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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 The United Title, Television Title, Hardcore Title, Tag Team Championship and of course the epic Fatal Four-way for the Global Championship. The crowd have had the crayons out judging by some of the signs tonight. “Where is Ex’s Off Switch?”, “Specter vs. Lester = There Will Be Blood.” “James Porter Gets His Own Sign = Made It in SCW.”, “Grocery Boy + Morgan Aurora = An Empty Sack.” and “It’s After Midnight, I’m Fucking Tired and Writing Signs...”

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

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

OC: “Is it? Makes a change as I’m sure my calendar says...”

CR: “Do you want Danny to deal with you again?”

OC: “Yeah! Wednesday Wildcard baby! Always Wednesday without fail! Yes siree!”

CR: “I’m Courtney Reynolds...”

OC: “And evidently I don’t know what day of the week it is.”

CR: “Whatever day it is, we thank you for joining us as we have our bags packed, our passports at the ready and the sun-lotion prepped as next week we will be in Mexico for Cancun Clash!”

OC: “The Clash is packed to the rafters with top class matches and tonight we get an idea who will have a last word in most of them.”

CR: “We have another newcomer tonight in the shape of Spike Daniels who is teaming up with the rookie James Porter to take on Wesley Dyer and Sam Parker.”

OC: “A hooligan and a yokel... That partnership will be as well received as Hall and Oates...”

CR: “We also have the pleasure of Chris Mosh and Grocery Boy going one on one.”

OC: “Mosh has bags of talent while GB is a sack of shit. No contest...”

CR: “Classy... Meanwhile Jo McFarlane and Caleb Houston test each other out ahead of Cancun Clash’s Tag Team contest.”

OC: “I’d test that young supple one out... I’d wear her like a hat...”

CR: “Oscar! Please! This is a family show!”

OC: “Really?”

CR: “Well... No but I was looking for something to shut you up... Anyway also tonight we have Jeremiah Belmont looking for some pre-Clash momentum against Nobody.”

OC: “A man who has no identity against a man with no reflection. Maybe they can talk about passport control heading into Mexico...”

CR: “And in what looks set to be a cracking contest, SureShot contender Chris Strike takes on Shelbi Lynn one on one...”

OC: “Shelbi has enough to worry about without Strike sticking his nose in. Periods, children, psychotic episodes, the court injunction against me...”

CR: “Another one Oscar? So that’s why she invited me round and not you... We also have a SureShot tag team match as Wolf and Spider Bait team up to face Michael Thunder and Sabra.”

OC: “The old man and the husky Ruskie seem to have some degree of mutual respect while the other side of the ring has a kid in a pimp’s pyjamas and a man who last washed his hair when Doug E Fresh was clean shaven...”

CR: “And if that isn’t enough, we have STD in action across two cracking matches. First of all Cyc and Som team up once again against Extream and Jacob Wright while in the Main Event, former allies collide as Dorling and Doug E Fresh slug it out...”

OC: “Either way tonight, you can’t deny that for the cheap bastards not buying the pay per view, there is quite a spectacle tonight.”

CR-Oscar, the main event we have on tap for later this evening is as big as they come here on Wildcard…the first tag team match for the returning Serial Thrilla’s, I mean come on that’s exciting.

OC-You know what would be exciting?! If Insomnia kicked Ex’s head off, then they desecrated his limp, lifeless body somehow…now that would be exciting.

CR-Sometimes I wonder if you’re not a sociopath underneath it all, Oscar.

OC-Sometimes I wonder how any of you can hold back from throwing up every time Extream walks down to this ring…

(An explosion of pyro shoots off, “Killing in the name of” starts to blare throughout the arena, and Ex comes storming down to the ring to the delight of the fans who have erupted into cheers.)

CR-Well it looks like he heard you…

OC-He didn’t hear me…did he?...I really hope he didn’t

(Ex makes a line for the ring, rolls in under the ropes…he stomps through the ring and rolls out the other side…Oscar cringes, Courtney laughs, and Ex walks right past the announce table, grabbing a mic and a chair, tossing the chair into the ring before rolling in himself with the mic in hand.)

OC-Oh thank god!

CR-Scared much? You’re a friken pussy, Oscar.

(Ex sets the chair up in the middle of the ring, slapping at the seat like he is whipping some dust off then having himself a seat. He waits for the fans to calm down before pulling the mic up to his mouth, Ex staring at the mat between his feet as he starts to talk.)

Ex-Last week you were all forced to sit here and listen to Daniel Tenegra forcefully announce to the world that he was making a change in the Global Title match set for Cancun Clash. Last week Daniel came down to this ring, called you all pissants, peasants, and peons like he always does, then he did something you never hear MDK do…he complained about having to do his job, which entails having to curtail all the drama that goes on in the back, all the drama that is inevitable as we get closer to a show as huge as the Clash is going to be this year. Then Danny did his usual trick, making everyone think he was cancelling a huge match…only to shock everyone…including me…with the addition of Insomnia into the title match at the Clash.

(The fans pop at the sound of Som’s name.)

Ex-Yes, you should be cheering for that…give it up for Insomnia!

(Ex eggs the fans on who start a Som chant…as they finally start to calm down Ex stands up out of his chair and starts to pace back and forth, looking throughout the arena at every fan he can as he talks.)

Ex-Then Danny showed me and showed all of you, just how hell bent he is on doing everything he can to try and make sure I don’t walk out of the Clash with the SCW Global Championship. I am apparently in everyone’s face crying for change, screaming for a new face of SCW, complaining about getting a fair shot for a fucking title…should we not want a fair SCW Global Championship match?! Was I not in the right when I proclaimed this match needed to be fair…did my outspoken nature not get Insomnia added into this match?!

(The fans are cheering Ex on who is starting to gain some momentum in his speech.)

Ex-This is Cancun Clash…this is the biggest night of the year for this company…and this title match needed to be the biggest damn main event in SCW history…you don’t get that in SCW without Insomnia in the mix somewhere…so I applaud your decision to add Som Mr. Tenegra. If I am to become the new SCW Global Champion, I should have to go through the best SCW has to offer…and that’s exactly what I plan on doing…

(The fans pop)

Ex-Tonight, myself and Jacob Wright are going to give the Serial Thrilla’s a taste of the disappointment that is going to come at the Clash. Tonight we are going to ruin the reunion match for those two…and I am going to show the world just how little I am swayed by Insomnia’s presence in the Global Title match at the Clash. Danny you could have added the world to this title match at the Clash and it wouldn’t mean a thing…because I don’t care who is standing in front of me in a few weeks…I am still going to walk out at the end of the night the NEW, SCW GLOBAL CHAMPION!...and that’s a fucking promise.

(Ex throws the mic to the mat and grips his chair up high holding it over his head, which causes the fans to give him one last big pop before he slides out between the ropes and starts to strut back up the ramp with a purpose…stopping one last time at the top of the ramp, screaming “you’re looking at the new SCW Global Champion”, before turning and ducking back behind the curtain.)

CR-Ex is boiling over with confidence tonight, he truly thinks he is going to win the Global title at the Clash and we are so close to it you can smell it…can you smell it Oscar?

OC-I don’t smell a thing…wait a minute…what is that smell…

CR-Well maybe if you didn’t spend the majority of your time with your nose buried in that Thai masseuse’s ass…you could tell the smell...but…oh and you know what else I wanted to tell you, Oscar…

OC-What?!

CR-It was me

(Courtney smiles ear to ear as she watches Oscar franticly wipe at his nose as we cut for commercial.)

---COMMERCIAL---

James Porter and Spike Daniels vs. Wesley Dyer and Sam Parker

GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, 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.)

GC: And his tag team partner, debuting tonight for SCW, from Manchester, England...Spike DANIELS!!

(The lights fade and several lazers faze around the arena when Psycho Killer bellows through the arenas sound system and out from the back steps Spike Daniels, dressed to wrestle with a hoodie to boot and a cigarette sitting in him mouth. He takes a lighter from the pocket of the hoodie and lights up, taking a drag and blowing it out towards the camera. He then lowers the hood and casually strolls down to the ring, his mind seemingly on something other than his upcoming match. He enters the ring and removes the hoodie, flicking the half finished cigarette to the concrete below.)

OC: First match of the night sticks James Porter with a newb!

CR: Its not being stuck Oscar. Good things are expected of Spike Daniels. And this may be the best chance against a team of hard luck superstars.

GC: And their opponents. First, from Dallas, Texas...Sam PARKER!!

(The opening riff of "Live It Out" begins blasting over the PA System while the lights begin flashing red and blue. The spotlights sweep over the crowd, and find where Sam Parker is standing with a group of fans. The fans begin going crazy as Sam makes his way down through the crowd and over the barricade. "The Lone Star" slides underneath the bottom rope, and rises to his feet with one arm in the air. Parker then makes his way to the turnbuckle and strikes his Cowboy pose.)

GC: And his tag team partner, 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.)

CR: These two could be tag team partners at Cancun Clash.

OC: We'll see how that looks tonight then won't we?

(Daniels starts against Dyer. He impresses with a short arm drag, another, and then a dropkick. He goes top rope and hits a diving cross body that gets a two count! Pulling him up, Dyer breaks free and tags Parker. Daniels steps back and Porter tags in. Not to be outdone by the newcomer, Porter also impresses ducking a lariat from Parker and hitting him with a fury of lefts and rights until he falls over the ropes and onto the apron. Parker ducks a big punch and headbutts through the ropes. He tries to suplex Porter out of the ring but Porter lands on the apron. He knocks Parker back into the ring and when he stands up, Porter leaps and tosses Parker over with a springboard hurricanrana!)

CR: If you ask me, these two have everything in order.

OC: I think its a who can beat who kind of thing.

(Porter offers a tag and Daniels takes it running in and taking a stumbly Parker down with a bulldog. Dyer comes in and breaks the count up. He starts nailing Daniels until Porter comes back in the ring and hits dropkick taking him down. Porter sends Dyer out of the ring and follows leaving Daniels in there with Parker. Parker tosses him into the corner and runs in for a splash but Daniels ducks out and then runs in hitting a double knee! With Parker hurt, Daniels hangs him on the ropes and pulls him out by the head and neck so that he can drop him with a cutter he calls Fall From Grace! The pin is epidemic after that!)

GC: Here are your winners, James Porter and Spike Daniels!!

CR: That truly was a statement win. Maybe these two should be a team?

OC: I think they were still playing a game of who can do better.

(Porter gets back in the ring and the ref raises his hand with Spike. The two look at one another and it looks like we may get a show of respect right when the crowd boos and quickly, JT Midas and Caleb Houston have hit the ring! They bum rush the duo knocking them both down. JT then picks up Daniels and uses the Midas Touch on him while Caleb gives the Gold Rush to Porter!)

CR: They have no business being here!

OC: Maybe so Oscar but look at that. They're a REAL team. That's how you make a statement!

(We cut to commercial as Midas and Houston leave the ring smiling at the damage they've done.)

Winners: James Porter and Spike Daniels

---COMMERCIAL---

The camera goes to the back of the arena as Brenda Vixen and Scott Black was standing outside of the arena with Doug E Fresh as he just had arrived at the arena. Brenda was leaning against the car as she was glaring at the arena door as she wasn’t speaking at all cause she was upset as Scott looked over at Doug.

“Look, we need to figure out something here. This isn’t right that Brenda can’t go in there.”

Doug nods a bit as he scratch his bread looking over at Scott.

“I understand my disciples but if she goes against MDK's orders she just might lose out on her chance with those tag team titles. Tenegra can be an asshole about things like this but she should just use this opportunity as a chance for her to prepare herself more for the Pay Per View.”

Scott nods a bit as he places a hand on his shoulder as he leads a bit of a way from Brenda. She notices something from the corner of her eye as she walked away from them.

“I believe you are right about that. I believe she needs this and then at Cancun Clash she can have a title around her waist. It just right now she believes she is not truly wanted or needed by you anymore. She did watch Wildcard last week and noticed how you and Sabra were talking.”

Doug looked over at him as he nods a bit placing a hand on his shoulder.

“You tell Brenda she has nothing to worry about. There is a place among her in the Sinistry. If I didn’t need her this conversation wouldn't be taking place. The two of you performed well for me this week. Tell her she has nothing to worry about at all. I have issues with Sabra based off of last week as well as the CWC Tag Team Championships. Trust me when I say she does not desire the Sinistry the way Brenda does.”

Scott nods softly as he looked over at him.

“I know that but you might have to talk to her one on one alone because I believe Sabra is a great challenge for Brenda. She has Brenda on her toes which is great but if Brenda feels someone is taking away the spot from her. That woman might end up like two other sisters we both know about. So think about that.”

Doug nods as he looked over at him as he looked around a bit.

“Where is Brenda?”

Scott looked towards the door of the arena as he shook his head as Doug runs a hand over his face.

“I can’t look for her right now but you try not to be seen by MDK.”

Doug and Scott both walk inside of the arena together.

OC: "It's Official... Brenda Vixen is the worst ninja ever..."

---COMMERCIAL---

Caleb Houston vs. Jo McFarlane

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, 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 Las Vegas and accompanied to the ring by JT Midas...Caleb HOUSTON!!

("Your Betrayal" plays in the arena and the fans greet Houston with boos as he walks down to the ring with JT behind him giving a nice clap. Caleb enters and keeps an eye to his opponent awaiting the bell.)

OC: Caleb's first singles action since debuting yes?

CR: It will be interesting. They're a formidable team. Sneaky too after the dialogue with M.D.K. last week.

(Early on, its all Jo catching Caleb everytime he misses a strike with either a spinning back fist or kick. He sends her into the ropes and she hits a leap frog into a head scissors! This tosses Caleb out of the ring. When Jo goes to baseball slide him when he's standing at the apron, JT pulls him away and Jo lands on the floor on the outside! The ref yells at JT to back off while Caleb takes over applying an ankle lock outside the ring on Jo! He picks her up and rolls her into the ring. After a quick near fall, Its all Caleb for a couple minutes utilizing submission holds to weaken the same leg like a rolling knee bar and another ankle lock.)

CR: You can see his aptness to working on a body part as is often done in tag team action.

OC: Well this is a no brainer. Jo is fast to take her legs from her.

(During an attempt to put on a fujiwara armbar, Jo breaks free before he has her on the mat and rolls him up for a near fall. They both get up and she catches a kick. He goes for an enzigiri but Jo ducks it and Caleb falls on his face. When he tries to get up, Jo bulldogs him! Near fall! As she's pulling Caleb up, JT jumps on the apron to distract the referee so Caleb can give Jo a low blow! Don't know how much that will affect a woman but she does fall for a minute. Just as it looks like Caleb's got it in the bag, James Porter and Spike Daniels come back down! Porter runs and nails JT outside the ring and the ref turns to that so Spike can get in the ring and hit a kick to the side of the head dropping Caleb! Jo's back up and once the ref has his attention on the match again, she springs in with Dead Devotion!! Jo covers for the win!)

GC: Here is your winner, Jo McFarlane!!

OC: Oh come on! That's...

CR: It's called payback Oscar. Payback. And Jo is the beneficiary of it considering they almost screwed her over as well!

(Porter and Spike get in the ring and raise Jo's hands while staring Houston and Midas away! After that, Jo poses on the turnbuckle for her win while they leave and back Midas and Houston up and out when security is ready to keep them apart.)

OC: Some serious bad blood tonight.

CR: With the tag team titles coming back at the Clash, Caleb and JT wanted to make it clear their intention but tonight they ran into opposition.

Winner: Jo McFarlane

---COMMERCIAL---

(Paradox Mcsweeney is limping backstage with a different eyepatch on a different eye when he notices a Cancun Clash poster advertising the Television Championship match with his face on it. He stops and looks at it with a smile.)

PM: Don't you look good today.

??: Gracias. It must be the new hair gel mi madre bought for me.

(Paradox turns around and sees Jacob Wright standing there.)

PM: Oh! No.. I was talking to the poster! I mean... uhh... hey wait. What are you doing here!

JW: I am here to, how you say, bury the axe with you.

PM: You mean bury. the. hatchet.

(Jacob reaches out his hand.)

JW: Yes yes, bury the hatchet. Let's put this bad blood behind us, no?

(Paradox slaps his hand away.)

PM: I am not falling for that... again.

JW: Perhaps trust will take awhile to gain but I can assure you, I am sincere.

PM: If you were sincere, you'd show it. You wouldn't be trying to steal MY Television Championship from me.

(Jacob laughs.)

JW: Oh? Tell me, what sounds better to you. Facing DAMIAN LESTER at Cancun Clash or facing David Cyclone, one on one.

(Paradox goes to answer but Jacob interupts.)

JW: Or my favorite option, how about facing David Cyclone... with someone you have a mutual respect with also being in the match.

(Paradox eyes him up.)

PM: What do you gain by burying the hatchet with me?

JW: Simple, I gain less enemies backstage. The more people of whom I share mutual respect with, the less I get beat-up every week. Oh, and also, perhaps someday, we can stop people like David Cyclone from getting random title shots. What do you say, shall we have a nice clean match at Cancun Clash. No?

(Jacob extends his hand.)

PM: First off, there is no way in hell I'm shaking your hand, I still don't trust you.

(Jacob pulls his hand away.)

JW: No need to decide now, I shall see you in Cancun,

(Jacob tips his hat and walks away leaving Paradox to ponder at what he was thinking.)

CR: "That sounds like a plot to me!"

OC: "Your powers of observation are second to none Courtney!"

CR: "It looks like they are trying to make Cyclone's Grand Slam bid that much more difficult."

---COMMERCIAL---

Grocery Boy vs. Chris Mosh

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, 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.)

GC: And his opponent, from aisle seven of your local grocery store...Grocery BOY!!

(Various Checkout sounds followed by a girl saying "Clean up in Asile 7" plays over the speakers, and turns into "I can do anything" By 3OH!3 as Grocery Boy walks out from behind the curtain pushing a shopping cart full of various shelf stocking items. He hops into the cart as it flys down the ramp. He leans to the side to narrowly avoid the ring, causing the cart to tip over and Grocery Boy to fall out of the cart onto the floor.)

OC: Can somebody clean up the ring instead of aisle seven? Sack head here should be on ring crew.

CR: I dare you to say that to his face...or bag.

(GB starts with such a fury that his bag almost falls off. He tries a quick school boy and then meets Mosh with a stomach punch so when he hunches over, GB can hit a scissors kick. Another early pin attempt! GB's next move is a bulldog that goes awry when Mosh shoves him off and into the turnbuckle. GB bounces off and turns around right into a big boot! Mosh has to collect himself for a minute before the assault on GB begins. Forearms, strikes, a clothesline, a scoop slam, each move the Pretty Boy performs, its meant to give that extra effort in trying to hurt GB physically.)

CR: He's really hitting hard tonight.

OC: And looking stunning in the process. What a fella.

(Mosh attempted a suplex that GB floated over and out of but when GB ran off the ropes, he went face first into a superkick! Mosh covers and gets a near fall. He drags GB over a bit and stomps on him a couple times to keep him down. Mosh then ascends the turnbuckle and leaps off for a frog splash! However he took a little bit too much time and GB rolled away before impact! Both are slow to get up but when the do, Mosh meets GB with a knee to the gut. He tries to scoop slam him again but GB falls behind him. Mosh turns around and catches a kick from GB but it becomes an enzigiri! With Mosh in perfect position, GB climbs the turnbuckle and spins in the air perfectly for the Clean Up On Aisle Seven! GB covers and picks up a victory!)

GC: Here is your winner, Grocery Boy!!

OC: What?

CR: That was a needed win and was reminiscent of the Grocery Boy we remember.

OC: How does he keep that bag on his head this whole time. Must be price gunned to his neck or something.

(Grocery Boy gets up and yells to the crowd as he leaps onto the turnbuckles excited about his victory. He even runs past the ref trying to raise his hand so that he can slide out of the ring and celebrate with the fans!)

Winner: Grocery Boy

---COMMERCIAL---

(James Porter and Spike Daniels are backstage following their success earlier tonight. They are each receiving treatment following the post match attack from Midas and Houston.)

Porter: “That was quite a welcome to the company for you buddy!”

Daniels: “Thanks man. We just took out two men in one night and regardless of what those assholes did earlier, we still showed everybody in Vegas what we can do by getting the last laugh.”

(They smile and go to continue talking as they are being treated but there is a slow clap coming from off camera. They turn to the source and look perplexed as M.D.K. slowly wanders up.)

M.D.K.: “Congratulations tonight boys. What you did tonight was a... passable experience. And the fact you didn’t take the beating from Mr Houston and Mr Midas showed that you have the most sought after commodity in SCW... Bollocks to stand up and man up. For that I congratulate you.”

Daniels: “Thanks a lot man. Coming from you, that means something.”

Porter: “Yeah... But where does that leave us.”

M.D.K.: “Well those two funsters Dyer and Parker were meant to be in my tag team title match at Cancun Clash. As I see it, you two just beat them and categorically at that. The way I see it in this business, you have earned that shot at Tag Team Gold at Cancun Clash.”

(They both smile and shake hands with each other. Porter rests his arm on Daniels’ back and they both look at M.D.K.)

Daniels: “Oh man that is awesome! Thank you!”

M.D.K.: “Whoa there! I don’t see why you are both so buddy, buddy...”

Porter: “Meaning?”

M.D.K.: “Meaning that with the exception of Midas and Houston, the rest of the teams are to be drawn at random... That means you might be fighting each other for tag team gold come next week...”

(The hand gets removes from Daniels’ back and both men look at each other uneasily. M.D.K. smiles at the trouble caused.)

M.D.K.: “Just some food for thought boys... See you both later...”

(Ringside.

CR: "M.D.K. playing mindgames again! This time on the new guys!"

OC: "It's called fair! These bits of kids will learn quick enough!"

---COMMERCIAL---

Non-title: Jeremiah Belmont vs. Nobody

GC: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, 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 opponent, from London, England, he is the SCW United Champion...Jeremiah BELMONT!!

(The opening chords to "Cry Little Sister" begins to play as Jeremiah Belmont appears on the ramp. The fans begin to give a mixed reaction towards him and he ignores them, walking down the ramp he snarls at a fan who tried to touch him. When he reached the ring he slid under the ropes and tore off his leather trench coat revealing bare flesh with patch works of scars adorning his body like a patched work piece of art.)

CR: Big test for Nobody facing off against the United Champ.

OC: Jeremiah has Dorling in his sights. But I guess he can't look past Nobody.

CR: That's a double negative.

(Nobody and Jeremiah are about to square off when ‘Message of the Bhagavat’ hits the PA and Dorling appears on stage, dressed in jeans and a Team Dorling T-shirt, microphone in hand.)

OC: What’s this jerk doing here? Can’t he see there’s a match that’s supposed to be taking place right now?

DOR: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, and more importantly, Mr Belmont. I’ve come here to pass on a message directly to you, to give you something to think about as you enjoy your final Wildcard before Cancun Clash. I’d like to draw your attention, and indeed the attention of every body here, to the SinTron. Ladies and Gentlemen, this is what happened on the CPW relaunch show on Monday February 27th…

DOR: That’s right. What you just saw is your United Champion being defeated by the number one contender in a foreshadowing of what is going to happen at Cancun Clash.

Sections of the crowd cheer as Belmont rests his hands on his hips.

CR: Dorling will have to go some to repeat that at Cancun Clash; Belmont has been on a roll lately and they may have been just a small blip.

DOR: I shook your hand at the end of the match because you came at me hard, and I respect that. But don’t let that fool you into thinking that I will be doing anything other than going through you to grab the biggest gold of my career at the biggest event of the year. My advice? Enjoy the last match that you get to leave as United Champion because I’m coming for you and that belt…is mine.

OC: Dorling's an idiot! He's clearly overlooking the professor right now! He will pay for that later tonight.

(The bell rings and the match gets underway as Dorling makes his way to ringside, where he hops the barricade and sits in the front row. Belmont is distracted long enough by this so that Nobody can single leg take him down. Nobody's on top with elbow shots and strikes over and over really taking it to Belmont and showing who this match is really about! He pulls Belmont up from behind and hits a german suplex with a bridge that gets a near fall! Belmont virtually gets little to no offense off for at least half of this match as its all Nobody right now!)

CR: Tonight, Nobody will be noticed.

OC: Even I'll admit I'm really digging what this guy's got. Tonight he's gonna be a somebody!

CR: A win over the United Champion would really say something!

(Belmont finally gets a move off when Nobody attempts a gutwrench suplex but can't get Belmont up and over. Belmont shoves him off and Nobody runs right back into a spinebuster! Both men lay out til at least a five count. Nobody is up first and misses a high kick. Belmont goes running past him. He ducks a lariat from Nobody and off the ropes Belmont connects with a running big boot! He's still shaking off Nobody's beating when he picks Nobody up, Belmont takes a knee to the gut and then a DDT! Nobody rolls him over for a cover and a kickout. While on the mat, Nobody attempts to apply the Forgotten Times but he can't get it held on as Belmont squirms out of it and to the ropes. They get up. Nobody runs in. Belmont ducks it. Nobody stops himself on the corner and uses it to spring back and clothesline Belmont but he lands on his feet as Belmont catches him and hits the Darkside Drop!! Belmont hooks a leg in the cover and gets a three!)

GC: Here is your winner, Jeremiah Belmont!!

OC: And that's how Cancun Clash is going to end too Dorling! With Belmont as United Champion!

CR: Jeremiah really let his hardcore side show tonight not in his action but in his defense.

(Jeremiah heads right to the ropes and takes his title from the timekeeper and shows it to a specific part of the crowd. Dorling can be seen applauding before he gets up and exits backwards through the crowd, pointing to ‘Miah and motioning that the belt will soon be around his waist.)

Winner: Jeremiah Belmont

---COMMERCIAL---

(Skip Tripper is with Chris Mosh backstage who looks far from happy.)

Tripper: “Chris Mosh, you had the ignominy of defeat to the plucky Grocery Boy despite some pretty big talk from you earlier in the week. Can you tell us your direction ahead of Cancun Clash.”

Mosh: “Skippy boy, let me give you a list of names... Nelson Mandela, Emmeline Pankhurst, the Guildford Four, Lindy Chamberlain-Creighton and Chris Mosh. Can you tell me what all of these people have in common?”

Tripper: “They all lost something? Mandela his granddaughter, Pankhurst her right to vote, Guildford Four their freedom, Chamberlain-Creighton her baby to dingoes and Chris Mosh a match... Tonight?”

Mosh: “Very witty but no. They are all victims of injustices. The most recent being yours truly who was a victim of favouritism against the bag boy tonight...”

Tripper: “Favouritism?”

Mosh: “The masses can relate with the working class scum like Bag Boy but a superstar like me who is held on such a pedestal is a lifestyle that the masses can only dream about. They resent me which is why I lost.”

Tripper: “...O... K... So what are you going to do about it?”

Mosh: “What I have done already more like. You see, I saw the genius that is M.D.K. after my match and I pointed out my flaw was that I was all alone in a company of alliances. He pointed me in the right direction of a hired muscle to ensue injustices like the one you saw earlier on doesn’t happen again.”

(He ushers on an unseen figure who towers over Chris Mosh. Skip looks stunned as do the crowd. It’s Big Slick! His hair is not as well kept as it was before. It’s now grey and lank and Slick looks a little dazed.)

Mosh: “This right here is Big Slick. And thanks to a little wrangle by the great M.D.K., this beast is going to be my official tag team partner in the Tag Team title match at Cancun Clash...”

Tripper: “B-Big Slick! Welcome b-back b-big man!”

Slick: “It’s been a while Skippy. Now if you’ll excuse us, Mr Mosh and I have business to attend to.”

(He barges Skip out the way and clears a path for a smirking Mosh as we cut to ringside.)

CR: “Mosh and Slick a tag team at Cancun Clash?”

OC: “Watch out Legion of Doom!”

---COMMERCIAL---

(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

---COMMERCIAL---

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!)

OC: Ouch!

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

---COMMERCIAL---

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!!

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v11jrC_Smj4[/YOUTUBE]

GC: And his tag team partner, from Hershey, Pennsylvania...EXTREAM!!

[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aRn0MD5tRws[/YOUTUBE]

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

---COMMERCIAL---

(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.)