(Paradox now has his leg in plaster with an eye patch on and leans heavily on a crutch as we join him. As he limps exasperated down the corridor, M.D.K. appears behind him. Paradox smiles at his and points to the True Expert Tag Team Championship on his shoulder.)
PM: “Inter-federation tag team titles for the win! You and I are very much the same now! Even more than before! Some might even mistake us for twins. You being the more aggressive, less stylish one of course but nevertheless!”
M.D.K.: “Tick-tock Mr McSweeney.”
PM: “Thanks for the Kesha song Danny but I’d prefer You’re Love is my Drug.”
M.D.K.: “Oh you are funny... You know what I mean. Time is running out for your malaise and general failure of physical health to improve. You need to sort it out Para...”
PM: “But that monster! He... Did things to me no man should ever do to another human being! He... He...”
(He leans into M.D.K. and whispers.)
PM: “He touched me...”
(M.D.K. looks disgusted.)
M.D.K.: “I don’t give a shit if he full on fisted you Mr McSweeney. At Cancun Clash, even if I have to pay the extra for the disabled seat then I will get you there and you will defend your title.”
PM: “And who would want to be callous enough to face an injured man? For gold?”
M.D.K.: “In Vegas? I’m sure the driver of the bloody Sunshine bus would be happy to kick your ass! It’s going to be Cancun Clash though and I can sure think of someone especially that could claim a stake in that title.”
PM: “Oh really? And who would dare to challenge the special bay parking myself?”
(Somebody clears their throat from behind Paradox. He turns to see Jacob Wright standing there.)
JW: “Good evening... My name, is Jacob Wright and I believe this briefcase now goes to Mr Tenegra. Correct?”
(He hands it to M.D.K. who nods and smiles.)
?: “The trouble is, a TV Title needs a true TV star... I believe a situation like that needs a man of Main Event credentials. One that some may even calls MR Main Event...”
(David Cyclone stands there and smiles at Paradox who looks horrified. M.D.K. turns to Paradox.)
M.D.K.: “Wow... Two people in ten seconds. Shall I search for more?”
PM: “No-no! Please... Two is more than enough!”
(M.D.K. smiles and turns away from the three men and walks down the corridor.)
M.D.K.: “A triple threat for Cancun Clash made as I walk down a corridor? Dam I’m good...”
(Ringside.)
OC: “He is good!”
CR: “A triple threat for Paradox at Cancun Clash? TV Title on the line too!”
OC: “Paradox is being dealt an injustice but can’t help but crave that match!”
---COMMERCIAL---
Damien Lester vs. Jeremiah BelmontGC: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first...Damien LESTER!!
(b]CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES
THIS IS MY LAST RESORT[/b]
Last Resort by Papa Roach begins to play. Damien Lester slowly makes his way out from the back with Jen Winchester following him closely. Damien makes his way down to the ring with a twisted smirk spread across his face.)
GC: And his opponent, from London, England, he is the SCW United Champion...Jeremiah BELMONT!!
(The opening chords to "Cry Little Sister" begins to play as Jeremiah Belmont appears on the ramp. The fans begin to give a mixed reaction towards him and he ignores them, walking down the ramp he snarls at a fan who tried to touch him. When he reached the ring he slid under the ropes and tore off his leather trench coat revealing bare flesh with patch works of scars adorning his body like a patched work piece of art.)
CR: This has the makings of a great match.
OC: Or a bloody one if it were hardcore. No love lost between these two.
CR: Lester hasn't exactly been Belmont friendly. Let's just say that.
(Some fine technical wrestling with a touch of hard hits. Damien hits a snap suplex but when they get back up, Jer hits one. Then it breaks down. Push and a shove and a brawl between the two. Damien loses control after missing a body splash and Jer capitalizes with a running big boot that puts Damien back in the corner. Jer pummels him in the corner and hits a face wash that leads to a nearfall. Jer stays on the offensive until he goes for a german and Damien reverses the waistlock and does one of his own folding Jer over and bridging for the near pin. They get up and Lester with a boot the the gut and then a hammerlock DDT!)
CR: Good back and forth action. It seems like Lester and Belmont had a good countering gameplan going in.
OC: They're alike in meanness, being United Champions, and...meanness.
(Dragon sleeper by Lester gets a fan pop due to its seldom usage! Jer drags a leg on the ropes to break it. Momentum swings back to Jer when he counters an irish whip and catches Damien with a AA like spinebuster! Cover and a two count. Jer positions himself for the Rapture and when Damien gets up, he unleashes it but Damien ducks it and goes behind to connect with a Dragon suplex! Cover and a close kickout! Damien attempts to hook on the Mercy Killing but Jer again gets a foot on the ropes. He pulls Jer up and attempts a vertical suplex but Jer blocks it and switches arm position turning it into the DARKSIDE DROP!! Jer covers and the ref counts three just a split tick before Damien can get a shoulder up!)
GC: Here is your winner, Jeremiah Belmont!!
OC: Close match! Can't believe it ended right there.
CR: Could of gone either way but the United Champ's perseverance shows through again with a solid victory against the ever dangerous Lester.
(Lester rolls out of the ring looking enraged while Belmont raises an arm in victory.)
Winner: Jeremiah Belmont???: Oi! Pattinson! Yeah, you!
OC: What is that idiot doing here?
The camera pans to Dorling, standing by the timekeepers table with the United Title belt over his shoulder.
DOR: Hello Jezza! Shiny shiny belt you have here. I must say, it looks very good on me. I bet you shine it up real good so you can’t see your reflection in it!
OC: That’s a low blow.
DOR: Here’s the deal.
Belmont leans over the rope, focussing on Dorling.
DOR: I have a shot at this little trinket of yours and, I hate to tell you this, I’m taking it from you.
Belmont sneers.
DOR: But I’m not all heartless and stuff. Nope, not me, not your friendly neighbourhood Dorling. I want to make sure you get your erm, moment in the sun so to speak. I want to give you a night of glory and, most importantly, make sure you get you Pay Per View bonus because we all know the price of goat blood is waaaaaaay up there at the moment. Christ knows you’re going to need it after our little battle in CPW this coming Monday.
Belmont claps sarcastically.
DOR: So what I propose is this. Dorling v Jeremiah Belmont at a little show we sinners like to call Cancun Clash. You down with that?
Belmont leans over the ropes and snatches the microphone from Dorling.
JB: Like you wouldn’t believe.
Dorling motions for the microphone back, offering the title belt in exchange. Belmont hesitantly makes the switch.
DOR: We’re on then! See you Monday old boy!
Dorling makes a sharp movement as if he’s going to enter the ring before stopping, hold his hands up and smiling. He then turns and jumps over the barricade to leave through the crowd.
CR: There you have it folks! Dorling v Belmont at Cancun Clash!
OC: Let’s hope Jeremiah can shut him up.
---COMMERCIAL---
Brenda Vixen is backstage with Scott Black celebrating Brenda’s win as Marvin Peabody walks up to them.
MP: “Brenda! Another great win tonight. Can I just.”
(Scott holds up his hand in the face of Marvin as Brenda glares at him.)
BV: “You? You don’t deserve to even look at me in the eye. I mean look at you!”
(Marvin looks to the floor as Brenda mocks him.)
BV: “You don’t deserve to even be in the same corridor as me.”
(She slaps him hard across the face.)
BV: “The Sinistry may have been threatened last week but we are a solid entity. Superior in every way to anything and we shall not be stopped.”
(A slow clap can be heard behind Brenda as M.D.K. slowly wanders up with the True Expert Tag Title on his shoulder.)
M.D.K.: “Bravo... Truly a bravissimo performance there but honestly Brenda. Unless you have something to show for it, it feels almost... Obsolete...”
BV: “What do you want Danny?”
M.D.K.: “Oh no... no, that won’t do. It’s Mr Tenegra or ‘M.D.K.’ to you. Or just plain sir will suffice.”
BV: “Or what exactly if I continue to ignore those requests.”
(M.D.K. stops and ponders for a second.)
M.D.K.: “Not much that I haven’t already done really...”
BV: “What, beating me for that pathetic title? I don’t think so.”
M.D.K.: “Oh you haven’t heard? Parents have complained... We have had a lot of complaints about the Sinistry and in particular you. In fact so much so that a Mrs Christine Dorling of Norwich has requested you be removed from the ring indefinitely. Now, I wouldn’t go that far but I will say this.”
(He leans in close.)
M.D.K.: “Leave my arena... Now. And don’t return until I call. Do you hear me?”
BV: “You can’t do that.”
M.D.K.: “I think I just did... Toodles.”
(He smirks as security come forth to usher her away.)
CR: “Brenda kicked out of the arena and suspended? That is insane!”
OC: “Christine Dorling of Norwich? I smell a rat... What next? Davina Cyclone of Bournemouth?”
---COMMERCIAL---
Jo McFarlane vs. Jacob WrightGC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Madrid, Spain...Jacob WRIGHT!!
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v11jrC_Smj4[/YOUTUBE]
GC: And his opponent, from Edinburgh, Scotland...Jo MCFARLANE!!
(“Rockstar” hits the PA system, and with each burst of sound, pink pyros erupt from the stage, dying out after the third burst. Through the smoke left behind the pyro, a figure dressed in a pink hoodie steps out, bobbing her head to the beat of the music, then takes off down the ramp, and around to the left, leaping up to the apron, grabbing the rope to pull herself up and drops to one knee. Looking around her, Jo pulls her hood down finally, and stands up to step through the ropes. Stepping in, Jo heads to a corner, where she removes the hoodie, tossing it over the ropes to a ringside attendant, awaiting the beginning of the match.)
OC: A win her for Jo over the TV title's top contender could play a role in the weeks to come.
CR: I think they both have their sights on something bigger. This will be a good showcase for their ambition.
(Two popular superstars go at it. Jo ducks a tie in and runs the ropes instead and stuns Jacob with a kick and a spinning back fist. She trips him at the ropes and then tries to baseball slide him out of the ring but he stays on the apron. Jo runs in and Jacob pulls the ropes down and she goes over also landing on the apron. He stomps on her foot and then tosses Jo to the mat. He then leaps off the apron with a leg drop but Jo sits up and Jacob hits the floor tailbone first. The ref counts until both slowly get up and in the ring and the action continues back and forth at a much slower and Jacob controlled pace.)
OC: Ever notice how the wrestler who does more submissions always tries to keep the faster wrestler at bay?
CR: Well it makes sense.
OC: Yea I get that but why can't the faster wrestler just keep getting kicks and hurricanranas and stuff and wear down the the other one that way?
CR: It exerts too much energy.
OC: I'd like to see that just once.
(Jo kicks up at Jacob to break a chinlock. She headbutts him and leaps for a hurricanrana that goes right into a pin for a two count. She picks him up but Jacob ATCHOOs to stun her and then drops her with a face buster. Jacob then executes the signature Wright Place and Wright Time but when he drops to pin Jo she manages to kick out! He grabs the foot and starts twisting it but Jo pushes up on her hands and then is hopping on one leg. Jacob drops the foot and Jo turns it into a dropsault once she has both legs. He tumbles into the corner. She runs in but Jacob gets a boot up. He goes top rope but when he leaps off, Jo meets him with a dropkick! Jacob lands near the ropes perfectly place for Jo's DEAD DEVOTION! She hooks the leg right after the body splash and gets the three.)
GC: Here is your winner, Jo McFarlane!!
CR: Exciting win! The TV Title contender gets his dial turned today.
OC: Oh come on. You're running out of material. It was a pretty fun match though. Good job Jo.
(She gets up and celebrates on the turnbuckle the big win. Jacob sits up with a frown after the loss while Jo picks up some momentum with the win.)
Winner: Jo McFarlane---COMMERCIAL---
(Adrien Specter is backstage with his brother Richard looking at his spiked weapon.)
RS: "So you heard nothing from M.D.K. after last week?"
(Specter shakes his head.)
RS: "Maybe he knows his place and to leave you WELL alone."
(Adrien turns to greet a shadow behind him. It's Damien Lester and the crowd pop. They stare at each other for a while before Damien speaks.)
DL: "So you are the one and only Adrien Specter I presume?"
(Adrien nods as Lester looks impressed.)
DL: "And the rumour?"
(Adrien tilts his head and looks confused.)
DL: "About the tongue?"
(Adrien smiles and opens his mouth to reveal the stump. Lester smiles with a sort of sick glee.)
DL: "That is pretty barbaric. I applaud you sir. How about this. The Hardcore Title you revere... Put it on the line against me. Full Hardcore Rules..."
(Specter smiles and offers his hand. Lester responds with a shake of it.)
DL: "Good... oh, and bring your lady friend I saw the other week."
(Lester snakes off as Specter smirks and Richard turns him around.)
RS: "What the hell? LEster? Do you know what that man is capable of?"
(Specter signs something at Richard.)
RS: "Yes, I know what you're capable of but this isn't a match where you'll just be able to cut your own tongue off again. I mean how much worse could you be?"
(Specter signs something back and Richard looks a little taken aback with the smile that this is delivered.)
RS: "Cut his ton... You have some major, major dark thoughts..."
(Specter looks almost appreciative of this as we cut to ringside.)
CR: "Specter and Lester for the Hardcore Title at Cancun Clash? That is HUGE News!"
OC: "There's gonna be blood on the sand."
---COMMERCIAL---
CR: Fans we're back and we're once again fortunate to not only have our superstars competing around the world in the CWC Ascension Tournament but we are privileged to host two more matches and they're next!
OC: Coming into round two, Sabra, David Cyclone, and Shelbi Lynn advanced and are competing outside of SCW though we saw Cyc and Shelbi two weeks ago draw home matches.
CR: Well this week our outspoken Global Champion got his home draw and to what may be a surprise to some but not this commentator, Matt Matlock gets the home field match tonight thanks to an impressive showing. That match is next!
CWC Ascension Round 2
Matt Matlock vs. Judas Dathan (UPW)GC: The following contest is a special attraction match as it is for the second round of the CWC Ascension Tournament! Introducing first, representing UPW...Judas DATHAN!!
(Point of No Return" by Immortal Technique begins playing throughout the arena as Judas Dathan begins to walk through the curtain. Flanked by Isaiah Dathan, there is a noticeable fire in his eyes. The fans begin to boo as Judas pays them little to no attention, but will glare in their direction and give an occasional wink to rile them up. Standing on the turnbuckle, Judas awaits his opponent before flipping off the fans who continue to boo him.)
GC: And his opponent, from New Waterford, Nova Scotia, Canada and representing SCW...Matt MATLOCK!!
(The opening chords of Papa Roach's "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. Eight seconds in, when the song kicks into full gear, pyros erupt on the stage. Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, dressed to fight as always. He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.)
OC: I think I heard a few cheers for Matlock!
CR: He hasn't only been impressing us Oscar. Matt has made the world his stage and people are noticing! Dathan should be a tough challenge for him though.
(At first, Matt can't get his hands on the high flyer as he's running around the ring leaping and ducking his moves but after getting a few strikes and kicks in, Matt counters a cutter attempt throwing Dathan into the ropes and turning him inside out with a clothesline! Matt takes control of the contest with a very physical gameplan. He hits a nice guillotine leg drop and follow covering for a near fall. The match stays on the ground with a crossface amongst other moves. The match turns back in Dathan's favor when Matt goes top rope for a second time and misses a diving headbutt.)
CR: For much of this match Matlock has been able to neutralize the faster Dathan but this could be a turning point!
OC: Are you insinuating he's in trouble? Are you anti-SCW?
CR: No I'm calling the match how I see it. Something you seldom do.
(Dathan ducks a clothesline and tries to roll him up from behind but he kicks out. Dathan springboard cross body! Another near fall. Dathan is exhausting Matlock until he leaps for a hurricanrana but Matlock throws him off. He lands on his feet and trips Matt into the ropes. Dathan goes to the turnbuckle but as he's climbing up, Matt gets up and hits the high ropes causing him to stumble. Since Dathan's back is turned to the ring while climbing, Matt gets underneath behind him and pulls Dathan off the ropes by his arms into the Cruxifix and finishes him with the ANIMAL INSTINCT! Matlock folds him over for the three count!)
GC: Here is your winner, Matt Matlock!!
CR: This superstar just keeps impressing me and he's making a statement in both SCW and the CWC now!
OC: Dathan had his chances but hooray SCW!! Woo!
(Both men like middle fingers but its Matt's the crowd gets thrown at them as he stands victorious in the middle of the ring.)
Winner: Matt Matlock---COMMERCIAL---
Dorling is backstage, sitting in his locker room drinking from a bottle of water.
???: Mr Dorling?
He looks up and sees Heidi Lawman standing in the doorway, dressed in her business suit with a large suitcase in tow.
DOR: Er, hi.
HL: I thought I'd come by to say goodbye to you.
DOR: Are you going somewhere?
HL: Yes. I'm leaving Las Vegas.
DOR: On a holiday?
HL: No, I'm afraid not.
DOR: Something more long term?
HL: You could say that. I have accepted a very good job with a large corporation in Canada.
DOR: Christ, you're leaving SCW?
HL: Yes.
DOR: Woah, that's big news. Really? You want to leave?
HL: I don't know. I want to take this job. It's a dream job and it's excellently paid.
DOR: But you're doing so well here?
HL: I know and, rather begrudgingly, I have to admit that a lot of that is down to you. So I guess I've come to say thank you too.
DOR: Well, you're welcome.
HL: I'll be back one day Mr Dorling, of that you can be sure. I used to think that I was a lawyer playing wrestler, but now I know that I can do both. So for a little while I'm going to go and be a wrestler playing lawyer.
DOR: Well, I wish you good luck in that case.
HL: Ok Mr, I mean, Dorling. Thank you again.
DOR: Should we hug it out or something?
HL: Ok...
The pair hug awkwardly and Heidi grabs her suitcase and leaves. Dorling stands and raises his eyebrows. Insomnia appears from the corridor.
SOM: Well that was fucking awkward.
DOR: Play nice.
SOM: Yeah yeah. Get your mind on the game son, it's a big one tonight.
DOR: Game face is on.
SOM: Excellent.
---COMMERCIAL---
(Walking down the hallway, Doug E. Fresh is seen with the Global title over his right shoulder and his hood down.)
Doug: There will be no questioning of me. Especially by someone as lowly as Extream. I willingly fight for this company when I don't have to. I do it because I am the standard bearer. I am the one wrestler in this company you can believe in.
I do not run scared from anything. I have held this Global Championship for more than four months. I'm a proven winner for SCW over at the Experts and a CWC Tag Team Champion. I am THE best wrestler in this business and YOUR saving grace.
Don't believe me? Keep your eyes on what's about to happen next.
(The camera stays still as the professor walks past it continuing down the hallway toward the entrance.)
CWC Ascension Round 2
Doug E. Fresh vs Crowbar (WARPED)GC: The following is our second match for the CWC Ascension Tournament this evening. Introducing first, representing WARPED wrestling...CROWBAR!!
("Just close your eyes" by Waterproof Blonde hits as blue lights illuminate the arena. As the chorus hits Crowbar walks out to a mixed reaction from the fans. He stands at the entrance and looks around at everyone before beginning his walk to the ring. He stops half way down with a grin on his face before pointing at the crowd, appreciating the reaction before continuing his walk down to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps over the top rope, heading towards the corner post. He steps up onto the second turnbuckle and looks around with a smile before jumping down and standing in the middle of the ring.)
GC: And his opponent, from New Dover, Ohio and representing SCW, he is the Global Champion...Doug E. FRESH!!
(The lights slowly dim to green. As the video for Doug E. Fresh appears on the SinTron, we hear the words...
Wash away impurities, wash away all that couldn’t beThe chorus of "The End" then kicks in right afterwards and Doug appears on the stage wearing a black robe with a hood on covering his eyes. He walks down the ramp covering himself from the jeers of the fans as he climbs the ring steps and enters through the middle rope. Doug then ascends the top turnbuckle and removes the entire robe revealing his wrestling attire, the SCW Global Championsip, and a cocky smile as he poses with arms outstretched to the boos. Doug then leaps off the turnbuckle delivering a picture perfect backflip landing on his feet in the center of the ring. Immediately he falls to his knees in a form of worship.)
OC: YEA BOY!
CR: For once even I'll root for the professor. Fans were treated two weeks ago to Crowbar and that could play into Doug's hands already seeing what the superstar has to offer.
(Crowbar starts it with a brawl backing Doug up against the ropes but then runs at him and gets body dropped onto the apron. Doug stuns him and dropkicks him off to the ground. He waits for Crowbar to get back in and gives him a knee lift before suplexing him over the ropes and back into the ring. Doug continues the match with some mat work keeping the smaller Crowbar on the ground with headlocks and body scissors.)
OC: All professor this match. He backs up his words.
CR: Certainly since the action returned to the ring its been a technical clinic.
(Crowbar works his way back up to his feet and breaks a headlock with a back suplex. They both get up and Doug goes to whip Crowbar but its reversed sending Doug into the corner. Crowbar spears him in the corner and Doug walks out dizzily and Crowbar connects with a right hook punch that knocks Doug out. He tries a cover but gets just a two count. The crowd is torn. He picks Doug up and sets him up for his brainbuster like maneuver called The TrapDoor. However, trying to lift Doug up for the suplex, the professor slips behind Crowbar and in an instant hooks each arm into a full nelson and easily executes The GRADING CURVE! He sits backward on him hooking a leg with one hand and counting to three with his other along with the ref.)
GC: Here is your winner, Doug E. Fresh!!
OC: That makes SCW 2-2 in Ascension! Good for us!
CR: The professor had Crowbar's number all match. Its unfortunate for his company that he didn't put up more of a fight but even I'll admit that Doug is a challenge for any wrestler.
OC: You've gotta show up in the big tournaments!
(Doug shakes off the effect of the right hook earlier and smiles raising his hand while the timekeeper hands the Global title to him. He treats it business as usual as he causally leaves the ring and holds the Championship high for the crowd walking up the ramp.)
Winner: Doug E. Fresh---COMMERCIAL---
(Cameras cut backstage to a huge commotion immediately following Doug’s Ascension match. Security is standing in between Doug and Ex, doing their best to hold Extream back while Doug just stands there, practically hiding behind them.)
Ex-You smug son of a bitch…get off me!
(Ex shoves the security guards arms away from him, keeping them at bay, possibly playing possum acting like he has calmed down.)
Ex-You can stand behind all this security all you want Doug…eventually I will get my hands on you…and when I do…
Doug-You’ll blow it…Ex, you will blow it.
Ex-I will blow nothing!
(Ex makes a charge again, this time pushing through security at first, tackling Doug to the ground, getting in a few punches before Security pull him off once again, holding him back from Doug…so Doug takes a cheap shot, slapping Ex in the face...)
Ex-What the FU…
(Ex rips through security again and takes it to Doug, tackling him to the ground and pounding away at him with huge right and left haymakers, security tries to rip him away but Ex keeps fighting, doing everything he can to keep landing punches. Finally, after a few moments of complete chaos, security break the two up and Doug takes off down the hallway in the opposite direction while Security holds Ex back…Doug turns the corner and Ex calms to a point where Security let him go…but he turns around and is now face to face with Shelbi who was watching the whole thing.)
Ex-You?! You want some more?
(Shelbi looks completely uninterested…but not intimidated as she just smiles and looks over to a poster promoting Cancun Clash in the hallway.)
Shelbi-One of us is going to walk out of Cancun Clash with that title…we can settle any problems we have then.
(Shelbi turns and starts to walk away…Ex goes to charge her but the alert Security team collapse around him once again and keep him from attacking…they have to tackle him to the ground to keep him at bay…Ex screams out towards Shelbi who walks away and the cameras cut back to Oscar and Courtney.)
OC-Somebody needs to lock him back up until the Clash…our champion is not safe as long as Ex is walking around.
CR-Did you ever stop to think that maybe this is what Doug deserves? All these months of sneak attacks and playing games with his opponents…now Doug is the one having to watch his own back…
OC-No one can do it better…but he needs to be healthy going into the Clash…we can’t have that psycho Ex doing something we would all regret because he can’t keep his cool. He almost attacked Shelbi too…could you imagine everyone in the Global title match not being at 100%...it would be a disaster.
CR-I am sure they would find a way to still compete at a higher level than anywhere else in this business…these fans just want to see a show…
OC-Speaking of the show…don’t we have the main event to come yet?
CR-Yes we do…and right after a few short words from a sponser.
---COMMERCIAL---
Dorling and Insomnia vs. Grocery Boy and Chris StrikeGC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Sao Paulo, Brazil...Chris STRIKE!!
(The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” by KISS blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple as the drum solo begins…and up towards a throne at the top of some stairs. A man rises from the throne and makes his way down the steps…and once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above.
“The God of Thunder” Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the SCW fan base as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. A smirk falls on his lips as the self-proclaimed God of Thunder is showered by gold, white and black streamers and two bright white pyros on the sides of the ramp. Smirking, Strike begins making his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring.
Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. The God of Thunder just gives the fans a sly smirk as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” fades…)
GC: And his tag team partner, from aisle seven of your local grocery store...Grocery BOY!!
(Various Checkout sounds followed by a girl saying "Clean up in Asile 7" plays over the speakers, and turns into "I can do anything" By 3OH!3 as Grocery Boy walks out from behind the curtain pushing a shopping cart full of various shelf stocking items. He hops into the cart as it flys down the ramp. He leans to the side to narrowly avoid the ring, causing the cart to tip over and Grocery Boy to fall out of the cart onto the floor.)
CR: Chris Strike, welcome to the main event.
OC: Sure that's good and all but why is grocery boy here?
CR: He proclaims to be a future heavyweight champion. Just like Chris Strike might be this year!
GC: And their opponents, representing STD; Dorling and Insomnia!
'Deep' by Nine Inch Nails hits the PA and Dorling appears at the top of the ramp, fist pumping and jumping up and down excitedly. Insomnia follows behind, drawing in the reaction of the crowd and holding his arms out beside him. They bump fists as a shot of red pyro goes off behind them before they march down to the ring, pointing out crowd signs and talking to each other as they go.
CR: Dorling and Insomnia will represent a tough challenge for Grocery Boy and Chris Strike.
OC: No crap! Strike and the bagger aren't a team!
(Dorling starts the match but slides out of the ring and reaches under the apron. Grocery Boy enters in and wonders whats going on. He looks over the ropes and Dorling brings a plastic bag out which he puts over the head of a leaning over GB!)
CR: Paper or plastic grocery boy! I get the joke!
OC: Fun is not welcome here.
(While GB takes the plastic bag off, Dorling enters and does a scorpion takedown. They get up and GB goes to boot Dorling but Dor catches it. He holds the leg up while taking a swing at the paper sack on GB's head irritating him and leading to an enzigiri! GB crawls over and tags Chris Strike while Dorling sits up and Som reaches over for a tag which Dorling obliges.
Big circle around now as Strike preps to test himself against one of the very best. They lock up. Strike gets control with a side headlock. Som throws him into the ropes. Som leaps over Strike and then falls flat as Strike runs over him but then Strike shoulders Som to the mat! Som rolls over as Strike steps over him again and this time Som connects on a Static Lullaby! This leads to a nearfall.
Som and Dorling show some nice teamwork tagging in and out and at one time doing a double suplex! Strike is able to take advantage however when Dorling is in the ring with him as he blocks a belly to belly suplex attempt with a mongolian chop and follows that with a northern lights suplex!)
CR: Very nice!
(Strike and GB show they can work as a team as well when Strike picks Dorling up into the fireman's carry and tags GB. He does the rolling slam and GB follows it with a springboard elbow drop. Cover and a near fall. Action continues as GB and Strike isolate one STD from another for a few minutes.
Turning point of the match comes when Dorling's in the corner after a big forearm smash. Strike goes for a rolling wheel kick and Dorling falls forward rolling under it and Strike bounces off the turnbuckle. Tag is made to Grocery Boy and Som gets the hot tag!)
OC: Oh no.
(Roaring elbow! Som's feeling the energy. He goes behind GB and hits a released german! Strike gets back in and Som meets him with a dragon uppercut! He then takes GB who's sitting and does a rolling snapmare! Strike breaks up the cover and he and Dorling start brawling again until Strike misses a roundhouse kick and Dorling dumps him over the ropes!
GB can't fight both Som and Dorling alone but he tries and ends up meeting a pele kick from Som! Dorling picks GB up while Som climbs the turnbuckle! And from there they pull off a nice combination of the backDOR followed by Raining Murder!! The belly to back suplex and double foot stomp combo is enough to keep GB on the mat as Som pins him for the three count!)
GC: Here are your winners, Dorling and Insomnia!!
CR: Great win by the members of STD and anyone could be infected by that sick double team finish!
OC: You're infected with idiocy.
CR: Along with David Cyclone, these three are a serious threat to the Sinistry AND the One Ring Circus!
Winners: Dorling & InsomniaSTD celebrate as we close out the show.
