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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. ORC emblems flank those for SCW and for Jackpot. We see a sign advertising the United Title match next week as well as hype for the Triple Threat match.
..And of course, then there's the usual array of colourful signs such as ‘Devin Hearst Bottled my Baby’, ’Michael Thunder Ate my Werther’s’ ‘Brenda Vixen = Black Widow’ ‘Hall of Shame Forevermore’ ‘Vote Wakka for Hall of Fame 2012’, ’SCW > TFWF’ and ‘I’d Donate my Blood to Belmont’ before we cut as ever to the announce desk where Oscar Cruz and Courtney Reynolds greet us.
CR: “Hello and welcome to a jam packed Wildcard! I’m Courtney Reynolds...”
OC: “And I’m Oscar Cruz; voted ‘Most Likely to Choke a Vietnamese Hooker’”
CR: “At high school?”
CR: “Classy. Well tonight as I say is the first in what many see in a storied history of matches featuring the newest member of the SCW; the TFWF World Heavyweight Champion Michael Thunder.”
OC: “Thunder is an icon of this sport and in such good condition for 145...”
CR: “He’s not 145... However old he is, he certainly wasn’t acting like it when he was acting like a petulant child asking for respect last week.”
OC: “He’s not here to endear himself. He’s a guest of M.D.K. and we should make him feel welcome.”
CR: “One man who won’t be rolling out the red carpet for him tonight is Doug E Fresh as the never seen before clash of the champions is going to take place between Fresh and Thunder in what can only be described as a blockbuster match.”
OC: “A match where the biggest winners are the public in a masterstroke by M.D.K.”
CR: “Another man looking to impress somebody tonight is Adrien Specter as he looks to get his first taste of gold one on one with Sean Tyler.”
OC: “Sean has fallen into a trap of peaking too soon. Let’s see what he can pull out tonight.”
CR: “We also have all three of the potential number one contenders going up against tough opposition. Extream has ghost of his past David Cyclone, Ashleigh McDaniel has Jo MacFarlane and the big one sees Insomnia and Jeremiah Belmont.”
OC: “Quite the preparation for Jeremiah ahead of his United Title match next week...”
CR: “All this and the wannabe tutor Paradox alongside Drew Stevenson take on Shelbi Lynn and Jacob Wright and more tag team action with Evan Heir and Matt Matlock go against Brenda Vixen and her sister.”
OC: “After all that has gone on, can those two coexist?”
CR: “And Devin Hearst returns to the SCW ring against newcomer Mike Monroe.”
OC: “Why are you still talking? I want wrestling damn it!”
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.
CR: “Insomnia making an early showing tonight...”
(He swaggers down to the ring with a microphone in his hand and a sneer on his face. He climbs into the ring and lets the crowd settle down before speaking.)
Som: “All fucking week I have had to sit back and listen to the shit spouted about the TFWF this and the ORC that... Well I am fucking sick of it.”
(The crowd cheer him.)
Som: “This isn’t a place that plays second fiddle to anybody let alone the TFWF who can’t even show a full fucking show let alone polish my boots...”
Som: “I have bust my balls and broken bones, dislocated joints and damn near ended my own career. I have given every bodily fluid known to man to be standing where I am as an icon of this company and I have to watch while some crotchedy buddy of M.D.K. creaks into the fucking Main Event? You’re my boy Danny but this isn’t on man... Not by a fucking long chalk.”
(A huge pop for this.)
Som: “And to put a fucking cherry on the top of this shit, Dalai Dougie and his Llama Dorling swan around with the most prestigious title in wrestling...”
(He turns to look right into the camera.)
Som: “Your’s especially Thunder... But Dalai Dougie and his stooges are dominating public opinion and focus... Put it this way, in a couple of weeks time whether it is me, Ashleigh, me, Extream or me that becomes the number one contender, it will be a public fucking service to take the title back and make it worth something again and be the one to stand up to the ORC, TFWF and every other fucking acronym that wants to take the limelight away from the only three letters that matter...”
(The lights go to green as Charlie Big Potato plays... M.D.K.’s name flashes across the SinTron as he steps out to huge boos... Standing by his side are Rick Rampage and Viktor Kovalenko as Insomnia eyes him with anger.)
M.D.K.: “Chris, allow me to say something I don’t allow myself to say often... You are right...”
M.D.K.: “There are only three letters that matter... And they are M... D... K...”
(Big heat for this.)
M.D.K.: “I have known you longer than I have known myself Chris but don’t test me. You come out here full of your own piss and self importance and ready for a fight but this isn’t about you... It’s not a beef with you or any SCW member. The ORC are here to improve Sin City Wrestling... For the greater good of wrestling.”
CR: “It’s because they are running scared and hiding from every tough son of a bitch in the TFWF.”
OC: “Tough? My grandmother could be North American Champion there...”
M.D.K.: “What you need to see Chris is that these men are here to boost this already stellar cast of athletes and to make this place take centre stage amongst the elite. We are breaking boundaries and setting records, pushing the envelope each and every week. The ORC aren’t here to take over. They are here to prove to each and every cynic, critic and hypocrite that the ORC are the new wave of alpha beasts in professional wrestling.”
Som: “Then they can earn their way like everybody else has done here...”
M.D.K.: “Ah Chris, so naïve. The ORC have done enough to warrant a fast track to the top and they are not here to steal your titles, take your accolades or steal your spotlight. They are here to share them with you...”
M.D.K.: “Chris, as your friend I only have this to say. Don’t push your luck as with the ORC on one side and Doug and his Sinistry on the other, you should be careful to not end up being collateral damage.”
Som: “Are you threatening me?”
M.D.K.: “Call it... Free advice...”
(With that, he smiles at the seething Insomnia as his music plays again and we cut to a commercial.)
----Mike Monroe vs Devin Hearst
GC: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Amityville, New York...Devin HEARST!!
(The lights in the arena slowly die out, plunging everything into darkness and bringing the audience alive with a chorus of boos and jeers. A heavy strike of the guitar shatters the silence, making way for the vicious scream of "I KNOW A GHOST!" to blast over the speaker system. White spotlights flash on and off all over the arena in random intervals to the soul-sheering guitars of "Danger: Wildman" by The Devil Wears Prada, a ring of flood lights activating around the entrance curtain. From the shadows emerges Devin Hearst, a look of pure hatred across his face. He stands at the top of the entrance ramp, glaring down to the ring with his thickly blackened eyes before running his thumb across his neck, throwing his hand into the air with his thumb and index finger extended, and letting out a prideful roar. He charges down the ramp, each step swaying his black sleeveless vest and tortured blue jean shorts back and forth over the thigh-length black tights he wears underneath. Devin storms up the steps at ringside and onto the apron, walking across and climbing up to the outside-middle rope. He thrashes his head a few times, then thrusts his hand into the air again in the gun-shape, letting out another scream before jumping into the ring, pacing back and forth.)
GC: And his opponent, debuting tonight in SCW, from Tiffin, Ohio...Mike MUNROE!!
("O Fortuna" begins to play as various images of war and destruction are shown on the tron before the screen goes blank and the lights go out. We then here "One must kill or be killed." Then "Afterlife" hits as the lights come back on as Mike Monroe makes his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands on his way down before rolling into the ring. He then goes to all four corners and looks out to the crowd as the music dies down.)
OC: This isn't exactly the ideal situation for a superstar to make his debut.
CR: You never know. Mike may very well be quite capable however we know how dangerous Devin Hearst can be.
(Out to the stage walks The Professor, Doug E. Fresh. He has the Global title around his waist and he holds his arm up like a thinking pose while he's looking out towards the ring.)
CR: You don't suppose the champ is here recruiting...
OC: But the question would be who? My guess is the winner.
(Both are distracted at first by Doug's appearance but Devin turns on Mike immediately shoving him into the turnbuckle and viciously slamming his head into the padding so much that it nearly wants to come off.
He then backs up a few steps before running in with Boxcutter Facelift!! The impact of the boot to the back of Mike's head in the turnbuckle flattens him as he falls to the mat.
With Doug watching on, Devin looks out towards the entrance ramp with a bit of a grimace before turning back to Mike in the ring. Devin grabs Mike on the mat and applies the Fear Cage!
The sickening submission finisher leaves Mike no choice but to tap out as he does the ref signals for the bell.)
GC: Here is your winner, Devin Hearst!!
CR: Impressive win as Devin makes short work of Mike Munroe.
OC: Not exactly the impactful debut we were looking for. Now the real question I have is if Doug was impressed. Is Devin Sinistry material?
(Devin has his hand raised but he quickly takes it away as he leans over the ropes looking out at the professor. He gives a slow clap and then adjourns to the back.)Winner: Devin Hearst
(Brenda Vixen was seen walking though the backstage area just before her match, in her ring gear and with a twisted little smile on her lips. Some people might have been worried considering they had a tag match with no partner, especially after what had happened. Scott Black was at her side, and smirked as a tech saw her coming and stopped her with words of sympathy; Brenda managed a fairly convincing expression of grief and regret even as Scott had to turn away to hide his expression .... until the tech walked away and a smirk replaced it!
The pair of them headed toward the ring, amused at the reactions of everyone to them when a shout got Brenda looking off to the right ...)
(Just as Sabra shoved her in the back with both hands! As Brenda stumbled forward Sabra grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her in close. Scott acted as if he might 'move in' but Brenda held up a hand back toward him, letting him know she felt she 'had this'.)
"I know it was you that told the politsiya to come talk to me! You stupid suki, you do not point the finger at me, understand?"
(Brenda tried a wide-eyed look but as she saw Sabra's anger that look morphed into one of cunning and slyness.)
"So what if it was? How do I know that you weren't involved, those men ... they were speaking words like you, all foreign and weird. Definitely Russian now that I hear you up close ..."
"You know, because I tell you I was not. Stop poking sticks in my direction, Brenda. It is like poking a stick at a sleeping bear. Eventually you will draw back a stump."
(With that Sabra let her go and pushed her back, but something about Brenda's expression seemed to set her off again and she looked away, before swinging right at her! Brenda fought back and the two traded punches as someone called for security. Suddenly Gryphon was there, one muscular arm sliding around Sabra's waist to yank her back, her jean-clad legs kicking out still trying to fight with Brenda. The Last Vixen Sister was restrained as she went to attack by Scott who knew apparently about the truck chain Gryphon tended to carry and whip out in case of fights and he wanted no part of it. Brenda smirked and flicked her fingers toward Sabra mockingly until Gryphon's rough and rusted voice filled the hall.)
"Next time I don't save your ass. Next time, I let Sabra do whatever she wants, and pay the bail after."
(Brenda sneered, and Scott showed what he thought of that by giving the pair his middle finger as a salute! Gryphon raised his free hand and dragged his thumb across his throat back at him before yanking Sabra off screen before security could get there.)
"We'll see who needs bail, hmm?"
(Scott and Brenda traded equally dark smiles before they went around the corner toward the ringside area.)
----Matt Matlock and Evan Heir vs. Brenda & Lisa Vixen
GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Nova Scotia, Canada...Matt MATLOCK!!
(The opening chords of Papa Roach's "Born With Nothing, Die With Everything" begin to play over the speakers of the arena. Eight seconds in, when the song kicks into full gear, pyros erupt on the stage. Matt Matlock steps out onto the stage, dressed to fight as always. He takes a minute to look over the crowd before walking down the ramp towards the ring. Partway down he stops, head down and arms out to the sides as pyro shoots off down the sides of the ramp. He looks up with a cocky grin towards the crowd, as he finally enters the ring. Heading for one of the far turnbuckles he raises his arms in the air as HBK-styled pyrotechnics go off, and immediately stop as he lowers his arms. He then gets down and prepares for the upcoming match.)
GC: And his tag team partner, from Hollywood, California...Evan HEIR!!
(A single ear-piercing scream rings throughout the PA system. It is not a horrified scream or even an antagonizing one, but the scream that one may hear from a teenage fan-girl that just wet her pants at the sight of her favorite teen idol. This soon-to-be trademark scream signals the entrance of one Evan Heir, prompting the many in the crowd that are familiar with the Hollywood, California native to rise to their feet in reaction, most cheering and applauding as the purple-and-violet strobe-lights replace our normal arena lighting and "Climbing Walls", the poppy, upbeat track plays throughout the arena.
A spotlight travels up the ramp toward the entrance where Evan Heir bursts out from the back, jumping to the top of the stage with a broad grin on his face. He throws the "V" signal into the air with his right hand, smiling out into the crowd. His manager, Aubrey J. Parker makes her way out behind him, a smirk on her face, though she lacks the enthusiasm that Evan Heir does. Heir walks energetically down the ramp, slapping the hands of outstretched fans. Parker makes her way down behind him, pausing at the bottom of the ramp to blow kisses to the fans that reach out to her.
Heir jumps up onto the apron, using the top rope to thrust himself over the top and into the ring. He throws his signature signal into the air again, running to the opposite side of the ring, jumping up onto the middle rope and shouting out into the loud mass. He then turns, pointing toward Parker, who, as if on cue, has climbed to the turnbuckles, straddling them, facing the crowd. She winks into the audience before performing a back-flip into the ring and tossing her hair back behind her head, meeting Evan Heir in the center who presses his forehead against hers, the two saying something quietly to each other, almost as if it were a ritual. She smiles softly at him and then backs away, exiting the ring as Heir awaits combat, "Climbing Walls" fading in the background.)
CR: That was quite the entrance for Matt's tag team partner who is debuting tonight.
OC: Well a flashy entrance is one thing but lets see if he's worth the hype.
(Before Geoff can introduce the opponents, Brenda Vixen comes out to the stage with a mic in hand. The crowd starts booing as the newest inductee to the Sinistry stands proudly on the stage.)
Brenda: You all were expecting a tag team with with me and my sister Lisa but well...that's not gonna happen. Instead, allow me to introduce to you my NEW tag team partner. My husband, Scott Black!!
(Scott comes out and they meet on the stage. They're each wearing the same black trench coats and sunglasses. 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.)
OC: This answers the questions I had. I certainly had no clue as to if Lisa Vixen was going to make it tonight after last week's attack.
CR: I can't believe Brenda would do that to her own sister. Then again, I never believed she would join the Sinistry either.
(Matt tells Evan off demanding to start the match against Scott Black. Of course Matt then walks right into a clothesline from the big Scott. He gets up and Scott scoops him up dropping him over the turnbuckle for snake eyes.
He tags Brenda in and they double team with Scott punching him in the face and then a spinning wheel kick by Brenda. She picks Matt up but he rakes her in the eye and goes behind her with a full nelson slam!
He drags her to the corner and allows newcomer Evan to tag in. He holds Brenda so Evan can springboard in with a cross body as he lets go. Pinfall attempt but its a two count. Evan hits her with a couple european uppercuts followed by a swinging neckbreaker!
Another pinfall try but Brenda kicks out. Evan throws her into the ropes but she comes back with a diving dropkick to the knee. She follows that with a kick to the side of the head. Brenda drags Evan over and tags in Scott.
They spend time double teaming Evan and tagging in and out. One real flashy spot is when Brenda is tagged in and she leaps from the ropes allowing Scott to catch her and slam her onto Evan.
The turning point is when Scott is in the ring and Evan leaps a spear attempt followed by springing from the ropes with a leaping calf kick! Hot tags made to both and Matt comes in with a Lou Thesz press followed by punches on Brenda!
Matt knocks Scott down and Evan gets ready to leap at him but Scott gets up and pulls the ropes down allowing Evan to spill to the outside. After some attacking Brenda, Matt has her up for the Animal Instinct but Scott pulls her down.
With Evan still outside, Scott grabs Matt into the package piledriver followed by Brenda's brainbuster DDT they call, "You going to Hell!" Brenda covers and they get the win!)
GC: Here are your winners, Scott Black and Brenda Vixen!!
CR: Big win for the Sinistry in regards to Brenda and this big Scott fella.
OC: Matt and Evan put up a fight but wow does Brenda Vixen look re-energized!
(The husband and wife celebrate their win in the ring with evil looks on both their faces before falling over the ropes together and walking up the ramp to the boos.)Winners: Brenda Vixen and Scott Black
(We join Marvin Peabody backstage standing by with David Cyclone.)
MP: David Cyclone, tonight once again you face Extream. What’s going through your mind before this match?
(Just as Cyclone is about to answer, Sean Panache walks into shot smirking.)
SP: Marvin you shouldn’t be asking David Cyclone questions like that. What you should be asking him is, is he worried about what Sean Panache is going to do to him after what he did last week during my match? Is he worried that the One Ring Circus might take their revenge tonight?
(Cyclone smirks as he pulls the microphone closer to him.)
DC: Sean, do you really think I’m worried what you’d do to me? Do you think I’m scared of some guy who can’t even beaten Light Heavyweights over in the TFWF? Do you think I’m scared of a group of wrestlers who are too scared to stay in their own company, so had to run over to Sin City Wrestling where they thought they’d be safe with good ol’ M.D.K. looking after them?
(The crowd boo at the mention of M.D.K.)
SP: Cyc, you made a big mistake when you got involved in my match last week. I’m not the guy to fuck with.
DC: Sean strangely enough, you’re not the guy I’m concerned about in the One Ring Circus. You’re not even the guy I want to fight, not because I’m scared of you…but because I have bigger fish to fry than the little minnow that is you.
SP: What are you talking about? You and I have been in each others hair for months now.
DC: I’m not interested in playing games with you anymore Sean. You see when you and M.D.K. brought the rest of the One Ring Circus to SCW; you brought a shiny chunk of gold with you. Now I don’t care what wrestler in TFWF wants to claim the right to facing Michael Thunder for that belt…but as long as Michael Thunder is an SCW wrestler…you can damn sure bet on the fact that I will be looking to take that belt from him…and make it my own.
(Cyclone smirks at a shocked Panache.)
DC: Have a nice evening.
(Cyclone walks off past Panache, leaving him standing there with a shocked look on his face.)
----Paradox McSweeney and Drew Stevenson vs. Shelbi Lynn and Jacob Wright
GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seymour, MO...Drew STEVENSON!!
(The arena lights suddenly just shut off consuming the arena into complete darkness. The sudden engulfing of a massive bright spotlight shines down onto the entry area, the fans try looking through it but it is far too bright to see through it with the naked eye. Suddenly, the public address sound system comes on playing ''Burning Bright" by Shinedown as the stage is still engulfed in the massive light. After a few seconds, the spotlight begins fading away and the arena lights return to life as there stands Drew Stevenson with his hands on his hips just looking out nodding as these fans cheer him, he just begins walking down the aisle sporting his usual attire which consists of dark green Chute Boxer style shorts, dark green kneepads, boots and his hands taped up in dark green tape as well. He begins walking down the aisle until he gets down to the ring, he quickly rolls into the ring from under the bottom rope immediately getting back to his feet just pacing the ring simply awaiting for the bell to ring thus getting this match underway.)
GC: And his tag team partner, from Manchester, England, he is the current SCW Television Champion...Paradox MCSWEENEY!!
(The lights go dim as the opening notes of McSweeney's music start to play. As the lyrics kick in, a single white spotlight hits the top of the stage and Paradox McSweeney walks out, accompanied by his personal camera crew and make-up artists. McSweeney ignores the crowd and poses for the cameras, then checks his hair and make-up for a final time before strutting down to the ring.)
CR: These two had an interesting encounter backstage last Wildcard and now they're a tag team this week.
OC: Drew's really just stealing some of the media attention Paradox would be receiving.
GC: And now introducing their opponents. First, from Madrid, Spain...Jacob WRIGHT!!
GC: And his tag team partner, from Manchester, New Hampshire, she is the current SCW United Champion...Shelbi LYNN!!
(As the intro to "I Am Legend - Out For Blood" By Arch Enemy
begins to play, white pyro begins to splash up out from the side of the entrance ramp. Amazon flashes on the SinTron to the strumming of the guitar, flashing highlights of Shelbi Lynn dominating opponents, and out from behind the curtain Shelbi emerges.
Walking down the ramp to the marching beat, she headbangs her way to the ring with arms stretched out to either side, her hair flying back in forth in a flurry as she slaps hands with fans. She slides into the ring as a multicolored light show flashes in the ring. Raising her hands up quickly white pyro erupts from the ring posts as the music cuts out. The Amazon has arrived.)
CR: Former opponents, Shelbi and Jacob are another surprising team.
OC: I think M.D.K. is choosing tandems by throwing darts at a spinning wheel of pictures of SCW's roster.
(Champions and CWC teammates start the match. Dox ducks a Shelbi clothesline and runs behind her going for a running bulldog. Shelbi shoves Dox off and into his corner where Drew happily tags himself into the match.
He tries to grab Shelbi for a uranagi but she elbows out of it and then hits a bell clap. She then leaps for a hurricanrana but Drew throws her off. She ducks a clothesline and he runs into her corner where Jacob ATCHOOs in Drew's face.
Shelbi tries to roll Drew up from behind but gets a two count. Jacob gets tagged in and he climbs the ropes leaping off with a snap kick! Jacob covers but Drew kicks out! Drew rolls away from an elbow drop and when both up, Drew hits a T-Bone suplex!
He throws Jacob into his corner and during some mounted punches, the TV champion tags himself in! Paradox pulls Jacob out of the corner and throws him into the ropes resulting in grabbing him on the run back with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker!
Paradox pulls Jacob up by the head and runs over kicking Shelbi on the way to a tornado DDT but Jacob dumps him onto the apron. He springs over sunset flip style to Paradox but he kicks out.
Dox goes to tag Drew but Shelbi has the referee distracted. They're trying to double team Jacob when the ref turns around and shoves Drew back. He's arguing it while Shelbi sneaks into the ring and Superkicks Dox.
Jacob follows it with That's Wright and the ref turns around to count the pinfall leaving Drew in shock as Shelbi's distraction allowed Jacob to keep the TV champ in the ring for the pinfall!)
GC: Here are your winners, Shelbi Lynn and Jacob Wright!!
OC: Wow! Jacob Wright pinned the TV Champ!
CR: How ironic that Shelbi lost a tag team match because Paradox did something sneaky and now they've reversed roles.
(There's little celebration. Jacob is excited about his win while Shelbi just grabs her title and leaves. Drew is still asking the ref about the tag while Paradox rolls up and realizes what happened.)Winners: Jacob Wright and Shelbi Lynn
Wildcard comes back from commercial break and we see M.D.K in his office handling business affairs with VP of Talent Relations when Ashleigh knocks on the door and slowly walks in. M.D.K quickly wraps up the sessions brushing the gentlemen out of his office and closes the office door.
Ashleigh- I hope I’m not interrupting anything?
Ashleigh slowly and flirtatiously walks over by M.D.K and stands next to him
M.D.K- No, just touching up on a few business matters. And what do I owe this pleasure?
Ashleigh-Well, I don’t know if you were watching last week, but Danny I’m in no shape to be competing tonight. Didn’t you see what that idiot Insomnia did to me last week?
M.D.K- Yea I seen it.
M.D.K said nonchalantly while continuing to look over his papers
Ashleigh- Then you would know that it’s not wise to have your hottest asset competing against Jo Mcfarlane tonight. Is this how you want to waste your highest paid diva, competing against a rookie?
Ashleigh rubbed her finger along M.D.K’s shoulder and down his arm until she reached his hands to take the papers away. She tossed the papers on the desk and caressed his hand
M.D.K- It’s not a waste, its smart business. A potential number one contender going up against a up and coming star makes for entertainment.
Ashleigh slowly becoming irritated takes her hands from M.D.K’s hand
Ashleigh- That might be true, but come on now, you’ll intervene in my Queen of Sin Battle Royal but you won’t step in when I need you the most?
M.D.K- Ash, I’ll think about it, but in the mean time don’t you worry about it.
Those words made Ashleigh smile to where she gave him a passionate hug and a soft kiss on the lips for reassurance.
Ashleigh- I knew you wouldn’t let me down
Ashleigh satisfied with her answer pulls away from the desk and looks back at M.D.K and notices his fly is open. Ashleigh walks back over to M.D.K and kneels down in front of him and zips his fly. While zipping his pants, an interviewer barges in an catches Ashleigh and M.D.K in a very compromising position. Ashleigh jumps up and fixes her hair.
Ashleigh- Thanks Danny, for being a listening ear, I’ll see you after my match.
Ashleigh said while trying to break the awkward silence as she scurried out of the office and closes the door as SCW goes to a commercial break.