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Fireworks light up the stage which has been constructed on the interior of the athletics track in the Stadio Dei Marmi, Rome. The imposing Roman statues hover over the temporary stands and are lit by a variety of Roman Olympic themed torches around the venue. The crowd are in full voice as the camera pans over the inevitable signs such as ‘Benvenuti in Italia SCW’ ‘Grocery Boy è un vero stallone italiano!’ ‘L'Europa ha un STD’ ‘Mafia > Sinistry’ and ‘Corleone per il concorrente di numero uno!’ before settling on the Coliseum themed announce desk where a radiant Courtney Reynolds is seated alongside an unusually smart Oscar Cruize.
CR: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the Stadio Dei Marmi in Rome, Italy, for the second leg of SCW’s European Tour!
OC: The tour from Hell!
CR: Really Oscar? You look to have settled into Italy quite well. I’d almost say that you’ve dressed up nicely.
OC: Whatever. I hate this place.
CR: How can you hate Rome? So many historical sites and architectural marvels!
OC: Oh trust me, I’ve seen plenty and the only thing I’m missing is all of my money.
CR: Now I understand. You’ve been seeing your usual sights haven’t you?
OC: What do you mean by usual?
CR: Casinos.
OC: Busted. Can we talk about something else?
CR: How about our stacked card for the evening?
OC: That’s makes sense. I guess.
CR: Well it gets underway shortly with Chris Mosh looking to stop his run of bad form against the debuting Jason Scorpio.
OC: What a dump to have to debut in. Mosh has to get a win at some point right? Rumour has it he missed the flight here though.
CR: You never know. Perhaps you’ll be more excited when our tag team champions Jo McFarlane and James Porter take on Sabra Nikolayev and her team mate Gryphon, making his official debut.
OC: Well, we’ve seen what he’s like appearing from the crowd, can he hack an official match? These guys won the tag belts for a reason…everyone else sucked more on the day.
CR: That’s a little offensive Oscar.
OC: Your point?
CR: I think I’m saying ‘well done.’ You’re normally VERY offensive. Anyway, straight after our tag goodness Jacob Wright takes on Grand Slam champion David Cyclone in a non title affair, hoping that a win will stand him in good stead for a title shot at Original Sin.
OC: That’s probably how it would work in a normal wrestling company. This place is anything but.
CR: Quite true, a fact underlined by our next match featuring the extraordinary talents of Stu Who and the vicious Vixen from the Sinistry.
OC: Just when you thought the Sinistry was dead, along comes this big freak of a guy that starts tearing it up again. It’s brilliant.
CR: I’m not sure I agree with you there, but what I can say is that our lack of normality continues in the next match as the man with the midget, Sean Doherty, teams up with Spider-bait to take on the team of Chris Strike and Jeremiah Belmont – a team with some family issues.
OC: When don’t the Belmonts have family issues? There’s millions of them. Chances are if you’re not a Belmont you’re going out with one or someone that’s related to one.
CR: I’m pretty sure my boyfriend isn’t…
OC: Let me stop you there Courtney, there’s no need to lie about an imaginary boyfriend on television. What’s the next match?
CR: Good one. Next up Paradox McSweeney, the Mass Media Megastar takes on the legend Michael Thunder.
OC: For Legend read ‘old.’ McSweeney has it in the bag.
CR: I’m not convinced that’s true. Moving on though, we have a 4 way Hardcore Title match. Specter must be thrilled to have to face Lester again PLUS two others in Matt Matlock and the Wolf.
OC: I hope this place is insured because I can see it being set on fire somehow.
CR: Ever the optimist Oscar. Just when you thought that the show couldn’t get any better, we have a match between Shelbi Lynn and Doug E Fresh. This could be immense.
OC: I might actually agree with you on that one. Shelbi is a confusing woman, but I still would, and Doug…well he’s a wrestling God and stuff.
CR: Of course he is Oscar, and I’m Will Smith.
OC: You’re far too manly.
CR: Another good one. Let’s move away from your childish quips to the main event shall we? Dorling v Extream for the first time ever, and they have a ladder match!
OC: Where the prize is babysitting the other guy’s title. Still doesn’t make sense to me.
CR: It’s about professional pride Oscar.
OC: It’s like your speaking a foreign language.
CR: Bragging rights? Gloating?
OC: Now I get it. Enough of this crap, on with the show!
(Cameras quickly catch Dorling about to walk into STD’s locker room…but before he can turn the doorknob Ex comes lumbering down the hall with his title strapped around his waist and a huge smile ear to ear…he yells out to Dorling…)
Ex-Dorling!!
(Dorling is startled as he wasn’t expecting Ex yelling at him from a few feet away…as he closes in…Dorling gets in a defensive position…Ex stops in his tracks and puts his hands up…)
Ex-Whoa, calm down man…I’m not here for a fight.
Dorling-Then what do you want Ex?
(Dorling relaxes a bit as does Ex.)
Ex-I just wanted to show you a little of what I have planned for your title this week after I beat you tonight…
Dorling-…If…
Ex-Yeah, sure for all intents and purposes…IF I win tonight…you want to see?
(Dorling rolls his eyes before looking at his watch.)
Dorling-I’ve got a minute…but make it quick…
(Ex smiles and screams at the top of his lungs…)
Ex-Bring it out!
(A group of little people come out of nowhere, a donkey close in tow on a rope…one of the little people have a mock United title over his shoulder…as they come into a clearing…)
Ex-Close enough…do it.
(A little person lays the title down under the donkey…Ex looks at Dorling who is still unimpressed…then back to the donkey…awkward moment of silence…looks back to Dorling, Ex still smiling, Dorling still unimpressed…)
Ex-Hold on…it’s coming…
(Then a little person climbs under the donkey and starts to do something that is instantly blurred out…Now Dorling looks disgusted…Ex’s smile grows when he see’s Dorling’s face…the camera zooms in on the Donkey’s face…and he looks happy…Ex starts too giggle as the donkey leaves out a huge Hee-Haw…it looks like Dorling throws up in his mouth a little…)
Dorling-You’re fucking sick Ex
Ex-You think that’s sick? That’s nothing…
Dorling-No that’s definitely something…
Ex-Eh…well that’s nothing compared to what I’ve got for you later…just wait.
(Dorling rolls his eyes again before looking at his watch…he looks like he is going to say something, but just shrugs his shoulders and walks into the locker roon…Ex looks at the door, at the camera, then over to the sick scene…)
Ex-Alright, clean that shit up…come on, move it you little fuckers…much more to do tonight.
(Ex storms off in the opposite direction and we fade…)
Chris Mosh vs. Jason ScorpioGC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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 Miami, Florida and debuting tonight in SCW...Jason SCORPIO!!
(Lights go out and Enter Sandman hits the P.A System, a white light illuminate the entrance and out comes Scorpio wearing a black coat that covers his wrestling attire. He walks down the ramp slowly getting a view of every single fan he can get a sight, he smirks at them and without touching any fan he continues to walk down. Scorpio hits the steel ladder and runs by it before stopping in the apron; he extends his arms and smile at the crowd before entering the ring.)
CR: The influx of talent that wish to grace SCW never ends. Jason Scorpio debuts tonight and we're excited to see what he's got.
OC: He's got Mosh who took the veteran Stu Who pretty far last week.
(What a way to make a statement to start off as a cocky pretty boy walks right into the open arms of Scorpio who takes him into a belly to back suplex! Scorpio acts the showman while Mosh sits up angry. They get face to face and again Scorpio gets the best as Mosh swings and misses. As he's turned around, Scorpio grabs hold of him by the full nelson for a slam! Cover and a two count. Scorpio does a ura-nage and tries to apply a submission but Mosh uses his free arm to really rake the eyes even getting the ref in there to say something. Then Mosh takes over with a solid technical base trying to keep the newcomer down.)
CR: Mosh certainly isn't dominating the way he did last week.
OC: A win is a win. He's trying to keep Scorpio from getting his first.
(Mosh is trying to put on a sharpshooter when Scorpio uses his leg strength to throw Mosh off of him. They get up again and Scorpio hits a big lariat, then another! When Mosh gets up again, Scorpio meets him with a boot to the gut and then he lifts him up and down with a sitout powerbomb! Mosh kicks out after he leaves it in the sitting position for a pin. He picks Mosh up and gets him on his shoulders. While in the fireman's carry, Mosh grabs the eyes again to get down behind his back. Mosh tries to whip Scorpio into the corner but its countered and Mosh hits chest first. Scorpio lifts him up into a sitting position on the turnbuckle and grabs him by the neck for a hard hitting rope hanging neckbreaker he calls the TOWER OF PAIN! Scorpio folds Mosh's legs over and the ref counts to three.)
GC: Here is your winner, Jason Scorpio!!
CR: Solid debut for Jason Scorpio! He never seemed to be in any trouble really.
OC: Dude's a powerhouse. That powerbomb was sick! And the neckbreaker looked like it could snap someone!
(Jason mouths a few words to the despondent crowd still getting used to the powerful new wrestler as the ref comes from behind and raises his hand in victory. He poses to the crowd before walking off.)
Winner: Jason Scorpio----
[EARLIER TONIGHT]Camera goes to footage of the parking lot, as Sean Doherty and his newest friend, the leprechaun dressed midget make their way into the arena, Sean with his bags on his back and a bottle of local Italian beer in one hand, with his other on the shoulder of the midget, who appears to be off balance, before it becomes evident he's drunk.
MARVIN PEABODY: Ehm... Sean, what's going on?
SCW Interviewer Marvin Peabody is situated outside, probably waiting for talent to arrive so he can get a few words, Sean removes his hand from the midgets shoulder who holds onto Sean's leg to keep balance.
SEAN DOHERTY: Well man, wha's tha' craic withcha?
MARVIN PEABODY: Sean, is that midget drunk?!
As both Marvin, the camera and Sean look below at the midget, knowing the eyes are on him, he pries himself from Doherty's legs and attempts to stand still by himself, his short arms out by his side as he tries to maintain balance, Sean turning back to Marvin.
SEAN DOHERTY: Nah man, he just a bitteen sick, yano? Had tha' runs for a couple days, looked like rusty rain water!
MARVIN PEABODY: Right... well Sean, how do you feel about your match tonight? When you and Spider-Bait, team up-
MIDGET: BLAAAAAAAAH!!!
MARVIN PEABODY: -AH!! Jesus CHRIST!!
In a horror moment for the interview, while he was asking Sean the question, the drunken midget came forward and let loose, bending over and puking the contents of his stomach all over the shoes of Marvin Peabody, who stands in horror looking down at his feet as Sean tries not to laugh, placing his hand on the interviewers shoulder.
SEAN DOHERTY: Twil be sound man! I know how ta' get shite like tha' off me shoes. Whatcha' 'ave to do is, take dem off... righ'... an buy new ones! Then tha' pair won't be covered in shite!
With a beaming smile, Sean nods his head as his attention turns to the midget, grabbing him by the vest of his leprechaun suit and dragging him forward as they enter the arena.
SEAN DOHERTY: Good luck man!! Come on ya' little prick!
As Sean and the midget leave the scene, Marvin Peabody's facial expression of horror is the final thing we see, as the footage ends and we return to the live action in the arena.
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(The crowd at the Stadia de Marmi was restless, shouting and cheering for the next match on the card, and the cameras cut away from a shot over that sea of humanity to the backstage area, specifically one of the outer doors that swung open hard as if it might have been kicked in. Framed a moment by the door before he shouldered past the security officer he caught off guard was the man they called the Messiah of Violence, Gryphon himself. Wearing that worn and battered leather jacket, his signature aviators, he was as unmistakable in appearance as the woman who followed just behind him. Wearing her Queen of Sin hoodie, even if one didn’t recognize her striking looks that would have given her identity away. Gryphon was carrying a black case made to resist high impact shots or a drop from a height and still protect what was inside. Just ahead something caught Gryphon’s attention in unfavorable fashion as the expression he had shifted from solemn stare to ‘slightly irritated’. The cause? SCW’s reporter Skip Tripper.)
CR: I wouldn’t want to be Skip right now.
OC: Why’s that Courtney? Oh wait, I forgot you’re likely still trying to sort out that hotel cleaning bill.
CR: Shut up you freak of nature. I mean that Gryphon looks pissed and I hear when that happens people get hurt.
OC: Well why didn’t you just say so?
(Gryphon lowered his aviators for just a moment to give that thousand yard stare right to Tripper, causing the interviewer to pause and nervously adjust his tie. He’d heard the rumors too, and had to deal with Sabra on a regular basis. He was smart enough to give her a nod of greeting but not stare right at her before he held up the microphone to ask questions.)
ST: Gryphon, would you care to share a few words with our international fans here in Rome tonight? What are your thoughts about your upcoming match against the current SCW Tag champions, your new contract … uh. Hey, I mean … if you want to that is...
(Sabra gave Skip a slow eye roll, obviously not interested in wasting their time with him, but Gryphon got a slight sick grin on his face and plucked the microphone right out of Skip’s hand. When he went to protest Gryphon extended a finger in his face and waved it slowly back and forth.)
Gryphon: Be quiet, simian, and stay quiet, and you’ll get through this just fine.
(Skip swallowed and adjusted his tie, fidgeting nervously, and Gryphon only maintained the pressure with that stare while that finger curled in and returned to his Aviators, tucking them into the top of his shirt. He looked over at Sabra who began to smirk, and then back at Tripper.)
Gryphon: To our Italian fans, I would say, simply, ‘Assidue guardare’, and apologize that my Italian is so unrefined. My new contract is nobody’s business but SCW’s, MDK’s, and mine. Now as far as the tag team champions go...
(Gryphon paused and chuckled, turning that calculating gaze from Tripper and to the camera briefly before turning back to the unfortunate roving reporter.)
Gryphon: ...I’d like for everyone to pay attention to what a real tag team looks like in the ring, what precision and teamwork actually looks like.
(When he paused for a moment Sabra stepped in closer and leaned to whisper something in his ear, a gleam of dark humor in her eyes as she glanced toward the camera.)
CR: I’ve never seen THAT look bode well for anyone, Oscar.
OC: That may be true, but that lady is as fine as Italian sunshine.
CR: … do you have a death wish?
OC: ...no?
Gryphon: Take a good, long look. Wait...
(He snapped his finger and brought that hard case around. Laying it on a table nearby, he popped the latches and lifted it up. Two dark red velvet bags were pulled from the inside, with one handed to Sabra. Gryphon pulled the white cloth drawstring loose and reached into the bag, scooping out a title. Sabra did the same, and smiled, holding it down in front of her waist. Gryphon tossed it over his shoulder and looked back at Tripper.)
Gryphon: ...now. Take a good, hard look at what a real tag team looks like. Black Dawn, prestigious, honed and as dangerous as ever, and undefeated for our titles in UWF. So good, in fact, that no team they threw against us could take these away. None of their new blood, none of their Hall of Famers.
And now? Now we're going to set our sights on what Jo and Porter have. Property that rightfully should belong to us.
Sabra: Some of you understand what this means. The rest of you will wish you had listened.
(Sabra reached across Gryphon’s chest to let her fingertips run over the gold plate that read Championship on Gryphon’s belt, tapping it three times. Slowly, deliberately … as if she were symbolically slapping the mat for a three count. Then with a slight motion turned away from the camera as if dismissing it, and Tripper from their presence. The camera cut back ringside to focus on the announcers puzzled expressions.)
CR: Can they do that? Is that even sanctioned …?
OC: Are you going to tell Gryphon and Sabra what they can’t do, Courtney?
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James Porter & JoMcFarlane vs. Sabra Nikolayev and GryphonGC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall.
(Suddenly the lights in the arena are cut, and the fans are left sitting in darkness. They immediately get restless, and after a few seconds the opening riffs of Disconnect by Megadeth project from the speakers. The curtain parts and out steps Gryphon, showered by a massive wave of boos from the fans in attendance, and as he steps out onto the stage and walks slowly and methodically down the ramp, Sabra appears a good four or five steps behind him.)
Behind closed doors all you live for is taking
That double life of yours has left your whole world shaking
Who are you fooling? I know you hear the laughter
Don't you hear people talking? What is it that you're after?GC: Ladies and gentlemen, now coming to the ring from Flagstaff Arizona and Vladivostok Russia, at a combined weight of 393 pounds... 'The Great American Nightmare', GRYPHON and our Queen of Sin, SABRA!
(Once he reaches the end of the ramp Gryphon smirks slightly, looking into the ring and just as the chorus of the song hits he drops to his knees with his hands held out to his sides and leaning back, looking up into the rafters of the arena. Sabra moves past him to the steel steps, ascending them slowly and pausing at the ringpost. 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.)
Turn off your conscience
Leave the world outside
Nothing at all can ever make you feel
That anything's so real so you just - Disconnect(As that chorus hits and Gryphon holds his hands up to the sky, rapid fire pyro at the top of the stage erupts in alternating red and gold sparks. Gryphon gets back to his feet slowly and starts in on the ring. With a glance to Sabra he nods and slowly ascends the ringside steps, showered in boos and erupting flashbulbs. He smirks, grabbing onto the top rope with both hands and vaulting himself into the ring. Taking off his coat and glasses, he backs up against the corner and waits.)
CR: What some fans in SCW may not know is that these two are an established tag team.
OC: Is that so? You mean you couldn't tell by them both having their fancy little introductions from that ponce Geoff who will do anything anyone asks him?
GC: And now introducing their opponents. First, from Toronto, Canada, he is one half of the 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 his tag team partner, from Edinburgh, Scotland, and also one half of the 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.)
CR: We've witnessed Jo and James being cohesive but this is their first actual tag team match against one other team.
OC: So what you're saying is that its time for them to fall apart?
(Gryphon starts the match with Porter. They exchange Porter's furious punches with Grpyhon's stiff chops until Porter backs against the ropes and dives at Gryphon but he leap frogs it and grabs him into a powerslam on the rebound. He picks Porter up and tags in Sabra. She drop toe holds him onto the middle ropes and Gryphon face washes him as he hangs there. The ref says a word to him after that and while there's an argument, Porter crawls over and tags Jo in. Sabra and Jo circle the ring and Sabra hits a boot to the gut. She turns Jo for a neckbreaker but Jo counters with a backslide which gets a near fall. They get back up and Jo hits a spinning back fist followed by a swinging back kick. She then dropkicks Sabra! Jo goes to the top rope for a missile dropkick but as Sabra's trying to get back up, the SinTron turns on and we see...)
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(Jo then leaps off but Sabra's fully recovered as the video distracted the action and Jo connects with canvas!)
CR: Well that served as a clear distraction but what the heck was that?
OC: Someone's watching us?
(Sabra and Gryphon take over with hot tags and double team maneuvers showing off their tag team prowess. One high spot is when Sabra catches Jo with a pendulum backbreaker and she holds her there so Gryphon can hit a middle rope leg drop! But there are many near falls as Jo can't be put out! The turning point comes when has her in a chinlock and she breaks out of it with a jawbreaker and then a dropsault to the stunned Gryphon! Both are down and get to their corners for the tags! Porter hits that fury of punches again taking Sabra out and then a big right hand to Gryphon! He gets to the ropes and springboards in to hurricanrana Sabra! Cover and Gryphon breaks the count! Jo comes into the ring and its a mess! Jo tries to clothesline Gryphon over the ropes but he scoops her over and dumps her on the apron. Porter dropkicks Gryphon in the back and that bumps him into Jo knocking her outside! Sabra takes advantage grabbing Porter from behind and connecting with EXODUS! Cover and a three count!)
GC: Here are your winners, Gryphon and Sabra Nikolayev!!
CR: I think Porter didn't mean to inadvertently knock his partner away but in the end there was no stopping this team!
OC: That should certainly put Sabra and Gryphon in line for the tag titles wouldn't you think? Certainly bad timing as Jo and James don't exactly seem to be on the same page.
(Jo takes her tag team belt and says a few words into Porter who has crawled to the ropes after being pinned. Sabra and Gryphon meanwhile celebrate in the ring as Jo backs away without her partner.
Winners: Sabra & Gryphon----
We cut to the busy streets of Rome, to find Stu Who seated at a small table outside a picturesque cafe called 'la Villa Puttanesca'. A large plate of antipasti sits in front of him on red and white striped tablecloth and he smiles heartily for he camera as he tears som focaccia bread in half, before raising a bottle of Peroni.
SW: "Welcome to The Cult of Personality's 'SCW tourist guide to Italy' ™! Fun facts for all as we celebrate our Tour stop in one of the most visited countries in the world!"
He dunks a hunk of bread in some olive oil and balsamic vinegar and chews it for a bit before taking a swig of beer and swallowing. The cheeky little horn of a Vespa 'peep-peep's somewhere close. Stu continues.
SW: "Did you know that around 90% of the population here confess to being Roman Catholic? That's approximately 10% less than the percentage of the population that confess to being Cult of Personality members. Catholics eh? Always confessing stuff!"
He spreads his arms wide in a shrug before popping an olive into his mouth.
SW: "Mmph! <gulp> And as for the food, well, Italy is known throughout the world as one of the finest places to eat and drink, with foods ranging from simple, everyday meals as rustic as your momma makes, to elegant fine dining experiences to rival anything you'd find the the finest Vegas Casinos! Also, did you know that the average Italian consumes about 25kg of pasta A YEAR! That means, on average, it takes an Italian only 10 years to consume 1 Brenda Vixen's worth of pasta! Of course, an average New Yorker could probably manage that in only 8! Badda-bing!"
The scene cuts to a montage of crowd shots of shoppers walking along streets lined with famous fashion names before cutting to Stu walking down a cobbled shopping district.
SW: "Italy is home to some of the most famous fashion houses in the world, stuff you'll never see on Brenda Vixen because it would immediately devalue it to the point it wouldn't even be worth anything in K-mart's budget section! I'm talking Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabbana... And my favourite, Giorgio Armani!"
He stops in front of an Armani shop front and heads on in. We cut to a few minutes later, as Stu walks out of the shop with a brand new Armani suit jacket on over the top of his cutoff jean shorts and 'CoP' T-shirt. His sunglasses still have the sales tag attached to them as he struts down the street, saying hi to mildly disturbed fashionista shoppers.
Finally, the tape cuts to a stunning vista of the Appenine Mountains, Stu, dressed in a Toga and an olive wreath, leaning against the railing on the balcony of some ancient stone villa, drinking a fine, fruity red from a glass in his hand. A marmot sits next to him, smoking a cigarette.
SW: "This country is the ultimate dichotomy of hot and cool, hence why they felt they had to go and invent the thermometer! Not just that, but the typewriter, so they could let everyone know many times over how awesome they were, and sunglasses so they weren't all blinded by the brilliant sun and scantily clad models lounging on the beach. Also, they have some impressive local wildlife, like my friend Charlie here. Say hi to the Sinistry Charlie!"
The small chipmunk-cum-groundhog like creature gives the camera the finger before dropping to all fours and continuing to puff away on its cigarette.
SW: "So there we have it! 6 awesome facts about italy to help you, the SCW universe survive your World Touring experience! And remember, when in Rome, do what the Roman's do!"
He pulls back from the balcony, striding past the camera before letting the Toga fall away from him to stand butt-naked as three smoking hot Italian slave-girls also dressed in togas begin to rub him in oil, pour wine into his mouth from large jugs and lead him into a large, mosaic covered bath. As the camera swings away to look out at the sun setting over the horizon we hear Stu exclaim "Ok, so I will be Emporer Nero, and you three shall be my chief concubines!"
(no animals were harmed in the making of this segment. SCW entertainment in no way endorses the giving of tobacco to animals or minors. Any complaints about the ethical treatment of women in film should be directed to HBO incorporated)
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We’re in the catering area backstage where the tables have been pushed to the side of the room and a group of venue workers and wrestlers such as Big Slick, Grocery Boy and Oliver Berr have gathered in a circle. The cameraman pushes his way through the crowd to reveal that the members of STD are standing alongside a man that looks a lot like Ex, only smaller. Around his waste is the ‘Global Title’ that is sold on the gift stalls around the arena. Dorling opens his mouth to speak as a familiar voice is heard from off camera.
Ex: Ok, I’ll bite, what have you got for me Dorling.
DOR: Ah, there he is, the man himself! Ex, meet Rex, the Ex impersonator. Observe.
Dorling turns to Rex and slaps him in the face. Cyclone takes off his hoodie revealing a referees shirt underneath and Insomnia rings a little bell he has in his hand. Dorling performs a couple of grapples on Rex, with Cyclone telling him to break it up for added realism, before hitting a half hearted kick to the head, sending Rex to the floor. Dorling covers, Cyclone counts the 3 and Dorling is presented with the gift store belt. Ex claps sarcastically.
Ex: Bravo.
DOR: Glad you enjoyed it. When I get my hands on the real Global Title…
Ex: …if…
DOR: …I plan on doing this in every town, village and city between Rome and Berlin, showing the world how I humiliated you at your own game and now have your title in my possession.
Ex: We’ll see.
Ex leaves and the crowd disperses. Cyc and Som give Dorling the thumbs up before walking away with Rex, leaving only one man behind, looking at Dorling intently; Jeremiah Belmont.
JB: Having fun Mr Dorling?
DOR: You could say that.
JB: I hope your little games with Ex haven’t caused you to forget about my rematch.
DOR: Of course, the rematch! I’ll admit, I had forgotten. A little bit.
JB: Well after Original Sin you will have remembered, because the United Title that you have so glibly paraded around like a toy will be back in my possession.
DOR: Is that so?
JB: It is so.
DOR: Fair enough, see ya later pal.
Dorling leaves the room, leaving a focused Jeremiah behind.
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OC: I've had my fill of Extream and Dorling tonight.
CR: Save room. They're the main event still to come!
David Cyclone vs. Jacob WrightGC: The following non-title match 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 opponent, from Bournemouth, England, he is the SCW Television Champion...David CYCLONE!!
(The guitar riff to the intro of Stand Up by Trapt kicks into the sound system, as David Cyclone makes his way from behind the curtain holding a Lucozade bottle in his right hand. Blue lights flash around the arena as he makes his way to the ring, cussing at the crowd as they boo him down to the ring. He takes a swig of his drink and spits it out in the air as he walks up the ring steps and is walking down the ropes. He enters the ring through the top and middle rope and walks over to the furthest turnbuckle. He climbs up onto the second rope and poses for the crowd.)
OC: I don't see why its Wright that gets a crack at Cyclone and not McSweeney.
CR: Jacob never got a one on one match for the TV title. A win tonight could perhaps earn him that.
(A solid back and forth to start off with. Each superstar counters the other and return to a stalemate. However, Cyclone takes control when a hurricanrana attempt from Jacob is stopped as Cyc drops him to his feet in front of him and then grabs him into a released belly to belly suplex! The momentum actually sends Jacob rolling to the outside! Cyc follows him out and cerebrally gut checks him against the apron. He throws Jacob back into the ring and goes for a pin which gets a near fall. The next couple minutes are Cyc applying a sharpshooter adding further punishment to the back of Jacob.)
OC: Jacob can't be feeling right after that suplex and the hit on the apron.
CR: David Cyclone has proven to be one of the smartest wrestlers in the business and that's why he's such an obstacle for Jacob to overcome.
(Wright gets the ropes and Cyc lets go without a count. He pulls Jacob back but Jacob kicks him away and when they both get up, Jacob hits a stiff kick that somehow hits Cyc's jaw and sends him reeling. Cyc falls back into the corner and Jacob's there with the big splash! Cyc falls to the mat and Jacob goes turnbuckle. Cyc's starting to get up a bit and Jacob has taken a little too much time as he leaps off for the leg drop, Cyc turns it into a powerbomb mid-fall! Jacob's back is hurting even more as he stays on the mat for long enough so that Cyclone can ascend the turnbuckle. He leaps off with a perfectly executed Deathplant Frogsplash and covers afterward to get the three count!)
GC: Here is your winner, David CYCLONE!!
OC: Just wasn't Jacob's day.
CR: That's David Cyclone ladies and gentlemen, big win and we can only wonder what's next now for our TV champion.
(Cyc is handed his title as he poses in the ring with it before doing a bat swinging motion further rubbing in the fact that he's a grand slammer before leaving the ring.)
Winner: David Cyclone----
As the cameras fade away from ringside, we are taken somewhere beyond the realms of the Stadio de Marmi in the heart of Rome, Italy. The shot itself seems to have been filmed an hour or so prior to showtime as the sun is already down, the stars are beginning to make themselves seen and the crowds of tourists and locals alike move around the Piazza Venezia. The cameras focus front and center upon two specific figures a few feet apart from one another - both sitting down and moving through the streets of Rome at a rather mild pace, a bit of galloping heard on the background while their hands hold on to some sort of reign. Both men have on their own respective set of togas, typical of the old days of the Roman senate and whatnot, olive headdresses on their heads and a carefree look on both their faces as they move through the busy streets.JB: You know, Chris, Rome is actually very enthralling this time of night. The people, the scenery, just everything in general; remind me to take Val here once Gabriel is old enough to travel.
CS: I think Chloe will enjoy it too, if she hasn’t been to these parts. Especially during this time of the year - it’s gotten much nicer out and about. It’s hard to believe how close little Gabriel is to his arrival in this world...
Jeremiah nods his head at Chris and smiles at the mention of his family.JB: I just hope he waits for me to be around before he arrives. I do not wish to miss this for anything in the world. Besides that... Val would kill me if I did.
CS: That makes two of us...don’t worry though, Miah. We’ll be there for it.
Chris glances at his front, resisting a chuckle as he sees the camera lenses.CS: I know it seems a little scary to do this from where you are, but believe me, you are perfectly safe.
A scared nod from a cameraman later, Chris nods back and continues.CS: Friends, mortals, countrymen...lend us your ears. We have come to bury Spider-Bait and Sean Doherty, not praise them. See, we are only a few minutes outside of Stadio de Marmi, on route to put on the greatest show that we possibly can for the thousands and thousands of international sinners out there who have been looking for an opportunity to show their roots from the moment the announcement was made that we’d be having our European tour.
JB: For you see, dear sinners, what you have seated before you are two of the greatest wrestlers to ever lace up some wrestling boots. One being myself and the other being of course The God of Thunder himself. Once foes now allies; granted we were only foes because Chris wanted to test his skills against me.
Jeremiah looks over at Chris and smirks at him, before patting his shoulder a bit.JB: No hard feelings about that rapture?
Strike resists a chuckle, before managing a nod.CS: None. It’s the nature of the business. Just don’t be surprised if you get struck down at some point down the road if they put us against each other again. But where were we? Oh yes, the fact is...separated, we have both seen and wrestled across the entire globe, winning titles and accolades left and right, accumulating the kind of experience that some people in this business would KILL for...and of course, what happens when you put two of the most well-traveled, seasoned and talented wrestlers in this entire roster together as a cohesive unit?
‘Miah puts a finger on his bottom lip as if thinking of the answer and then looks at Chris and chuckles.JB: Destruction of all who oppose them? No, that’s cliche. I got it, a team the likes the company had never dreamed possible? No, no still a bit cliche... I think I have it now. A dead spider and a knocked out Irishman!
CS: See, Sean...spandex-wearing acquaintance...we are not the kind of people who underestimate our opponents. We are showmen, certainly. We have a flair for the theatric. But quite frankly, when it comes time to lace on those boots, you will not find two people more focused on the task ahead than us. Jeremiah, in his short time here, stopped the stranglehold Shelbi Lynn once held in the United title picture and has made an example of those who have wronged him in the past. As for myself...well, a certain briefcase I won in a fight to the top of a ladder against five other very hungry contenders tells the whole story.
A nod from his head came from ‘Miah.JB: To the victor goes the spoils after all. Chris has his little briefcase and me? I have my United Title rematch to look forward to cashing in when I feel the time is right. Maybe I’ll do it tonight right after Dorling and Ex beat the hell out of each other? Original Sin sounds like a nice time also. Oh wait a sec...
‘Miah looks at Chris and smirks.JB: You’re not planning on doing what I am thinking you might do tonight?
Chris has a matching smirk on his face, as his left hand reaches out next to him and pulls up said Sureshot briefcase for the cameras to see.CS: “A man who is a master of patience is master of everything else.” Needless to say, this briefcase here says that I can claim my shot at the title at any point in time until Cancun Clash of next year. Perhaps tonight may be a prime opportunity. Perhaps not. But quite frankly, if Ex wants to stop talking for a few seconds - and we all know how difficult that concept is for him - and realize that he should be watching his back at all times...it’d do him wonders. I’d rather not have the excuse that he or whoever holds that Global championship didn’t see me coming once I take that title off of him or whoever may be champion at the time of my choosing.
JB: Kind of wish I had one of those to be honest with you, my friend. But hey, always next year.
CS: Indeed - but, point at hand here is this - between Jeremiah Belmont and Chris Strike, you’ve got one hell of a tag team ready to deliver on both the wrestling and entertainment scale. So wait for us just a little while longer, Rome...
At this point, the camera pans out slightly to notice both men are fully sat down with reigns in their hands to a pair of horses in each of the units they are sitting at. While the crowd’s faces walking around the area cannot be fully seen from the distance, they do seem to stop and stare as both Chris and ‘Miah roam through the streets in their respective transportation.JB: Chris... we are in Rome right?
CS: Why, yes Jeremiah, yes we are.
‘Miah looks at the crowd still staring at them and then he looks back at Chris.JB: Then why are they acting like they’ve never seen horse drawn chariots before?
Strike simply shrugs, resisting the urge to burst into laughter as the scene fades back to ringside as they look on amusedly at the people while riding their chariots towards Stadio de Marmi.----
OC: Maybe Jeremiah had his mind made up earlier with Strike when he confronted Dorling a little bit ago.
CR: That could be true. You don't suppose Chris Strike would cash in tonight do you?
OC: No. Yes? No. Possibly?
Stu Who vs. Brenda VixenGC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, 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 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: Stu Who is perhaps getting a wish by now facing a member of the Sinistry who he has been talking badly about since his return.
OC: That's right and Brenda's gonna shut him up like she did to the Circus last week!
(Brenda nearly runs into a Stu-Per kick right off the bat but she ducks away. She then runs in for a clothesline but Stu ducks that and grabs her by the neck to drop her with a Pacemaker! Brenda rolls over to the corner leaving Stu poised and ready for a face wash once she turns herself around! Stu drags her out of the corner and tries for a cover but gets just two. After hitting a snap suplex, Stu tries a standing moonsault but Brenda gets her knees up before it hits leaving her the opening to take over. Stu's standing and hunched over and Brenda lifts him up and down with a powerbomb! She covers but only gets a two. Brenda stuns Stu with a heart punch and then applies a bear hug for a good minute or two.)
OC: Take it to the who! Show him the power of the Sinistry.
CR: That's what Stu said she SHOULDN'T be doing!
(Stu fights back as he gets out of the bear hug with a few claps to the head. With Brenda stunned, Stu with a boot to the gut and a bulldog! He covers but she kicks out! Stu runs off the ropes after she gets up but she stops him with a choke hold. However, she can't get the chokeslam as Stu breaks her choke and puts her down for a spike piledriver. She back body drops him to counter that however! She grabs Stu's arm and is thinking about applying Cry but before she can wrap him up, Stu gets to one knee and reaches up to get her in a small package. Kickout! They're back up and Brenda runs in but Stu lifts her up and flapjacks her face first onto the corner turnbuckle! This leaves Brenda prone for the WHO DUNNIT which Stu does rapidly always showing he's ready for it. He pulls Brenda down and covers for the three count!)
GC: Here is your winner, Stu Who!!
CR: Take that Sinistry!!
OC: NO!
CR: Stu gets a statement win!
(An angry Scott Black gets on the apron but dodges Stu swinging at him. He pulls Brenda out of the ring leaving Stu to wave goodbye and then celebrate on the turnbuckle.)
Winner: Stu Who----
(Cameras cut to the back where Skip is standing by with Ex, who looks extremely comfortable leaned back in a chair propped up against a wall…)
Skip-So Ex, in just a little bit you are going to be facing Dorling…any thoughts?
(Just as Ex is about to speak…Dorling can be seen walking through the frame of view in the background…Ex’s eyes light up, sitting up in his chair.)
Ex-Dorling…come here mother fucker!
(Dorling see’s Ex and his head drops…he knows what is coming…)
Doling-What do you want this time Ex?
(Dorling comes gliding up to Ex and Skip.)
Ex-You know, your idea was great…but what do you think about this…Frankie, Joey!!...get out here!
Dorling-Oh god
(Dorling’s eyes light up as a very large, 500-600 lbs+ woman comes walking out of a back room…another little person comes popping out from behind one of her huge thights, another mock United title slung over his shoulder…the little guy gets in position in front of the large woman…she struggles, but eventually straddles the little guy, who quickly pulls the mock title up over his head like a hat…and poof…he disappears between her thighs…Dorlings jaw drops…)
Ex-That was my first reaction…how will you feel strapping that title back around your waist after it’s been in there?
Dorling-sick…I am going to go with sick as my answer…
Ex-Yeah…that’s what I was going for…
(You can hear a muffled moaning coming from between the thighs of the large woman…)
Ex-That’s all I wanted man…go back about your business…
(Dorling shakes his head walking off, shocked at this display…as he walks off…)
Ex-For christs sake Frankie, let the little guy out…what are you trying to do suffocate him?
(Ex pats Skip on the back, Skips face hasn’t changed the whole time, a mixture of shock and disgust…and off Ex walks in the opposite direction of yet another sick display…)
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Spider-Bait & Sean Doherty vs. Chris Strike & Jeremiah BelmontGC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing 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 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: Who threw these two together? Just last week they were opponents and the match was subjected to a smoking midget.
CR: That was a leprechaun Oscar and you'll never find his pot of gold.
GC: And now introducing the opponents. First, 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: And his tag team partner, 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…)
CR: Now we've seen these two work together right? They were opponents last week but might not have as difficult of a time as tag team partners tonight.
OC: What do you know anyway? Calling midgets leprechauns...THEY'RE NOT REAL!
(Strike and Spider start the match. He hits a european uppercut and backs Spider into the ropes. He launches him across the ring but Spider slides underneath his legs and then kips up right in the face of a bending Strike! Spider then springs off the ropes for an asai moonsault but Strike backsteps and Spider lands. He's then squashed by Jeremiah as he's tagged in and drops on him hard. He covers but gets a two. Miah picks Spider up and tries to apply a standing rear naked choke but Spider slips out and tags Doherty who has climbed the turnbuckle and leaps off barely managing to turn himself into a cross body but it connects! Near fall! Doherty headbutts Belmont a few times but running off the ropes he stumbles and Belmont captures the opportunity with a running big boot! Strike and Belmont tag in and out with both focusing more on striking maneuvers rather than submissions.)
CR: Sean Doherty is in a world of trouble right now. He needs to tag Spider-Bait.
OC: He's a drunk! He can absorb punishment!
(Belmont has Doherty in the corner methodically stomping at him when the crowd reacts as that leprechaun figure comes out from under the ring again, this time crawling into the ring and grabbing Belmont's stomping leg! Belmont shakes him off and then walks over across the ring chasing him away. But this gives time for Doherty to come running at Belmont with a sloppy dropkick! Tags are made including a hot tag to Spider-Bait who wastes no time outrunning Strike and hitting a couple of head-scissoring moves! But he can't keep Strike down for the count. The finish comes when Spider runs in and dives into Strike wheel barrow style perhaps swinging up for a bulldog but Strike lands him on his feet and full nelson's it into the RELAMPAGO! Belmont comes across the ring to hold off Doherty from breaking up the pinfall!)
GC: Here are your winners, Jeremiah Belmont and Chris Strike!!
CR: After some interesting antics, Strike and Belmont get their win adding some nice momentum heading forward especially for Belmont with his United title rematch to look forward to.
OC: I'd rather have the SureShot.
(Sean leaves the ring looking under the apron again for our little leprechaun while Strike and Belmont look confused at one another for a moment while celebrating the win.)
Winners: Chris Strike and Jeremiah Belmont 
