(The door to M.D.K.’s office swings open and an enraged Doug E Fresh storms into the office. M.D.K. is reading a book on luck and doesn’t even react as Fresh kicks at the chair in front of M.D.K.’s desk sending it toppling.)
Fresh: “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you just trying to press each and every one of my buttons Danny? Do you really want to piss me off?”
(M.D.K. doesn’t even look up from his book.)
M.D.K.: “Mind the chair, I only have another four hundred of them. Oh and feel free to come in Douglas. How may I help you?”
Fresh: “Insomnia? In-fucking-Somnia?”
M.D.K.: “Now you are starting to sound like me...”
Fresh: “Are you that desperate to stack the deck against me that you put as many obstacles in my path as possible?”
M.D.K.: “Surely you only worry about this sort of thing if you sincerely believe that you could potentially lose.”
(Doug falls silent and calms a little as M.D.K. puts the book down and continues.)
M.D.K.: “See Doug, everybody is bitching at how I have stacked the deck but you need to take a step back and look at the match. Everybody hates everybody else. Trhere are no allegiances, no alliances and no friendship bracelets being passed around. After what you tried to pull at Rival Factions by sabotaging team SCW, you are very lucky I don’t take the liberty of putting myself into the match and really fucking you up.”
Fresh: “I’d like to see you try.”
(M.D.K. stares at Doug for a moment...)
Fresh: “Forget I said that.”
M.D.K.: “At Cancun Clash, you have as good a chance as anybody to walk out of there as Champion. Whether you have the bollocks to do so is entirely on your back.”
(Fresh heads back towards the door.)
M.D.K.: “Is there something else?”
Fresh: “Just three words...”
M.D.K.: “Go on but I will cut your bollocks off if they are a declaration of love.”
Fresh: “Eleven... Thousand... Pounds...”
(Fresh is gone as M.D.K. seethes.)
---COMMERCIAL---Michael Thunder & Sean Panache vs. Chris Strike & Spider Bait
GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring 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 Hallelujah Junction, California...Spider-BAIT!!
(The rhythmic beat of “Hallucinogen” by Infected Mushroom resounds throughout the Luxor PA, its entrancing cadence capturing the attention of those attending. Spider-Bait stumbles through the curtains and onto the main stage, a solitary spotlight highlighting his appearance. After a brief moment of awkwardly adjusting his mask and anxiously looking over the arena, Spider-Bait’s head begins to bob in rhythm with his music. A raised hand reaches for the sky, an open-palmed ‘fist’ pump enslaved by the throbbing beat. Spider-Bait bounces down the ramp, randomly pointing at members of the crowd as he passes them. He leaps onto the ring curtain and hurls himself over the ropes.)
CR: I find this an interesting pairing between two superstars in the SureShot ladder match.
OC: The only wrestler who matters in the SureShot is one of the two who are about to enter the arena.
GC: And their opponents, representing the One Ring Circus...Sean PANACHE and Michael THUNDER!!
(The duo come out in unison looking down to the ring the whole time with looks of disappointment. Panache taunts the fans while Thunder spits out his gum at them. They get in the ring and have a stare down at Strike and Spider-Bait.)
OC: We don't get enough of the One Ring Circus on this program.
CR: This isn't the TFWF. This is Sin City Wrestling and our guys aren't going to like a takeover by the ORC.
(This starts as an all out brawl with no control from the referee. All four men are going at it. Thunder paired with Strike and Panache and Spider in opposite corners right. The circus is set reeling with a standing kick from Strike and a dropsault from Spider which lead to both Thunder and Sean going outside. Corkscrew plancha from Spider take out both men! Once order is established, Spider tags in Chris and he goes double arm backbreaker on panache and gets a near fall. Near the opposing corner, Thunder reaches at Strike. Strike swings a leg at him but leaves his back open for a dropkick from Panache and a reverse DDT! With Spider left waiting and his arm hanging out for a tag, the circus members take complete control of the match dissecting Strike. A big highlight is when Thunder has Strike in a leg lock and Panache hits a standing shooting star!)
OC: That was fancy!
CR: Panache has shown...well he has shown panache in his in-ring
(Thunder tries for a belly to back suplex and Strike flips backward out of it. He throws Thunder into the ropes and we have a double clothesline! Both men make tags and Spider comes in going crazy! Spinning lariat! Dropkick! Cross body! Spider slingshots into the ring with a senton on a fallen Panache and follows with a cover but Thunder breaks the count. Strike's back in but when he rushes at Thunder, the ropes get pulled down and Strike tumbles to the outside! Spider has Panache ready for a top rope hurricanrana but Thunder gets in underneath and powerbombs him. Spider is laying in the ring and Strike's back up on the outside but we notice Strike look on at the action and instead of jumping back in the ring, he opts to leave! This leaves Spider alone in the ring and Panaches stands on the ropes leaping off with the Shooting Star Leg Drop. He covers and the ref makes the three count!)
GC: Here are your winners, Michael Thunder and Sean Panache!
CR: Well the ORC get the win tonight but I'm shocked at Chris Strike. He could of intervened in that. He could of saved his partner! I feel like Strike and Spider-Bait were coming into tonight on the same page.
OC: I don't blame Strike. He and the itsy bitsy spider will be opposing one another in the SureShot. There are no friends when a world title match is at stake.
(Strike walks up the ramp ignoring everything. Spider rolls away leaving Panache and Thunder in the ring to celebrate their tag team victory.)Winners: Michael Thunder & Sean Panache
CR-Oscar, guess what time it is…
OC-Oh I know what time it is…I kept track this week and I know what comes after that tag team match…my arch nemesis…that dirty chair swinging bastard…
CR-That’s right, Ex is standing by in the back…I guess Skip has already been tossed aside…so lets just go to Ex in the back.
(Cameras cut to the back where Ex is standing there, smiling holding the mic close to his mouth…he can hear the fans react with cheers as his face shows up on the big screen…and he likes it. He has a moment of humbleness…then the egomaniacal smile shows before he starts off…)
Ex-Thank you Courtney, fuck you Oscar, and thank you to all these crazy fans in the house tonight.
(Cheap pop from the raucous crowd.)
Ex-Thank you…it really means a lot…but we must move on to the task at hand. In a few moments I will be walking out through the curtains and down to that ring to a wild ovation from my fans…yes in a few moments I will be coming down to that ring to face the one and only Damien Lester.
(Fans boo for Lester but the Ex chants start to drown the boo’s out.)
Ex-Damien Lester, the man who believes this match is pointless…the man who said the only reason he is showing up tonight is because he is contractually obligated to the company to be here…the man who would rather play house with Adrien here in the back than come out to that ring in a few minutes and face me…the man he says he beat bloody at All-In…a man who apparently can’t remember too much from that night because of said beating.
(Ex gets serious, baring down on the camera, getting in everyone’s face if he could.)
Ex-Do I look like I forgot about that night Damien?!
(Backing up again for production value)
Ex-Do I look like I forgot you taking a cheap shot at me because I clearly outsmarted you in that match? That was a pay per view where I embarrassed you right man? Not a wildcard, not a house show, not Oscar’s cheesy ass after party…no it was at All-In wasn’t it? Yet being embarrassed by me on such a huge stage wasn’t enough to motivate you for this match. Huh, it’s starting to seem like I was right all along…you’re not the Damien Lester that we loved to watch make us cringe…you sir are a pussy…and you know what we do with a pussy like you…we beat that pussy up.
(The fans loved it, even Courtney can be heard leaving out a chuckle at that comment…Oscar is silent)
Ex-So Damien you can take your lies and your bullshit about your quest to steal the show at the Clash by competing in a “hardcore” match with Specter…you can take your ladi-da fucking attitude about this match tonight…you can even take that false reality floating in your head that you were the last relevant hardcore champion…you can ball all that shit up together, shove it up that giant pussy of yours…and come on down to that ring so I can beat it all out of you…I hope you people are ready…because I’m ready to fight…and fighting is what I do best… I will see you all out there…and remember…VOTE FOR EX!
(Ex tosses the mic to the ground and storms off towards the ring…cameras cut back to the announce table.)
CR-Wow, Oscar it seems like Ex is ready to roll tonight…what do you think about our next matchup?
OC-I think Ex is lucky Damien Lester has turned into a spotlight whore and only cares about pay per view matches…because otherwise…
CR-But he is a spotlight whore, embarrassed by the fact he has fallen as far as he has while the two people he was on level ground with just a few months ago have risen all the way to the top of this business…
OC-I call bullshit…can we just watch and see what happens?
CR-Sure, why the heck not…
---COMMERCIAL---Extream vs. Damien Lester
GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada...Damien LESTER!!
by Porter Robinson (Knife Party Remix) 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 Hershey, Pennsylvania...EXTREAM!!
(The lights dim.....the crowd rumbles with anticipation.....Boom goes the pyro as "Fuck Authority" blares across the arena and the lights start to flicker. Extream hits the ramp, bursting with energy, and holding his chair. He stares into the crowd that start to chant his name, "Ex Ex Ex", soaking it all in for a moment.
Then with a flash he takes off for the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can on his way to the ring. As he gets to ringside he walks around the ring towards the announce table. He does one full lap before rolling into the ring and immediately climbing a turnbuckle holding his chair high above his head to the delight of the crowd. He drops back down to the mat, drops his chair outside the ring, makes a few remarks to the official before leaning in the corner.)
CR: This match was apparently made by the influence of the Global Champion to see Ex get dealt some punishment.
OC: And who better than one of the most punishing wrestlers in my time as a commentator. Damien Lester is going to torture Ex tonight!
(Ex wastes no time taking it to Lester with his vintage boxing punches but Lester shoves him off. Ex throws him into the ropes and Lester ducks a clothesline. Lester comes back with a big rush knocking Ex down. He throws Ex into the corner but Ex gets away from a body splash and then catches Lester when he turns with a belly to belly suplex. Cover and a kickout. Ex stays on the offensive for a little bit until a powerbomb attempt fails as Lester elbows and elbows him in the head until Ex falls. Lester gets up and hits the ropes and comes back with a running boot to the head while Ex was still seated. Lester drops onto Ex and just hits him in the head over and over and over again and then controls the next couple minutes of the match with a dragon sleeper.)
OC: I know Extream is big headed but he can only take so much punishment.
CR: This is exactly what Doug wanted to see. Damien is hardcore no matter what the match type is and although that can be Ex's fancy, he's taking a lot of punishment right now.
(After giving up on the sleeper, he attempts to put on a single leg boston crab but somehow Ex boots him away with the free leg before he's turned over. Lester runs right back at Ex who back body drops him. Then a clothesline! Then a big scooping slam that Ex follows with a pinning attempt and a two count. He pulls Lester up and tries to lock him in for a Too The Extreme but Lester back body drops him instead. Ex gets up and swings at Lester but he goes behind and locks Ex's arms to execute a dragon suplex! Ex looks beat. Damien thinks he has it when the crowd reacts to an appearance by Adrien Specter!)
OC: What's he doing here? If only he had mic we could know why!
CR: Damnit Oscar.
(Specter comes down to the ring and jumps on the apron just long enough to get Damien's attention. The hardcore champ jumps down when Lester rushes at him trying to strike. He turns around to see Ex back up and in a matter of seconds we get a boot to the gut and a Too The Extreme! Ex covers and gets the pin!)
GC: Here is your winner, Extream!!
CR: Momentum is on Ex's side! That's a huge win!
OC: Bah! Specter gifted him that win by distracting Lester.
(Ex gets up holding the back of his neck and raises his hand. He leaves the ring and smiles to the fans with his chair in hand. Meanwhile, outside the ring, Specter looks at Damien who is seething with anger in the ring after the hardcore champion's appearance.)Winner: Extream
(Skip Tripper is with David Cyclone backstage.)
ST: “I’m here with David Cyclone who at Cancun Clash will be in a triple threat match with Jacob Wright and the currently injured Paradox McSweeney for the Television Title... Now David, in the eyes of many, this is a step down for you after being the Global Champion less than six months ago. Why the desire for challenging for this title?”
Cyclone: “See Skippy, you call it a step down but there is a reason why you are a dogsbody and I am Mr Main Event. I mean look at everything I have done in my career. Not just the whole picture this time but in Sin City Wrestling alone. I have been to the top of nearly every tree and won everything... Except one title.”
ST: “The Te-”
Cyclone: “The Television Title... The chance for me to complete the Grand Slam. It is something I have craved, yearned for and desired and at Cancun Clash after I beat the nut-kicker and the invalid. I will go into the annals of SCW history as not only the greatest Global Champion in history but also as a Grand Slam Champion...”
(A slow round of applause starts behind him from one person and as the camera pulls out, we see that it is Jacob Wright. Cyclone glares at him as he saunters up to him and Skip.)
Wright: “Bravo Senor Cyclone, truly bravo. To hear such passion from somebody such as you... Wrestling’s very own magpie. Gravitating towards anything shiny and stopping at nothing to get it. You have to be applauded for your efforts but I have bad news for you Senor Cyclone.”
Cyclone: “Which is?”
Wright: “You have never been vying for one of your titles against Jacob... Wright.”
Cyclone: “Forgive me for not shaking in my boots Jakey boy but I have taken on men twice as big, twice as bad and twice as good as you. What difference are your going to make to proceedings?”
Wright: “It is quite simple Senor Cyclone... You and I have one fundamental difference. I am Jacob Wright... And you... Are not...”
Cyclone: “You son of a...”
(But Wright holds his hands out to Cyclone in offer of a handshake.)
Wright: “I am done here! Let us finish by saying may the best man win.”
(Cyclone looks down at the hand and smirks.)
Cyclone: “Do you think I am that stupid?”
Wright: “Maybe... But I also think you are a man of poor breeding. Good day to you sir... Mr Tripper.”
(Skip holds out his hand and shakes Jacob’s hand and drops to the ground as Wright boots him square in the nuts... Cyclone looks down at Tripper, shakes his head and turns away.)
---COMMERCIAL---Non-title: Doug E. Fresh vs. Sabra Nikolayev
(The lights in the arena go dark as the big screen flickers to life. Lightning dances on the screen, jumping from one rendered cloud to another as a storm rolls across. A final lightning strike and thunderclap shatters through the storm. Two strobes on either side of the ramp flare up and spin, then pyro explodes in a shower of silver sparks down from the bottom of the screen.“It's all around
getting stronger, coming closer
into my world”
“Stand My Ground” by Within Temptation cues up over the PA system. The two strobes fade out, and as the sparks from the pyro clear, Sabra steps out and pauses at the top of the ramp, throwing her arms to either side in a 'crucifix' type pose. Joining her onstage would be Gryphon, dressed in his leather jacket, black Affliction-style shirt and vibrant blue jeans, the strobes glinting off of his expensive rayskin boots. Dropping her hands, she starts down the ramp, Gryphon walking next to her with that methodical pace of his.)
GC: "Ladies and gentlemen the following non-title match is set for one fall, now coming to the ring from Flagstaff, Arizona, and weighing in tonight at 155 pounds... 'The Legacy of Violence', SABRA!" “I can feel
that it's time for me to face it
can I take it?”
(Ignoring the fans' hands on either side of the aisle, she continues to walk down toward the ring with a methodical economy of graceful strides. Moving to the steel steps, she ascends them slowly and pauses at the ringpost. Holding on to the top rope, she turns her head, looking out at the sea of people before walking the apron. As she does so, she makes sure to scan the crowd from right to left, as if daring any of the fans to respond negatively before stepping between the top and middle ropes. Gryphon watches her intently before moving around to 'their' side of the ring.“Stand my ground, I won't give in
No more denying, I gotta face it
Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside
If I don't make it, someone else will
Stand My Ground”
Making her way immediately for a corner and taking hold of the top rope, she ascends, facing the entrance ramp. Throwing her fists into the air she pauses as digital flashes erupt to capture the pose. Dropping down, she repeats the gesture on the opposite corner. Passing by the referee she moves to her corner and hoists herself up onto the top turnbuckle. Perched, the only protege of the Great American Nightmare waits for the match to start.)
GC: And now introducing her opponent, from New Dover, Ohio...he is the SCW 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 be
The 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.)
CR: The road to Cancun Clash is going to be tumultuous and Sabra is confident she's going to be a huge threat to the professor tonight!
OC: I can't believe after all this time you're still so faithless!
(At first Sabra can't figure him out. He blocks her chops and trips a kick attempt flipping into a jacknife pin that she kicks out of. When she gets up, Doug is ready with a dropkick that sends her back into the corner. She gets a shot off finally when Doug tries to bulldog her out of the corner as she shoves him off and connects with a running mafia kick. A rolling inverted neck snap follows and a quick pin that Doug kicks out of. Tide turns to Doug when Sabra attempts a short-arm clothesline but Doug pulls her off balance and does one of his own turning the smaller Sabra inside out! He drops an elbow and goes for a quick pin but as she kicks out, he puts her in a headlock. The next few sequences of the match all involve ground submission. The last being a boston crab which he keeps on for awhile until Sabra can reach the ropes.)
OC: Punish the non-believers! Glory be to Doug!
CR: Sabra's hanging on. The Global champ is having his way in this match but she absolutely will not quit!
(The turning point comes during an abdominal stretch! She manages to hip toss Doug over and although weary, when he comes back at her, Sabra drop toe hold's Doug throat first into the middle rope! She runs across the ring and dropkicks him in the back so he bounces off! Doug gets up and counters her irish whip but she ducks a lariat and goes behind him with a snapping neckbreaker! Sabra covers but he kicks out! She waits behind him and applies the chickenwing but he elbows her hard in the side of the head. He gets behind her and wants a full nelson but she arm drags him over. Doug gets up and absorbs a stiff kick right to the head! He melts to the mat and Sabra covers but still he kicks out! She pulls him to his feet and Doug he rakes Sabra in the eyes. She's turned around and Doug lifts her up in the reverse fireman's carry for a Revelation attempt. Sabra squirms and with Doug still a little woozy, she uses her momentum to bring Doug down turning it into a crucifix pin and he can't escape before the three!)
GC: Here is your winner, Sabra Nikolayev!!
CR: There is it! Big big win! Sabra just became the first to counter the revelation and beat the Global champion clean! Is this a sign of things to come for the professor!
OC: My faith isn't shaken. She got lucky. Doug will put her in her place when he defends the CWC tag titles that's for sure!
(Sabra rolls out of the ring and seems a little in shock with the victory. The crowd is flipping out! Doug sits up and asks the ref what happened before hitting the mat hard in frustration. Sabra celebrates the win walking up the ramp!)Winner: Sabra Nikolayev
(Lester looks enraged backstage as he looks around for Specter following him being cost his match earlier on. He sees what looks to be Specter from behind. Lester grabs the random man and throws him into the vending machine. The man slumps down and Lester realises his mistake... And keeps on beating on the man with bare knuckle shots to his forehead. From nowhere, Specter appears with a baseball bat in his hand and smacks it into the vending machine. The front shatters and covers them both in shards of glass as well as the unconscious man. Lester grabs Specter and throws him into the shattered remnants of the machine but Specter stops himself, grabs the edge of the machine and pulls it backwards.)
OC: “What the hell are they doing?“
(He dodges out of the way as does Lester as the machine falls onto the unconscious man! A scream can be heard as both men turn to each other and continue to brawl as medics try to get to the man. Lester staggers over to the bar and grabs a bottle of beer and cracks it over the head of Specter but looks disappointed as it’s plastic. He takes the neck of the bottle and jabs it into the eye of Specter before grabbing the head of the Hardcore champion and dropping him to the ground with a DDT! Lester howls in pain though as Specter has grabbed a shard of the glass and jabs it into the thigh of Lester! The two continue to brawl on the ground as dozens of security swarm the scene and are forced to use tazers on both men as we cut to ringside!)
CR: “They are completely out of control!”
OC: “I think they could have seriously injured that man!”
CR: “how much collateral damage will occur when those two clash at Cancun Clash?”
---COMMERCIAL---SureShot Qualifying Match: Jo McFarlane vs. Matt Matlock
GC: The following contest is the qualifier for the final spot in the SureShot ladder match! Introducing first, 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.)
GC: And her opponent, from New Waterford, Nova Scotia, Canada...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.)
CR: The coveted SureShot ladder match has one empty slot until this match concludes when one of these two will move on for a shot at greatness. Any insight Oscar?
OC: Jo's pretty good. I like Matlock though. Might be the hottest wrestler in SCW right now.
(A major size mismatch. Jo tries to shake him with kicks and even a stunning spinning back fist but eventually Matt takes advantage when he counters an irish whip throwing her into the ropes and then he comes crashing down onto her with a lou thesz. Matt stays in control for most of this contest showing off the difference in strength as he holds Jo up for a long time with a stalling suplex. He even hits a guillotine leg drop but with each powerful maneuver he executes, the following pin is broken when Jo manages to kick out! He's part angry and part toying with her when he hoists Jo to the top ropes. She is able to knock him off breaking his suplex attempt and shoving him down.)
CR: This is your chance Jo. Go high risk!
OC: When its the SureShot that matters, its all or nothing!
(He gets to his feet and she dives off hitting the missile dropkick and taking Matlock down! She covers but Matt kicks out. When he absorbs her strikes getting back up, Matt backs her into the corner again but she knees him hard in the head and then uses the ropes for a tornado DDT! Another cover and Matt kicks out! So close! She drags him near the ropes and goes to the apron. She's hesitant to go for Dead Devotion when he sits up so she springs in and leaps over Matt. She runs off the ropes but he catches her with a pendulum backbreaker! That one hit hard. Matt wastes no time picking her off the mat and finishing the match with the Animal Instinct!! He folds her over to pin and gets the three count!)
GC: Here is your winner, Matt Matlock!!
OC: Rising star! Matt's in contention for the SureShot now! Enjoy the consolation prize Jo.
CR: Jo will join those whose future as related to the tag team titles is uncertain. I can't take away from the Matlock victory.
(Middle fingers to the sky. Matlock acts the big winner tonight and points up above him as if there were a SureShot briefcase above and does a belt pose at his waist.)Winner: Matt Matlock
(There is a knock at M.D.K.’s door and we are greeted by Midas and Houston as they saunter into M.D.K.’s office and make themselves comfortable on the chairs as they put their feet on him desk. M.D.K. looks up from his book briefly.)
M.D.K.: “Three seconds... Two...”
(And with that, their feet were gone from the desk.)
M.D.K.: “How can I help you gentlemen?”
Midas: “Did you see us tonight?”
M.D.K.: “I certainly did. Impressive stuff boys.”
Midas: “That’s good because we have a request.”
M.D.K.: “Go on.”
Houston: “The tag match at Cancun Clash...”
Midas: “We want in.”
M.D.K.: “You know what? You got it.”
(They look at each other and smile at how easy that was.)
M.D.K.: “You realise that it is random partners though right?”
Midas: “Yeah... About that...”
Houston: “We don’t play well with others...”
M.D.K.: “No dice then gentlemen! I’m sorry.”
Midas: “Oh come on man, you know that Midas and Houston in that match equals ratings...”
Houston: “And besides, I think it will be healthy for the competition to have a real team competing.”
M.D.K.: “What other than the hand-picked team that I am putting in there?”
Houston: “Another team? Who are they?”
M.D.K.: “If I put you in the match will you stop asking?”
M.D.K.: “Fine... You are in but I can call on you for one favour at any time I see fit.”
Houston: “With pleasure boss...”
(They all smirk as we cut to ringside.)
CR: “Houston and Midas making a deal with the devil there!”
OC: “A move like that increases your potential in SCW by 100%... Fact.”
CR-Main event time Oscar…
OC-Good, you know I really enjoy Shelbi’s aura…her…
CR-Yeah we all know what her “aura” is Oscar…
OC-Hey, she is going to be sin city after she wins that title in Cancun, not to mention what a win here tonight would have to do for her confidence.
CR-And what about Doug, or even Extream?
OC-What about Extream?!
(The light go out the moment Oscar mutters the words, the words “Vote Ex” pop up on the big screen and Oscar lets out a…)
(They cut Oscar’s mic just before the word comes completely out of his mouth and at that moment Ex pops out from the back, the fan stand to their feet cheering him on as he makes his way down to the ring. He has his chair in his hand as always, tossing it into the ring before rolling in after it…he calls for a mic and waits for the crowd to calm down…as they do)
Ex-So Shelbi gets rewarded for her running scared from a match by being handed another match with Insomnia in tonight’s Main Event…anyone else see what’s wrong with this picture?
(Ex looks over to Oscar who is scream obscenities at him.)
Ex-I’m sorry Oscar, were you expecting something else? Because if you don’t sit down and shut up I am going to come over there…and so help me...
(The fans love it, Oscar does not, sitting back down in his chair throwing his headset back on saying something to Courtney before Ex can go back on.)
Ex-No folks I got punished while Shelbi got rewarded…I beat her team and she gets to headline tonights show…and yes Lester every Wildcard is a big fucking deal.
(Ex starts to pace around the ring, stopping in the corner staring into a camera.)
Ex-No, for me every show is a big show…I won’t come out here half assed like some of my colleagues on any night. Look Shelbi, I am not out here to talk shit on Lester, hell I’m not even out here to talk shit on you. I came out here tonight to get a front row seat to watch some of my competition...nothing else…and that’s just what I intend on doing.
(Oscar stands back up and starts yelling at Ex again…)
Ex-That’s it…I’m coming down there.
(Ex drops the mic, picking up his chair and rolling out of the ring walking straight for Oscar. Oscar throws his hands up begging for mercy…Ex reaches out…and grabs a headset putting it on…)
Ex-Sit down Oscar…
CR-Nice to have you Ex, you need a chair?
Ex-No, of course not, I brought my own.
(Ex shoves Oscar into his seat and whacks him hard across the back and then looks to the ring with everyone else for this to kick off.)Main Event: Shelbi Lynn vs. Insomnia
GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, from Manchester, New Hampshire...Shelbi LYNN!!
(As the intro to "I Am Legend - Out For Blood" By Arch Enemy
begins to play, white pyro begins to splash up out from the side of the entrance ramp. Amazon flashes on the SinTron to the strumming of the guitar, flashing highlights of Shelbi Lynn dominating opponents, and out from behind the curtain Shelbi emerges.
Walking down the ramp to the marching beat, she headbangs her way to the ring with arms stretched out to either side, her hair flying back in forth in a flurry as she slaps hands with fans. She slides into the ring as a multicolored light show flashes in the ring. Raising her hands up quickly white pyro erupts from the ring posts as the music cuts out. The Amazon has arrived.)
GC: And her opponent, from Bournemouth, England...INSOMNIA!!
(The lights around the arena dim as it falls silent 'fore a lone pin drops, a pane of glass shatters and the PA system explodes into growling guitar riffs, drums, bass and vocals of the Mnemic's "Pigfuck."
Orange, blue, green, red and purple spot lights scope around the entrance way as flanked by Gayle, a hooded Insomnia strides through the curtain and onto the ramp, clenching his fists tightly and letting out a bestial roar to a rousing tsunami wave of cheers, applause and anticipation.
The fans jump about aggressively and smash into each other, mosh pits forming as he pauses atop he ramp with the lighting lending a sickly tone to his scarred and bare torso. He flicks back the hood, surveying the audience with his deep-socketed eyes, taking in the atmosphere as the fans jump about and mosh amongst themselves, Gayle offering up a twirl and a shake of her curvaceous arse as they stride on down the walkway confidently and into the heart of the sea of inevitable violence and bloodshed that awaits them.
At the foot of the steps, Gayle takes her position at ringside shaking her hips as she does. Insomnia removing his hooded jacket and throwing it to Gayle before he then skips up the apron, through the ropes and drops to his knees, cupping his hands to his head dramatically before letting out another rage-filled scream and unleashing a leaping Static Lullaby-to thin air as the music cuts.)
CR: SCW keeps giving us five star main events as Insomnia is about to face Shelbi. With Cancun only in a couple of weeks, both superstars could use some big momentum.
OC: Som is Som but Shelbi is at her best in big matches. Should be pretty good.
EX: So is she Shelbi Lynn? Shelbi Lynn Carter? Perhaps just Lynn Carter? I wanna get it right in my promos.
OC: She's gonna be someone who beats you up good.
EX: As if!
(Som feints the tie-up going behind Shelbi and immediately attempting the grope-plex which it was rumored he wanted to do all week. She gets infuriated at the grab and backs Som up into the corner. She takes a few steps back to rush in but Som sidesteps it so she hits the corner. She turns around and Som's already running in knees first catching Shelbi and tossing her high up into the air with a monkey flip! Shelbi crashes hard tailbone first and Som follows immediately with snapmare like cutter!)
CR: Insomnia finds a way to take maneuvers and combo them into devastating sequences.
EX: So what! Does he think this is a video game?
OC: He does have a dragon uppercut in his arsenal.
(High impact counter when Som pulls her up, she stuns him with a jawbreaker and then leaps for a hurricanrana that throws Som through the ropes and out of the ring!)
EX: C-C-C-C-Combo breaker!
(Shelbi's thinking about flipping out of the ring but she lands on her feet noticing Som's sliding back in. So she gets back up on the apron but Som decks her with a roaring elbow and she falls back to the outside! Som then runs across the ring and Som-Err-Sault plancha! The momentum carries through and Som hits the guard rail!
It takes a bit for both to recover and Shelbi gets in the ring first to break a countout by the ref and as Som is up on the apron, she bell claps him and then suplexes him back into the ring. Pinfall attempt and a kickout!)
OC: So Ex, you're probably upset that Insomnia was added to the main event of Cancun Clash.
EX: Sure am! Its just more obstacles delaying the inevitable when I beat Doug and all of them to become Global Champion!
CR: You won't have to beat Doug. Any superstar can pin any superstar to win the match!
EX: Yea but come on guys! Anyone but Doug in this case doesn't apply. Beating Doug is the best way to do it.
(The match continues with a lot of back and forth. Some highlights include Som missing a dragon uppercut and Shelbi giving him a taste of his own medicine with a german suplex. Later on Shelbi runs off the ropes and gets caught by Som who carries her over to the corner hanging her into the tree of woe. A double footed facewash followed that. A huge turn is when Som gets big air with a springboard elbow drop but Shelbi rolls and it misses. When Som staggers up, Shelbi hits the Superkick and gets the closest near fall of the match!)
CR: This action has been great! They're both really bringing the top effort all with the purpose to obtain momentum for Cancun Clash.
EX: I rate this match a 9 out of 10.
OC: Only a 9?
EX: Well I'm not in it. That would of course make it a ten silly.
(Shelbi continued to work on Insomnia until a hurricanrana turns into getting powerbombed by Som into the top turnbuckle. Som then hits the ropes and connects with Shelbi as shes bouncing out of the corner and nails a Static Lullaby. She falls near the corner and Som gets to the turnbuckle and completes a split leg moonsault! A cover and a kickout!!)
CR: One of our finest main events in quite some time Oscar.
(Som is energized and ready in the corner for the Yakuza. He lunges but Shelbi dodges it. Som hits the mat hard. He gets up and Shelbi drags him in for an Ultraviolent attempt. Som throws her over his back. She tumbles to the corner. He runs in with a big knee! He hoists her up to the turnbuckle and hooks an arm. Shelbi struggles only a little. And they fly off back into the ring as Som executes the Superplex!! They're both out and Som tries to roll over to cover but Shelbi does so at the same time and they end up locking each other into a package pin. The ref is unsure what to do as both have their shoulders down so he counts to three with both hands!!)
CR: What is this?!
OC: I think Insomnia won. Maybe Shelbi?
EX: If they're both beat up then I'm a winner!
OC: But so is Doug then.
EX: Damn. Someone figure out who won!
(The ref consults with the timekeeper in the corner. Both Som and Shelbi are sitting up looking at him.)
GC: The referee has decided that since both superstars' shoulders were down for the three count, the result of this match is a draw!
EX & OC: A DRAW? AWWW!
CR: Tonight, they were just to evenly matched!Winner: Draw
(While they're both arguing with the ref, the crowd boos as the Global Champion has come to pick his spot. He slides in the ring and clubs Som from behind knocking him into the referee and then decks Shelbi.)
EX: That's my cue!
OC: Wait where are you going!
(Ex leaps from the announce table and slides into the ring to tackle Doug! It turns into a brawl between all four of them. They each do take their turns getting a shot in on Doug but he is able to lead Som and Ex into colliding into one another. Shelbi swings at Doug but misses and he lands an A+ that sends Shelbi back into the corner!
Ex gets up and meets Doug with a boot to the gut and follows it with a Too The Extreme!!
But there's no time to celebrate as he gets blindsided by a YAKUZA!!)
CR: This is out of control!
(Som seems to be the victor of the brawl until Shelbi stumbles out of the corner and picks Som up into the BURNING BODIES!! After all the carnage, Doug has rolled out of the ring, Ex sits in the corner holding his jaw, Som rolls over and Shelbi tumbles against the ropes not exactly looking like the victor.)
CR: We're out of time! Is this what Cancun Clash is going to be like? Oh my goodness!!
OC: And we get Dorling and Doug one on one next week!
(The show ends tonight on the Cancun Clash logo!)