Tad: Whatever you say Eric. Just do yourself a favor and put on some wrestling gear as you have a match tonight and that match is next!
Eric walks away. His sister Dr. Weaver walks with him. The camera zoom in on Tad Ezra who is seen with an evil smirk on his face.
Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, IL, standing at 6’ and weighing in at 175lb, he is… Eric Weaver!
Take Five starts to play as we hear the jazz beat coming we see Eric Weaver coming from the curtains.
"Won't you stop and take
A little time out with me
Just take five"
Eric waves at the fans as he walks down the ramp.
"Though I'm going out of my way
Just so I can pass by each day
Not a single word do we say
It's a pantomime and not a play
Still, I know our eyes often meet
I feel tingles down to my feet
When you smile, that's much too discreet
Sends me on my way"
Eric slides in the ring from underneath the bottom ropes.
"Wouldn't it be better
Not to be so polite
You could offer a light
Start a little conversation now
It's alright, just take five
Just take five"
As the music fades we see Eric holding his right hand in the air as he looks over to the crowd.
Liam: And his opponent… from Boston, Massachusetts, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 251lb, he is… John Blade!
John Blade’s music begins to play as he walks out on Stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. Then, he Salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes, side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” sign. He takes off his hat and toss his shirt to the fans and his Chain to the Ref to begin to fight.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: And we start things off as Weaver and Blade circle around one another. Eric holds his fist out toward John in a showing of respect, but Blade thinks about it for a moment. The crowd is not happy about this.
Chad: What a smile from Blade before he goes to touch his fist with Eric’s, but Eric boots him in the gut before stomping away at him. He picks him up and throws him toward the ropes.
Gena: And Blade rebounds off of the ropes, hitting a clothesline on Eric, whose head ricochets off of the mat! That’s gotta hurt!
Chad: And Blade is on the attack as he rebounds off of the ropes with a Springboard Leg Drop! He hooks the leg for an early pin.
One!
Two!
Gena: And Eric kicks out! He grabs onto the ropes as he pulls himself up from the mat as he settles into the corner, trying to get his head back in the game.
Chad: And John Blade comes rushing with a Body Avalanche, but Eric dodges it at the last possible second. And he quickly charges, hitting a corner Clothesline of his own!
Gena: Eric celebrates the move, but only for a second before going for another. Blade dodges this one, and then hits a European Uppercut.
Once the move lands, and the impact echoes throughout the arena, he begins chopping Eric repetitively. With the last one, he looks back at his hand and goes to deliver it.
Chad: Oh! Eric ducks under as John stumbles into the corner. He begins hitting a series of chops of his own.
Crowd: This is awesome!
Gena: Yes it is, but something tells me that these men are just getting started. Eric is done with this as he soaks in the cheers of the fans, holding his arms out to his side.
Chad: Not a smart move to let John Blade recover for too long… Blade rushes out of the corner and floors Eric with a Spinebuster that shakes the ring! He hooks the leg as the referee drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Gena: And Weaver kicks out. He gets back to his feet just after Blade, who charges at Eric. Oh! Eric catches him with a superkick, and he drops down and hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
Chad: And a powerful kickout from John Blade! Eric is getting in the game now as he jumps up for a Leaping Knee Drop to the heart of Blade. He reaches down and scoops John Blade up for a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
Gena: Blade kicks out, with just a little less force this time. As both men get to their feet, Blade nails a Jawbreaker that bounces Weaver back into the ropes. Blade polishes up his knuckles, going for another European Uppercut, but Weaver hits a Dropkick.
Chad: Blade bounces off of the ropes, and Weaver hits another Dropkick! He catches Blade with a Snap Scoop Slam before hooking the leg once more.
One!
Two!
Gena: And the crowd is on fire because this match continues. Eric pulls Blade back to his feet, but Blade hits a Fireman’s Carry. He holds onto Weaver’s neck, bringing him back up to his feet for a Vertical Suplex. He hooks the leg as the crowd boos loudly.
One!
Two!
Three!
Liam: Your winner of this match… Eric Weaver!!!
Without warning, "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 sounds throughout the arena.
Chad: Wait a minute. Is that who I think it is?
As the lyrics kicks in, there's a moment's delay before Mercedes Vargas, dressed casually for the evening, emerges with her Honor Year-End Awards trophy in hand.
Chad: Mercedes Vargas is here! Gena, did you know anything about this?
Gena: Me? No. I'm just as speechless as you are.
Chad: On the go-home show before Inception III in four nights, we get another surprise appearance from an SCW legend.
Mercedes takes in the scene. The camera takes a quick pan of the crowd, mostly the more vocal among them as they make thumb down gestures.
Liam: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW Hall of Famer...MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes walks with purpose as she heads to the ring, climbs up the ring steps and walks a third of the way on the apron before straddling the top rope, facing the crowd as she talks trash.
Gena: Mercedes Vargas. SCW Hall of Famer, multi-time champion, Honor Wrestling Most Hated of the Year for 2018.
Chad: And winningest Bombshell in SCW.
Gena: That's right. Mercedes made history last month at Climax Control 224 when she not only tied the record for most wins ever on Climax Control but now has won more overall matches than any other woman in SCW. That win puts her ahead of another Hall of Famer, Roxi Johnson for the record.
Chad: As if Mercedes hasn't broken enough records in 2018!
Gena: We're about to hear from Mercedes speak for herself right now.
Microphone in hand, Mercedes takes in the scene before her theme song slowly fades.
Mercedes: So Vargas wins. L-O-L!
Mercedes is serenaded with boos. She steps back in mock fear. Despite herself, she smiles and raises her microphone to her lips.
Mercedes: Tough room, tough room. But you know what they say. Confidence isn't walking into a room thinking you're better than anyone, it's walking in not having to compare yourself to anyone. Except in this case that room is a six-sided ring.
She points to the canvas.
Mercedes: And when it comes to me there's just no comparison.</p
Mercedes lowers her microphone taking in the abuse from the crowd, then adds "You're only booing because it's true." without missing stride.
Mercedes: Now, you people may not have expected me tonight, but I wasn’t going to let that stand in the way of coming out here, after my award win and especially on the day of my ten-year wrestling anniversary. A decade of dominance.
Mercedes:She holds up her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture, then brings the microphone to her mouth.
Mercedes: 22 overall championships, tournament wins, numerous awards. 6 world championships. 8 world tag team championships. I've had reigns as a Television Champion, International Championship. I've held four championships at once in three promotions.</p
Mercedes holds up three fingers.
Mercedes: That's just the cherry on top. Because SCW has been a part of my dominance for the past six years. And I'm not slowing down anytime soon.</p
Mercedes is serenaded with boos to which she shrugs in response.
Mercedes: We're just four nights from Inception. Momentum plays a huge part in wrestling, especially before a pay-per-view. Five women will battle in the second-ever Bombshells Golden Briefcase Ladder match and they all want that contract. There's just one problem: I'm also in that match. And for my opponents, that's a big problem. I know how to win like few others can and I can't think of a better way to kick off the New Year as the new Golden Briefcase winner.</p
Mercedes cups her ears, inciting the crowd even more.
?p>Mercedes: So then, the question isn't who's going to let me...
Mercedes cracks a smile, walks up to the ropes and leans against them.
?p>Mercedes: ...it's who's going to stop me.
At that moment, her entrance music plays and Mercedes drops the microphone with flair before she makes her exit.
Gena: Six Bombshells will take to the air to claim the contract for any championship they wish up to the following year. Could this be a sight of things to come should Mercedes prevail in this same building in four nights?
Chad: Well, let's not forget that Mercedes will be competing in this match for the first time like everyone else. She definitely has experience and history on her side. No doubt she's the odds-on-favorite, but this isn't a cakewalk either.
Mercedes heads to the back to an equal share of cheers and boos, with some shrill catcalls thrown in for good measure before we send the scene elsewhere.
The scene opens up backstage where the cameras spot the former SCU Underground Champion on her cell phone. She was yelling into the phone loudly as she was walking around her heels clacking against the floor.
Angel: Look you know what your job is you were supposed to get this stupid thing overruled how on earth is Angel of Filth even allowed to be champion? And how was that match allowed to even happen?
Angel rolled her eyes as she kept up her walk. She was dressed to the nines as always. As she kept speaking in her rude bitchy tone.
Angel: What do you mean? Look I shouldn't have to deal with this. I pay you good money to make sure stuff like this doesn't happen that my contracts are ironclad and things are done properly. How can you even act like this is even proper?
Angel kept up her strut, however walking up to her is none other than Gemma Frost. Who clearly was ignoring the fact that the Trillion Dollar Princess was not in the mood for any interruptions.
Angel: Hold on I will call you back this is gonna be addressed.
Angel then hung up her phone as she eyed Gemma.
Angel: What do you want can't you see I am busy?
Gemma looked at her but maintained a level of professionalism as she began to speak.
Gemma: Angel could you answer a few questions?
Angel rolled her eyes before scoffing loudly.
Angel: Fine whatever.
Gemma: Well Angel what are your thoughts about losing the belt you have held for the most of 2018?
Angel grows redder as the question was asked.
Angel: Well it was a travesty of justice I have been the greatest champion in this company. And to lose my belt like that in some circus olay match is beyond pathetic. But here is the kicker apparently Queen of Apathy thinks she's worthy of being in this match? Well, honey, I am sure but no my rematch should be one on one with the thief who stole my belt. Angel of Filth is low-class street trash.
Angel paused for a brief moment before she kept on speaking.
Angel: I mean and who does she think she is? if one on one in a fair match she'd have no shot at beating me. So she had to sneak in the back door and steal my rightful title. A title that I have held with dignity and class.
Angel said as if what she said was true. As Gemma asked yet another question.
Gemma: Well what is your plan to win back the Underground title and what do you think of Queen of Apathy saying she should be apart of the match.
Angel: Really? As I said a rematch should be one on one. And that is between me and the street trash. Apathy would be a hanger-on at best in that match see she should wait her turn as I am the rightful champion and once I win my title I will take great pleasure in embarrassing her. However me having my title is much more important than her. So now as far as plans go tune in and watch.
Angel winks before brushing Gemma aside and strutting off out of the scene . As the scene fades to black.
Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Underground Championship!!!
"Candy" by Far East Movement begins playing over the speakers as brightly colored lights of all shades flash across the stage. Kandy Kaine comes out onto the stage, and she lets out a squeal as she jumps up and down as the fans cheer for her. She dances from one side of the stage to the other before working up as she stands center stage.
Liam: First, on her way to the ring, from the Kandy Kingdom, standing at 5'4" and weighing in at 122lb, she is... Kandy Kaine!!!
Kandy squeals again, hearing her name. She charges down the ramp, slapping hands on one side before moving over to the next side. She then dashes under the bottom rope, jumping up and down for the fans.
The lights go down as the whirring sounds begin to rise. The drums kick in and red lights pulse to them. They get louder as the fourth set kicks in and the curtains flip to the side. Angel of Filth comes crawling through them with her black wings fluttering behind her, covered in a black substance.
Liam: On her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, NV standing at 5’4” and weighing in at 127lb, she is “The Seraph of Sleaze”... Angel of Filth!!!
Her eyes glow white as the lights switch between black and red. She glares down at the ring as she rises to her feet, throwing her wings out to the side as they amast. She waves them slowly as she prances down the ramp to the beat of the music. She stops half way and looks from side to side. She has a sickening smile on her face as black oozes from her mouth and she laughs. She enters the ring and climbs up the first of six turnbuckles. She throws her wings out as the fans boo her. She then drops down and goes to the other corner, doing the same. Once at the far end of the ring, she sheds her wings and kicks them to the outside as she rubs her hands together.