACK RUUUUUUUUUUUN! RUN! DON'T LOOK BACK! JUST KEEP GOING!

Hot Stuff reaches in for another name.

HS: Alanah Russow.

Christian: How many Russow's in this thing?

HS: Three.... Well, maybe two, keep running Jack.

Christian searches for Alanah's partner.

Christian: Todd Williams

HS: You signed him up? Man, no wonder you got your numbers before I got mine. Swear to God if he half arses it...

Christian: Just draw the last team.

Hot Stuff reaches in the bag to pull out the last name.

HS: Kat Jones.... Wait, does that mean?

Christian nods as he pulls the last name out.

Christian: She's teaming with the man who is after and now really could get the three-peat, Mark Cross.

HS: Well damn, well I dunno about you but I can't pick a winner out of that lot.

Christian shakes his head and looks at the camera.

Christian: Well that's your draw for the 2022 Blast From The Past. Because we know there's lazy people out there who zoned out until they heard the own name, someone put the team names on the screen. It's time for Inception V's main event...

The screen fades from Christian and Hot Stuff with the team names on the screen.

Krystal Wolfe and Jack Washington
Candy and Goth
Sam Marlowe and Supreme Machine
Lavana Cade and Jaycee McDonald
Mikah and Mac Bane
Sierra Williams and Joshua Acquin
Audrey Russow and Miles Kasey
Amy Santino and Matthew Knox
Myra Rivers and Max Burke
Esther Azerov and Finn Whelan
Masque and Bill Barnhart
Mercedes Vargas and Shane Hawthorne
Amber Ryan and Hitamashii
Alanah Russow and Todd Williams
Kat Jones and Mark Cross

Justin: The following match is a Fatal Fourway match for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship.. Introducing first.

The opening guitar riffs of "The Enemy" by Godsmack plays as the big man makes his way out. By his side is his manager, "Chronic" Chris Page. The crowd is on them from the first sounds. The booing is almost thunderous. He laughs as they makes their way towards the ramp.

They only get louder as the pair make their way towards the ring, they walk slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Chronic Chris Page! He is the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.... Hailing from Port Arthur Texas.. Standing at six foot six and weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds..... Mac Bane!

Finally they reach the ring steps and make their way into the ring.

Mac approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the boos reaches a crescendo.

Justin: Next...

A white light flashes over the crowd that is almost blinding. It returns to a more tolerable brightness as "Feel Invincible" by Skillet begins to play through the arena. The crowd boos and gets louder when the announcer speaks up.

Justin: On his way to the ring from Tulsa, Oklahoma he is six foot four and weighed in this morning at two hundred and forty five pounds. Representing The Church of The Good Shepherds he is Brother David Shepherd!

And the boos become louder. David walks out onto the stage, throwing his hands in the air, looking up. He nods his head and smiles when he goes back and forth across the stage. He holds His Holy Word in his hand as he comes to the center of the stage. He walks down the aisle as he continues to read. He sits it on the ring steps and jumps up onto the apron. He walks across the apron as he seeks His praise. He gets inside of the ring and bounces off of the ropes multiple times with high, angry energy as he waits for the match to start.

Justin: Joining them is..

The lights shut off as "A conversation with death" by Khemmis 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.

Justin: Making his way to the ring.. Standing at six foot six and weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds. from Manhattan New York... Austin James Mercer!!!

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

Justin: And the last competitor is...

The crowd is in anticipation of the arrival of the next wrestler as the lights go out and a band of 6 Mariachi players come out to the arena all playing a guitar. They start to play Cancion del Mariachi as all of them start to sing while walking down the rampway. Halfway they stop and three walk to the left and the other three to the right as they stand face to face before Senor Vinnie walk out to the arena. He is sporting expensive sunglasses and a sweater around his neck and carrying an atomizer. He sprays some of his cologne in the air and sniffs it up as if not wanting to smell the foul air around him. He stops as we see Bea Barnhart walk out to accompany him to the ring before the two continue their strut

Justin: Coming down the aisle accompanied by Bea Barnhart!! Standing in at six foot eight and weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds!! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!! Senor Vinnie!!!!

Vinnie and Bea walk to the ring as Vinnie holds the rope open for her as she steps through. He then steps through the ropes himself and hands her the cologne that he carries with him before posing a few moments before staring down his opponents.

The referee waits a moment to have Chris Page and Bea Barnhart exit the ring before he calls for the bell..

DING DING DING!

Mercer and Bane seemed to have had a short quick conversation and with a short nod both of them go for their opponents. Bane going for Shepherd and Mercer going for Senor Vinnie. They all lock up in the middle of the ring Bane working Shepherd into the corner. Driving his shoulder into the gut of Shepherd. While Mercer has Senor Vinnie in the corner and delivers a wicked chop to the chest that has the crowd responding with a different ooo sound instead of the booing they have been doing. When Vinnie reverses and has Austin in the corner giving him a chop of his own the cheers join the woooooooo's. The crowd firmly picking a side against the only not truly bad man in the ring. Bane stops the shoulder blocks in the corner and Shepherd immediately goes for a stiff clothesline. Both go tumbling down to the mat and Bane rolls out of the ring and grabs Shepherd's leg dragging him out of the ring to the outside. When he goes to whip Shepherd into the ring steps the move is reversed halfway in and Shepherd slings Bane into the ringside barrier. The crowd jumping back to stay out of harms way.

Adams: The champ goes hard into the barrier

Simone: Meanwhile inside the ring Mercer has Senor Vinnie send to the ropes and OOOOH!!! Spinebuster!!!

Mercer goes for the pin on Senor Vinnie..

ONE!

TWO!

Shepherd kicks Mercer and breaks the pin on Vinnie. Vinnie rolls out of the ring and Mercer gets to his feet charging in but Shepherd jumps and takes down Mercer with a Lou Thez press and follows it up with several punches. He grabs Mercer by the hair dragging him to his feet to set him up for a powerbomb but Bane has gotten into the ring and delivers a big boot to the face sending Shepherd out of the ring and the temporary alliance between Mercer and Bane ends with a swift headbutt from Mercer to Bane and he follows it with a Double A spinebuster in the middle of the ring. Going for the quick pin.

ONE!

TW...

KICKOUT!

Bane kicks out just before the hand can slam into the mat for a second time and as Mercer goes to get up Vinnie is back in the ring grabbing Mercer and throwing him out of the ring trying to get a quick pin on the champion but before the referee can get into place for the count Bane has already kicked out. Vinnie tries it again but again before the hand can come down on the one Bane kicks out. Bane rolls away from Vinnie and charges in on Vinnie with a vicious lariat.

Adams: The champ damn near took his head off.

Simone: Meanwhile outside of the ring Mercer has been thrown into the ring steps by Shepherd.

Shepherd rolls back into the ring and charges at Bane with a spear taking the champion off his feet and as he goes for the pin and the referee gets into position Vinnie drops down on his back with a knee drop making Shepherd roll off the champ and Vinnie tries to get the pin instead.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout! Bane kicks out and even pushes Vinnie clear off of him. As Vinnie gets up Mercer had made his way back into the ring and he gets a hold of Vinnie and with a biel throw sends Vinnie clear across the ring and the momentum sends him rolling underneath the bottom rope to the floor right at the feet of CCP who could not help himself and delivers a swift kick to the ribs of Vinnie which causes Bea to come storming around the ring getting into the face of the smirking CCP and the crowds displeasure the boo's aimed at him only making his smirk even wider and more smug.

Adams: Get him out of here!!

Simone: Fatal Fourway rules! If Bea gets a chance to use that perfume she will do it too!

The bickering is stopped as at that moment Bea does exactly that using the perfume on CCP spraying him right in the face making him claw at his eyes while the crowd cheers for this. In the ring meanwhile Mercer and Bane are staring each other down while Shepherd climbs back into the ring and the brawl is on! All three of them trading blows and with a crowd cheering for him Vinnie jumps in and starts punching Mercer while Bane and Shepherd trade blows again. Vinnie is getting the upper hand to the pleasure of the crowd cheering for him as he goes for the trifecta of German suplexes while Shepherd has Bane in the corner delivering stiff body shots and follows it up with biel throwing Bane on top of Mercer.

Adams: Alliances are made!

Simone: They are made to be broken. This is not a tag match after all! Bane is to his feet and a thunderous lariat to Vinnie.

Outside of the ring the camera's show CCP getting help from the ringside doctor to get the perfume out of his eyes. While Mercer is distracted with Shepherd who charges in on Mercer only to be hit with a dropkick to the knees. Shepherd rolls out of the ring holding his knee. The champ goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Mercer breaks up the pin by pulling Bane off of Vinnie. The two big men trading blows in the center of the ring.

Adams: That alliance is down the drain. You were right.

Simone: I usually am. Bane is getting the better in the brawl and drives his knee into the gut of Mercer.

Mercer doubles over and Bane immediately grabs him for the fade away but Vinnie has recovered in time to grab Bane for a snap suplex. While the champ was holding his head on the side of the ring Vinnie Irish whips Mercer into the ropes and hits him with a high knee sending Mercer stumbling back from the impact and Shepherd pulls him out of the ring and slams him back first into the guard rail. Mercer goes down hard and with a swift kick to the back of the head and neck Shepherd keeps him down.

Adams: Senor Vinnie got the best out of that conflict.

Simone: His focus now shifts to the champ who is still down. The champ is playing possum!

As Vinnie gets close enough the champ drives a brutal kick to the gut from the floor and gets to his feet to the displeasure of the crowd and as he does he grabs Vinnie by the head and connects with the Fade Away! He goes for the pin but sees it when Shepherd comes in with an elbow drop and rolls out of the way and Shepherd crashes the elbow right into the sternum of Vinnie and Shepherd goes to get up again and Vinnie rolls out of the ring clutching his chest. Bane charges in with the Tornado Alley sending Shepherd crashing to the mat.

Adams: The Champ got that vicious elbow shot in is this the beginning of the end??

Simone: Not if Mercer has anything to say about it!

Shepherd was knocked down hard and Mercer climbs back into the ring and as he comes at the champ Bane charges in with a big boot to the face and heads out of the ring and stands on the apron waiting for Mercer to get to his feet. Vinnie tries to grab him by the legs and gets a stiff boot to the face for his attempt. As soon as Mercer is standing Bane slingshots himself into the ring with the Burn out! Knocking Mercer down and out. Bane goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Both Shepherd and Vinnie tried to stop it from happening and are only a split second too late to stop the pinfall and the bell rings.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Your winner and STILL Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion!!! Mac Bane!!!

CCP gets into the ring and pulls the referee away to raise Mac Bane's hand in victory instead.

Adams: The champ retained by only a split second!

Simone: Fatal Fourways are notoriously hard to win because everyone can get that pin at any time! Well done to our Champion Mac Bane!

Adams: Mac Bane has managed to beat the odds and retain!

Simone: It looks like the SCW power couple continue their dominance. What an insane night this has been, but that's all we have time for! Join us in two weeks time, where we have debuts, Blast From The Past and Mac Bane and Amber Ryan still leading their divisions. Till next time, for Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone, saying good night everybody!

The camera cuts to a smiling Mac Bane and Chris Page before fading out.

THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Andy, Derek, The Lord MK, JJ, Masque, Matt Knox, Jazz, Mac, AJ, Joshua, Mercedes, Erik, Annie, Charlie, Gerrit, Julie, Kat, Dustin. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!