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Pyros explode and multi coloured confetti shoots into the air as Ocean Colour Scene’s ‘Hundred Mile High City’ fills the arena, mixing with the delirious cheers of the crowd to result in a truly fierce noise.

The camera pans around the building to reveal the Sureshot ladder set on display and numerous posters and wall hangings promoting the matches announced for Cancun Clash including Dorling v Belmont for the United Title, Specter v Lester for the Hardcore Title and of course the epic Main Event. The crowd have added to the occasion with their usual display of signs such as ‘Shel-Be Global Champion soon enough,’ ‘Hey Midas, touch this!’ ‘Nobody told me I had to pay for this seat,’ ‘SCW > Everyone,’ ‘Sabracadabra,’ ‘Wolf is sure worth a shot’ and ‘Doug trim your beard.’

The cameras scan yet more of the audience before settling on our world famous commentary team of Courtney Reynolds and Oscar Cruz.

CR: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Wednesday night and it’s time for SCW Wildcard!

OC: I am Oscar Cruz and just yesterday I was given a passport so the tour is now officially on!

CR: You didn’t have passport?

OC: Oh I did, but I had it taken away a few years ago for…administrative reasons.

CR: Of course…anyway, it’s time for Wildcard and, as ever, we have one hell of a show lined up.

OC: Hell yeah, do we do it any other way?

CR: For once I have to agree with your sentiment Oscar. Tonight sees the debut of James Porter, taking on Wesley Dyer who had his chance of a SureShot appearance hijacked by an angry Wolf.

OC: It doesn’t bode well for Dyer that a decrepit old fool like Wolf can take him out so easily, perhaps he can sort himself out tonight.

CR: Perhaps he can. Tonight we also see the debut of JT Midas and Caleb Houston as a tag team, taking on Nobody and Grocery Boy. JT Midas has certainly seemed very confident so far, but will be hurting after his loss to Nobody last week.

OC: Maybe he should save his promos for after the match!

CR: Our crotch kicking expert Jacob Wright is also in action tonight, taking on Chris Mosh.

OC: Mish Mosh?

CR: While United Champion Jeremiah Belmont takes on The Wolf in non title action.

OC: That’s the best kind of action for the Wolf, he needs a hip replacement before he can carry any weight around his waste!

CR: Chris Strike is teamed with fellow SureShot entrant Spider Bait this week as they take on the ORC team of Michael Thunder and Sean Panache…

OC: …you can’t beat the ORC!

CR: …while Extream takes on the monster Damien Lester in what should surely be a bruising encounter.

OC: As long as Lester can avoid being talked to death he has all of the tools to inflict some serious pain on the man who gets a Global Title Shot at Cancun Clash.

CR: Doug E Fresh returns to SCW action tonight…

OC: About time too!

CR: …as he takes on the Queen of Sin Sabra Nikolayev.

OC: Good luck with that!

CR: Our penultimate match is a SureShot qualifier between Jo McFarlane and Matt Mattlock, who has been on a serious roll lately.

OC: I’m not sure that he can defeat that little psycho though…

CR: We’ll find out soon enough! And shortly after that we get a blockbuster main event in which Shelbi Lynn takes on Insomnia!

OC: Enough of this STD crap – Shelbi is the woman to sort it all out!

CR: Quite possibly Oscar, quite possibly.

OC: Quite possibly? Enough of this conjecture and mandatory hype, let’s get this fucking show underway!


(SuperCharger Heaven hit’s the speakers and the crowd pop as Wolf appears. He hi fives fans all the way down to the ring.)

CR: “It’s been a long time but Wolf is kicking off proceedings!”

OC: “I believe the last time this happened, Anne Frank was still hiding, Doug E Fresh was clean shaven and Ryan Ruckus was over!”

CR: “I doubt it was THAT long ago.”

(Wolf slides into the ring and the fans go crazy. He milks the praise before taking to the microphone.)

Wolf: “You know, it’s been a while so go easy...”

(A Wolf chant rises up and the grizzled veteran smiles.)

Wolf: “For years I have stood and watched good men come and go, I’ve watched stars rise and I’ve watched the hyped up kids try and cut their teeth and end up losing them courtesy of a true Sinner.”

(The fans pop as he paces the ring.)

Wolf: “And now as we head into what is one of the biggest events in the SCW calendar and with me back in action, I find myself in a match that I have had glory in before. The SureShot ladder match. Where stars are made in one match alone. Where a career is made and broken in the blink of an eye and where you can be made to be hero in the eyes of everyone. I know because I have been a winner there before.”

“And now SureShot this year has the hardest of the hard this year. From high-fliers to veterans of two decades, I see so many new faces that Wolfy was starting to think he was in a new company!”

(He laughs, scratches his chin and shakes his head.)

Wolf: “But it doesn’t matter if you are established, a rookie or a devil may care son of a gun because Wolf is back and the SureShot match... Is Wolf’s playground. It is Wolf’s briefcase... You kids just don’t know it yet.”

(The crowd pop but it is interrupted by ‘YOU’VE BEEN THUNDERSTRUCK!’ The crowd boo as Michael Thunder steps out onto the ramp flanked by Panache, Nickles and Rampage. He has a microphone in his hand.)

Thunder: “I take it that you didn’t get the memo Wolf. The thing is, the landscape has changed while you have gathered dust on the shelf. SCW isn’t the land of the sympathy title reigns or the world where if you stick around long enough, you get it all handed to you on a plate.”

(Thunder walks towards the ring as the other three hang back. He climbs into the ring and circles a wary Wolf.)

Thunder: “We are in a world where Danny gives to those who are most deserving. It is an era that many had long forgotten and most importantly it is a world where men like you flounder and men like me... Flourish.”

(The crowd boo.)

Thunder: “SureShot is the first of many steps to the greatest success in Sin City Wrestling Wolf. Your moment in the sun has passed you by and you did nothing with it. This is the era of the ORC now Wolfy.”

(God of Thunder plays and Chris Strike is on the ramp with a mic in his hand. The rest of the ORC part the way as he swaggers down to the ring.)

Strike: “Is it me or did the senior citizens get lost on their way to their seats?”

(He joins Thunder and Wolf in the ring.)

Strike: “The trouble with both of you talking about your time in the sun means I can’t help but thinking that both of you would be better in a retirement complex in Florida I mean look at you both! Grumbling away about the weather and biscuits and gravy in between actually thinking that either of you have a hope in hell when there is one winning factor in the SureShot match... Chris Strike.”

(Hallucinogen plays and Spider Bait appears via the crowd with a mic in his hand.)

CR: “Bait as unorthodox as ever.”

(Spider Bait looks to Strike and nods.)

Spider-Bait: “Hey partner. Nice to see tagging with me gives you the confidence to do anything.”

Strike: “Well aren’t you just everybody’s favourite sanitary pad?”

Spider-Bait: “Keep jacking your jaw Chris. Thunder and Wolf can as well because there is one thing every fan and every veteran of this match knows you need to be something in this match and that is speed. I am the fastest son of a bitch in SCW and for you to beat me and with that SureShot... You are gonna have to catch me first...”

(Stand My Ground plays and Sabra surges down to the ring.)

Sabra: “Little boys always so sure of themselves and trying to have the khui waving contest but you seem to forget the Queen of Sin is in the SureShot and will be taking one more step towards immortality and there is nothing that any of you insects can do.”

(RockStar and Born With Nothing and Die With Everything play in turn and Jo McFarlane and Matt Matlock step onto the ramp. They glare at each other as the five in the ring square up to each other. The crowd are on their feet as we cut to a commercial...)

---COMMERCIAL---

James Porter vs. Wesley Dyer

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from London, England...Wesley DYER!!

(Helter Skelter blares out of the PA system. As the last line of the intro airs "Till I get to the bottom and see you again" Wesley walks out of the curtain with his arms stretch outed. He mouths "lets fuckin' ave it" as he stares down the ramp. He walks down the ramp and shakes a few hands of the fans before sliding into the ring. He fists pumps into the air shouting things not hearable because of the music before jumping up on the far left corner, straight to the second turnbuckle. He shouts " Let's ave it" to the fans once before jumping down and walking to the centre of the ring.)

GC: And his opponent debuting tonight in SCW, from Toronto, Canada...James PORTER!!

(The lights fade to complete darkness. The crowd waits in anticipation. "Bad Company" by Bad Company starts to quietly play. The lights turn to a blue hue and the crowd reacts with both cheers and boo's. The jumbotron above the entrance ramp begins showing footage of hectic riots, a variety of protests and street fights flash quickly on the big screen.

Smoke begins to take over the top of the ramp until James Porter emerges. His hands clenched at his sides. Porter's holds his head down, and his wet hair hangs down covering his face. The music begins to pick up and once it reaches it's peak volume...James raises his head and starts to run towards the ring. He makes no interaction with the fans and slides under the bottom rope.

He runs around the ring, bouncing off each side of the ropes and adjusting the tape on his wrists. Porter climbs to the top of each turnbuckle and raises both arms in the air, he performs his signature taunt; extending his middle fingers outwards a la The Rattlesnake.

Signs and t-shirts reading "The Superstar" are scattered throughout the crowd, most children in the crowd shower him with boo's and a thumbs down while younger adults show him support. He smirks, and lowers his arms before jumping backwards off the last turnbuckle. He hops around inside the ring.)

CR: James Porter debuts tonight and could capitalize on a down on his luck Wesley Dyer.

OC: Down on his luck? He didn't even get to wrestle last week!

(Fast pace to start the match. Porter ducks a clothesline and off the ropes he connects with a falling dropkick. Wes gets up and is met with a fury of lefts and rights that knock him through the ropes and outside! Then Porter runs and goes through the ropes diving at Wes on the outside! Both men get up and Porter throws Wes into the ring but is met with resistance upon entering as Wes takes over dragging Porter head first through the ropes and does a bulldog. Wes works a technical game for a couple minutes keeping Porter grounded with submission holds after a standing vertical suplex.)

CR: James Porter has been pretty impressive so far.

OC: Until Wes slowed him down.

CR: The crowd is always delighted by a fast and high risk game plan.

(Porter is working on getting up out of a Wes headlock. He's up and throws Wes into the ropes. Leap frog by Porter. He ducks but Wes boots him. He drags him to try and suplex him over the ropes but Porter lands on his feet on the apron and stuns Wes with a forearm. Porter then hits a springboard hurricanrana! This throws Wes near the ropes and Porter pulls him up to do a short DDT planting Wes exactly where he wants him. He rolls Wes over onto his back and ascends the nearby turnbuckle to hit a perfect moonsault! He calls that Flightrisk and he stays on top of Wes to cover and score the victory!)

GC: Here is your winner, James Porter!!

OC: Eh. Not bad.

CR: Excellent debut for James Porter. I for one really enjoyed that moonsault. It's an art not often used by a lot of wrestlers these days who prefer the flashier finish from the top.

(The ref raises Porter's hand and he climbs the turnbuckle but just stands and looks out to the crowd not sure if he should pose or not still being fairly new to the wrestling scene.)

Winner: James Porter

---COMMERCIAL---

(Sabra Nikolayev stands backstage talking to Gryphon with a smirk on her face as Sean Panache walks past. Sabra laughs to Gryphon as Panache walks past. Panache stops and takes a deep breath before turning around and facing the pair.)

Panache: “So, you two seem to be having a laugh. Do you care to share with the rest of the class?”

(Sabra looks Panache up and down and laughs before replying.)

Sabra: “Oh... Nothing that somebody like you would be able to understand.”

Panache: “Oh really? Try me...”

Sabra: “I was simply saying to my esteemed friend here whether your grandfather is truly ready for a match against somebody of my standard and calibre at Cancun Clash let alone one that requires a athlete to be at the very top of their physical shape.”

Panache: “Grandfather?”

Sabra: “Father then...”

Panache: “He’s just an associate... One who I have the honour of being able to stand shoulder to shoulder with I the ring as we look down upon ordinary people like you.”

Sabra: “Ordinary... People? Do you have any idea who I am?”

(Sean walks towards them. Gryphon stands up straight but Sabra holds up a hand and smiles.)

Panache: “Somebody who is rapidly making a powerful enemy in the shape of the ORC.”

Sabra: “How so.”

Panache: “Calling out Georgie Nickels? Mocking Michael Thunder and right now... Mocking me.”

(Sabra laughs.)

Sabra: “Oh darling, you have to be somebody of worth before I mock you... Now run along insect before you give me a reason to make a real enemy of you...”

(They stare at each other for a few moments before Panache smirks, waves a finger at Sabra and backs off down the corridor as we cut to ringside.)

CR: “Tension with Sabra and Panache there!”

OC: “Sabra really needs to watch herself if she is going to kick an ORC shapes hornets nest.”

---COMMERCIAL---

JT Midas & Caleb Houston vs. Nobody & Grocery Boy

GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from somewhere...NOBODY!!

(Nobody comes out to his music, pauses and rubs his hands together and looks around. Slowly walking to the ring he will climb in and take a corner opposite his opponent if they are already there, or he will take a corner farthest from the entrance ramp and wait. he doesnt talk much, he just gets ready to explode and try to put his opponent down.)

GC: And his tag team partner, from aisle seven of your 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.)

OC: Interesting pairing. Two nobodies! HA! I crack myself up!

CR: Nobody's looking for a bit of revenge against the two about to come to the ring.

GC: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 415lbs....JT MIDAS and Caleb HOUSTON!!

(Their music hits the system and we get a long look for the first time at Caleb Houston who along with JT Midas make their way to the ring. They've garnered some boos from the past couple weeks as they enter the ring and pose on opposite turnbuckles.)

OC: These two are gonna bring back real tag team wrestling to SCW.

CR: I'm very interested in seeing what they have to offer as a team as well as individual wrestlers but tonight they will be challenged.

(Nobody starts the match with a fury of blows at JT Midas hoping to exact a little bit of revenge from last week. JT tries to get away but Nobody drops him with a double leg takedown and more punches. He drags him to his corner and tags in Grocery Boy who springs into action over the ropes and slams JT's head into the mat. GB does a couple of quick moves and also attempts a school boy rollup for a near fall before JT trips him with a drop toe hold into the ropes. He dives and tags Caleb. Caleb drags GB up and hits him twice, then does a spinning back fist, and clocks him so hard that the bag over GB's head almost rips. With Nobody helplessly looking on, JT and Caleb spend a good five minutes of this match making quick tags and isolating GB from his teammate. JT tends to hit harder while Caleb works a good submission game.)

OC: I have to say that Caleb and JT make quite the good tag team. They're executing a solid game plan.

CR: These two came in together and so its expected of them to show a bit better teamwork than what we're used to seeing in SCW. Lets see now if Grocery Boy has a chance to escape this and tag his partner.

(At one point, JT hoists GB onto the ropes and perhaps was thinking a superplex but GB fights him off knocking him from the ropes and then hitting a missile dropkick! This leaves JT down long enough so that when he tags Caleb, GB gets the hot tag to Nobody! Nobody hits Caleb, kicks Caleb, elbows Caleb, and then takes him down hard! JT tries to drag him off but he kicks JT back and he incidentally bumps GB off of the apron and to the floor! This proves troublesome for Nobody as he has Houston locked in the Forgotten Times and JT breaks it up booting him in the head. Its two on one with GB down outside and Caleb grabs him from behind in the sleeper. JT gets a standing stiff kick to the head right before Caleb lifts him back with the Equalizer! GB gets back in the ring but Midas holds him back while Caleb covers for the three.)

GC: Here are your winners, JT Midas and Caleb Houston!!

OC: See that Courtney, thats how you do it!

CR: I feel for Nobody. He wasn't able to get the best of Midas and Houston with Grocery Boy at his side. The tag team of Midas and Houston get their first SCW win together.

(Midas and Houston drop out of the ring together after the victory raising each others hands instead of letting the ref do it as the fans do a little booing at them. GB checks on Nobody in the ring.)

Winners: JT Midas and Caleb Houston

---COMMERCIAL---

(The cameras switch backstage as a shadow is cast on the locker belonging to none other than the Smartest Man in Professional Wrestling – Doug E. Fresh. A quick sweep of the camera spots the hype posters for Cancun Clash on one side and for this Wildcard on the other. Featured on this one was the match between Doug and Sabra Nikolayev, the pair facing off over the Sin City logo superimposed over an artfully faded image of the Luxor. A feminine hand is seen as a sudden sharp rap is delivered to the door, and from inside comes that familiar voice.)

Doug: Who …

(But before it's clear whether the sentence is supposed to be a rejection or invitation the door was swung wide.)

OC: Who would dare open that door without his permission!

CR: Apparently she would!

(As the camera from inside the locker pans out, framed in the doorway dressed in her black, silver, and blue ring gear is the Queen of Sin herself, Sabra! The crowd reacts, a bit more positively than usual considering who she is standing across from. Doug is likely wearing his own ring gear under that ubiquitous robe and hood, the hood shadowing his face so that only his bearded chin is showing. Sabra crosses the room to stand in front of Doug, found relaxed in a seated position on the locker bench and who barely shows any physical reaction other than a slight tightening of his shoulders and a tip of his head up. A twitch at the corners of Sabra's full lips shows how amused she is by something, her version of a smile as she speaks.)

Sabra: I saw what you did, Fresh. But I understand why you did it. It was fair revenge taken for a turn on you during that tag match, at least … that is what I see. That is not why I am here.

(A slight pause.)

Sabra: I want to thank you and Som, both. I highly enjoyed what you two did to Level-One. I am pleased that you both avenged me.

Doug: For you? (a smile creeps onto his face) Illusions of grandeur ring a bell?

Sabra: I suppose though it does not matter if you did it for me or not, allow the Queen her illusions, yes?

(The professor stands up and takes a walk around Sabra.)

Doug: Insomnia...he only does things for himself. I am a man who wants to change the way the world thinks. Feel free to act convinced at any time.

OC: Thank Doug … I thought for sure she was in there to take him out before the match.

CR: You're hallucinating as usual. Thank Doug. Do you ever listen to yourself speak?

(Sabra turns to go, a tiny little smile coming to her lips … then with that speed of hers she whirls and moves, a step putting her right in Doug's 'personal space'. Close enough that he can tell that she wears an expensive and subtle European perfume. Tall for a woman, Doug only had three inches on her so she was easily able to look him in the eyes when her hand swept back his hood.)

Sabra: I will see you in that ring, Fresh. Believe me when I tell you this, that you will understand the Litany of Violence when we are done … so teach me about your Faith. We will amaze these insects, that can only watch in awe at what we can do.

Doug: My door is open anytime you wish to discuss faith sister.

(A twitch of her lips, and then a wink as she stepped away from Doug and turned to leave … trusting him with her back as she walked out of his locker, leaving him with a slightly bemused but very calculating expression on his face.)

OC: The Queen of Sin!

CR: Wait I thought you were supporting Doug?

OC: I appreciate a hot piece of …

CR: You are a reprehensible slime, Cruz.

(Sabra walks down the hallway when a man with a microphone stops her.)

Scott: Hello Sabra. I'm Scott Bank, SCW's newest interviewer. I was working for the VWF last week but they treated me kinda harshly and I heard SCW was quite fair to...

(Before he can get another word out, Sabra roundhouse kicks him. His head slams against the wall and Sabra speaks softly as she walks away.)

Sabra: Fuck you Scott.

---COMMERCIAL---

Jacob Wright vs. Chris Mosh

GC: 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 Long Island, New York...Chris MOSH!!

(Chris Mosh walks out after few mintues and stand at the top of the ramp showing off his body smirking then walks down the ramp winking at the cute girls at ring side. He goes and stops at the bottom of the steps and looks around before walking up the steps. He jumps over the ropes and spins around in the ring showing off his body. Then the cameras zoom in on him smirking and then he winks.)

CR: Two men on their way to title shots in different ways. Jacob Wright is prepping for a TV title match while Mosh lost out on the SureShot but gets entered into the tag team fray.

OC: Cancun Clash is gonna be pretty wild. Who's gonna win along the way?

(Mosh throws a superkick right at Jacob perhaps thinking a quick finish but he ducks it and when Mosh turns around, he's met with a slap, a backhand, and then a stomp on the foot! Jacob bounces off the ropes but Mosh uses the same foot he stomped on give Jacob a big boot! Mosh chokes Wright on the mat until the ref counts to four and then continues his assault. Its all Mosh for a few minutes of this match as he keeps Jacob down. One point we see a sharpshooter by Mosh and when Jacob gets to the ropes, he holds it on until another four count from the ref.)

CR: Mosh is really playing dirty tonight pushing the limits of what our officials will allow.

OC: Good for him! If you're not cheating, you're not trying!

(Mosh throws Jacob into the corner and runs in for a clothesline but Jacob gets out of the way. He then does an ATCHOO! right in Mosh's face when he turns around. Jacob uses the moment to back up a few steps and run to land a big corner splash on Mosh! With Mosh's back turned, he does it again this time modifying after the splash into a corner codebreaker! Jacob coves but gets a two. He pulls Mosh up and wedgies him before hitting a gutwrench! With Mosh getting to one knee, Jacob hits the Wright place taking the other knee out. When he goes for the Wright time, Mosh ducks the kick and drags him down for a near fall. They both get up. Mosh with a boot to the gut and then he tries to hook him for the fisherman's but Jacob turns it into a small package for the three count!)

GC: Here is your winner, Jacob Wright!!

CR: Excellent finish and a good win for Wright! I hope Paradox noticed that Wright can take the TV title without knocking him out!

OC: Bah. He got lucky. Paradox has nothing to sweat.

(Jacob celebrates and falls out of the ring to avoid a post match attack from an angry Mosh. He leans over the ropes in frustration as the Spaniard backs up the ramp with an arm raised in victory.)

Winner: Jacob Wright

---COMMERCIAL---

(Adrien Specter is backstage with his brother Richard as they smile and sign to each other in an animated fashion. Suddenly a roadie careers into the pair of them. Specter lifts up the roadie who is bleeding profusely. Stapled to his chest is a piece of paper that reads, ‘open up’. Adrien rips open the roadies shirt and carved into his chest the word ‘Hardcore’ with an arrow pointing up. Adrien looks stunned as the roadie appears to pass out and Richard helps the roadie to a chair. Adrien looks furious and goes to walk off but Richard grabs his arm.)

RS: “Adrien... Don’t take the bait.”

(Adrien fixes Richard a steely glare before pulling away and storming off down the corridor.)

OC: “Adrien has fucked with the wrong psycho!”

CR: “Somebody get a medic!”

OC: “Adrien is looking for Damien now and it is going to end in a messy manner no doubt!”

---COMMERCIAL---

Non-title: Jeremiah Belmont vs. Wolf

GC: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Metro City...WOLF!!

("Supercharger Heaven" starts up as the arena goes black except for a single spotlight that is focused on the entrance at the top of the ramp. As the Vocals kick in, The Wolf runs out from the back and spins around in a giant circle at the top of the ramp. after a couple of ties around the ramp, The Wolf runs down the asile and slides into the ring, raising his arms in the air while still on his knees while pyro explodes from all four turnbuckles.)

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.)

OC: Kinda appreciate what Wolf did last week. He will not be ignored and he got himself back into the SureShot!

CR: How about he does something impressive like win this match? And that's going to be a difficult task when its against a man like Jeremiah Belmont!

(Wolf and Jer meet in the ring and Wolf starts it with forearms and closed fists. Jer throws him into the ropes. He catches him in the choke but Wolf breaks his grip and arm drags him over. They get up and Wolf throws Jer into the corner. Spear attempt but Jer sidesteps and throws Wolf into the steel ringpost. He pulls Wolf out by the waist and german suplex with a bridge gets a two. There continues a good back and forth with Jer having the edge a lot of it after the momentum crushing steel ringpost. Though Wolf was suffering a physical assualt by Jer, He sits up and rolls away to dodge a face wash and Jer goes halfway out of the ring.)

CR: Not surprised one bit by the physicality shown by these two competitors.

OC: Wolfie's looking like the old Wolf again.

(With Jer tangled in the ropes, Wolf drops to his knees and just starts unloading headbutt after headbutt after headbutt over and over until Jer comes loose. Wolf drags him in for a pin but gets a two count. Wolf picks him up and tries a vertical but Jer goes behind. Jer tries belly to back but Wolf turns it into a bulldog! Another near fall. Wolf sends Jer into the ropes and tries a spinebuster but Jer modifies it mid-move into a DDT! Jer covers but Wolf kicks out. Wolf ducks a running big boot and hits his spinebuster this time. Wolf goes high risk thinking Outcast by Air. He sees Jer move and so flips and lands on his feet but Jer's up and Wolf turns right into The Rapture! Jer falls over Wolf and the ref counts to three.)

GC: Here is your winner, Jeremiah Belmont!!

OC: I swear he can hit that out of nowhere.

CR: Kudos to Wolf but thats what makes Belmont so dangerous. He's proven he can end a match in a split second!

(After a hard fought match, Jer pulls himself up and takes his United title from the timekeeper. Wolf rolls out of the ring holding the jaw a little. We cut to a break on Jer holding up the United title.)

Winner: Jeremiah Belmont

---COMMERCIAL---


We’re in the lobby of the Luxor where a crowd has gathered. The cameraman barges through and we see Dorling taking on an Asian guy in an impromptu dance contest. The gathered crowd, including Insomnia and David Cyclone, are clapping in the time with the music and Dorling is proudly displaying his inability to street dance. This continues until the music abruptly stops. The camera swings around to reveal that the man holding the boombox has been knocked to the floor and standing above him is Doug E Fresh, accompanied by Devin Hearst.

DF: Well, things are certainly going well for you since you decided that you didn’t need the Sinistry Mr Dorling.

Dorling shakes his head and sighs.

DOR: Well, it was going well until you did your usual crap and showed up to suck the fun out of everything.

DF: Life isn’t about fun, Dorling.

DOR: Well it is for me.

Doug pulls back his jacket to reveal the Global Title around his waist.

DF: And that’s why I’m wearing this, and neither you or any of your fun little friends are not.

Insomnia clutches his stomach and lets out a very fake laugh while Cyclone sarcastically applauds.

DOR: Your time is running out Doug, you know it just as much as we do.

DF: Oh really?

Doug and Devin step forward and are greeted by Cyclone and Insomnia. A bout of childish pushing and shoving begins before the crowd parts and fall silent. MDK has arrived.

MDK: Ok, enough of this crap. Doug, you need to stop being all butt hurt about Dorling leaving your little gang and you three (pointing to Cyc, ‘Som and Dorling) – please can you stop winding him the fuck up?

DF: Danny, this is not…

MDK: Oh, be quiet for just a minute. You and Dorling need to settle this.

DOR: I agree, but Doug just can’t seem to accept that our beautiful friendship is over.

MDK: I don’t care. It gets settled because I say so. Next week is the last Wildcard before Cancun Clash, so how about you two children warm each other up for our big night by taking each on one on one?

Doug puts his hands on his hips and says nothing. Dorling grins.

DOR: I’m game.

MDK: It wasn’t a suggestion, it was a decision. Now fuck off all of you, before I show you how to dance properly.

MDK turns and walks away, leaving Doug and Dorling staring each other down.

CR: Doug v Dorling next week? This one has been brewing for a while and now we finally have a match!

OC: Please oh please let this be the day which finally leads to Dorling shutting the hell up!

---COMMERCIAL---

(Charlie Big Potato plays and out steps M.D.K. with the True Expert tag Team Title on his shoulder and a smirk on his face. The crowd boo as he swaggers down to the ring with a microphone in his hand.)

CR: “Here comes M.D.K. and he seems very smug with himself.”

OC: “Well when the Experts presented Rival Factions, he came out looking a million dollars and even more importantly, SCW defeated... Nay CRUSHED APW...”

(As he gets into the ring, the crowd dies down and M.D.K. points at the main camera and mouths the words ‘this is for you’.)

M.D.K.: “Peons, pissants, peasants... You’re welcome!”

(Massive heat as usual followed by a smile from M.D.K.)

M.D.K.: “So tonight, I have been trying to fight fires all over the building and nipping drama in the bud but there is one man who has been getting in the face of everybody. He demands change, demands reform and demands fairness.”

(Chants of ‘Ex!’ Start up and M.D.K. lets the masses settle down before continuing.)

M.D.K.: “Keep chanting all you want because I have listened to the man who craved change so badly. I have kowtowed to his needs and made a significant change to the Global Title match at Cancun Clash... I have made a decision to change the face of the company by creating a match that will sell throughout the world.”

(Pops for this.)

OC: “Mud wrestling... A get Shelbi naked match....”

M.D.K.: “The Triple Threat match at Cancun Clash... Is CANCELLED!”

(Big heat for this! A wave of stunned silence as M.D.K. smirks...)

OC: “What? How can he pull the biggest match of all?”

CR: “He’s M.D.K.”

M.D.K.: “I am replacing it... WITH A FATAL FOUR-WAY!”

(Massive, ground-shaking heat for this.)

CR: “What? This is amazing!”

OC: “Who is the fourth? Who is the fourth?”

M.D.K.: “One person has been out of the running. One person who everybody wrote off and one person who is going to make it a nice round four in the ring!”

(Chants of ‘Som’ start up as M.D.K. smiles. He holds a hand out to the ramp and ‘Pigfuck’ starts up and Insomnia steps onto the top of the ramp. They applaud each other as M.D.K. turns back to the camera.)

M.D.K.: “Ex, you called for fair! You called for it to be a fight between the best well who better to add to the Champion, the contender and the Jackpot winner than the man cheated out of the Global Title at Jackpot and the man who kicked the fucking head off of the champion at Rival Factions... You want fair Ex? You’ve got it!”

(Charlie Big Potato plays and the crowd are ecstatic.)

CR: “A fourway for the title? Cancun Clash is going to be epic!”

---COMMERCIAL---

(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

---COMMERCIAL---

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!!

(Unison 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

---COMMERCIAL---

(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

---COMMERCIAL---


(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

---COMMERCIAL---

(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?”

Midas: “Deal.”

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.”

---COMMERCIAL---

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…)

OC-Ahh Fu…

(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!!)

OC: Unbelievable!

CR: One of our finest main events in quite some time Oscar.

EX: Bah.

(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!)