Wildcard 8th Feb

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Pyros explode, start to fizz and spray out dry ice and coloured confetti as Ocean Colour Scene’s ’Hundred Mile High City’ pumps out of the PA system and fans wave about like crazy people. Signs for Cancun Clash are up already as well as signs for the SureShot match.

..And of course, then there's the usual array of colourful signs such as ‘SCW - Greatest Fed Ever... Fact’ ‘Serial Killers + Dorling = New World Order’, ‘Who’s Hit the Biggest Jackpot?’ ‘Ex in the Main Event? Even more Talking!’ ‘I’m ‘Russian’ to See Sabra’ ‘Feedback or GTFO’ and ‘Welcome Back Grocery Boy!’

CR: “Hello and welcome to Wednesday Night Wildcard! I’m Courtney Reynolds...”

OC: “And I am Oscar Cruz who thought the chick he nailed after Jackpot wasn’t after my money...”

CR: “She was a prostitute...”

OC: “I just thought she loved my personality!”

CR: “We are back from Jackpot and we have the Sinistry in control with a new threat to them!”

OC: “The damn Insomnia and fucking Cyclone and the son of a bitch infidel Dorling turned on the Sinistry to set up a war down the line.”

CR: “Doug wasn’t happy to be betrayed in such a way and he will try to punish them tonight as he sends Devin Hearst and Brenda Vixen to take on Dorling and Insomnia in the main event!”

OC: “Time to pay the piper in the main event...”

CR: “We are also treated to some inter-fed action as the CWC Ascension tournament comes to Sin City Wrestling as two of our superstars are in triple threat action. David Cyclone puts his hatchet burying on hold as he takes on Tyler Graves and Crowbar and Shelbi Lynn goes up against Captain Teatly and Prophet.”

OC: “I can see they are going to be getting a Vegas style greeting tonight.”

CR: “We are also being treated to the first of the SureShot qualifying matches as Grocery Boy and Michael Thunder go one on one.”

OC: “Thunder was so close at Jackpot on Sunday that he will be hungry to be in the SureShot match at Cancun Clash.”

CR: “One man already with a golden opportunity at the Clash is Extream. The hardcore icon has a Global Title shot and will tonight be tested by the new Hardcore champion Adrien Specter.”

OC: “The man who doesn’t shut up against the man who can’t talk... That’ll be one epic match.”

CR: “Chris Strike will put his disappointing narrow Jackpot defeat behind him as he goes against a man who also lost at Jackpot but had a totally different reaction to defeat in breaking McSweeney in half, Damien Lester.”

OC: “That will be a brutal encounter and Strike will have to be wary of the angry Lester.”

CR: “We have triple threat action as well as Matt Matlock, Jeremiah Belmont and Jacob Wright go at it.”

OC: “Three epic boys in SCW get to test themselves.”

CR: “All this and Jo McFarlane goes one on one with Spider Bait and we are treated to three new guys as they each take on a Berr...”

OC: “Either way, tonight will be a momentous night as M.D.K. tells us who has which Jackpot reward...”

CR: “And I think you have friends you don’t want to see coming out now!”

(‘Message of the Bhagavat’ hits the arena PA and Dorling strides out on stage, ‘No I in Team Dorling’ shirt on and mic in hand. The crowd reaction is positive as he heads to the ring, high fiving the fans alongside the ramp.)

CR: It looks like Dorling is here to kick off the show!

OC: Oh great, look who it is, the sell out.

CR: I think he sold out when he joined the Sinistry, not when he left it!

(Dorling climbs up into the ring, calling for the music to stop as he enjoys the adulation of the fans.)

D: Good evening SCW!

(Cheers.)

D: I guess I need to explain myself here.

OC: Damn right you do.

D: At Jackpot, I did something that nobody expected me to do. I joined forces with a man who everybody thought that I hated. A man that has said nothing but terrible things about me for years. I double crossed our Global Champion and the leader of the Sinistry Doug E Fresh.

(More cheers.)

D: I’m sure many of you, even if you’re happy about the turn of events, are wondering why. Well allow me to explain – and I’ll do it in simple terms so that those left in the Sinistry can understand.


THE SINISTRY IS NO FUN.

There, I said it. Doug E Fresh offered me some interesting terms to side with him but he never mentioned the continued boring shit that would spew out of his mouth week after week after week. He never mentioned the mindless cretins that I would be forced to co-operate with. He never mentioned that inside the ‘Sinistry’ you’re not allowed to smile or enjoy yourselves.

No, he promised the world but delivered jack shit. Sure, he might have offered me a title shot eventually but I had my doubts, which I why I went out and won one at Jackpot. And of course, I allied with a returning team of legends.

(More cheers.)

D: So, why the hell have I done that? What made me ally with Insomnia? Let me tell you. You can only beat the shit out of someone, and have them do the same to you, a number of times before you’re forced to respect them. And that’s exactly what we’ve done. I have had some extremely physical battles with Insomnia over the years and, despite our fierce words towards each other we have come to realise that, no matter what we try, we’ll never end one another. So, if you can’t beat ‘em you join ‘em right.

And guess what? Cyclone is here too. Another man that traded titles and punches with Insomnia over an extended period of time, and he’s back in the mix.

We know that you people out there in the seats were getting bored of watching Doug every week. Hell, I was getting bored of it too, not to mention the ongoing Trashleigh and MDK thing, the whining of Extream and the family affairs with Belmont and Strike. It was boring the hell out us, so we’ve decided to do something about it. So, without further ado, please let me introduce to you David Cyclone and Insomnia; the Serial Thrilla’s!

(We Care A Lot by Faith No More hits the PA System as David Cyclone and Insomnia step from behind the curtain with Gayle and Hans closely following behind them. They are met with cheers (new cheers for Cyclone) as they make their way slowly down to the ring. Cyclone is carrying his new STFWF World Heavyweight Title proudly upon his shoulder.)

CR: And here come the Serial Thrillas.

OC: What does Cyclone think he’s doing carrying that belt to the ring? It’s not even an SCW approved belt.

CR: Neither was the TFWF World Heavyweight Title, but Michael Thunder decided to bring that to SCW.

(Cyclone gets into the ring first and is closely followed by the rest of them entering one by one. Cyclone grabs a microphone from ringside and stand between Dorling and Insomnia.)

DC: “Now a lot of people are probably wondering what the hell you are seeing right now. I guess some of you probably can’t believe the image you are witnessing. The Serial Thrilla’s back together again and joined alongside Dorling. You see about a year ago Insomnia and I started what was awarded just a few weeks ago as SCW’s Feud of 2011. It was about a year to the day that, with my newly won SCW Global Title, I turned on Insomnia and smashed him in the face with it. Match after match we competed in for the big gold belt and it ended with me crushing this man in the centre of the ring with multiple Frogsplash’s. That was the end of the Serial Thrillas and many people thought that we would never reunite…

But they were wrong.”

(Cyclone smirks as the crowd cheer for the STFWF World Heavyweight Champion.)

DC: “So now we’re back, and I with my newly won Serial Thrilla’s Frickin’ Wrestling Federation World Heavyweight Title, plan on bringing a bit of fun back to this place along with my amigos in the ring right now. We are together for numerous reasons, one of them being for the fun of it…another is someone who’s walking around with a similar shaped title belt to mine. A title that a certain other gentleman should have in his possession.."

(Cyclone passes the microphone to Insomnia, who accepts graciously as the other two clap and point to him accusingly. Bowing his head, Insomnia pauses for a moment allowing the wryest of smiles to start creeping its way across his lips as the crowd start to hit-fever pitch - the majority cheering at the top of their voices and banging at the guard rail as he paces about the ring in his "Team SCW: Rival Factions" T-shirt.)

I: "Y'know... There's probably a lot of people back there behind that curtain and even sitting in the stands tonight who don't believe what we're trying to accomplish is going to work. That with all the previous records of in-fighting and award winning rivalries that we could possibly hope to gel with a nutcase like Dorling - or that I could never possibly trust Si again. .. But you know know what? Dorling, for once at least in his life is right! There's only too many times you can respectfully trade kicks and punches with a guy, have award winning matches and -NOT- find yourselves pulled closer together through the adversity. War -CAN- help people endear themselves to one another.

(Insomnia proclaims with a powerful upward fist aimed at mid-air to a pop. He then runs a hand through his greasy hair, before he walks coolly over to the southern facing ropes and casually resting an arm upon them.)

I: "And me and Cyclone? We've had our war, got our battles out of our system that we needed to. Myself and Dorling? We had a hell of a war too- lasted neigh on seven fucking years. But the time has come to look forward, to look onwards, UPWARDS at the real war currently being fought in SCW. - The war against Doug. the war against Sinistry, The One Ring Circus, Ashleigh McDaniel and every other knuckle-dragging idiot fuckmook who wants to bring this hallowed building down around us with their inane and unyielding flow of bullshit. ..Well bad news, brothers! The old guard is back and there's a new gun in town - The Serial Thrillas and Dorling stand before you as the antidote to the cancerous tumor that is Sinistry and the rash currently defacing SCW in the form of the Blow RC. Part-timers. Half-a-job Joe's and wilting charity cases. Also-rans and ugly looking farmyard animals. ..It's time to cleanse SCW of the lot. For us to again rise to the top! And stay there. And fucking enjoy staying there"

(Louder pop!)

I: It's time for the era of me. Him -Points to Dorling- and him! -Points to Cyclone- US!!! and the fun continues tonight! No compromises. No bullshit. Doug E. Fresh wanted things to go nuclear and now they have. ..But who says we can't have some fun whilst we're at it? I had plenty of fun at Jackpot despite not standing before you as Global Champion like I should. And myself, Dorling and the "Grappling Contraption" plan on having plenty more tonight. The CWC, Sinistry, Brenda and especially Devin?? ..You best be ready!" He spits.

(And with that 'Som tosses the microphone to a ring monkey cut-throat gesturing re: Devin to a massive applause before Nine Inch Nails' "Deep" hits the PA and the three alll each ascend the turnbuckles.)

CR: Wow, well big claims and big words from SCW's newest powerhouse stable. ..But will they be able to co-exist as seamlessly as they imply?

OC: Time will tell, Courtney.. Sooner or later, time will tell.. Impressive speech, though. They're game alright.

--- COMMERCIAL ---

'Wildfire' Wesley Dyer vs. Joe Berr

GC: This opening contest is set for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Rochester, New Hampshire...Joseph Berr!

('Money' kicks off, and the Berrs appear at the top of the ramp. Joseph leads the way, Oliver and Bartholomew hand out 5 dollar bills to the fans alongside the ramp. They get to the ring, and Joseph stands in the centre, throwing a large handful of bills into the air as Oliver and Bartholomew stand on opposite turnbuckles.)

GC: And his opponent, from London, England, debuting tonight for SCW...Wesley DYER!!

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

OC: So we actually get to see all three Berrs wrestle tonight? At least keep the other two out here so we don't have to watch them do their little money thing again.

CR: SCW has always been the land of opportunity and Wesley Dyer is the first of three new superstars who joined us after Jackpot. It's a great time too as we start the journey to Cancun Clash!!

(The bell rings and we're underway. Joseph leans out of the ring and tells his brothers to watch close as this is how it's done. Dyer is into it quickly, taking Joseph down with a clothesline and following up with another as he is quickly to his feet. Dyer aims several harsh kicks to the midriff of Berr before pulling him to his feet and throwing him into the corner of the ring. He flies at the oldest Berr and drives a knee into his gut before dropping him with a snapmare and hitting a dropkick to the back of his head.)

CR: This is a very aggressive start from Dyer!

OC: I don't like him already.

(Dyer hauls Berr up again and throws him against the ropes, hitting him with a powerslam on the return journey. Oliver Berr leans on to the apron and hits the mat hard to encourage his brother. Dyer once again brings Berr to his feet. Berr has a moment of rejuvenation and tries to hit a clothesline of his own. Dyer rolls under it and hits the Two Footed Tackle! Berr hits the mat in a crumpled heap and Dyer goes for the cover! 1..2..No!! Oliver Berr reaches under the ropes and pulls Dyer off of his brother. Dyer gets up and stamps on Olivers hand before hitting a baseball slide on Bartholomew!)

CR: This is what happens when you get involved. Those Berrs seem to make the same mistakes over and over again.

OC: Dyer can't expect to get away with this!

(Dyer turns his attention to a hobbling Joseph Berr and hits the Firestarter! He goes for the pin and gets the victory!)

Winner: Wesley Dyer

Dyer gets up to celebrate but is quickly set upon by Oliver and Bartholomew. Oliver hits him in the gut and Bart kicks him in the side of the head. They roughly throw him out of the ring and into the barricade.

CR: This is unnacceptable!

OC: This is justice!

CR: Justice?

Nobody vs. Oliver Berr

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. At ringside, from Rochester, New Hampshire...Oliver BERR!!

(Oliver looks up to Capes and scowls as Joseph rolls out of the ring, still limping, to help Bartholomew work over Dyer.)

OC: They're going straight into the next match?!

CR: Seems fair to me!

GC: And his opponent, from unknown, making his SCW debut...NOBODY!!

OC: Who????

CR: Nobody will make an impact tonight.

OC: That just doesn't sound right.

('The Nobodies' by Marilyn Manson hits the PA and Nobody comes flying down to ringside and hits Oliver with a clothesline. He chucks him against the ring apron, causing Oliver to arch his back in pain, and then throws him into the ring. The bell rings and Nobody looks to nail the early advantage as, on the outside, Joseph and Bartholomew continue to lay the boots into Dyer.)

CR: It's getting a bit chaotic out here!

(Nobody launches Oliver into the corner and hits a brutal clothesline. Berr stumbles forward and Nobody takes him down with an arm drag before bouncing off of the ropes and hitting a running knee to his head.)

CR: Brutal move from Nobody!

OC: Who?

CR: Very good, Oscar.

(Nobody pulls him up to his feet and whips him into the ropes before taking him down with a hip toss and locking in the Forgotten Times!)

CR: This could be it!

(Oliver looks to the outside for assistance but Bartholomew is busy pulling Dyer away from Joseph and Oliver has no option but to tap!)

CR: He's done it! Nobody takes the win!

OC: This is ridiculous!

Winner: Nobody

(Joseph and Bartholomew manage to subdue Dyer on the outside with a double team gutbuster before Bartholomew turns to see Nobody celebrating and his brother rolling around on the mat in pain. He slides into the ring and hits Nobody from behind and knocks him to the floor!)

CR: Not again!

Sam Parker vs. Bartholomew Berr

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from Rochester, New Hampshire...Bartholomew BERR!!

CR: Can this Berr bear the weight of a defeat?

OC: Bad pun.

GC: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, making his SCW debut tonight...Sam PARKER!!

(The opening riff of "Live It Out" begins blasting over the PA System while the lights begin flashing red and blue. Bartholomew looks up to the ramp and sees Sam Parker running down to join him in the ring. The momentary distraction is enough for Nobody to hit him with the Amnesiac! Bart crumples to the floor as Oliver kicks Nobody in the groin and throws him out of the ring.)

CR: The madness continues here it seems!

(Parker is straight into the ring and goes for a pin on the already down Bartholomew Berr...who kicks out at 2!)

OC: That would have been fairly cheap.

CR: And the Berrs would only have themselves to blame.

(Outside the ring, Joseph tries to throw Dyer into the ring steps but is reversed and slams into them himself, while Oliver hits a harsh DDT on Nobody. Parker picks Bartholomew up and begins to work him over with some quick lefts and rights before dropping him with a snapmare and locking in a surfboard stretch! Bartholomew struggles against it and manages to force his way out of it, rolling forward and rubbing his shoulders in pain.)

CR: Berr actually showed some good resiliency there!

(Parker has Berr up and pushes him into the corner. He climbs up on to the second turnbuckle and flips him into the centre of the ring with a monkey flip. He takes a second to enjoy the cheers of the crowd before lifting Berr up and setting him up for the The Shining Star. He holds him vertically before Oliver slides into the ring and kicks Parker in the back, causing the disqualification!)

CR: That's cowardly, that really is.

OC: Smart stuff!

Winner: Sam Parker

(Oliver tries to take the advantage but Parker fights him off. Bartholomew gets up to his feet to help his brother but Nobody is in there to cut him off! It's a four way brawl until Joseph Berr crawls into the ring. He tries to get to his brothers but Wesley Dyer cuts him off, dropping from the second turnbuckle with a double axe handle! Dyer hits a couple of shots before locking Joseph up ready for the Firestarter! He looks over to his side and sees that Parker has Oliver lifted up for The Shining Star and Nobody has Bartholomew set for the Amnesiac! It's stereo moves as all three hit their finishers to rapturous cheers from the crowd! The Berrs are removed from the ring and the three newcomers stand in the ring looking at each other as we cut to a break!)

---COMMERCIAL---

(Backstage, the SCW Global Champion Doug E. Fresh is just now finally arriving at the arena. Skip Tripper is on the scene to catch the professor. His hood is back and he seems calm.)

Skip: Doug! We're glad you've finally made it. All the fans of SCW have a lot of questions surrounding you right now.

Doug: There isn't much to say. I've been silent this past week because I was on the road. I of all people was forced to travel to some other company in order to compete in this Ascension tournament. I'm doing SCW a favor by putting my name on this event and the least they could do is give me a home match!

Skip: I can understand that being disheartening but many people don't believe that is the reason for your sudden silence.

Doug: Is that so?

Skip: There are questions looming about the Sinistry being in disarray considering what took place at Jackpot!

Doug: Listen here Skip. What happened at Jackpot is insignificant to the bigger picture. Dorling isn't the first superstar to have turned his back on me. Remember Cid Phoenix? No one else does because his existence was eradicated. I don't want Dorling to have to accept that same fate but the fact of the matter is that there is another fate he will have to accept.

(He undoes the front of his cloak to show that he's wearing the Global Championship.)

Doug: Dorling will never get his shot at this. I promised him an opportunity for his services and he turned his back on me? On ME? He was so close to a shot at this title but I will NOT allow it!

Skip: What if Dorling's championship match from Jackpot is for your title?

Doug: IF that circumstance comes to fruition, I will address it.

(At that moment, from off camera, Skip is pulled away and Doug's expression changes when Extream takes Skip's place.)

Ex: Dougie, I wouldn't worry about Dorling or Insomnia or any of them because I'm finally guaranteed my shot at that title. I just hope there's no hard feelings between us when I take it from you.

Doug: Just another false prophet trying to overthrow that which is set in stone.

Ex: No jargon buddy. I could care less about your Sinistry. All I want is your title!

(Ex strolls off as Doug watches him leave before moving along.)

---COMMERCIAL---

Sure-Shot Qualifier: Grocery Boy vs. Michael Thunder

GC: The following contest is a qualifier for the Sure-Shot Ladder match at Cancun Clash!! Making his way to the ring, 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.)

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

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

OC: Tonight marks the turnaround of Michael Thunder's SCW stint so far. He wins tonight, he wins at the Clash, and he becomes the SCW Global Champion.

CR: He can start that path IF he can defeat Grocery Boy tonight who despite that paper bagged appearance has claimed all year that he will become heavyweight champion! Notice how Michael Thunder is out here alone. Perhaps a bit of tension with Sean Panache considering how Jackpot went?

OC: Blasphemy.

(The veteran Thunder, likely still frustrated from Jackpot, takes it to Grocery Boy early in the match. Its not often we see someone try to rip the paper bag off GB's head but Thunder attempts to do so and fails as it sets GB into a fury as he unleashes a series of fast maneuvers keeping Thunder off his feet and getting a couple of near falls.)

CR: Maybe Thunder won't be able to win this own his own? Maybe he needs the circus!

OC: Grocery Boy is a circus in the ring by himself. This is ridiculous.

(The fast pace continues as GB hurricanrana's Thunder over into the corner. He runs off the ropes and dives into the turnbuckle feet first for a running dropkick but hits just the pad as Thunder dives away. GB falls to the mat and Thunder quickly ensures to apply Thunderstruck to one of GB's exposed arms. Before doing so, he drags GB to the middle of the ring so there's nowhere to go and GB has no choice but to tap out!)

GC: Here is your winner, Michael Thunder!!

OC: There you have it! Thunder did it and he did it alone.

CR: Solid victory for the former TFWF champion and now he's ensured a slot in the SureShot ladder match.

(After the match, Thunder poses for the crowd as he did before the match and the amount of boos remains unchanged. He leaves the ring with a smile as grocery boy rolls over holding his arm.)

Winner: Michael Thunder

---COMMERCIAL---

Heidi Lawman is walking backstage, and she hears some moaning as she walks past an open door. She stops and pokes her head inside. All three of the Berr brothers are lying on benches, each holding ice packs on different parts of their bodies.

HL: Oh dear, it didn't go well for you gentlemen tonight, did it?

Joseph looks up.

JB: Not now Miss Lawman.

HL: Well, you owe me a favour, don't forget.

JB: We are in no position to assist you with anything right now.

HL: Agreed. You'll be hearing from me though.

Heidi turns to leave and walks straight into Dorling, who is taking a picture of the Berrs with his cell phone.

HL: Mr Dorling.

D: Haha, those boys got a kicking!

JB: We can hear you by the way.

D: Simmer down!

Dorling looks at Heidi.

D: So?

HL: So what?

D: Are you impressed? I told you didn't I? I told you that, sooner or later, I would do something great.

HL: I'll admit, your actions at Jackpot my have redeemed some of your previous indiscretions. However, months of acting like a lunatic cannot be swept under the carpet so quickly. There is also the small matter of going from working with Doug E Fresh to working with Mr Lynch. I'm not sure who's worse.

D: Oh you'll see who's worse. You'll definitely see that.

Dorling smiles and begins to walk away.

HL: Mr Dorling?

D: Yeah?

HL: Well done.

D: Boom.

Dorling walks off.

---COMMERCIAL---

Jo McFarlane vs. Spider Bait

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring, from Edinburgh, Scotland...Jo MCFARLANE!!

(“Rockstar” hits the PA system, and with each burst of sound, pink pyros erupt from the stage, dying out after the third burst. Through the smoke left behind the pyro, a figure dressed in a pink hoodie steps out, bobbing her head to the beat of the music, then takes off down the ramp, and around to the left, leaping up to the apron, grabbing the rope to pull herself up and drops to one knee. Looking around her, Jo pulls her hood down finally, and stands up to step through the ropes. Stepping in, Jo heads to a corner, where she removes the hoodie, tossing it over the ropes to a ringside attendant, awaiting the beginning of the match.)

GC: And her opponent, from 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: This is the stop for excitement. Spider will risk it all to win a match!

OC: Jo's no slacker. Already a former champion in her time in SCW so far, she wins matches. Should be fun.

(Possibly the fastest paced match SCW has ever seen. At first, they virtually equal one another matching move for move from arm drags to flying kicks and forearms. They actually both spill out of the ring during a cross body that went bad from Spider and after that, its Jo who slows the pace with a swinging backfist that sandwiches Spider's head with the ring post.)

OC: That was sick!

CR: If there was anything that was going to cause a break in this action, I think we just witnessed it.

(She throws Spider back in the ring and he's dizzy. Russian leg sweep. Pinfall attempt. Kickout. Bulldog. Pinfall attempt. Kickout. Spider's avoiding defeat by instinct alone. Jo hits a dropsault and Spider's on the mat. She heads to the ring apron and gets ready to springboard in and goes for Dead Devotion but Spider kip ups and she hits canvas! She gets up to her knees and Spider meets her with kicks to each side and keeps her stunned so he can get to the ropes and springboard for Suicidal Ideation!! She bounces off the mat after the DDT and nearly goes out of the ring but Spider drags her back and pins her for the three!)

GC: Here is your winner, Spider-Bait!!

CR: Holy crap what a match!

OC: I couldn't keep up for most of it. I didn't think Spider had a chance after Jo made him taste ringpost.

CR: He must have padding under that mask.

(Spider gets up, still a little bit dizzy hopefully not feeling any possible concussion effects. He leaps to the ropes and poses to the cheering crowd before leaping out of the ring.)

Winner: Spider-Bait

---COMMERCIAL---

CR-Oscar…your best friend is up next…and guess what…

OC-He’s standing by with Chaz or Skip or fucking Houdini backstage to say a “few” words?

CR-You’re on point tonight…

OC-Nope, I just got a cold chill down my spine…I knew it was him.

CR-Well, lets go to Skip who is standing by with Extream.

(Cameras cut to the back on Ex and Skip. Extream is wearing a “Got Nub” t-shirt and his usual pre match smile. He holds up his finger urging you to wait for something…he spins around to reveal, “Tongueless wonder” on the back before turning back to the camera and basically rips the mic out of Skips hand…shoving him out of view of the camera before going on.)

Ex-Adrien…how do you like the t-shirt? I figured you might want to get in on the ground floor before I start selling these bad boys on my website. Not too bad of an idea for an “idiot” is it? I will be making more money off you than you do yourself. But that’s not what I want to talk about…well not the making money off your muted ass at least…but I want to talk about some of your comments.

You think that I am an idiot for passing up on the title to face Danny, you think that you are better than me because you methodically…and boringly I might add…wait for your moment to strike the "great" MDK down. You think you are something special because you hold the title I created in this company…that’s right, it was a lightweight title before I got my hands on it the first time…I changed it to the hardcore title…there’s a part of the history you left out...

Your problem Mr. Specter is that you are thinking small. I know, you are taking the slow road to getting to Danny and you think that is big picture thinking…but you’re thinking small my friend. I did what I did, I passed on a shot at the title to get my hands on Danny…and in the end my persistence payed off…I now have Tenegra off my back and I can go on to face Doug for the title unhindered by MDK’s meddling …it’s the way I have always pictured it. I thought long term, and now I have exactly what I wanted all along, no strings attached. I earned my fucking shot, it wasn't handed to me...and that's how I wanted it. If you knew your history of SCW like you claim you do…if you’ve done your research…then you would know taking that title from Doug is my life’s goal right now. That’s what I am here to do…embarrass the man who wrote me out of the record books, take the one thing that means anything to him, and stand at the top of the mountain as the man…the man who you will strive to be...the man who is better than Douglie.

Adrien, you had some very strong words for me, you think I don’t think clearly, that I imitate the late great Randy Poffo like it is a bad thing, that I am not worthy or good enough to be the SCW Global Champion...like anyone truly believes that crap. You read into shit way too much without the ability to talk shit out with others man. You assume the man that is about to come down to that ring poses no threat to the great tongueless hardcore champion. Well Adrien I am here to tell you to pull your head out of your ass…you can’t tongue yourself anyway…so pull it out of there and look me in the eyes.

(Ex leans forward and stares into the camera talking to Adrien directly, with a very serious look on his face.)

Ex-Is your head out of your ass man? I hope so because you need to listen to me now. You sir are not the first and you sure as hell won’t be the last one to take good old Ex as a joke. Everyone who has come before you has learned very…oh so very quickly who the fucking joke was on when they thought like you. Your hardcore title means nothing to me…I’ve held it more times than you can say peter piper picked a pack of pickled peppers…you, and that title are old news to me. You failed when you were a part of Team Extream…and you will fail in that ring tonight when you try to make your name at my expense.

Yes Adrien…you are for all intents and purposes…in over your tongueless head. You're stepping into the ring with the man who made that title you hold worth a piss…without me coming before you…you would be looked at as a fucking joke of a champion around here…so your welcome.

Now tonight…I am going to show you why you should be thanking me instead of antagonizing me…but you made your bed…now I am going to make you sleep in it. Get ready to find out why I am the man every hardcore wrestler strives to be…it’s going to be my pleasure to teach an old dog a new trick…being humble. You Adrien are my sole focus right now…and that’s just what you wanted right. You want to prove your worth to SCW and the hardcore title scene…then come on down and get you some of the number one contender…now where’s my chair…we have some god damn work to do.

(Ex throws the mic down, rips his Specter shirt off, and storms away from the camera, gripping a chair up that was leaning against a wall and making his way to the ring.)

CR-I don’t think Ex liked being antagonized by Specter this week…

OC-You’re just stealing his words…

CR-Regardless…Adrien may have provoked the wrong man at the wrong time.

OC-You say that every time…

CR-And look what happened to Ashleigh…have you seen her since? We can’t afford to lose our hardcore champion because he spoke like that to…

OC-He can’t speak…he doesn’t have a damn tongue…

CR-Good point…how about we just get to the action then.

OC-Good friken idea…

---COMMERCIAL---

(Sean Panache and Michael Thunder are backstage)

SP: “Did you see the look on Grocery Boy’s face after the match?”

MT: “He was wearing a bag?”

SP: “Exactly but you could see his eyes... You could taste the disappointment...”

MT: “And now I have my ticket to Cancun Clash booked and it’s for a Golden Opportunity.”

SP: “You know all about that too. Now all we need is to get my ticket there...”

(A familiar face from earlier in the show walks towards the pair.)

SP: “What does this jack-ass hillbilly want?”

(He approaches the pair and Panache steps in front of Thunder.)

SP: “You’re in the wrong part of the arena kid. I suggest you turn around right now if you know what’s good for you.”

?: “I mean no harm sir. I’m just doing things the proper way.”

SP: “What the hell are you talking about?”

(But Thunder holds up a hand.)

MT: “Hear him out...”

?: “The name is Parker. Sam Parker. I’m new here and I know it’s the done thing to introduce yourself to the big dogs of this company so here I am.”

(Parker holds out a hand to Sean who simply looks down at it, snorts and turns to Thunder.)

SP: “Can you believe this kid? What is he? A budget Jacob Wright?”

(But Thunder remains silent as Parker turns towards him with the outstretched hand.)

SP: “Get the fuck out of here kid before we treat you to an ORC kind of greeting...”

Parker: “I was only trying to be friendly man. You two have a pleasant evening...”

(He nods to the pair and walks off leaving the Sean looking bemused and Thunder looking deep in thought.)

---

(Chris Strike flounces backstage when he is approached by Marvin Peabody.)

MP: “Chris! Chris! May I have a few words.”

CS: “I have a few words! Jackpot. Disappointment. Injustice.”

MP: “Well after Jackpot, you did walk away empty handed as Jeremiah Belmont defended his United Title. How are you feeling?”

CS: “Empty handed? You couldn’t be more wrong you see Marv. I walked out of Vegas last Sunday with the greatest prize in wrestling.”

(He leads Jo McFarlane in by the hand and twirls her for the camera.)

CS: “To lose to Jer was disappointing and I’m sure it marred an otherwise entertaining night for the viewing public. One thing for certain though is that Chris Strike won’t be resting on his laurels as we start the long ride to Cancun Clash.”

MP: “So over the next few weeks, what is the plan for Chris Strike.”

CS: “There is no doubt in my mind that after seeing Michael Thunder getting his place in the SureShot match booked that I want a piece of that. You may have a man called Thunder there but what you need is the God of Thunder... And nobody is going to stop me.”

?: “You’re right, after what I just heard, I will.”

(Chris turns around and sees the new face in SCW Nobody standing there.)

CS: “And you are?”

N: “Nobody.”

CS: “You’re right there. A Nobody.”

N: “Yes! Nobody. That’s my name.”

CS: “No, what’s your real name.”

N: “... I don’t know.”

CS: “Where are you from?”

N: “I don’t know...”

CS: “Jesus Christ. What do you know?”

N: “I know who I’m facing next week.”

CS: “Oh really.”

N: “Yeah. M.D.K. has sanctioned a match for a place in the SureShot match. You and me one on one.”

(Chris takes a step back and Jo glares at him.)

N: “You two have a great day now.”

(Nobody smiles at the pair and walks off.)

---COMMERCIAL---

(The lights turn green at ringside as the bass to Charlie Big Potato plays. His entrance kicks in and he appears on the ramp. He saunters down to the ring with four briefcases in the hands of four assistants...)

OC: “The boss is out to play!”

CR: “He has four briefcases... Four!”

OC: “Good work on the counting sugar tits.”

(He climbs into the ring with a smirk on his face and a microphone in his hands as the assistants place the four briefcases at his feet. The assistants make themselves scarce as M..D.K. allows the crowd to die down.)

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

(Big heat for this.)

M.D.K.: “Last week at Jackpot, you saw four of the elite of Sin City Wrestling earn a chance at glory. Who loved Jackpot?”

(Big cheers for this.)

OC: “Can’t argue with the masses.”

M.D.K.: “I know, Jackpot blew your fragile minds... Now to let you know who has golden opportunities. Get them out here now!”

(The opening bars to Dorling’s music begins but M.D.K. interrupts it.)

M.D.K.: “No! No! No! You don’t get music to waste half my fucking show. Just all of you out here now, no intros, no faff, no fuss... All three of you... Together...”

(To no music, Dorling, Shelbi and Jacob Wright come down the ramp looking bewildered at no entrance. They walk down to the ring and climb in. None of them acknowledge the other as M.D.K. paces around the three of them.)

M.D.K.: “So first and foremost, you each get a congratulations... And now to get down to the nitty and the indeed... Gritty.”

(He walks up to Jacob Wright.)

M.D.K.: “Jacob, your final moves at Jackpot are etched in the minds of each and every one of the people that watched. Now, you get your reward.”

(He hands him his briefcase.)

M.D.K.: “Jacob Wright, you won... A shot... At the TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!”

(Huge pop for this and Wright looks delighted. Wright goes to the ropes and holds up the briefcase to the fans who pop before M.D.K. walks up to Shelbi Lynn.)

M.D.K.: “Shelbi, the Amazon, the troubled soul and the alpha female in the eyes of many... Take your reward...”

(Before she can open it, M.D.K. hands Dorling his briefcase.)

M.D.K.: “Chris, to many you made the right decision at Jackpot, you chose the right side of the line in the sand. Take your reward...)

(They each go to a corner and open their briefcases. Dorling smiles and holds up his open briefcase that reads United Championship Shot!)

OC: “Dorling gets a United shot!”

(Shelbi turns and drops to her knees and holds the briefcase over her head. It read... GLOBAL CHAPIONSHIP SHOT.)

CR: “Shelbi! Global Championship! Oh my god!”

(Shelbi looks stunned as M.D.K. shakes the hands of Dorling and Shelbi before bumping knuckles with Jacob Wright who offered a hand. The three leave the ring as M.D.K. plays with a fourth.)

M.D.K.: “You might be wondering about this little fella. This is going to be the start of something magnificent. Something to change the face of Sin City Wrestling. The landscape will change forever...”

(Big pops for this.)

M.D.K.: “And you’ll find out... Next week.”

(He smirks as the crowd boo. His music plays again and we cut to a commercial.)

---COMMERCIAL---

[M.D.K.]

Extream vs. Adrien Specter

GC: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Hershey, Pennsylvania...EXTREAM!!

(The lights dim.....the crowd rumbles with anticipation.....Boom goes the pyro as "Fuck Authority" blares across the arena and the lights start to flicker. Extream hits the ramp, bursting with energy, and holding his chair. He stares into the crowd that start to chant his name, "Ex Ex Ex", soaking it all in for a moment.

Then with a flash he takes off for the ring slapping hands with as many fans as he can on his way to the ring. As he gets to ringside he walks around the ring towards the announce table. He does one full lap before rolling into the ring and immediately climbing a turnbuckle holding his chair high above his head to the delight of the crowd. He drops back down to the mat, drops his chair outside the ring, makes a few remarks to the official before leaning in the corner.)

GC: And his opponent, 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.)

CR: I want to say how it must feel for Extream to be vindicated after months of battling. He finally has his guaranteed shot at the SCW Global Championship.

OC: He didn't choke for a change. Wanna bet he chokes here against Specter, now two-time hardcore champion who has only a blemish?

CR: I assure you this will be an intriguing contest but I won't lower myself to your gambling addicted level.

(The hardcore champion has that hungry look in his eyes as he locks up with Extream. His speed bests the power game of Extream early on but Ex catches him running with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and the pace of the match slows down. There's still a lot of back and forth but Extream mixes in some punishing moves countering a hurricanrana with a powerbomb and hitting the hardcore champion stiff.)

CR: The physicality in this match is as brutal as I expected it to be.

OC: Why wasn't this a hardcore match to begin with? Are we babying Extream now that he has a Global title shot?

(Ex tries a scoop powerslam but Specter goes behind and shoves him into the corner. He attempts Fight or Flight but Ex throws him onto the apron. Specter hits a forearm and Ex steps back. He springboards in but lands on a boot from Ex. He tries hooking the arms for a Too The Extreme but Specter back body drops him instead. He waits a second for Ex to get up and then runs off the ropes flying at Ex for a cross body block. Ex catches him and the momentum takes him back to the ropes but instead Ex dumps Specter over the ropes and to the floor.

Specter lands right next to a foreign object planted there. Its a handle that leads to something under the ring. He pulls it out and its his morning star, Pricilla!)

OC: What the?

CR: This is a weapon SCW doesn't often see. And this is VERY dangerous!

(Ex is standing by the apron and Specter swings it under the ropes and he hits Ex with it causing him to trip and fall backward. The ref calls for the bell.)

GC: Here is your winner as a result of a disqualification, Extream!!

OC: Specter just got himself...disqualified?

CR: He had more interest in using Pricilla instead of winning the match apparently. My question is why?

(Specter stalks Ex after Ex rolls out of the ring while he's swinging Pricilla. Ex grabs his chair just in time as he blocks another swipe of the morning star with his chair. Ex tosses the chair down and backs away up the ramp with a shocked look on his face staring back at Specter.)

Winner via DQ: Extream

---COMMERCIAL---

(M.D.K. is in his office on his phone looking concerned.)

M.D.K.: “Ashleigh you are supposed to be here tonight. Where the fuck are you? Look when you get this message give me a ring and I’ll work something out for you. Don’t let me down...”

(He slams down the phone and there is a knock on the door and Spider Bait walks in. M.D.K. merely looks up and glares at him.)

SB: “Hey, boss man... Err, MD... Do you have proper name? Seems a bit stupid me referring to you as an abbreviation...”

M.D.K.: “Coming from you... Master Bait...”

(Spider Bait nods his head.)

SB: “Ah, I see what you did there... Very amusing... Regardless, I just thought I’d come by and offer my services to the One Ring Circus.”

M.D.K.: “You? In the ORC? As what? The fucking tea boy?”

SB: “That’s how you see me though isn’t it? A novelty act? A clown? Seems like I’d be more suited to the circus than the ring.”

M.D.K.: “What are you talking about? Have you been eating poppy seeds again?”

SB: “You know exactly what I mean. Constantly throwing me in these exhibition matches as some form of light entertainment between the ‘real’ matches, or putting me an as an extra body in a fight I have no business being in. I want the chance to prove myself and I’ll never do that if you keep putting me in these match ups.”

M.D.K.: “Look kid. You’re new in the business and you have to earn your place here just like everybody has done. Just like I did when I was in that ring every week. You have to show you are more than a glorified acrobat.”

SB: “You obviously think I’m a joke. Look at the guys I’m facing, where have they gone after facing me? Title shots. Some of them I beat some of them I didn’t, but in every single match I’ve proven to be just as much of a competitor as them, and yet you don’t give me my opportunity. Hell, I beat Grocery Boy at Jackpot and the following week he gets a match in a SureShot qualifier?”

M.D.K.: “And Grocery Boy has been here since the dawn of time being put through a glorified grinder to the likes of Damien Lester! He’s put his shift in... can you say that?”

SB: “I think in the past few months I have done that and more.”

M.D.K.: “Well bully for you! What do you want; a fucking medal?”

SB: “I’m looking to face one of the best, one on one. I want to prove to the world what I’m capable. Give me the champ, Doug E Fresh, I don’t care about the title. Or how about yourself? Step out of the suit and let me show you how much of a clown I am.”

(M.D.K. fixes his gaze on Spider Bait as the two have a stare off. M.D.K. bolts out of his seat and Spider Bait flinches. M.D.K. smirks and sits back down as Spider Bait steps forwards again.)

M.D.K.: “How about this. Next week you will have a match. One to really challenge you... One to set the cat amongst the pigeons. One that will have everybody realising that you are the real deal.”

SB: “A SureShot qualifier?”

M.D.K.: “Let’s call it a Provisional Interim SureShot Qualifying Qualifier.”

(Spider Bait puts his hands on his hips and shakes his head.)

M.D.K.: “I can see the posters now... Spider Bait... Versus... The BERRS!”

SB: “Are you kidding me? They have Velcro shoes because laces trouble them!”

M.D.K.: “All three of them in a handicap match!”

SB: “You know what? Fine. I’ll be there next week. I’ll beat the pretty boys and I’ll show you just how valuable I am to this company... I’ll show you!”

M.D.K.: “Fine but for now let me show you something...”

SB: “I’m not Ashleigh McDaniel under this mask you know...”

M.D.K.: “I’m talking about the door... Now fuck off...”

(Spider Bait shakes his head as he leaves M.D.K.’s office and we cut to a commercial.)

---COMMERCIAL---

CWC ASCENSION MATCH #1
Shelbi Lynn Carter (SCW) vs. Captain Teatly (CPW) vs. Prophet (FA)

CR: As a special treat to you fans tonight, we are acknowledging the Championship Wrestling Council Ascension tournament by featuring two of their first round matches here TONIGHT on Wildcard!

OC: SCW has a total of six representatives in the tournament and two of them have the 'home field' advantage of competing tonight.

GC: The following triple threat match is in the first round of the ASCENSION TOURNAMENT!! Introducing first, a free agent wrestler from Xibalba...PROPHET!!

(Prophet's theme song "Aurora" by Tides begins playing over the loudspeaker.

The mysterious Prophet wanders out from the back showing no acknowledgment of the fans in attendance. He is wearing a hooded robe to cover his face. Once he reaches the ring he climbs in and removes the robe to reveal that he has blue painted symbols of mysterious origin on his face. He also removes a necklace with a mysterious symbol on it before his music stops playing as he continues to show no emotion about anything.)

GC: Introducing next, from Teabagtropolis...(Geoff sounds confused) ...representing Catholic Panda Wrestling...Captain TEATLY!!

(Put Your Balls on it by Death! Death! Die! hits as Captain Teatly walks onto the stage with the balls of steel pauses for a moment to soak in the fan's reaction than runs down towards the ring slapping the hands of fans and slides into the ring he than gets up and Teabags the closest turnbuckle as he jumps down his music cuts and he places the balls of steel in the corner.)

GC: And the final competitor, from Manchester, New Hampshire and REPRESENTING SCW...Shelbi LYNN!!

(As the intro to "I Am Legend - Out For Blood" By Arch Enemy begins to play, white pyro begins to splash up out from the side of the entrance ramp. Amazon flashes on the SinTron to the strumming of the guitar, flashing highlights of Shelbi Lynn dominating opponents, and out from behind the curtain Shelbi emerges.

Walking down the ramp to the marching beat, she headbangs her way to the ring with arms stretched out to either side, her hair flying back in forth in a flurry as she slaps hands with fans. She slides into the ring as a multicolored light show flashes in the ring. Raising her hands up quickly white pyro erupts from the ring posts as the music cuts out. The Amazon has arrived.)

OC: Pop for the home fed girl! What a contest this is looking to be with these three talented wrestlers!!

CR: Shelbi's big win at Jackpot is momentum and she hopes to carry that into the Ascension tournament as well as here in SCW. But the unknown factor of opponents you've never faced before can haunt even the best wrestlers. Captain Teatly and Prophet are both decorated challengers.

OC: So what's the deal? Does only one superstar move on?

CR: Two actually. To move on to round two, you can win the match or stay out of the decision. Only the wrestler who is pinned or submits will be eliminated.

OC: Will we be hosting a round two match?

CR: Who knows. Possibly!

(Teatly shows off his lower region to Shelbi with a motion which doesn't impress her. He swings at her but she ducks it and then bell claps him before springing to the ropes however Prophet hits the ropes causing Shelbi to lose her balance and hang on them. Prophet boots Teatly near the DQ area and then hits spinning neckbreaker. This gets a near fall and we see a few of those in the early going with one particular noting Shelbi taking a leg lariat Teatly calls Teabagery but Prohpet disrupts the count.)

OC: There are some interesting characters showing up in SCW tonight. Just saying.

CR: One is painted blue and the other has an appreciation for his privates. What happens in Vegas Oscar...

(Teatly smacks some of the blue paint off Prophet which angers him and the two exchange punches until Shelbi, unnoticed by both, leaps backward with a moonsault taking them both down! The Amazon gets to the ropes and this time connects on her springing superkick when Prophet gets up and ducks it so that it connects on Teatly. Prophet then tries a quick roll up on Shelbi but its just a two count.

All of them are back up and Teatly levels Prophet with a thrusting knee. He then trips Shelbi leaving her hang over the ropes. A smile goes across his face as he goes for the Extreme Teabag, a 619 like maneuver but swinging through the ropes, Shelbi ducks away. Teatly stands back up and walks right into Prophet and The Black Road! His C-4 lays Teatly out and he covers. Shelbi wants the win but still survives as she can't break the pinfall in time.)

GC: The winner of this match and advancing to the second round of Ascension is Prophet!! Due to not being involved in the pinfall. Shelbi Lynn also advances!

OC: Wow. That was a pretty sudden ending!

CR: Certainly not the way Shelbi or SCW wanted it to go but she still gets to move on due to the structure of the tournament. Congrats goes to Prophet for winning his match on our turf!

(In the end, Prophet has his hand raised by the referee while Shelbi walks off knowing she moved on. The reaction to the winner is mixed of course but he celebrates nonetheless.)

Winner: Prophet
Also advancing: Shelbi Lynn

---COMMERCIAL---

(The camera switches to backstage, where interviewer Skip Trippe is sitting in a raised chair, microphone in hand)

ST: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I’d like to introduce a very special guest to Sin City Wrestling. He joins us from Experts-affiliated Action Packed Wrestling. He is none other than…Kurt Noble!

(The camera shifts over to reveal Kurt Noble next to Skip. Noble’s dressed in a lavish black suit, with an accompanying white cane. He brushes some of the graying hairs out of his eyes as he speaks.)

KN: Very happy to be here tonight Skip. First time being in the city of Angels, and I’ve only lost half my monthly APW salary! Guess I don’t have much of a poker face.

ST: You may not be the best gambler, but SCW is glad to have you tonight. Speaking of which…rumors have been circulating as to your appearance tonight. Could Kurt Noble possibly be making his SCW debut soon?

(Noble chuckles to himself as Skip’s eyes widen a bit.)

KN: Well…as happy as I am to disappoint Doug Fresh, I’m not officially joining Sin City tonight. I’m actually here to help promote some upcoming promotional events that APW and SCW are both a part of. You can never rub too many shoulders with your neighbors…that is, unless you catch them stealing out of your pocket.

(Noble snickers…but ST doesn’t. Noble awkwardly moves on.)

KN: Anyway, the Championship Wrestling Council is actually hosting its first round match-ups in APW tomorrow night, believe it or not. I’ll be going against SCW’s own Jacob Wright, as well as NEW’s Outkast. I’m really looking forward for another chance at going up against SCW talent. I won’t be a part of the APW Rival Factions team, but if the match is anything like Supremacy, it’ll be one for the ages.

ST: Sure…

(Noble fidgets in his seat, and taps his cane as Skip smiles awkwardly.)

KN: But hey, I’d love to see some SCW talent stop by in APW. We had a solid SCW turnout for Survive and Conquer, and I’d really love to be able to face-off against-

(Suddenly Noble goes quiet as he looks over to see Adrien Specter, the Hardcore title over his shoulder, along with Richard by his side.)

KN: And here he is now.

RS: Good evening Mr. Noble.

(Adrien nods to Kurt as Skip steps back, and holds the mic between the three of them.)

KN: Well as I was saying to Skip a moment ago, I was impressed by the turnout SCW had for Survive and Conquer a few weeks ago.

RS: Yes...actually we were hoping to talk to you about that. You see, we all know you're not just here to promote APW, or the CWC Tournament...Because if we remember, you and Adrien had a little wager back then didn't you?

KN: ...Yeah, we kinda did.

RS: You see Mr. Noble. Myself and my brother are fans of yours, and since the Extreme Tournament last year, he's been dying for a match with you. And so you put up that if you lasted longer then Adrien, then you would come to SCW, and finally get what he's been after for some time.

KN: That is true, we did have that wager, and I did last longer then Adrien. Made it to the final three in fact-

RS: Not without my brother's assistance though. You see, although Adrien did not win the match, he still assisted you when he came back into the ring and floored MDK. Although he may have gotten back into the ring, you can't help but point out Adrien's assistance in his downfall in the match.

KN: That it true, I'll give credit where it's due, you did weaken him for the rest of us.

RS: Believe me Mr. Noble, that was more for my brother's pleasure then for anyone's assistance.

(Adrien smiles as everyone gets a little uneasy at the sight of him.)

RS: But regardless, unfortunately, he didn't get the chance to meet up with you after the match to finalize your trip here. You see he was kind of in a hurry to get his SCW Hardcore Championship back the next day. So I must say it is a stroke of luck that you just happen to turn up to promote The Experts along with CWC, right here, in Adrien's stomping ground.

KN: Well I'm sorry gentlemen, but I'm afraid that I'm not fighting anyone tonight.

RS: Oh no, you misunderstand us Kurt. For you see Adrien's already booked tonight against Extream. And as much as he would like to face you sooner rather then later, I'm afraid he has his other obligations.

KN: So what would you suggest?

(Richard looks to Adrien, who gives him a small nod, before he turns back to Kurt with a smile.)

RS: You and my brother, next week. Right here in Vegas. I'm sure Danny won't mind having the famous Kurt Noble appearing on his program, even if it is just a one off appearance. What do you say Mr. Noble? Are you ready to see if you're good enough to take on The Ghost of SCW?

(Slowly Adrien extends his hand forward towards Kurt. Slowly Noble looks down at Adrien's hand, before looking up to the brothers, before finally taking it, and shaking as the Vegas crowd's cheers can be heard even in the back.)

KN: I guess I'll be seeing you next week.

RS: Oh believe me Mr. Noble...he's looking forward to it.

(Slowly Adrien takes his hand back, before the brothers give one final nod to Kurt and Skip, before making their exit.)

---COMMERCIAL---

Jacob Wright vs. Jeremiah Belmont vs. Matt Matlock

GC: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Madrid, Spain...Jacob WRIGHT!!

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

GC: Introducing the next competitor, 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 finally, from London, England, he is the current SCW United Champion...Jeremiah BELMONT!!

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

CR: Is there anyone more on top of his game than Jeremiah after his thrilling title defense at Jackpot?

OC: Jacob, a Jackpot winner who dumped former TFWF Champion over the top rope with a second to go. I'm still a big Matlock fan. This guy's mean and I like it!

(Usually you'll see someone back down in a triple threat and let the other two go at it but these three take turns exchanging blows and not backing down. Jacob humiliates both Jer and Matt at one point getting each with the googatchoo but then attempting to wedgie Jer during a gutwrench, Matt hammers him with a clothesline. Matt dumps Jer out of the ring and works on Jacob. There's a rotation for a few minutes between Matt and Jer each getting rid of the other so they can continue to isolate Jacob and try to win the match without the interference of the other.)

OC: After the start of this match, Jacob's really been getting most of the punishment.

CR: A little jealousy from Matt for being a Jackpot winner. He has a point to prove but hasn't backed it up yet.

(Fighting finally turns between Jer and Matt as Jer gets back in the ring and delivers the Darkside Drop to Matt! Jacob breaks up the pinfall before the three count! He sits Jer up and delivers the Wright Place followed by the Wright Time! This time its Matt who breaks up the near fall. It's just impossible to win this match with all three in the ring. Matt pulls Jer up off the mat and lifts him over his shoulders into the crucifix position for the Animal Instinct but Jacob pulls Jer down and shoves Matt away only to turn around and walk right into the Rapture!!

However, before Jer can capitalize after hitting the superkick, Matlock rushes him with a knee strike that sends him through to the apron. He then falls to cover Jacob and Jer can't get back in the ring in time to stop the three count!)

GC: Here is your winner, Matt Matlock!!

OC: How about THAT for a statement?

CR: Matlock gets a win over Jackpot winner AND the United champion! That should open some eyes. What an encounter!

(Matt falls out of the ring opting not to let the ref raise his hand and instead gives double middle fingers to the crowd as his arms are up in the air signifying victory.)

Winner: Matt Matlock

---COMMERCIAL---

(We find Sam Parker walking down the corridor when he comes to the brooding figure of Adrien Specter leaning against a wall with a bottle of water in his hand.)

Parker: “Good evening man. I’m Sam Parker. I’m kind of new around here but looking to make your acquaintance.”

(Specter looks him up and down and as he takes a mouthful of water from his bottle, doesn’t take his eyes off of the rookie. Specter nods to Parker and then looks away. Parker looks a little awkward.)

Parker: “Not the chatty type huh? Well I can understand that with some guys.”

(Specter simply looks at Parker and offers a weak smile. There is an uneasy pause for a few moments. Parker emit’s a deep sigh.)

Parker: “Nice weather this evening...”

(Specter rolls his eyes and shakes his head as Parker continues.)

Parker: “So what are you, the strong silent type? I can dig that. What’s your story though? My family aren’t too happy about me being here... They wanted me to work on the farm and follow the family business but it wasn’t for me...”

(Specter - clearly having had enough, places his hands on the shoulders of Parker and pushes him into the wall. He then opens his mouth and reveals the stub of tattered tongue left in his mouth. Parker looks visibly shocked and nauseated.)

Parker: “Oh my god! What the hell happened to you? Who did that?”

(Specter releases his hold on the shaken Parker and with a broad grin, points to himself and makes a cutting gesture. Parker puts his hand to his mouth and staggers off leaving Specter chuckling. His brother appears and looks puzzled at Adrien.)

RS: “Who was that?”

(Specter signs something to Richard who responds with a laugh and a shake of his head.)

RS: “Rookies...”

---COMMERCIAL---

Damien Lester vs. Chris Strike

GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Sao Paulo, Brazil...Chris STRIKE!!

(The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” by KISS blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple as the drum solo begins…and up towards a throne at the top of some stairs. A man rises from the throne and makes his way down the steps…and once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above.

“The God of Thunder” Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the SCW fan base as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. A smirk falls on his lips as the self-proclaimed God of Thunder is showered by gold, white and black streamers and two bright white pyros on the sides of the ramp. Smirking, Strike begins making his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring.

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. The God of Thunder just gives the fans a sly smirk as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” fades…)

GC: And his opponent, currently residing in Las Vegas, Nevada...Damien LESTER!!

(CUT MY LIFE INTO PIECES

THIS IS MY LAST RESORT

Last Resort by Papa Roach 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: Who had a better showing in a defeat at Jackpot, Lester or Strike? And don't let Lester hear you if you say Strike.

CR: Neither of these men want to think about that. They're focused on winning tonight!

(These two start brawling. Big closed fist from Lester. Mongolian Chop from Strike. Forearm. European Uppercut. Swinging clothesline but Strike ducks it and running calf kick in return. One handed bulldog gets thrown away by Lester and with Strike seated, Lester goes off the ropes with a running knee to the head. As the match continues its a mixture of impact moves when Lester is in control and more of a striking frenzy from Chris when its in his favor. Lester re assumes control later on and is trying to choke the life out of Strike with a dragon sleeper.)

CR: I don't think many use that hold better than Damien Lester.

OC: I dare you to say that anyone does anything better than Damien to his face.

(Lester releases the hold and pulls Strike up from behind for a dragon suplex but his arms slip free and he quickly gets Lester up into the fireman's carry and does a rolling slam. He quickly follows this with a second rope moonsault and goes for a cover but only gets a two count. Surprised he has that much in him after the sleeper hold but he stays on the attack. He throws Lester onto the apron and Lester tries to drape Strike's head over the ropes but it misses and after Lester lands outside, Strike goes to the apron and leaps out connecting with an Asai Moonsault!

Both men are down as the ref starts his count. At about five, Strike's up first but when he goes to grab Lester, Lester shoves him into the guard rail and then pretty much body splashes him against the rail! Lester pulls him up and Strike shoves him off and the two start brawling again when the bell rings. Why?)

GC: Neither man decided to answer the ten count of the referee therefore this match has been ruled a double countout!

OC: Awww. Come on!

CR: I don't really think either of them realized the referee was counting this entire time!

(That stops the action for mere moments before Lester and Strike resume trying to tear into one another. It's not long before security is out to pull them apart. Two evenly matched superstars continue to glare at one another while being held back as we take a break!)

Winner: Double Countout

---COMMERCIAL---

(Brenda Vixen is on her phone and removes her shades to reveal anger etched across her face.)

BV: “What do you mean you are running late? I don’t care if you are in the building now! You should have been here a Doug Damn hour ago!”

(Scott Black places his hands on her shoulders to calm her down. She shrugs him off.)

BV: “Just get your ass here now Devin. I’m not in the mood for this.”

(She angrily ends her call and Scott tries to calm her down again.)

SB: “Relax girl. He’s a bit late so what?”

BV: “Doug expects a lot from us tonight. A main event again and a chance to get some payback against that heathen. The non-believer. I want to feed him my boot down his throat.”

?: “Oh look. The little minion has got herself into a rage. How cute to see an insect so upset.”

(Brenda turns to see Sabra and Gryphon standing there smirking at her.)

BV: “Did I ask you for an opinion? If I needed to be entertained, I’d kick your head off to see if there was a smaller Sabra inside you...”

SN: “Oh really. And you think a creature like you could do that? An Amazon and a pen pusher couldn’t do it at Jackpot so what chance do you have little girl?”

BV: “And I’m neither of them. I’m something far better and part of an entity far greater than anything you could begin to comprehend.”

SN: “Ah yes... Your precious Sinistry... How cute. How about this little girl. Next week on Wildcard, you can see if you are a woman of your word. We go one on one. Winner gets into the SureShot match at Cancun Clash.”

BV: “Fine. Just watch your back suki...”

(Devin Hearst cracks Sabra across the back with a double axe handle and Sabra stumbles. She recovers as Gryphon manages to knee Devin in the midsection allowing Sabra to take control. Brenda surges forwards but a palm to the face from Sabra sends her tumbling backwards. Scott Black goes to her aid as Gryphon boots him in the gut. Sabra charges Devin into a vending machine before taking the can that falls out and smacks Devin in the temple with it before dropping Hearst with a DDT to the concrete. Devin isn’t moving as Sabra stands up and straightens herself up. She looks down at Devin and snorts.)

SN: “Pathetic... See you next week.”

(She and Gryphon saunter off.)

---COMMERCIAL---

CWC ASCENSION MATCH #2
David Cyclone (SCW) vs. Tyler Graves (NEW) vs. Crowbar (WARPED)

GC: The following is our second featured match in the ASCENSION TOURNAMENT!! Introducing first, from Long Beach, California and representing WARPED wrestling...CROWBAR!!

("Just close your eyes" by Waterproof Blonde hits as blue lights illuminate the arena. As the chorus hits Crowbar walks out to a mixed reaction from the fans. He stands at the entrance and looks around at everyone before beginning his walk to the ring. He stops half way down with a grin on his face before pointing at the crowd, appreciating the reaction before continuing his walk down to the ring. He walks up the ring steps and steps over the top rope, heading towards the corner post. He steps up onto the second turnbuckle and looks around with a smile before jumping down and standing in the middle of the ring.)

GC: Introducing next, from Chicago, Illinois and representing NEWera wrestling...Tyler GRAVES!!

(The lights in the arena dies down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation. “The Air That I Breathe“ by All That Remains suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of red lights. We then suddenly see the stage being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Tyler Graves. He roars and pumps the crowd as they cheers him on.

As the red lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the whole arena still and pumps up the crowd again. He then continues walking making his way around the ring slapping some hands of the fans. He then stops in front of a steel steps and runs up to it stopping on the ring apron. He then proceeds to jump in to the ring. He then walks to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He roars and raises his arms in the air to the delight of the fans. He then drops down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge as the fans cheers him on. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponent.)

GC: And lastly, from Bournemouth, England, REPRESENTING SCW...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.)

CR: The massive crowd reaction isn't just because Cyclone is the home favorite here. Our fans know what happened at Jackpot when he came to the aid of Insomnia which could mean the Serial Thrillas are back!

OC: Graves and Crowbar can't enjoy the boos they get being here in SCW.

CR: Those boos could turn to cheers with really impressive wrestling. Crowbar is a talent in his own right and Graves has an impressive resume everywhere he's been. I've heard he was supposed to be representing NEWera however there's some conflict with management over that.

OC: We're happy at whoever wants to make their mark here wherever they're from. But don't hate me for being a Cyclone fan!

(Cyclone is double teamed to start the match by both Crowbar and Graves. Once he is down for a moment, the two turn to one another and start trading chops. Graves uses his lucha libre style to stay a leg up on Crowbar as he's faster and can get away from the power maneuvers. Cyclone tries to reinsert himself into the match but either Graves or Crowbar manage to isolate him out of the ring.)

CR: I suppose a way to neutralize home field advantage would be to keep the home team from getting any offense.

OC: You hear these people though? They're getting pissed!

(Eventually Cyc is able to fight through and take them both down. He shows off his impressive suplexing ability giving a dose to each man before going for a cover on Graves but Crowbar breaks it up. Cyc tries to throw Crowbar through the corner into the ringpost shoulder first but its reversed and Cyc hits it instead. Graves grabs Crowbar and gets him on his shoulders for Lights Out but Crowbar falls behind him and when Graves turns around Crowbar hits his jumping cutter called the KFO!!

Crowbar gets back up but walks right into a Gut Check spear from Cyclone!! Crowbar rolls out of the ring and Cyc looks at the fallen Graves realizing the opportunity. He ascends the top turnbuckle and leaps off delivering the Deathplant Frogsplash right in the middle of the ring! He covers and the crowd counts with the ref to three!)

GC: The winner of this match and advancing to the second round of Ascension is David Cyclone!! Due to not being involved in the pinfall. Crowbar also advances!

CR: Big win for Cyclone! Despite all that is happening right now for him in SCW, he is able to keep that to the side for one match and really pull out a great performance!

OC: Crowbar was pretty good. Graves brought more than I expected as well but in the end, Cyclone picked his spot and won it for SCW.

CR: That concludes our Ascension matches tonight but we're really thankful to have hosted matches and we appreciate Graves and Crowbar as well as Captain Teatly and Prophet for bringing their style of competition to SCW tonight!

(He's a bit exhausted but Cyc stands tall with the ref raising his arm in victory. Graves rolls out of the ring holding his gut while Crowbar, looking displeased, still raises an arm since he too is moving on.)

Winner: David Cyclone
Also Advancing: Crowbar

---COMMERCIAL---

(Once again we find Sam Parker walking along. It’s been an eventful night for the rookie and he looks a little weary as he approaches the briefcase clutching Jacob Wright. Jacob sniffs the air.)

JW: “What’s that smell? It smells of... New blood.”

Parker: “Howdy sir...”

JW: “Why the long face? Didn’t you win tonight in your debut?”

Parker: “Let’s just say it’s been an eventful night. I beat a billionaire, got threatened by a Circus and saw a man who cut his own tongue off! What is this place?”

JW: “Sin City Wrestling.”

(Jacob turns to the camera and smiles in a cheesy manner before turning back to Sam.)

Parker: “Maybe jumping with both feet into Las Vegas was a bad idea.”

JW: “Nonsense... What you need is the appropriate... Welcome. Here.”

(Jacob holds out his hand and we hear the crowd shouting. Sam smiles.)

Parker: “Wow... Somebody who believes in the old ways. A pleasure to...”

(But he is cut off by a size eleven boot to the crotch courtesy of Jacob Wright. He grasps his groin and collapses to the at as Jacob leans down with his briefcase in his hand.)

JW: “Welcome to Sin City Wrestling.“

(Wright saunters off leaving Parker in a heap.)

---

(M.D.K. is on the phone again with a frown on his face.)

M.D.K.: “Ashleigh. I don’t get what the problem is here but where the hell are you? Call me now.“

(There is a knock on M.D.K.’s door. He looks up as the door opens and the sorriest sight stands in the doorway. It is Paradox and he has one arm in a sling, a Gabrielle style sequinned eye-patch, his leg in a plastic support, a plaster on his face similar to Nelly and is limping heavily. M.D.K. sighs and shakes his head as Paradox slowly makes his way into the office.)

PM: “Woe! Woe is me!”

M.D.K.: “Good evening Paradox. Always a pleasure and never a chore.”

PM: “Oh the pain! The terrific and horrific pain of it all!”

M.D.K.: “What’s the matter with you Paradox.”

PM: “That barbarian Lester! He has left me in such a terrible state.”

M.D.K.: “He did do quite a number on you at Jackpot didn’t he?”

PM: “The doctor...”

(He lets out a long exaggerated cough.)

PM: “Said I’m lucky to be standing and it’s all down to the fact that I am such an outstanding athlete.”

M.D.K.: “I’m sure it is... So what do I owe the pleasure?”

PM: “The doctor has said that it could take weeks to be fully healed. Months for a mere mortal but we both know I am more than that right?”

(He laughs but it turns into another long exaggerated cough.)

M.D.K.: “The trouble with that is Paradox, you are the Television Champion.”

PM: “I know and... *cough* if there was any other way. I know how much I mean to my adoring fans.”

M.D.K.: “I’m talking more about the rules of a champion.”

(Paradox leans forwards as M.D.K. looks down at a sheet of paper.)

M.D.K.: “Upon notification of injury, the champion has 21 days to compete or to vacate the title...”

(He looks up at Paradox who looks taken aback.)

M.D.K.: “That means pal, you have 21 days to man up or you hand that title over to the SCW again.”

PM: “You can’t! Think of how it will be devalued!”

M.D.K.: “Are you remembering who the title is held by at the moment?”

(Paradox looks unimpressed.)

M.D.K.: “21 Days...”

(As he says this, the door to M.D.K.’s office walks in and a young man swaggers in with a smirk on his face.)

?: “Alright boys? I hear you’re the bloke I need to speak to if I wanna be anything around here.”

M.D.K.: “That would be correct. And you are who exactly my non-door-knocking friend?”

WD: “Dyer. Wildfire Wesley Dyer...”

(He points with his thumb to Paradox.)

WD: “Who’s this mug?”

M.D.K.: “Nobody for you to bother yourself with. Now how can I help you Mr Dyer?”

WD: “That bloke tonight. Bear, Berr... Whatever the fuck he was. Isn’t quite what I had in mind when I wanted a fight.”

M.D.K.: “That’s understandable. Tell me what you want.”

WD: “I want a fight... A real fight...”

(Paradox turns around with a smile on his face.)

PM: “I have a fight for you.”

(Wesley stops, looks down and frowns at McSweeney.)

WD: “Are you still here?”

(Paradox turns around again.)

M.D.K.: “Mr McSweeney may have a point. You want a fight and I know somebody craving a challenge. You’ll have your fight Mr Dyer. Next week... Trust me!”

(He smirks at Dyer who reciprocates as we cut to a commercial.)

---COMMERCIAL---

Main Event: Insomnia and Dorling vs. Devin Hearst and Brenda Vixen

GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring, representing the Sinistry...Devin HEARST!! and Brenda VIXEN!!

(The music came on blasting through the speakers as Brenda and Devin come out together. Brenda is wearing a long black trench coat and shades while Devin looks fierce as always. They walk down the ramp together and enter the ring both with evil grins on their face.)

OC: Doug didn't express the disappointment that he had with Cid Phoenix awhile back when he brought about a losing effort for the Sinistry. It's because he's forgiving.

CR: He's certainly angry about Dorling. Which is probably showing here in Brenda and Devin coming out together to show the unity of the Sinistry!

GC: And now their opponents. First, 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 his tag team partner, from Brisbane, Australia...DORLING!!

(The lights in the arena dim as the opening chants of Message of the Bhagavat fill the arena. The Sintron is filled with images of classic B movies - giant lizards, King Kong, monsters from the sea - insterspersed with clips of Dorling performing vasrious exciting manouvres. As the songs kicks into life, red fireworks shoot up from the side of the entrance way and Dorling steps out, wearing his black and red wrestling trunks with his black boots, and his red 'No I in Team Dorling' T-Shirt. He makes his way down the ramp and climbs on to the ring apron. He peels off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before ducking under the top rope and sprinting across to the far corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle and holding both fists aloft.)

CR: The massive crowd reaction for Dorling just shows you that no one wanted him to be affiliated in any way with the Sinistry!!

OC: If he was trying to help destroy it from the inside, he will fail. You know Doug is watching.

(Weeks have been building up to see Devin Hearst and Insomnia in the same ring and its finally happening! Devin starts beating down on Som with clubbing blows until he throws Som into the ropes. Som ducks a clothesline and comes back wasting no time to make an impact with the Static Lullaby!

Last year you wouldn't imagine teamwork between Som and Dorling but we're witnessing it. Dorling with a knee to the gut, Som with a dragon uppercut, and then Dorling with a bulldog! Cover and a near fall. Dorling picks Hearst up and Devin turns the tables with a back gut kick followed by a forearm smash.

Devin drags Dorling over to Brenda and makes the tag. Devin holds Dorling in the corner so Brenda can hit a handspring back elbow smash followed by a bulldog of her own. She throws Dorling into the ropes. Som blind tags him. Dorling ducks a big boot and runs Brenda over the ropes and they both fall to the outside.

Som runs in and leaps out of the ring Som-err-sault plancha style and takes out Brenda with Dorling catching some of it too. Devin comes around the ring though and picks Som up from the mess and tumbles him into the steel steps!

Brenda is revived and throws Som back in the ring. Brenda and Devin take turns isolating Som from his corner where Dorling reaches out for a tag everytime Som gets close. The Sinistry duo make quick tags and perform double team maneuvers.

The turning point of the main event comes with Brenda in the ring with Som ready to chokeslam him. He breaks it mid-air and goes behind Brenda so that when she turns around he connects on a pele!)

CR: I'll admit that once action went outside the ring, this match has been ALL Sinistry. However this may be the chance for a comeback.

OC: I hate the pele kick. Why doesn't the victim just backstep!

(As Brenda makes the tag to Devin, Som gets the hot tag into Dorling and he springs in with a spinning heel kick to Devin as he was running in! Dorling knocks Devin back in the corner as Brenda comes in and hits him from behind! Devin runs back out but Dorling ducks and Devin stops himself right before running into Brenda but then he turns around right into a DORbreaker!

Som had run around the ring at this point and before Brenda can retaliate, Som trips her and pulls her out of the ring so that Dorling can cover and get the three count!)

GC: Here are your winners, Insomnia and Dorling!!

OC: We are never going to hear the end of this.

CR: It doesn't affect you Oscar! It does affect the Sinistry! Big win for Som and Dorling!

Winners: Insomnia & Dorling

(Dorling has his hand raised but quickly turns his attention to outside the ring where Som has Brenda tangled in a tree of woe on the ringpost!

Then the boos come in. Scott Black appears and shoves Som off to save Brenda. Meanwhile in the ring, before Dorling can exit, the Global Champion appears from the crowd. Doug wants payback for Jackpot and he flies into Dorling shoving him through the ropes and outside the ring on the opposite side!)

OC: Payback time!

CR: I suppose its that hour again for the obligatory post main event brawl.

OC: It always happens at this time. We can't control it.

(Insomnia handles fighting off Scott at first but when Brenda and a revived Devin join in, its just too much to handle. Meanwhile, Doug and Dorling have started going back and forth and their fight has spilled into the crowd. Forearms and kicks are exchanged as the two fight away from the ring.)

CR: With that, Insomnia is all alone against the three Sinistry members! This isn't looking good.

OC: No Cyclone to save the day either. He just had his match and probably doesn't even know whats happening.

CR: I feel he would know whats going on...

(During the fighting, the SinTron turns on and it shows a recovering David Cyclone backstage. Someone must of attacked him. Back in the ring, Scott and Brenda double whip Som into a waiting Thanatron from Devin.

And then...a familiar tune kicks in. Supercharger Heaven starts playing and the crowd erupts!)

OC: It can't be...

CR: WOLF!!

(None other than Wolf himself! The Outcast Legend runs down to the ring and gets in amidst the danger. He spears Scott down, he then ducks a clothesline from Devin and dropkicks him so that he falls out of the ring! Brenda is unsure what to do but she runs in only to get samoan dropped by Wolf!)

OC: I'm just so confused. Wolf is saving Insomnia? What?

(All the Sinistry are outside the ring as Doug and Dorling are long gone fighting. Wolf poses on the ropes to a massive ovation and then he pulls Som up. The two look at one another for a minute and Wolf extends his hand. When Som grabs it...

Wolf pulls him in and delivers ANARCHY'S PLAYPEN!!)

OC: Wait? What?

CR: I can't think of anything to call this except for total...anarchy!

(The Sinistry members recover up the ramp. Som rolls out of the ring. Everyone is confused and all we see to end the show is Wolf posing on the top turnbuckles yelling "I'm Back!!")