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3…2…1…BOOOOOOM!!!

(Cue the expensive fireworks and a latino instrumental version of ‘Hundred Mile High City’ by Ocean Colour Scene. The cameras pan around the excited Spanish crowd wearing their Spanish themed SCW Merchandise and holding up their signs such as ‘Dar Ex más tiempo de televisión!’ ‘Quiero estar en el Spanishtry no Sinistry’ ‘Jacob está de vuelta, asegúrese de proteger sus nueces!’ and ‘Traer de vuelta Styles y su cactus!’ As ever, our wonderful announcers are seated at ringside with Oscar sporting a stripy top and a beret, with a string of onions hanging curiously around his neck.)

CR: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Plaza La Cubierta in Madrid for this first ever international edition of SCW Wildcard! I’m Courtney Reynolds and this is a culturally confused Oscar Cruize!

OC: Bonjour!

CR: You do realise we’re in Spain Oscar?

OC: Oh yes, land of the baguette, Eiffel Tower, Monet and the Mountie.

CR: Erm Oscar, those are all things from France. Except the Mountie. Mounties are from Canada!

OC: France you say?

CR: Yes!

(Oscar reaches from under the desk and pulls out a plate of bratwurst. He looks at Courtney expectantly.)

CR: That’s Germany.

(He puts them down and brings out a pint of Guinness.)

CR: Ireland.

(The Guinness is replaced with a joint.)

CR: Holland.

(And now a Viking Helmet.)

CR: And that’s Norway. Quit while you’re ahead Oscar.

(Oscar puts the helmet back under the desk but brings back the Guinness so he can start to drink it.)

CR: We have an action packed show lined up for you tonight. What a way to continue from one of the most memorable events in history in Cancun Clash!

OC: Oh yes, all kinds of crap going down tonight. For example, the first match features a couple of nobodies.

CR: Well technically just one as Nobody takes on newcomer Ginger Gargano.

OC: Whatever.

CR: And then the return of SCW legend Stu Who as he takes on Chris Mosh!

OC: That’s marginally more exciting. Imagine if Nobody was facing Who though. Calling that match would be a joke. Nobody. Who? Nobody. Who? Nobody…

CR: …and then JT Midas takes on Sean Doherty and Spider Bait.

OC: Oh yeah, two guys that walked out losers in Cancun and a guy who beat Wakka. I mean come on, it was Wakka.

CR: Be that as it may Doherty looked good. Real good.

OC: You’re dribbling.

CR: Moving on!

OC: Perhaps that’s wise. Sinistry goon Brenda Vixen takes on old timer Michael Thunder next in what should be a dreary match.

CR: Cheer up Oscar.

OC: I’m wearing a beret.

CR: Adrien Specter, the psychopathic Hardcore Champion teams with The Wolf to take on losing Hardcore Challenger Damien Lester – who is somehow still alive – and a man who tried valiantly in the SureShot but came up short in Matt Mattlock.

OC: Get rid of Wolf and Mattlock and put the other two outside so more people can be set on fire!

CR: That’s not going to happen Oscar. Our penultimate match sees hometown boy Jacob Wright taking on former TV Champion Paradox McSweeney.

OC: This place will explode if he gets a kick to the nuts in.

CR: Quite. I imagine this place is going to get loud for the main event too, as new Global Champion Extream teams with the new tag champs Jo McFarlane and James Porter and SureShot winner Chris Strike to take on Jeremiah Belmont, Insomnia, Shelbi Lynn and Sabra Nikolayev.

OC: Some say it’s winners v losers. I am one of those some.

CR: Others can look beyond that.

OC: I’m a petty Frenchman for today.

CR: Brilliant. Let’s get this show underway.


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Ginger Gargano vs. Nobody

GC: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...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, debuting tonight from Hell's Kitchen, New York...Ginger GARGANO!!

(Ginger walks out and points high to the ceiling. She does a lap of the ring and then stands on the apron sneering before raising her hand high in the air again.)

OC: This girl seems...interesting.

CR: We'll see if she can make an impact against Nobody, who could use a pick me up after the Clash.

(We're only about a minute into the match. Ginger and Nobody have exchanged headlocks and hip tosses when the crowd erupts into boos as Doug E. Fresh appears on the stage. His black hood covers his eyes however he's wearing an intent-filled scowl. Then, Brenda Vixen and Scott Black flank his sides...

and a large man wearing a black hood and a mask comes out behind them. His identity is unknown.)

CR: Please don't tell me the Sinistry is here to interfere in this match!

OC: That guy, he must be the newest recruit Doug has been referring to. My goodness he must be well over six feet tall and 300lbs!!

(They come down to the ring and Doug steps onto the apron. Ginger and Nobody both stop what they're doing and they look to team up and attack Doug when Brenda and Scott enter from the sides of the ring and commence a beat down on both of them. The ref calls for the bell immediately.)

CR: Well clearly, the professor is upset about how Cancun Clash went for his Sinistry and he's here in Spain to dish out some punishment.

(Doug sits in the corner of the ring in a sort of prayer with his eyes wide open watching the action take place. Brenda takes her partner from Cancun, Nobody and applies her modified gogoplata, CRY! The ref tries to get her to let go but Scott Black shoves him away. Ginger gets up and before she can escape the ring, she's grabbed with a choke by the tall huge athlete who came to the ring with them. And he lifts her by the neck slamming her down with a thunderous choke slam!)

OC: That was massive! Are we going to find out who this man is?

(Brenda finally releases her hold and Scott rolls Nobody out of the ring. Ginger gets kicked away as well and the large man takes a mic from the timekeeper and sets it down by Doug who is still sitting on his knees in the corner. He takes it with one hand and slowly lifts it to his lips amid the booing fans.)

Doug: No one shall falsely masquerade as this company's messiah. I will take back the crown which was stolen from me. And you all will believe in the power of the Sinistry!

(He drops the mic and raises his arms to the sky. Brenda and Scott pose on the turnbuckles as the large man stands motionless in the center of the ring.)

CR: That was a very clear statement from an unhappy professor.

OC: He wasn't the one who was pinned in the main event of Cancun Clash! The Global Championship WAS stolen from him by Extream!

Winner: No contest.

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[EARLIER TONIGHT]

The camera is fixated on the entrance to the carpark, shuffling a bit as the sounds of engineers speaking can be heard in the background, some getting airtime as they wheel containers from and to the arena itself. With a distant sound of screeching, the camera zooms in on the actual threshold to the parking lot, as a worn down, cheap looking taxi comes speeding in, halting just before the cameraman, as the door swings open and out pops Sean Doherty.

SEAN DOHERTY: Well man, any craic?

Sean slams the door shut, the sound of metal on concrete can be heard as Sean looks over both shoulders, realizing a hub cap has fallen off due to the force in-which he closed the door, shrugging his shoulders and ignoring it as he bends over to the open front window and hands the driver some money, making his way to the trunk of the taxi which he opens, retrieving his bags.

CAMERAMAN: So Sean, you looking forward to your match tonight with JT Midas and Spider-Bait?

Slamming down the trunk Sean slaps it twice as the driver pulls away, Sean staring at the camera with a confused look on his face.

SEAN DOHERTY: Who?!?

As Sean turns his attention to his bags, picking one up in each hand, the camera zooms in and takes notice of movement within one of the large duffebags. What appears to be kicks and punches are being thrown against the fabric, Sean continues walking forward.

CAMERAMAN: Sean...ehm, what's in the bag? Something's moving in there!

SEAN DOHERTY: Movin'? Nah man, tiz just me mobile, tiz ringin' inside me bag yano, will be alrigh'!!

As Sean says this, he drops the bag in-which the cameraman detected movement and stomps on it twice with fury as the movement stops. Picking the bag back up again, Sean looks at the camera.

SEAN DOHERTY: See, shtopped ringin'! I'll chat tya' later man, good luck!

With that Sean turns his back and makes his way into the arena, the cameraman zooming in one more time on the moving bag which remains still, as the footage comes to a conclusion.

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OC: What's in that bag?

CR: Perhaps its something alive??

OC: Oooh spooky.


Stu Who 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 Queens, New York...Stu WHO!!!!!

(The arena darkens.

"And during the few moments we have left, I want to talk, right down to earth, in a language that everybody here, can easily understand."

The growling guitar riff of 'Cult of Personality' by the Living Colour pounds out across the PA, Stu Who bursting from the curtain amid a cascade of blue pyro. Strutting to the edge of the stage, he removes his sunglass and hurls them into the crowd there, before walking to the other side and doing the same with his baseball cap. He then marches down to the ring, slapping hands with as many fans as possible, smiling and shoting to them, before sliding under the bottom rope, leaping to his feet and scaling the far turnbuckle. He holds open the flaps of his leather jacket a moment, before raising his fist to the air, ten thousand fans following suit. He grins at them all for a moment before dropping down to start the match.)

CR: I don't know about you Oscar but I for one am glad to see the hall of famer back in a SCW ring.

OC: Chris Mosh will be happy to beat the rust off of him.

(As Stu is still playing up the crowd by the ropes, Mosh hits him from behind to start the match. He's has him against the ropes with some kicks and chops before whipping him across the ring. Stu ducks a clothesline and then stops behind Mosh. When Mosh turns around, Stu leaps up and throws Mosh over with a perfect hurricanrana! Mosh rolls to the outside only to grab Stu by the ropes and hang him over them. He then springs into the ring with a flying clothesline! Mosh gets a two count after that and then takes over the match for a few minutes continuing to work on the veteran and that includes putting him into a sharpshooter for nearly a minute.)

OC: Mosh is making quite the statement against Stu Who!

CR: I'm 150% sure that Stu has plenty in the tank but we can definitely see a great showing right now out of Mosh.

(After a scoop slam, Mosh goes high risk but misses on a frog splash! That gives Stu the chance to get up and he does so bringing a fight back to Mosh! He brings him over with three consecutive dragonscrews and after the third, Mosh falls to the middle rope allowing Stu to run across the ring and hit the 1-5-0! Stu springs back into the ring but falls onto a boot from Mosh! With Stu stunned, Mosh runs off the ropes and attempts to comeback with another big boot but Stu ducks this one and on the next rebound, Stu gets a good piece of the Stu-Per kick on Mosh that sends him reeling. He falls into the corner with his back exposed and loyal SCW fans stand up knowing whats next as Stu runs in with his knees right into the small of the back hitting the WHO DUNNIT!! Mosh is thrown to the mat and Stu hooks both legs getting the three count!)

GC: Here is your winner...Stu WHO!!

CR: Opponents over the years have said they never saw Stu coming. That's why. Stu Who returns to SCW and gets the win.

OC: Give credit to Chris Mosh! He took it to the veteran. Wrestling here isn't the same as it was a couple years ago.

(Stu gets to the turnbuckle and starts a classic 'who loves you' to the crowd as they're excited to see him back. The ref raises his hand while Mosh rolls away. Stu continues to celebrate as we break.)

Winner: Stu Who

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The audience in the arena still in a commotion after the last match finally return to their seats, their expectations high that the rest of the night will be just as good, if not better than the first part of the show. It doesn't take long for them to get their wish, as the lights in the arena cut to black.

As the intro to "Ghost Walking" By Lamb of God] 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.

OC: Great, she's not even scheduled to be out here.

CR: Why do I get the feeling we're in for something rare tonight?

OC: What? We have to hear Shelbi talk about her personal problems on live TV?

CR: Not what I meant Oscar, I was thinking more like we haven't seen Shelbi out in the ring with a microphone in her hand in a long time.

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.

OC: I'm sure she's got a lot to say after losing at Cancun Clash, but at least at home I TeVo the show, so I can skip her parts. The only time I like watching Shelbi in the ring is when she's getting groped.

CR: She's getting a lot of flak for not wanting to be touched innappropriately, I wonder if that's what she's out here for. Either way, I guess we'll find out now.

Shelbi reaches down outside of the ring to grab a microphone, and stands intently in the center of the ring as she waits for the crowd to settle down.

SLC: The last time I stepped foot in Spain, I spoke with a man in Madrid about his views on the world. Do you know what he told me? 'Lo importante es que hablen de ti, aunque sea bien.' For those of you watching that don't speak spanish, that means 'The important thing is that people talk about you, even if they speak well.' He was quoting Salvador Dali, but that's not the important part. He said something that rings more true today than ever before in my life, and why I'm so happy to be back in Madrid.

The crowd pops in response to Shelbi talking about their hometown.

SLC: See, I've come to realize that my name, though it gets thrown around poorly, is being uttered by my competition more and more recently, that I'm making a name for myself, because they recognize my existance. Even bad publicity is still publicity, and the fact that our Global Champion, Extream, feels fit to mention me is a sign that he's still threatened. True, he doesn't show me any respect, but then again, he never has. I'll take what I can get, and I've forgotten one thing. I need to be happy with what I have. I need to appreciate that I may not be a champion, but I'm a household name. How awesome is that?

The crowd cheers for the most part, the crowd still unsure how to recieve Shelbi's new attitude.

SLC: The reason I'm out here tonight though, it isn't to talk about myself, but to talk about my opponents, the people who have slandered my good name. James Porter, he didn't even acknowledge me, so screw him. But there's Extream, Jo McFarlane, and Chris Strike. Let me start with the only woman out of that odd bunch. Jo, I watched what you said about me, and you know what? I'm not a fucking stripper. But you know what, then again, I'm not a redheaded slut either. You're okay with all the guys backstage groping you, aren't you?

OC: I knew she was going to bring this up!

CR: And you're enjoying every moment of it, aren't you?

OC: I'm just thinking about Jo at a strip club. That's hot.

CR: What are you doing down there? Oh god! Oscar, put that away!

SLC: I remember what it was like to be a young girl backstage, surrounded by meatheads that all wanted to sleep with you, I'm not stupid. Watch out Jo, half the guys out back got the clap from their groupies before you were ten. Just remember this, most of the time you and I have been in the ring against each other, I've come out on top. You're still the rookie as far as I'm concerned, and though I respect what you've done to further women in wrestling, I'm not intimidated by you.

She pauses to look out into the crowd, listening to a Spaniard talk trash to her.

SLC: What's that? I'm afraid of Extream? Oh no, not at all man. I respect his wrestling ability, but he's just a transitional champion. Next time he steps into a ring one-on-one with anyone that's not been savagely beaten, he's going to lose that gold. Yeah, that's right, I hope you hear me backstage Ex, because I'm talking about you. You've done a lot in your tenure in wrestling, and you've finally achieved the ultimate goal, you've finally won the Global Championship. Congrats, I hope you cherish this moment, because it isn't going to last long. These people deserve to see something they haven't seen in a long time. They deserve to see a champion that has honor, that respects them, a people's champion. They deserve to see something they haven't seen since Bella Lepanzer held that championship, they deserve a female champion. Because you aren't the hero that Gotham needs... sorry, I watched the Dark Knight recently... anyway, I have worked my ass off, you're right Ex, I'm glad that you noticed that, but to follow up a compliment with a back handed remark, that's low. You don't have to bow to me and say I'm better than you, all I have to do is pin you. See, the world has been afraid to see a strong, dominant female on top of a wrestling company in a long time, because their fear of their fetish of dominatrix women taking over and punishing everyone, but fear not, because I'm not evil, I'm no dominatrix. Under all the tattooes, under all the makeup, I'm still just a friendly, loving woman that actually gives a shit what people think about them.

Shelbi pauses again, this time holding her ribs in pain as she tries to recover her breath.

SLC: I don't care that I'm injured, I care too much about making a point, standing up to my own personal demons, and pulling out a win tonight, with the help of Insomnia, Jeremiah Belmont, and Sabra, because I know those three have the same hunger to win that I do, they want to prove something. Unlike Chris Strike, the man with the golden opportunity, the man that could take Extream's championship at any moment, just as long as Ex is down. Madrid, wouldn't you love to see that happen tonight? I know I sure as hell would. Come on Chris, think about it, what better way to showcase your abilities than to let Ex get beaten, and then come back with an easy win to take the top spot in the company on the road? You're the unknown factor in all of this, and that's why I'm curious to see how you're going to interact. Hell, how about this, you just let Ex get his ass handed to him, sit back and watch, while the four of us take the energy out of him. You let me beat him, and I'll help you get that Global Championship around your waist. Now, do you trust me is the question? And so it should be, I turned on a friend a few weeks ago, what investments do I have in you? Is this just a mindgame, or do I really want to screw Ex over that badly? See, Madrid, there's a high price to pay being the Global Champ, you're a walking target. Ex, I've got my sights on you, and I'm ready to pull the trigger.

She drops the microphone, and as her music kicks back in, proceeds to walk back up the entrance ramp.

OC: I know! I know! It's mindgames!

CR: I think that was supposed to be a rhetorical question Oscar.

OC: Take your silent h else where Courtney, I don't believe in SAT level vocabulary. Shove your doctrine of educated responses down someone elses esophogas.

CR: There's so many things wrong with that, I'm just going to let it go. Strong words from Shelbi Lynn Carter. Will she earn the trust of her team? Only time will tell.

OC: Doug's first in line to get his title back. Shelbi better not forget that!

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The scene fades in; JT Midas stares into the camera, sunglasses over his eyes and wearing the new SCW black and white T-shirt. He has a microphone, and begins to speak into it.

Midas: Just over a week ago, at Cancun Clash, I was embarassed in my tag team championship match. I started the day off just as any other. I was cool, I was calm, and I was ready to take what was rightfully mine. I was ready to become the new SCW Tag Team Champion, but my partner, Caleb Houston, didn't see things my way. Instead, when Caleb Houston showed up at the arena, he was far from fit to compete.

The crowd boos, understanding that JT Midas is simply making excuses for his weak performance at the Clash.

Midas: I demanded, that night, that management simply call off the match, and grant us a true tag team match against a real tag team at a later date. Instead, Caleb Houston and I were unfairly forced to compete, and Sin City Wrestling made a complete mockery of the tag team championships by granting them to a joke of a team in James Porter and Jo McFarlane! Therefore, I have been left with no other choice.

Midas puts his head down, the jeers quieting down a bit in anticipation of what he would say. He lifts his head, a fire in his eyes.

Midas: I QUIT!

The fans erupt, cheering and laughing mockingly at the tag team superstar as he throws his microphone off scene, stomping away to the back.

OC: He's leaving!

CR: But what about the triple threat match? It's up next!!

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Spider-Bait vs. Sean Doherty

GC: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Dublin, Ireland...Sean DOHERTY!!

(As the violin opens the song and the accordion melody kicks in, the lights fall dim and with each strum of the guitar strings things become lighter, the titantron video plays and as we enter the coming together and tin-whistle to Dropkick Murphy's "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" the arena becomes filled with emerald green lights, every few seconds a burst of orange and white blending in as Sean Doherty appears on the stage. Dressed in an old pair of torn jeans, black, dirty boots and an AC/DC t-shirt, "The Irish Heartbreaker" makes his way down the aisle, darting straight for the ring, stepping up the steel and entering through the middle rope. As the fans cheer and his music plays, Sean raises his hand before it all finishes and he focuses on the matter at hand.)

GC: And his opponent, from Hallelujah Junction, California...SPIDER-BAIT!!

(The rhythmic beat of “Hallucinogen” by Infected Mushroom resounds throughout the Luxor PA, its entrancing cadence capturing the attention of those attending. Spider-Bait stumbles through the curtains and onto the main stage, a solitary spotlight highlighting his appearance. After a brief moment of awkwardly adjusting his mask and anxiously looking over the arena, Spider-Bait’s head begins to bob in rhythm with his music. A raised hand reaches for the sky, an open-palmed ‘fist’ pump enslaved by the throbbing beat. Spider-Bait bounces down the ramp, randomly pointing at members of the crowd as he passes them. He leaps onto the ring curtain and hurls himself over the ropes.)

CR: So I guess this is going to be a one on one match then?

OC: I don't blame Midas for walking out. He deserved better.

(Sean and Spider circle the ring. Sean can't catch Spider early on as he's fast moving around the ring and after each attempt, Spider throws a kick at him. Finally get gets ahold of him by trapping him in the corner but Spider ducks away and runs off the ropes. He leaps onto Sean who throws him off but Spider lands on his feet. Sean runs off the ropes and attempts to attack Spider with a really sloppy dropkick that Spider sidesteps. Spider then springboards off the ropes with a moonsault onto the back of Sean! Spider continues to get the best of Sean with his speed as this match continues while Sean gets some offense using his head to stun Spider here and there with headbutts.)

OC: I've never seen a man take so much punishment to his cranium.

CR: The skull is a hard hitting weapon and its been Sean's primary attack right now as the elusive Spider-Bait continues to wear him out.

(Spider catches Sean with a leaping knee. Running off the ropes, Spider gets met by a heavy knee to the gut. Sean slams him down and stumbles over to the ropes. The brawler makes an ill decision going to the top to hit a diving headbutt as Spider rolls away and it misses. Spider then hits a couple falling dropkicks keeping the speed up and keeping Sean down at the same time! Then we get a funny crowd reaction because as Spider went to the apron and started to ascend the turnbuckle, a little green wearing fella appears with a green hat and red beard.)

OC: It's a midget!

CR: No stupid. It's a leprechaun!

OC: Those aren't real!

(Spider jumps off the top rope as the little leprechaun slowly climbs the steps and gets on the apron. He's smoking a cigarette too and Spider's looking at the little guy very confused. He offers Spider a smoke but he turns it down pointing out how the mask doesn't allow for it to happen. Sean's back up and rushes over to the scene telling the leprechaun to go away. He won't listen and Spider hits a jawbreaker. He turns around and waves to the leprechaun but when he turns back to Sean, he's back up and he catches Spider with the Paddy Power Punch! Sean falls over top of Spider-Bait and picks up a victory.)

GC: Here is your winner, Sean Doherty!!

OC: You can chalk that one up to the little guy.

CR: For once you're right. It actually provided a distraction to Spider but it seemed like Sean didn't want him to be there.

OC: You don't think...

(Sean stands up and the ref raises his hand for a moment to signify the victory but then he leaves the ring and is looking for the leprechaun but the little guy disappeared likely under the ring. Cameras can't find him either. A confused Sean then walks off raising his hand again in victory.)

Winner: Sean Doherty

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(We go backstage at the Bernabau where Marvin Peabody is standing by with the new SCW Television Champion David Cyclone. He is wearing a Barcelona football shirt which immediately gains a majority of boo’s from the crowd.)

MP: Ladies and Gentleman I am standing by with the new SCW Television Champion David Cyclone.

DC: Not only new Television Champion Marvin, but the newest member in that elite group of Grand Slam Winners here in Sin City Wrestling.

MP: Cyclone you come here tonight without a match, without a celebration party, what exactly are your plans here for tonight?

DC: Well Marvin it’s real simple, I was going to have a celebration party, I was going to have the biggest siesta this country has ever seen. But the truth is, it didn’t feel like the right place to do so.

(The crowd boo some more at the TV Champion.)

MP: How do you mean?

DC: Well the truth is Marvin this is the homeland of Jacob Wright.

(The crowd instantly cheer at the mention of their hometown hero.)

DC: And Jacob Wright was the man I pinned at Cancun Clash to win this championship belt.

(The crowds reaction instantly changes to that of jeers.)

DC: So you see Marvin I don’t know if I can even go out in front of all those people tonight…I could be murdered…or even worse they could steal my championship belt.

MP: So you’re here just to support your fellow STD stable buddies?

DC: Yes, that and there is an important match taking place between the two men I beat at Cancun Clash…I feel I should keep a close eye on that one.

(Just as Cyclone finishes Sean Panache walks into shot to even more boo’s from the Spanish fans.)

DC: And what brings you here? Come to see Grandpa Thunder lose to a girl?

SP: Ha Ha funny Cyc. No you see the reason I am here tonight is to witness the One Ring Circus take another step forward in being declared the greatest stable in this company and over in the TFWF.

DC: What by seeing an old man beat up a girl? Seriously mate…how about you try and prove something by facing a real champion, rather than someone who’s not even smart enough to make his own decisions…let alone compete in a wrestling match.

SP: What you think that your little stable, with it’s shitty name is better than the Circus?

DC: Yeah! I went to the circus down the road before the show…it was really shit…I couldn’t understand a thing the conductor was saying, and instead of an elephant they used a hippo with a hosepipe tied to his nose.

SP: Again…funny. But you know full well that not one member of your stable could beat M.D.K alone, let alone all three of you take on all of us.

(Cyclone smirks at Panache.)

DC: History lesson Sean, I beat M.D.K. five years ago last week. Guess how many times he’s beaten me? That’s right a big fat zero. So once your stable has finished messing around in the little leagues…how about you grow some balls and take a real challenge…until then I’ll be walking around and defending this belt.

(Cyclone slaps his title belt before walking off and leaving Sean looking furious.)

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After the commercial break the arena is in a chorus of boos as the McDaniel’s stand tall in the ring.

“Oh people silence. You should be glad to have the McDaniel’s in front of you and on your TV screen. I mean you act as if I actually care if you boo me”

Ashleigh says as she shakes her head laughing. Ashleigh leans on Darryl as she looks up at the ceiling and drops her head.

“Stu-Who I see ya returned while I was on a hiatus, good shit! But just like the tag team belts are back…. so are the McDaniel’s! I’ve been away for a long…looooong time and I felt like I needed to return, and I brought along 210 pounds of sexy muscle, Darryl McDaniel. “

Ashleigh walks around the ring until she sees a poster that catches her attention…. “We Came to See Shelbi” sign.

‘Shelbi… Shelbi..Shelllbbiiiiiii, I see you’re still around playing the little bitch who thought she could when in reality you CAN’T! You yammered on and on, jumping and shouting about “Oh give me a shot, oh give me a shot, I’ll do the Impossible, I will accomplish what Trashleigh has failed to do”…. And what do you do… Not win the Global Championship that’s for sure as I knew you wouldn’t. Howeverrrrrrrr at Cancun Clash you were the true epitome of a loser, you redefined what a loser was. You managed to lose your fiancé but yet another child… THANK GOD for that act of mercy!”

You suck chants erupted through the building while Darryl got irritated and rubbed Ashleigh’s shoulders.

"Oh Boo fucking Hoo people, go cry a river like that bitch Shelbi is right now over all her loses. Hey Darry (Darryl looks at her with intense seriousness) I think Danny Boy better put that pyscho on suicide watch because that bitch just might blow. (They both bend over in laughter as the crowd continues to boo and now throw debris in the ring at them). Hey Shelbi even I managed to have a kid.”

The McDaniel’s fan the crowd to try to get them to settled down.

“Shut up! Or I’ll walk out right now!” Ashleigh demanded.

The boos grew even louder, as one fan shouted “kick her ass Shelbi”

“You ingrates get on my damn nerves… Moving on now we have dear sweet feeble Sabra, Hey I see you stopped pissing with the puppies to now rolling with the big dogs.. Good stuff. Although there’s only one Alpha Bitch in this pack and even sucking on Doug and fucking the big wigs will achieve you that title you ditzy broad.”

Darryl mocks the crowd as Ashleigh continues her rant.

“And Extream, I see you cashed in and won the big one, clap, clap. You did your impossible but proved my reality that even with the Global Championship around your waist you’re still not shit. (she takes a deep breath and then exhales) it’s good to know nothing has changed. So consider this as me putting SCW on notice that the BITCH is Back!

Ashleigh throws the mic down as the dangerous duo leaves the ring, SCW goes on commercial break.

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CR: That certainly is the kind of attitude we're used to from Ashleigh.

OC: Why not! She's always been the alpha-female here but the competition is as fierce for her as ever!

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Brenda Vixen vs. Michael Thunder

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, representing the Sinistry...Brenda VIXEN!!

(The music came on blasting through the speakers as Brenda and Scott together are wearing long black trench coats and shades on their faces. They both walked down the ramp together not even paying attention to the fans. They slide under the bottom at the same time. They starts to take off their coats tossing them to the side. Scott sit in the corner on the top rope as Brenda stand in front him in between his legs as he rub her shoulders talking into her ear as they just grin evilly.)

GC: And her opponent, 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.)

CR: Here's another match pitting a member of the Sinistry versus a member of the ORC. Though this isn't a "trials" match, Brenda could certainly give the Sinistry a rebound after the Clash given Devin's defeat and Doug's title loss.

OC: You don't mention that in public. And I wonder where Devin was tonight? Was he replaced by that mystery man?

(The match starts off with Brenda trying to assert herself but each of her grapples are countered by the wise technician that Thunder is. He slips out of her suplex attempts and goes behind her waistlock. Thunder then catches Brenda with an eye rake followed by a forearm that turns her around so he can finish the combo with a german suplex. He bridges it for a cover but only gets two. Thunder takes over for a few minutes stomping at her arm and and back and going to his submission game. However, when they're both standing, he attempts to put on a hammerlock but Brenda counters with an elbow. She then turns around to give him a heart punch that Thunder hunches over afterward. This allows Brenda to take him by the head and deliver a bulldog! Two count!)

CR: A lot of back and forth in this match. Brenda feels like she has a lot to prove to the Sinistry while Thunder is exuding confidence.

OC: At the moment, Brenda has the advantage. I'm kinda torn for my love of the Circus and faith in the Sinistry.

CR: And your delusions of grandeur.

(Brenda continues her attack with consecutive scoop slams and then a bear hug that she keeps on for a minute or so until she feels like Thunder is worn out. She drops him and throws Thunder into the corner. Brenda preps for and starts a handspring back elbow smash. However, Thunder ducks away from it and Brenda hits the corner. Thunder hoists her to the turnbuckle and climbs up while giving her a couple punches to keep her out of it so he can execute a top rope belly to belly suplex!! Thunder covers and she kicks out barely before three. Thunder pulls her to her feet by the half nelson and that's when Scott Black gets up to the apron. Thunder drops Brenda and goes forward moving the ref out of the way so he can knock Scott down himself with a hard forearm. He turns back to Brenda who quickly brings him into a small package and gets a fast three count!!)

GC: Here is your winner, Brenda Vixen!!

OC: She did it! What a win for Brenda Vixen.

CR: Well thanks to Scott Black for making his presence known.

OC: The same thing could of happened if Kovalenko or Rampage were out here. She just used the tactic first.

CR: Either way, that gives the Sinistry the win over the ORC to counteract their win at the Clash.

(Brenda quickly leaves the ring to grab her husband Scott. Thunder sits up looking angry in the ring as Brenda and Scott backpedal up the ramp raising their hands in victory.)

Winner: Brenda Vixen

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(MDK is walking backstage talking on his cell phone.)

MDK: I love my European vacation. I can do as I please, however I please. But don't get me wrong, I still assert my authority and I know how to make money. Next week we're in Rome right? Well how about this, those four guys in the tag team match coming up next, I'm going to have all four of them in a fatal four way match for the Hardcore title next week! European fans deserve a title match mate.

(MDK continues talking as he walks into his office. Right before he closes the door, we catch a glimpse of Gryphon sitting in there waiting for him.)

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CR-There is a celebratory atmosphere here in Madrid tonight…and we’re not celebrating Oscar finally coming out of his hotel room…

OC-Cheap shot Court, I was just enjoying some alone time with a few friends.

CR-…And how long did it take to blow those friends up?

OC-Screw you, I’m obligated to be here…but I’m not obligated to be nice to you…I could be an asshole too if I want.

CR-Ok…

(Silence…Oscar grumbles something you can’t make out…)

CR-Ok…well lets go to Capes in the ring.

(Cameras cut to the ring, Capes is smiling as he says…)

Capes-Ladies and Gentleman…You’re new SCW Global Heavyweight Champion…EXTREAM!!

(Madrid erupts into a deafening cheer for the new champ, confetti and balloons starts to fall from the sky as “Killing in a name of” kicks in on the P.A. system…Ex pops out from the back with a huge smile on his face…chair in hand…something is missing…the title…Ex holds his finger up for us to wait a moment, then he waives someone out…)

CR-These fans are going crazy, wouldn’t you say Oscar?

OC-Cheering for him, they’d have to be crazy…and this idiot comes out without his title…how long did you try to get your hands on it and now…

(BJ comes walking out from behind the curtain with the title belt, laying it over Ex’s shoulder and sticking a leg up in the air as she pecks him on the cheek. Extream looks confident as he throws his arm up in the air with the title clenched tight in his hand…the fans erupt again…and the pair make their way to the ring through the downpour of balloons and confetti, slapping hands with as many fans as possible down to the ring.)

CR-Shut up pretty quick when Bobbie Joe came out now didn’t you?

OC-What can I say, she scares me more than he does. I remember one time, a few years back, she caught me staring at her ass…and she Jacobed me…right in the sweet spot…I pissed blood for weeks…

CR-Too much information…How about you just sit there and watch your best friend address this crowd in silence.

(Oscar stays silent as Ex and BJ walk up the ring steps…she sits on the ropes spreading them open for Ex and he climbs in, going right for the corner, stepping up to the second rope and holding the title high above his head to the delight of the rowdy crowd once again. He hops down and moves to the middle of the ring, showing off the title again with BJ as eye candy to the side…Oscar can be heard sighing…before BJ walks to the ropes and calls for a mic, receiving it and handing it off to Ex and they stand there soaking in the crowd…the moment.)

OC-Oh just say something already…my god, you’d think it was his first time.

(Ex looks over at Oscar, so does BJ, Oscar holds his notes up in front of his face as a response and Ex finally looks back to the crowd…still smiling ear to ear as one would expect.)

Ex-How amazing it feels to be standing in this ring with this title here in Madrid tonight!

(fans pop for themselves.)

Ex-Just in case you missed it…lets take a look at the end of Cancun Clash and my moment of glory one more time.

(Ex points up to the big screen and the footage begins to play)

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(The cameras focus back on Ex and he has the remnants of tears in his eyes once again. BJ pulls out a hanky and wipes Ex’s eyes for him and he moves himself back to the middle of the ring.)

Ex-Even now I stand here in front of you humbled by the moment. I went from being the laughing stock of the company, the punching bag everyone wanted a session with, to the Global Heavyweight Champion and folks, even I can’t believe it.

(BJ leans in whispering something in his ear.)

Ex-You’re right, I do deserve it…and these fans deserve to see that look on Doug’s face whenever they want…which is why this beautiful woman came up with the idea for the Sad Doug T-shirt.

(The cameras pan around to the fans, a very large majority of them wearing the said “sad Doug” shirt…cameras focus on one shirt, zooming in to get a good shot of it up on the big screen…

…and the fans along with Ex and BJ join in on a shared laugh at Doug’s expense.)

Ex-The self-appointed deity of the wrestling ring was proved to be nothing more than anyone else. Doug’s moment turned into my moment and here I stand…adorned with gold…holding onto the one title that everyone in this business wants to get their hands on…and Madrid let me tell you right now, if someone wants to take this title from me, they will have to pry it from my cold dead hands…and tonight…


OC-Is it just me or does it sound like he is totally out of his element, Courtney? That’s a Heston line…he’s ripping off actors now?

CR-I think he is just overwhelmed by it all right now…give him a few days…having that belt is a huge weight for one to carry…I bet you by the end of the night he will be carrying himself like the Champion he is.

Ex-…Tonight I am going to…

(Just as it starts to feel like Ex is choking the moment, Message of the Bhagavat by Shelter hits the P.A. system and the fans start cheering like mad again…Ex looks intrigued as does BJ, and they both turn to the top of the ramp and stare on as Dorling comes walking out, his shiny new United title wrapped around his waist and a bottle of champagne in his hand…he eggs on the crowd a little before pulling the mic up to his mouth…but Ex cuts him off…)

Ex-Dorling man, you’ve already congratulated me…there’s no need to overdo it.

Dorling-You think I’m out here to congratulate you? I’m not out here to congratulate you.

Ex-Then what? You want to thank me for saving Insomnia the embarrassment of tapping out at the Clash to Shelbi?

Dorling-Nope…that’s not it either.

Ex-Then what? You just out here to ruin my celebration?

Dorling-I don’t need to be as petty as all that Ex.

Ex-Then what, what brings Mr. Dorling out here during what was supposed to be my celebratory moment?

Dorling-I’m here to make your celebration my celebration.

Ex-Then by all means…who am I to deny a man his title celebration…

(BJ shakes her head and Ex puts a hand on her shoulder as Dorling enters the ring.)

Dorling-You know what, somebody get me three glasses, I’m going to share this out.

(A venue worker in black runs off backstage to get some glasses.)

Dorling-I guess it’s worth saying again one more time – well done, Ex.

(Ex smiles and Dorling winks at BJ, who frowns.)

Dorling-You’ve done something very few get to do in this business. You’ve worked hard and climbed up rung by rung until you’ve reached the top of that ladder. And there you are, much like Chris Strike in the SureShot match, teetering at the top looking down on us all.

Ex-Err…thanks?

(The worker returns with 3 glasses and Dorling gives him the bottle so he can pour out the champagne.)

Dorling-But that’s the thing with ladders.

Ex-What is?

Dorling-They’re not like chairs Ex, they’re not sturdy and dependable. They’re unstable and, when you get to the top, unfeasibly narrow.

Ex-What’s your point?

Dorling-It’s a lot easier to fall off of the ladder when you’re at the top Ex. It’s also a lot easier to be pushed off.

Ex-And you’re going to push me off are you?

(The worker offers Ex a glass of champagne but he ignores him entirely. BJ takes a glass though, as does Dorling.)

Dorling-No, not right now.

Ex-Not right now you say?

Dorling-Look, it may not be tomorrow, it may not be next week but I guarantee you one thing Ex – I will be Global Champion. It makes no difference to me if I have to go through you, Doug, Insomnia, Shelbi – anyone.

Ex-That United Title has gone to your head already…hasn’t it?

Dorling-I beg to differ my man – this belt around my waist merely confirmed what I already knew.

Ex-And what’s that, you’re second best?

Dorling-No, that this is my year.

Ex-So this is why you came out here? To make thinly veiled threats and make yourself look like a big man?

Dorling-Nope. I came out here to offer you a lesson, and it relates very much back to my ladder talk.

Ex-I’m the Global Champion, and undefeated when ladders are involved, what do you think you can teach me?

Dorling-The fragility of your position. Remember, you don’t have a lot of wiggle room at the top of the ladder Ex. One little nudge is all it would take to fall.

Ex-Stop talking in riddles, what do you want?

Dorling-I want to offer you a challenge.

(The crowd cheers at this.)

Ex-Name your terms.

Dorling-Ok, here it is. In the run up to Cancun Clash I heard a little birdy tell me that our new Global Champion is undefeated in ladder matches, am I right?

Ex-I just told you that…but to your point, You are correct.

Dorling-Well here’s my challenge. In an effort to show you how delicate your lofty position is, and in an effort to show the fans in Italy a good time I propose that we give them the United Champion v The Global Champion next week!

(The crowd pops like crazy at the prospect.)

Ex-I’m…

Dorling-…In a ladder match!

(Ex raises an eyebrow and the crowd erupt further. BJ looks concerned…but Ex looks intrigued.)

Ex-So you wanna play it like that do ya? What’s the prize hanging over the ladder?

Dorling-Your Global Title!

Ex-I don’t think the bosses will…

Dorling-And my United Title!

(The crowd are really enjoying this now.)

Ex-You want to put both titles on the line?

Dorling-Oh no, nothing like that. Whoever wins gets to take the other man’s title for one week and do whatever they want with it. And please, bear in mind that what happens on tour stays on tour. I want you to know how it feels to have the one thing most precious to you snatched away at a moments notice, just to prepare you for the inevitable. Of course, you might win, and then I must suffer the same torment.

(Ex scratches his chin.)

Dorling-So come on Mr Global Champion, what d’ya say? Think about it; in just over a week I could be posing with the Global Championship around my waist, standing in front of the best that central Europe has to offer. The Louvre, the Coliseum, the Parthenon! Don’t keep these people waiting…

(Ex sticks out a hand for Dorling to shake.)

Ex-You’re on!

(The crowd are on their feet and BJ shakes her head.)

Dorling-Drink to it?

(Ex is offered his glass of champagne by the venue worker but instead pulls out a bottle of Jack Daniels from his back pocket, taking a big gulp and winking at Dorling, before climbing up on to the turnbuckle and posing for the fans. Not to be outdone, Dorling climbs up on the opposite one, motioning up above the ring and around his waist.)

OC-Is Dorling for real? He wants to propose a ladder match to get the opportunity to wear the Global Title for a week…and not even be champion?!

CR-Well, we’ve seen him climbing the SinTron and dancing in the Luxor foyer in recent weeks so I think it’s safe to say he doesn’t do things the usual way.

OC-And don’t get me started on Ex, he has nothing to gain from this…and the fact he accepted this challenge proves, he won’t be champion long.

CR-That’s your dream Oscar, not reality…I just think these two want to give the people a show…and show up the other…

OC-Shenanigans…pure shenanigans.

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Adrien Specter & Wolf vs. Damien Lester & Matt Matlock

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 Brighton, England...he is the SCW Hardcore Champion, Adrien SPECTER!!

(As “Please” by Nine Inch Nails plays over the PA, Adrien walks out from the back as the crowd welcomes him warmly. He makes his way down to the ring, before climbing into the ring and raising his arm to the crowd in acknowledgement. Slowly, he climbs up on the turnbuckle, before seating himself upon it, and waiting for his opponent to come to the ring.)

OC: Here's a duo that could headline hammerstein.

CR: Wolf stepped his game up at the Clash but Specter may have been the MVP of the show being the only champion to retain his title.

GC: And now introducing their opponents. First, from New Waterford, Nova Scotia, Canada...Matt MATLOCK!!

(The opening chords of Papa Roach's "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. Eight seconds in, when the song kicks into full gear, pyros erupt on the stage. Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, dressed to fight as always. He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.)

GC: And his tag team partner, wrestling out of Las Vegas, Nevada...Damien LESTER!!

(Unison by Porter Robinson (Knife Party Remix) begins to play. Damien Lester slowly makes his way out from the back with Jen Winchester following him closely. Damien makes his way down to the ring with a twisted smirk spread across his face.)

OC: Can you only imagine how vicious this team could be?

CR: This is a standard tag team match despite the fact it could easily be a no DQ affair with these four thick skinned superstars.

OC: Might as well be. They all know now they're going to be in a fatal four way for the title!

(Specter and Lester start the contest and we get the feel like we did at the Clash of these two together. Each of them counters one another in the early bit so we're back to square one. Surprisingly, as they've backed up both Wolf and Matlock tag themselves in almost simultaneously. Wolf runs in fist flying and he and Matlock start a brawl that ends up outside the ring. It's on Damien's side and so he leaps off the apron with a clothesline that mostly hits Wolf but also catches some of Matlock! The ref tries yelling at them which just allows Specter to climb to a turnbuckle. Once they both pull Wolf up, Specter leaps outside with SENT FROM ABOVE and the double rotation moonsault ends up with Specter's body falling into all three of them! The fans go nuts with a SCW chant!)

OC: Get some order here!

CR: Any one of these men would like it if this match had no rules instead.

(Once everyone gets up, Lester and Matlock take over the match for a bit with Wolf still being the legal man. They do a nice double team where Lester hits a german suplex and mid bridge Matlock dives down with elbows to the heart of Wolf. They make a couple quick tags assaulting the outcast legend until Damien is in there and a corner body splash eats a Wolf boot. Wolf then bulldogs Damien and both men are down. Damien makes the tag to Matlock but Wolf gets the hot tag in to Specter. Matlock meets him with a big right hand but throws Specter into the ropes after it and after missing a clothesline, Specter makes him pay with DeViate! They get back up and Specter throws some kick strikes at Matlock before a boot and a DDT. Damien breaks up the pinfall but Wolf dives back in and clohteslines himself along with Lester out of the ring. Matlock takes Specter and lifts him up starting the Animal Instinct but Specter rolls through it and the momentum causes Matt to tumble backward as it turns into a modified READ THE PASSAGE! That was hard to do with the larger size of Matlock but Specter sits with his legs over Matlock's shoulders and he gets the pin!)

GC: Here are your winners, Wolf and the SCW Hardcore Champion, Adrien Specter!!

OC: That was an impressive finish I must say.

CR: I'm impressed that we ended up with a match out of that instead of a brawl. May the victors get the spoils as Adrien and Wolf get the win.

(Damien abandons Matt in disgust as Wolf crawls back into the ring to have his hand raised alongside Specter. The timekeeper hands Specter his title and Wolf does indeed give it an eye for a moment before leaving Specter in the ring to celebrate the win solo.)

Winners: Adrien Specter & Wolf

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(We cut backstage. Gryphon has just walked out of MDK's office and as he leaves, Dorling enters. MDK is looking down at some paper on his desk and standing in front of him is a smiling Dorling. He waits silently until the boss acknowledges him.)

MDK: Can I not be bothered anymore today? This is MY vacation.

Dorling: Sign the match?

MDK: We're here in Madrid! Please go bug the peons, pissants, and peasants that infest this country.

Dorling: Sign the match?

(Tenegra looks up at that curious smile from Dorling.)

MDK: Leave me alone.

Dorling: Sign the match?

MDK: FINE!

Dorling: Woo Hoo! You hear that Cyc?

(David Cyclone walks in with his shiny new Television Championship on his shoulder.)

Cyc: Sounds like you hit a "grand slam"!

Dorling: Nice play on words there.

MDK: GET THE FUCK OUT ALREADY WOULD YA?!

(Before Dorling or Cyclone can make another witty remark, there's a large commotion sounding like something crashing! The camera man rushes out of MDK's office and follows it to the scene!

There, Shelbi's in shock as a bunch of ladders and tables have fallen right in front of her.)

Shelbi: What the hell!

(There's no evidence of who could of caused the accident but its clear that Shelbi narrowly dodged a bullet!)

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OC: Extream and Dorling in a ladder match next week! What a main event!!

CR: That's huge news but I'm a little concerned about what just happened backstage. That could of taken Shelbi out of tonight's main event.


Jacob Wright vs. Paradox McSweeney

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Manchester, England...Paradox MCSWEENEY!!

(The lights go dim as the opening notes of McSweeney's music start to play. As the lyrics kick in, a single white spotlight hits the top of the stage and Paradox McSweeney walks out, accompanied by his personal camera crew and make-up artists. McSweeney ignores the crowd and poses for the cameras, then checks his hair and make-up for a final time before strutting down to the ring.)

GC: And his opponent, from RIGHT HERE IN MADRID SPAIN (huge pop)...JACOB WRIGHT!!

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OC: Paradox just doesn't look the same without that TV title.

CR: That opinion is being completely overshadowed by this crowd and how hot they are to see their hometown superstar in action!

(Dox tries to fool Jacob by feinting a punch and going for a spinning back elbow but Jacob still ducks it. He hits Dox with a backhand and then steps on his foot hard! Dox jumps backward in pain and turns back to an arm drag from Jacob! He does a leg drop on Dox's legs. During all of this the crowd is deafening as they are loving every bit of Jacob's offense. He throws Dox into the corner and attempts a splash but Dox gets out of the way and the match turns here as Dox pulls him backward by the head and hits a reverse DDT. Major boos come in as Dox collects himself for a moment and then goes to work on Jacob with a few stomps and then a strong ground submission game especially wrenching the indian deathlock. But during a spinning toe hold, Jacob gives a boot to Dox kicking him off and nearly through the ropes. That excites the angry crowd again.)

CR: This might be Jacob's chance to get back in this match!

OC: Holy crap these people are going nuts.

CR: SCW doesn't travel often and when the crowd gets a chance to see a hometown superstar, they're going to be firmly behind that superstar!

(As Dox walks back to Jacob, ATCHOO!! Paradox is disgusted as he wipes his marvelous face of the sneeze. But he turns around and Jacob clasps his hands together and we hear him yell kan-CHOO! Dox is completely embarrassed jumping around the ring. Jacob then wedgies him and follows it with a gutwrench! Near fall! The crowd is going nuts between laughter and cheers for Jacob! He slams Dox down and completes the Wright Place followed by the Wright Time!! Another near fall! The crowd is in total shock. Even Jacob looks up at the referee asking if it was a three count.

He pulls McSweeney to his feet and attempts to whip him into the corner. Dox counters and tries to change directions and this inadvertently hits the referee. He backs up into the corner for just a moment and with his back turned, Dox drops down and gives Jacob a low blow! This sets the crowd off into some significant booing but the referee missed it all. Dox finishes Jacob with the Meteoric Ascension and picks up the win.)

GC: Here is your winner, Paradox McSweeney!!

CR: But he cheated to do it! How unfair for this to happen to Jacob in his own hometown.

OC: That's ironic but also funny to me.

(As Paradox smiles while his hand is raised, the crowd is so pissed that those in the front row start chucking their sodas and food in at Paradox. He leaves the ring in disgust.)

CR: Looks like we're gonna need a clean-up crew during the commercial.

(They boo Paradox all the way to the back but then the crowd gives a standing ovation once Jacob is back to his feet. He's upset but he bows to each section of the crowd to make them happy as we cut away.)

Winner: Paradox McSweeney

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(The Madrid crowd was hot, still up in energy the way American fans often weren't because they didn't have the luxury of seeing professional wrestling as often. Chants and cheers went up loud and proud, filtering even backstage as the camera switches back to see SCW's one and only Queen of Sin on the prowl, down the line of lockers set aside for the various talents. Past the lockers set aside for the champions, down to a very particular one. She had something in one of her hands, tossing it up and catching it though the camera couldn't quite make out just what it was. She stopped in front of the locker assigned to one Doug E. Fresh and a slight smile came to her lips as she raised her other hand to knock sharply one time before opening it, barely giving the man inside a chance to answer before she swung the door open.)

CR: Well there she is …

OC: At Doug's locker … what does she want now? Could Extream be right? Ugh that makes me sick to my stomach to even say that …

(Sabra adjusted her Queen of Sin hoodie that she had on over her ring gear and her gaze swept the locker to find Doug leaning on the counter in his locker, staring at himself in the mirror. He was here and seemed to be aware she was, though he did not say anything at first.)

Sabra: You have not abandoned your Faith. But I wonder, if you have understood now my Litany, Fresh.

(She was quiet a moment before crossing the space of the locker to stand next to him, though she did not touch him at first.)

Doug: Classically or empirically, your practices are no different than mine.

(She looked at him, or rather at his reflection in the mirror.)

Sabra: You are still you, Fresh. You are still amazing in the ring, and you still have my respect. For whatever that might mean to you. Here, I have brought you a thing. I thought long about this, but I think that you will understand this.

(Without explaining it, she took one of his hands and drew it toward herself, placing in his palm the item she'd been carrying, closing his fingers over it and holding that hand now in both of hers. The camera caught what it was that time … an elegantly carved black chess piece, likely made of ebony from the shine of it, the shape of it very clearly a horse.)

Doug: Respect is all I've ever fought for. Respect is the only reason to have faith.

(He stares at the chess piece turning it around with his fingers.)

Doug: Certainly I am no dark horse in any facet of life. What does this knight mean to you?

(Sabra smiled. A pure and clean smile as she took a step back.)

Sabra: It means what it means, Fresh. It is a symbol, a token … nothing, and yet it is everything. It is my respect of you, it is the future. Watch for the Black Dawn.

OC: What in the name of Doug is that supposed to mean?

CR: Uh … you've got me, I don't have any answers.

(Sabra stepped toward the door, pausing to look over her shoulder and wink at Doug before walking out into the hallway. Doug takes the chess piece and sets it inside the open locker and stares at it as we cut back to ringside.)

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OC: I don't really understand what is happening between Doug and Sabra.

CR: No one expects you to understand it Oscar, you're an idiot. Well its time for our huge 8-man tag team main event!

OC: Hey now!


Extream, Chris Strike, James Porter, & Jo McFarlane
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Insomnia, Shelbi Lynn, Sabra Nikolayev, & Jeremiah Belmont

GC: This eight superstar tag team match is scheduled for one fall.

(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: Introducing next, from London, England...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.)

GC: Introducing next, from Bournemouth, England...INSOMNIA!!

(The lights around the arena dim as it falls silent 'fore a lone pin drops, a pane of glass shatters and the PA system explodes into growling guitar riffs, drums, bass and vocals of the Mnemic's "Pigfuck."

Orange, blue, green, red and purple spot lights scope around the entrance way as flanked by Gayle, a hooded Insomnia strides through the curtain and onto the ramp, clenching his fists tightly and letting out a bestial roar to a rousing tsunami wave of cheers, applause and anticipation.

The fans jump about aggressively and smash into each other, mosh pits forming as he pauses atop he ramp with the lighting lending a sickly tone to his scarred and bare torso. He flicks back the hood, surveying the audience with his deep-socketed eyes, taking in the atmosphere as the fans jump about and mosh amongst themselves, Gayle offering up a twirl and a shake of her curvaceous arse as they stride on down the walkway confidently and into the heart of the sea of inevitable violence and bloodshed that awaits them.

At the foot of the steps, Gayle takes her position at ringside shaking her hips as she does. Insomnia removing his hooded jacket and throwing it to Gayle before he then skips up the apron, through the ropes and drops to his knees, cupping his hands to his head dramatically before letting out another rage-filled scream and unleashing a leaping Static Lullaby-to thin air as the music cuts.)

GC: And finally, their partner, from Manchester, New Hampshire...Shelbi LYNN!!

(As the intro to "Ghost Walking" By Lamb of God] 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: Shelbi doesn't look happy to be here.

OC: Of course not! She's a winner on a team of Clash losers!

CR: Um Oscar, she also was on the losing end. (his attention is caught off) But you know who does look happy to be here, Gryphon. He's extra excited tonight over there talking to Sabra.

OC: What has he done for us lately? Nothing!

GC: And now for their opponents. First, from Sao Paulo, Brazil, the 2012 SureShot winner...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: Introducing next, from Edinburgh, Scotland, she is one half of the new SCW Tag Team Champions...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: Introducing next, from Toronto, Canada, he is also one half of the new SCW Tag Team Champions...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 finally, their partner, from Hershey, Pennsylvania...he is the NEW SCW GLOBAL CHAMPION, EXTREAM!!!!!

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

OC: This entire match is just a cluster-truck of misfits.

CR: I've got my eye on a lot of things in this match. Like the cohesiveness of McFarlane and Porter, who I've noticed doesn't...have...his title belt with him?

OC: I hope Strike turns on Extream and bashes him with the briefcase and takes the Global title TONIGHT!!

CR: In a match like this anything can happen but with so many superstars who could interfere, I doubt that will happen. And we don't yet know what Strike intends to do with that contract.

(The Global Champ's in the ring for his team and across from him is Sabra. They lock up and Ex overpowers her shoving her backward at first but she rushes back in with a kick. Ex catches her leg and trips her. She gets back up and comes right back at Ex with a stiff knife edge chop. Ex answers with a punch. She chops, he punches. This goes back and forth until Sabra gets the better end of it and backs Ex into the ropes. She whips him across the ring but he blocks a hip toss and picks her up dropping her over his knee with a gut buster!

Ex takes Sabra over to his corner and tags in Porter. He hits Sabra with a fury of lefts and rights knocking her down. Porter goes to the top rope and tries a missile dropkick but Sabra falls away from it and he hits the canvas. Sabra reaches and although Shelbi has her hand out for a tag, she tags in Insomnia instead. Som rushes right in and connects on a dragon uppercut and then he whips Porter but its countered. However Som flies back with a Static Lullaby!)

CR: Timeless maneuver by Insomnia.

(Early cover gets a two count. Som picks Porter up and throws him at the corner but Porter controls it jumping up to the top rope and coming down with a diving spear into a suspect Som walking in. Instead of a cover he brings Som to his corner and actually tags in his championship partner Jo. Instead of doing a double team he leaves Som to Jo. She hits a swinging back fist and follows it with a dropsault. Jo dives over for a cover but gets a two.

She pulls Som up and he counters going behind. Som's thinking grope-plex but Jo back elbows him. She runs off the ropes but Som catches her with a european uppercut. He twists her arm and drags her to his corner. Again, Shelbi is reaching out for a tag but he tags the unwilling Jeremiah Belmont.)

OC: Why is everyone in this mach ignoring Shelbi?

CR: The impression I'm getting is that they may not trust her.

(Belmont has a word with Insomnia as he stands by Jo who is upright now that Som isn't twisting her arm. These two aren't going to fight one another and so she backs off and makes a tag to Chris Strike. We saw some mutual respect between these two back when Strike challenged for the United Title and it seems to carry over as they nod at one another and circle around the ring.

Strike dodges a running knee to the face. He gets Jer from behind and hits a half nelson suplex. Cover and a two count. He pulls Jer up but this time its Jer who goes behind Strike and he hits a german suplex and keeps it bridged to get a two count. They both get back up and Strike gives a roundhouse kick that Jer has to back up and dodge and this time Shelbi reaches over the ropes at her corner to blindly tag herself into the match!)

OC: That's more like it!

(They argue until Shelbi walks into a mongolian chop followed by a rolling fireman's carry slam! Shelbi kicks out. Strike picks her back up and she bell claps him to counter and then hits a cactus clothesline. Shelbi seems very fierce and angry but at the same time her injured ribs are showing. She slaps Strike across the face and then goes to the ropes. She springs from them but misses her superkick and although she lands on her feet, Strike is there to deliver a one handed bulldog.

Strike picks her up and tags Ex back into the match. Ex gives her one big lifting knee to the rib cage and Shelbi falls to the mat. The ref actually holds him back a moment to check on Shelbi but she shoves him away saying she doesn't need his help. She then rakes the eyes of Ex as he walks back in and then Shelbi falls backward looking for a tag.)

OC: Oh come on. What kind of team is this?

CR: It doesn't appear like any of them want to tag Shelbi out but this serves her right because she was demanding to get in earlier.

(This just irritates Shelbi even more as Ex grabs her after a double axe handle. He lifts her up for a powerbomb but she turns it into a hurricanrana. With Ex sitting in the corner, she looks at him for a minute and then tags herself out slapping Som across the head. He gets pissed at her but Shelbi jumps down and walks out on her team.)

CR: What's this Shelbi? Earlier you said you would be a team player.

OC: That's bullshit Courtney! The rest of the team isn't playing well with her.

(At this juncture, Som starts taking a beating from the other team and we even see Porter take both Jer and Sabra off the apron to keep from jumping in. Ex had tagged McFarlane into the match and she is in the ring holding onto Som when a headlock gets turned into a back suplex. Som is at his corner and no one is there when all of a sudden, we see an excited Gryphon take his shirt off and suddenly jump onto the apron reaching for Som's tag.)

OC: What???? He can't do that!

CR: Ladies and gentlemen, Gryphon is trying to take Shelbi's place in this tag team match!

OC: He's not even contracted here!

CR: Maybe he is! Maybe that's why he was backstage in M.D.K.'s office earlier tonight?

(While Jo tags Porter in, Som does reach out and connect with Gryphon! The ref allows it as Gryphon explains he's allowed to be there and he jumps into the ring and lays into Porter!)

CR: Apparently Gryphon is now a SCW superstar because the referee is letting this happen!

OC: I can't believe it!

(Gryphon cleans house! He arm drags Porter away. Jo comes back in and he takes her down with an STO. He calls for Strike and Ex to get in the ring and they do as well. Ex swings at Gryphon but its ducked and Gryphon grabs him with a hanging neckbreaker! However Strike gets the best of it connecting after that maneuver with a roundhouse kick!

We had thought Shelbi had left ringside but she emerges back on the stage and the amazon is about to snap at seeing what has happened. In the ring, Strike tries pinning Gryphon but Sabra makes the save. Ex is back in and so is pretty much everyone now. The ref has absolutely no shot at controlling this and the crowd is going wild!)

CR: It's absolutely total chaos here in Spain!!

(Shelbi runs back down to ringside and grabs hold of Ex's Global title belt. She gets in the ring and starts slamming it into heads. She first takes out Jo which causes the referee to get away and call for the bell.)

GC: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by disqualification, Chris Strike, James Porter, Jo McFarlane, and Extream!!

(Shelbi isn't done slamming heads as she takes out McFarlane, Strike, and even her own tag team partners Sabra and Insomnia. Gryphon takes the belt from her but she clotheslines him over the top rope!)

Winners by DQ: Extream, Strike, Porter, & McFarlane

CR: After getting her team disqualified, Shelbi has gone on a power trip, she's taken everyone out of the ring.

OC: Not everyone...

(Alone they stand in the ring now, Shelbi and Extream. Ex is staring right at her demanding his title belt back. She swings at him but Ex ducks it and he powerslams her. She drops the belt in the process. There's a little bit of fighting going on outside the ring but one thing we notice is that Som, who is by the barricade, is grabbed from behind and tossed over into the fans.)

CR: Who's that?

(And there, we see its Doug E. Fresh! He runs past the scene and enters the ring now. He's face to face with Extream shoving him down. Ex gets right back up and shoves him into Shelbi!)

OC: This is an absolute mess!

CR: Doug has a rematch clause but Shelbi's also made it clear that she wants to face Extream one on one!

(But from behind, that large new member of the Sinistry appears and he clobbers Extream with a massive forearm! Shelbi backs up from the scene as she and Doug have a staredown. The large man approaches Shelbi but she's too smart for this getting out of the ring before anything can happen.)

CR: Fans I'm sorry but this main event turned absolutely haywire.

OC: You don't suppose Doug and this new member of the Sinistry had anything to do with Shelbi nearly attacked backstage earlier do you? Man I feel like Scooby Doo with all the mysteries tonight.

(Wildcard comes to a close with Doug staring outside the ring at Shelbi Lynn Carter while Ex is out in the ring laying beside his Global title and being looked at by this mysterious large wrestler.)