(We open up to find Insomnia sitting behind a desk with his hair tied back and a solemn look on his face.)
Som: “Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with a serious appeal on behalf of Sin City Wrestling with help from funding from STD.”
(He leans forwards and maintains a sincere look on his face.)
Som: “For months now, we have had to undergo the purgatory of our Global Champion being nothing more than a cloak sporting freak. A man who sees fit to win at any cost and a man who mocks those less fortunate. Now I appreciate I too am guilty of such crimes but I don’t make rap music based on people who have had a stroke and aim it at kids...”
(He gestures to a monitor beside him.)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wHgJtTNfKPE
(We cut back to Insomnia.)
Som: “That is why on March 18th, I implore you to purchase Cancun Clash on pay per view so that you can show your support for the ABD Foundation.”
(Som stands up and paces to the left and right.)
Som: “ABD was formed a long time ago in order to prevent men like Mr Fresh from boring all of you with him being a prominent part of Sin City Wrestling. Unfortunately, we lost sight of the bigger picture and spent time being a Social Media Activist but now as Cancun Clash draws near, the need to prevent Mr Fresh walking out as Global Champion has never been greater.”
“Sure, Ms Lynn and Extream could do an... Adequate job as Global Champion but only one man can electrify, enthral and inspire like the Somnipotent one. So on March 18th, make you that you are watching and supporting Insomnia as he endeavours to become the new SCW Global Champion.”
(He bows his head and as the camera fades to a commercial, he looks up and winks at the viewer.)
---COMMERCIAL---Chris Strike vs. Shelbi Lynn
GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, 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 opponent, 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.)
CR: What a match this is going to be! A man who could win a title shot against a woman who could be Global Champion!
OC: I don't see how anyone ever bets against Shelbi Lynn. Our Vegas odds speak for themselves!
(Strike is looking to portray a challenge to Shelbi. She is stifled by repeated puroresu strikes to the point she cannot fight back! His aggressiveness backs her into a seated position in the corner and the ref has to count to get Strike off of her. She pulls herself up and boots him as he runs back in. Stunned, Shelbi springs off the ropes and lands the superkick followed by a two count near fall. In what is truly an incredible sequence to watch, Strike rolls her into an armbar but before he hooks the arm, Shelbi rolls it into her having an armbar on Strike instead and they roll side to side each trying to lock the armbar in until they give up. A double clothesline follows once they're back to their feet.)
OC: No one matches Shelbi move for move.
CR: That's how well Chris Strike has grown as a superstar here in SCW. He could very well be contending for the Global title like Shelbi will be next Sunday.
(The match continues to go back and forth for a few minutes as each lands a signature maneuver on the other. Big turning point comes when Shelbi leapfrogs Strike and goes top rope, she springs back but Strike catches her on his shoulders and turns it into the rolling fireman's carry slam! The match looks to be all Strike now. Shelbi is weakened. He lands a northern lights suplex and even a dragon suplex but Shelbi keeps kicking out on instinct! She bell claps him to stun him a moment but a reverse DDT backs her into the corner and he steps back before hitting a rolling wheel kick in the corner. Another kickout! Frustration is building. Strike looks to end it as he pulls her up in the full nelson almost ready for a Relâmpago when suddenly, she hunches over grabbing hold and rolling him forward into a pinning predicament in which Strike can't get out until after the three!)
GC: Here is your winner, Shelbi Lynn!!
CR: That was amazing! How did she have the ability to counter that with all the punishment she took from Strike tonight?
OC: Beats me. Shelbi just wins at any time. Kudos to the great effort by Chris Strike though. He looks physically prepared for the SureShot.
CR: Shelbi may very well be my favorite to win the Global Title next Sunday.
(Shelbi stumbles to her feet with a little bit of pulling the arm up by the ref as he declares her the victor. She smiles and motions for the championship missing around her waist before leaving Strike in the ring.)Winner: Shelbi Lynn
As Brenda had snuck inside of the arena, Brenda was seen walking backstage as she noticed the locker room door that read “Sabra Nikolayev” - she pushed the locker room door open as Sabra was sitting there getting ready for her match. Sabra looked up with a slightly irritated expression as she noticed that Brenda was in her locker room. Brenda smirked as Sabra spoke.
Sabra: Why are you here? You are not to be here until Cancun Clash. I am sure of that, suki.
Brenda eyes her closely as she looked over at her and she folded her arms glaring at her.
Brenda: I only have one thing to say to you. You might have won that last match we had with each other but this isn’t over between us. You want to try to get on the good side of the Professor. You better not be trying anything sneaking.
Brenda got right into her face as she growls and glares.
Brenda: I don’t know what truly going on yet with you and the Professor but know this. I will be watching you VERY closely and if you even think of playing him. You will wish you haven’t because just like my sisters bodies couldn’t be found. I will do the same thing to you. Do you got it!
Brenda placed her hands on her sides as her fists were tightening up. Sabra raised her brows and for a second there was a gleam in her dark eyes as something seemed to amuse her ... right before she chuckled.
Sabra: Let me make this perfectly clear to you, Vixen. Whatever Fresh and I talk about is none of your business, suki. But that is hardly your biggest problem right now, though do not think I will forget your little ... threat.
Brenda: What do you mean, that isn't my biggest problem? You better stop laughing, I'm deadly serious and I will make you bleed...
Sabra: Oh suki. I am not laughing at you ... I am laughing because Michael Thunder is behind you.
The camera pulled back as the crowd surprisingly popped for the appearance of the veteran of the ORC, looming over Brenda Vixen!
Thunder: Didn't M.D.K. tell your little heart-shaped ass to stay out of the arenas until he called you in? Mhm. Tell you what, how about you get the fuck out of my tag partner's locker and then we'll think about forgettin' to mention we saw you.
Brenda looked pissed, but backed out of the locker, not taking her eyes off Thunder or Sabra.
Brenda: I'll have the last laugh, on you two. You'll see!
OC: Wow ... I can't think Doug E. Fresh will like this particular development?
CR: Why not? Thunder just wants to win, and he needs his tag partner. There, does that set your world back on track?
OC: Oddly enough... yes! Well back to ringside as we have one hell of a match coming up next!
---COMMERCIAL---Sabra Nikoleyev and Michael Thunder vs. Wolf and Spider Bait
GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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 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.)
OC: This team has.........potential?
CR: That is if Wolf doesn't abandon Spider-Bait like Chris Strike did last week.
(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, 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 her tag team partner, from Detroit, Michigan...Michael THUNDER!!
("Thunderstruck" hits the speakers and the crowd begin to boo as Michael Thunder emerges from the back, chewing some gum dressed in only his in-ring attire. He stops on the stage, surveying the crowd before shaking his head with a disappointed expression on his face. As he walks down the ramp Thunder stops to stare down a few fans booing him, before he finally spits his gum out at one of the fans and walks towards the ring, climbing onto the apron and stepping through the ropes. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, posing for the crowd, but when they boo in return he shouts back at them and drops down, preparing for the match ahead.)
OC: Sabra has such an exquisite entrance.
CR: Enough of that you dolt! We have four SureShot contenders in the ring at the same time!
(Spider seems hesitant when last week he was ditched by another SureShot contender and he leaves his back turned to Thunder grabbing him for a belly to back. Spider flips over and lands on his feet and he arm drags Thunder over but the second time Thunder gets up, he swats away a dropkick. He pulls Spider up by the waist and hits a sick German suplex that literally folds Spider in half. Pinfall but no three. He attempts to drag Spider to his corner but enzigiri by Spider allows him to roll to the Wolf. Thunder tags in and we get a Sabra and Wolf showdown. The veteran gets her first with an arm drag followed by a headlock but she's a quick learner getting back up and throwing Wolf into the ropes. She knocks Wolf down with the stiffest of chops but gets a one count. Wolf gets up and he and Sabra go back and forth with stiff chops until Wolf runs with a lariat. She ducks it and off the ropes, she catches him with a pendulum backbreaker!)
CR: Sabra and Thunder are getting the best of Wolf and Spider-Bait. The hesitation of teammates has to be a factor but I'm surprised I don't also see that out of Thunder and Sabra.
(They do work together decently as a team as Sabra and Thunder make quick tags. We even see a double team move where Thunder holds Wolf in a surfboard and Sabra lands a stiff scissor like kick to the head! We get a turning point where Wolf breaks free of a Thunder Tap Out Special by getting the feet on the ropes and when Thunder pulls him up, jawbreaker into an enzigiri! Wolf crawls over to his corner as Sabra tags herself in when Thunder falls her way. Wolf's about up and he and Spider lock eyes. Spider is hesitant to tag but he looks ready to get in right when Sabra runs Wolf into Spider knocking him off the apron. She executes EXODUS from behind as Wolf was stunned by the collision. She pins it and wins it.)
GC: Here are your winners, Michael Thunder and Sabra Nikolayev!!
CR: I may think Shelbi's on a hot streak but Sabra may stake that claim. She wins here and pins the Global Champion last week.
OC: It doesn't change my position. I'm still with Michael Thunder taking the SureShot for the circus!
(As they were proclaimed winners, Thunder gets back in the ring and has a bit of a staredown with Sabra. A few words are exchanged about who's going to win the SureShot.)Winners: Sabra Nikolayev & Michael Thunder
CR: “With Cancun Clash drawing near and this being the last time we appear in Vegas for a few months, we will cut to our newest reporter Becky Sugar-Tits who is in the casino to talk to a few regulars about their thoughts on Cancun Clash and the subsequent tour. Becky?”
(We cut to the casino where a pretty blonde bimbo waits with her finger to her ear.)
BST: “Hi Courtney and thanks for the welcome. I have spent...”
(Suddenly, the brawling pair of Damien Lester and Adrien Specter crash through the double doors behind her. They are whaling on each other and trying to use all sorts of random objects on each other. Lester takes an old lady’s walking stick and cracks it over Specter’s head that sends him staggering backwards until he grabs a cup of coins and throws them into the eyes of Lester who grabs at his face as Specter opens up the face of Lester with straight punches to the face. Specter launches himself forwards and both men tumble down the few stairs that lead into the main body of the casino! Onlookers stagger out of the way until Lester grabs Specter and launches him through the glass ornament in the centre of the casino! A few bystanders scream as they are caught by shrapnel when suddenly a gunshot rings out! Everybody freezes including Lester and Specter as they turn and see M.D.K. holding a policeman’s pistol. He hands it back to him as he storms down the steps with a microphone in his hand.)
M.D.K.: “Are you two quite done fucking up my casino? Are you done trying to run me out of business? Because you are going the right way with the lawsuits and the bullshit.”
(He stands between both men.)
M.D.K.: “Well I hope you are happy with yourself because you have caused half a dozen lawsuits, thousands of pounds of damage and a whole lot of chaos.”
(He takes a deep breath.)
M.D.K.: “Well be happy with yourselves because the match with you two at Cancun Clash is off the card...”
(We hear massive boos as both Lester and Specter look enraged.)
M.D.K.: “We don’t have the insurance to cover your match! We can’t afford the match! That is why at Cancun Clash we will have an interval during the show. If fans choose to watch the unsanctioned fight outside between these two for the Hardcore Title then by all means but I will not put it officially on my books.”
(The crowd pop for this.)
M.D.K.: “Security! Escort these men out for tonight please!”
(Security swarm once again as we cut to the ring.)
CR: “Unsanctioned fight at Cancun Clash? Is there anything this show won’t have?”
OC: “Becky Sugar-Tits on co-commentary?”
---COMMERCIAL---Insomnia and David Cyclone vs. Extream and Jacob Wright
GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Madrid, Spain...Jacob WRIGHT!!
GC: And his tag team partner, from Hershey, Pennsylvania...EXTREAM!!
OC: Chair swinging and ball kicking. Hmmm team name perhaps?
CR: Will be interesting to see how they co-exist. They might need to be nearly perfect against the men about to enter.
GC: And their opponents, from Bournemouth, England, reuniting for the first time in over a year...David Cyclone & Insomnia...the SERIAL THRILLAS!!
(As the music hits, Cyc and Som of the STD stand out on the stage together. The crowd is going insane as both are struck in awe likely distracting them from the typical entrance antics either might do. They give some high fives to the fans on their way down before getting in the ring and doing their pose on opposite turnbuckles. Even Extream of all people steps aside for them to bask in the moment.)
CR: This Oscar...this is a sight for sore eyes.
OC: Oh give me a break. This time last year they were trying to murder each other. It's not THAT easy to kiss and make up.
CR: I think the bigger question will be if they're rusty as a tag team not if they're friends.
(Things fell apart here quickly. SCW chants start flying as the Thrillas, Extream, and Jacob all completely ignore the referee. All four men are in the ring and they've paired off exactly as expected as Cyc and Jacob exchange blows while Som and Ex go at it. There is a good three or four minutes of the referee trying to restore order but it doesn't get done. Cyclone gets hung into the ropes and Jacob nearly gives him a swift kick in the balls but Cyc manages to escape it falling away and Jacob kicks the turnbuckle. He backs up and nails Som with an elbow which throws him into Ex as he powerbombs Som in the ring. When he stands back up, Cyclone hits him with a gut check! When it seems to be the perfect time to restore order, Jacob moves the ref out of the way to get back to Cyclone but Cyc throws him over the ropes and then Storm Kicks him to the floor.)
OC: Three words. Out. Of. Control.
CR: I'm surprised to see how fiercely Jacob and Cyclone are going at it. I personally was hoping for a little bit of Serial Thrilla double teaming but I guess this will be alright.
OC: Ex's physicality doesn't surprise me. HE wants to take it to Som like Shelbi did last week.
(And Ex does so pummeling Som on the mat before he slides out of the ring and grabs his chair! When he brings it back in, Som was already standing and runs to static lullaby Ex's chair into him. Ex falls out of the ring and right into Cyclone! Som's standing ready again as Cyc, Jacob, and Ex are all about to get back up. You know what's coming...SOM-ERR-SAULT PLANCHA! All four men spill to the floor. The referee just can't take it anymore. He calls for the bell immediately as Som stands up as Mr. Big Shot!)
GC: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee is ruling this a No Contest!
OC: Not too surprised. But what a terrible referee, just giving up like that.
CR: Do YOU want to try and control Insomnia? Let alone Extream, Cyclone, AND Jacob Wright? I'm certain security is on its way.
(Not before we get more fighting! They pair off again as Jacob throws his body into Cyclone by the guard rail and the two fall over to the outside! Som dragon uppercuts Ex on the ramp and looks to run up to Ex when Ex catches him and spinebusters him on the ramp! Som holds his back immediately after that impact! Ex gets up and yells right as the security arrives to separate them. But they can't separate Cyclone and Jacob who are fighting amongst the fans going back and forth!)
OC: This is unbelievable!
CR: Perfect chaos.
(Ex and Som are restrained by security so cameras follow Cyclone and Jacob to the concession stands. Cyc has him in a DDT hold but he backs him into the t-shirt shop and dumps Cyc over into it! He grabs a Paradox McSweeney mass media megastar shirt and blows his nose on it before throwing it on Cyc but its right then and there that McSweeney shows up to the scene and uses the TV title slamming it into Jacob and he tumbles into the t-shirt stand with Cyclone. He smirks in front of the camera before walking away and we cut to a commercial on Cyc and Jacob recovering.)Winners: No Contest
(The door to M.D.K.’s office swings open and Doug steps in with Devin by his side. M.D.K. looks up and smiles.)
M.D.K.: “Hey cloaky. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
Fresh: “Cut the crap Tenegra. I want an answer plain and simple.”
M.D.K.: “Is the answer, ‘Go fuck yourself?’”
Fresh: “The Trial of the Sinistry... Explain.”
M.D.K.: “It’s quite simple really Dougie boy. Sinistry have had way too much free reign and nobody to bring you mob back to earth. This is the perfect way to test just how committed your minions are to the cause.”
Fresh: “And this match will do that?”
M.D.K.: “Who better than to test you than a member of my very own circus? Sean Panache will test that resolve of Mr Hearst and see just how far he will go?”
Fresh: “That’s it?”
M.D.K.: “What else would there be? Hoop leaping shenanigans?”
Fresh: “With you I wouldn’t be surprised?”
M.D.K.: “Haven’t you got an STD to get?”
(Fresh glares at M.D.K. as he leaves his office.)
---COMMERCIAL---MAIN EVENT: Doug E Fresh vs. Dorling
GC: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Brisbane, Australia...DORLING!!
(The lights in the arena dim as the opening chants of Message of the Bhagavat fill the arena. The Sintron is filled with images of classic B movies - giant lizards, King Kong, monsters from the sea - insterspersed with clips of Dorling performing vasrious exciting manouvres. As the songs kicks into life, red fireworks shoot up from the side of the entrance way and Dorling steps out, wearing his black and red wrestling trunks with his black boots, and his red 'No I in Team Dorling' T-Shirt. He makes his way down the ramp and climbs on to the ring apron. He peels off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before ducking under the top rope and sprinting across to the far corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle and holding both fists aloft.)
GC: And his 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: Fans this main event is huge. With the Clash being so close and both superstars having a lot on the line, anything could go wrong! Something's gotta give!
OC: Yea, Dorling's gonna give up a limb after abandoning the Sinistry when Doug tears it off!
CR: This match is a month and a half in the making after Dorling turned on Doug following the main event of Jackpot! We finally get an opportunity to see them face off one on one!
(They circle the ring as huge Dorling chants ring out. A fan even tries to imitate his dance. Finally hooking up, Doug bests him with a headlock takedown. On the mat Doug yells at him, 'having fun yet' as he almost chokes Dorling in the headlock. Dorling stands him back up and throws the professor into the ropes. Leapfrog by Dorling. Then he ducks a Doug running lariat. On the last rebound, Dorling catches him and does a belly to belly suplex!
He leans over Doug and yells at him 'yes I am' before taking Doug and throwing him through the middle rope and to the floor so he can pose on the turnbuckle for a moment. He then heads outside and gives Doug a knee to the gut.
Dorling attempts to run him into the steel ringpost but Doug counters with an elbow. Doug then grabs Dorling by the head and bulldogs him into the lowest of the ring steps! He yells to the crowd, 'NOW THAT WAS FUN' as he rolls in and out of the ring to break a countout before stomping Dorling's head against the steps once more. He then drags Dorling up and rolls him into the ring so he can attempt a pinfall which is only a two count.)
OC: This is exactly the type of ruthless aggression I expected from Doug. Remember how Cid Phoenix was ex-communicated from the Sinistry.
CR: He's certainly thinking about hurting Dorling but that doesn't mean he will get it done.
(Bodyslam by the professor. Running elbow drop. Then running leg drop. He covers Dorling but gets only a two. As Dorling kicks out, Doug puts the headlock back on. The crowd is chanting for Dorling which pushes him to get back to his feet. He elbows Doug in the gut and then runs off the rope. Doug leapfrogs a spear and catches Dorling on the way back into the abdominal stretch.
Vintage professor as he drags it closer to the ropes so he can hold on for extra leverage out of the sight of the referee. But by the third time he does so, the ref catches it, kicks his arm loose, and then Dorling hip tosses him to the mat. Doug gets up and gets chop after chop after chop backing him into the ropes. He irish whips Doug but Doug counters but Dorling comes right back connecting to the jaw with a spinning heel kick!
Dorling does a rolling thunder and gets a near fall! He pulls Doug up and lifts him up over the apron. Doug drapes Dorling neck first over the ropes and knocks him back a step. Doug springs in but Dorling catches him mid air with a dropkick!)
OC: Absolutely insane!
CR: Makes me wonder if Dorling would of stayed with the Sinistry, this could be a Global title match you know.
OC: His fault!
(Dorling readies the high risk as he gets to the top rope and leaps off for a beautiful leg drop! It connects and he immediately floats over into a pin attempt but Doug kicks out at two! He pulls Doug to his feet and goes behind him for the backDOR! He lifts Doug up but Doug flips over his back and lands on his feet. Doug runs Dorling into the ropes holding his waist and rolling it backward for a pin but Dorling kicks out. They get up and Doug meets him with a boot to the gut and attempts a piledriver. Dorling flips him over back body drop!
Doug stumbles up and Dorling steps at him for a DORbreaker! Doug ducks it leaping up right after to land a flying neckbreaker! Doug backs up not hooking a leg just laying on Dorling and he kicks out!
The professor is angry. He pulls Dorling up by the full nelson and is thinking Grading Curve. Dorling does exactly what Shelbi did earlier in the night but Doug instead kicks out. Second DORbreaker attempt gets caught. Doug tosses his leg down, steps back and tries an A+ but Dorling does the same thing catching his leg and tossing it down!
Big forearm to the face from Doug. He runs off the ropes and cross bodies Dorling against the ropes. Doug goes over but lands on the apron. Dorling turns around and Doug slaps the taste out of his mouth so hard that Dorling backs up halfway across the ring. Doug springs off the ropes RIGHT INTO A DORBREAKER!! Dorling falls over Doug and the crowd excitedly counts to three with the referee!)
GC: Here is your winner, Dorling!!
OC: No! It can't be!!
CR: That says it all folks! Incredible match but Dorling takes everything the professor has and then some to get the win! If there's anyone who has the LEAST momentum heading into the Clash its Doug E Fresh.
OC: But it wasn't supposed to end this way!Winner: Dorling
(Seems like it took long enough but Brenda Vixen, Scott Black, and Devin Hearst defy the orders of the Sinistry being banned from the building. They all come running down to the ring. Brenda pulls Doug up while the other two start a double beat down on Dorling. It turns into a four on one assault until...
SERIAL THRILLAS!! Cyc and Som come back and clean house with double dropkicks to Scott and Devin! Brenda runs in but Dorling trips her and they double DDT her. Doug's left in the corner as STD all stand before him.
But Cyc and Dorling break off leaving Doug to Insomnia!)
OC: I...I can't watch!
(The rest of STD and the Sinistry brawl outside the ring while Doug and Som are inside. Doug looks frightened but Som doesn't attack him. He merely motions around his waist for the gold...and then starts assaulting Doug in the corner!
That is until Extream comes down to the ring as does Shelbi! Ex throws Som away and tries to get a piece of Doug. Shelbi throws Ex away to do the same. Suddenly Som, Ex and Shelbi all get into a shoving contest allowing Doug to slither away and out of the ring.)
CR: It comes down to this! CANCUN CLASH! FOUR SUPERSTARS! ONE CHAMPION!
(Doug stands by Courtney and Oscar holding his neck, and the Global title. In the ring, Som, Shelbi, and Ex all stare one another down as security is ready to break anything up. They rotate stares between each other and Doug as Wildcard closes.)