Walking on Broken Glass)
Mandarin Oriental Luxury Hotel; Mandarin Oriental, Washington D.C. 10/6/2021


The invitation had been received in no certain order.  I was given an address, and a rough time estimate of when to arrive.  I had barely just unpacked everything for the few days I would be in town.  They found their temporary home, and I had kicked my feet up on the bed in the most comfortable of fashions.  But, some things take priority over rest.  Action is necessary.  At least that’s what Dr. Liddel had said in our last session when we discussed the topic.  The jury is still out on that one.  But, I made sure I was half way presentable before leaving for what seemed like a very long journey, even though it was just a few miles away from where I was staying.

I arrived, and with no certain hesitation, I knocked on the door.  I waited as I could hear the soft talking within the suite.  I even checked my phone to make sure I had the right room, and it most certainly was.  I could tell by the hallway alone that this hotel was leaps and bounds above where I was staying.  The grey was so clean that it almost sparkled like silver.  The whites were crisp and almost glowed under the fluorescent lighting.  And the tasteful mahogany tables periodically spread through the hallway with fresh floral arrangements made evident by the sweet smell permeating from the buds added just a touch of colorful pop.  Needless to say, I was quite envious.

The banter proceeded once the door opened, and I found myself standing there impatiently.  It took little time before my cheeks started to burn, showing that my annoyance was going to escalate.

Me: Well? …  I’m not the pizza guy. Are you letting me in or leaving me standing here?

And just like that, Kristjan steps aside, and I get the most wonderful view of the room.  Needless to say, it puts the hallway to shame.  The floor to ceiling windows shrouded by shimmering grey curtains are letting in light to show off the perfectly pressed sheets upon the bed in the distance.  A chair is next to the main window, with the most exquisite view of the water.  It’s almost mesmerizing.  I can see a small end table next to the chair, with a book turned over as if I had somehow interrupted him.  It felt almost passive-aggressive.  But then I remind myself that he is not my mother, and I walk further in, feeling Kristjan’s eyes glued to my backside.  I take a certain level of joy from the ego boost.  But as I begin to take in the details of the family room I’m in, envy starts to show.

Me:  Wow.  You’re living large. How the hell is it that you have a suite like this and I end up in a room looking more like Motel 6??

Fenris:  What can I say? My manager likes me more than your manager.

I simply roll my eyes, unbeknownst to my host.  After an offer of alcohol and some unpleasant small talk, I sip on the honey infused scotch and continue to look around.  The small glance of the bathroom was enough to make me want to live there.  Yes.  In the bathroom.  The conversation turns to what is going on now.  Sure, “the talk” hasn’t been brought up yet, but this man’s constant need to keep everything private has me certain that we will be alone soon.  And that is when Kyssa is brought up.

Me:  Who is Kyssa?

Aron:  This is Kyssa.

And instantly, my heart melts a little.  Yes, this cold, dead heart finds a way to become alive again, even if only just a little.  The white husky who I swear has some wolf in her, comes running from the room.  Aron attempts to keep a firm lead, but I come down to my knees, and my arms fly wide open.  For a moment, I am human again as Kyssa gives me a thousand fast, excited kisses.  I start to stand, but she is not finished, and she lets me know it by jumping up.  I take her paws in my hands and we share an instant bond.  My face almost hurts from smiling, but I can’t help it.  Now, this… this I would hate to gather the attention of TMZ, because I have a reputation of being an asshole to uphold.  I dance around with Kyssa before realizing that I may have just fallen into a trap.  I gently release her paws and I straighten myself out, returning to a state of resting dick face.  Aron has seen through this, and so has Kristjan.

Aron:  There is plenty to see, so we may be gone for quite some time.

Fenris:  That’s fine. We may need every bit of that time.

Me:  Maybe…

I let the uncertainty hang in the air as the two brothers have a bit of a silent conversation between themselves.  Aron pleasantly excuses himself, and Fenris motions to the couch.  One that I can already tell will not let me get up without some sort of a nap first.  Hesitantly, I accept the invitation and have a seat.  Another sip of the rich scotch, and I detect the notes of honey much stronger with the second taste.  Fenris puts his glass down on the glass top coffee table, but I choose to swirl mine around a bit with a few solid flicks of the wrist in just the right motion and frequency.

Me:  I don’t really want to beat around the bush here, Kristjan.  We both have questions, and we both have answers.  I’m just a bit shocked that you care so much about where I’ve been, considering my phone never rang once other than my sister checking on me.  Not FUCKING once, dude.

There is a bit of regret on Kristjan’s face, and the tinge of pain requires a sip of scotch, from both of us.  Almost in unison, we drink.

Fenris:  As you said.  Communication is a two way street.

Me:  Oh don’t you dare act all high and mighty all of a sudden.  I’ve had enough of that in my life, let me tell ya…

Fenris:  What is the saying?  What’s good for the goose is good for the gander?

I feel my teeth grinding inside of my mouth, yet somehow it makes no discernable sound.  I can tell my nostrils are flaring up, and that red heat in my cheeks is swelling up.  Of course, part of that last one could be from the potent scotch.

Me:  If you only knew what I was going through, then you might understand why I didn’t feel the need to call you.  I’ve never had a shoulder to lean on in my entire life.  I don’t need it.  But that doesn’t mean I’m required to bend to the every whim of others.

Fenris:  By calling me to let me know how you are doing?

Me:  And tell me why the HELL would I do that when our last exchange was you practically denying my existence?  Telling people that we are nothing?  Shaming me for being proud to be with you, and not being afraid to shout it to the world?  If it wasn’t clear, Kristjan, you fucking hurt me.  You mortally wounded me.  You reached into my soul, found every little fucking thing that I was insecure about, and you threw them at me, all at once.

The audacity; it seems to be stored in the balls.  I can’t even concentrate on Kristjan in front of me, not even enough to hear his next words.

Fenris:  You’re right.

Me:  You humiliated me in front of a bunch of strangers.  You made me out to be a piece of shit just because I have the unfortunate condition of having feelings for you.  That’s fucked up.  It tore me in half!  It made me feel two inches tall, and in the very worst ways possible.  We had a rocky start, but I am the one who is new to this lifestyle.  I’m the one who admitted I screwed up by projecting on you.  I’m the one who made an effort to come to you to apologize, and make things right.  That should have been a sign.  A big red flag, waving around, repeatedly smacking me in the face.

Again, I don’t hear his words.

Fenris:  You’re right…

Me:  I took responsibility for my actions.  I’ve owned up to them, and I think I’ve proven myself to you that I am loyal, despite the many, many advances I’ve gotten since coming out.  Yet, you’re still ashamed of me?  On social media, denying me.  Denying us.  That would be hurtful to the most loud and proud homosexual.  But considering I’ve just stepped out of that closet built by religious extremist conversion therapy…

The tears are not coming.  My pride won’t allow them, even if they are attempting to well up in my eyes.  Instead, I grit my teeth, trying not to show my anger anymore, because at this point, it just doesn’t seem worth it.  I turn my head and then knock back the remainder of the scotch in the glass.  With this small distraction, Fenris moves over to the couch beside me and forces me to turn my head.  He looks right into my eyes with his own ice blue eyes.

Fenris:  You’re right!  David!  You’re right…

Me:  You… wait, what?  Did… did you just say…?

Fenris:  Three times now.  Maybe you should get your ears cleaned out.  Or at least settle down.  You have to understand where I was coming from.

I take a second to regulate my breathing and calm myself down, but I rebound quickly.

Me:  And you have to understand that I am not Kris Ryans.  I am not Ty West.  I’m not going to get us caught on security surveillance and I’m not going to parade you around like some token boyfriend, forcing you to go to parties with my besties.  And you have to know that I could never do the last part, because I’m a miserable bastard who has no friends.  And I’m not exactly girly.  I’m happier going out for a few beers, watching a Sooners game, four wheeling at the sand dunes…

I’m pretty sure that I’ve reassured him of a few things, but the apprehension is still there.

Fenris:  I have always been a private person.  I do not like the details of my personal life, be it familial or even romantic, being broadcast to the entire world.

Me:  You do realize that I am an anti-pastor for an anti-church, right?  We did some very filthy things in that cabin on that ship.  Sometimes I have to lead by example.  You unlocked something carnal within me.  And I can’t promise I won’t do it again.  But not every detail is meant to be spread. I am not trying to be persuasive, but I do want you to know that I’m not going to air our business on a regular basis, because I’m not a drama queen.

With a nod, Fenris seems to understand where I am coming from.  Whether he agrees or not is an entirely different story.  He sighs and looks away from me for a moment, giving a long pause before turning back to me.

Fenris:  I told you I was a toxic boyfriend.

Me;  Yeah, well, I’m not exactly the most sane person myself.  That’s got to count for something, I guess… I mean, who asks someone out by beating them down in the name of “God”?

Kristjan looks at me, and I swear I almost saw a smile on his face.  You know, one that isn’t taunting or smartassed in any way?  But, it could be the lighting, I guess.  Despite his best efforts to unwittingly push me away, I pick up his hand and hold it in mine.  He doesn’t so much as squirm, but instead he holds my hand tighter.  We sit there in silence for a good long moment, just staring out of the window at the water outside.  And for a moment, I feel completely at peace.  Until he turns and looks at me again.

Fenris:  You still never answered my question.  Where have you been, and why did you just randomly disappear?

I think about it for a moment, and then I smirk as I tilt his chin up just a touch with my free hand.

Me:  Are you going to sit there and ask questions, or are you going to kiss me?

With little to no thought, Kristjan leans into me, that cold burning Icelandic passion nearly knocking me through a loop.  My hands go up in surrender as Kristjan continues on, making my eyes flutter back behind my eyelids.


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Where Have You Been?!?
Water Taxi near the Wharf; Washington D.C. 10/7/2021

“Are you sure?”

The smoky cloud brushes past my face, interrupting the view of the water.  My concentration is broken as I turn to look at my sister.  Her husband is looking down at his phone, but is proudly displaying the SCU Combat Championship on his shoulder.  He does a duck lip selfie, making me snigger a bit.  Esther raises her eyebrows, holding her arms out to the side as if to remind me that she asked me a question.

Me:  Why wouldn’t I be? I’m tired of sitting at home anyway.  Plus, I had a match last week.

She rolls her eyes and flicks her ashes into the water as we fly by.

Esther:  Yeah, against The Troll.  That’s like fighting Sheldon Cooper on massive amounts of Twinkies.

Me:  It was a match.  It helped me shake off what little ring rust I had during my absence.  I’m ready for a real match.  It’s just unfortunate that I have to go up against the spawn of Christina Rose…

Esther takes another drag, refusing to give in to talking about that one.  Instead, she leans on the railing of the boat taxi.

Esther:  Are you just going to ignore the entire reason that you’ve been gone for two months?  There’s a reason, and it’s a pretty serious one at that.

Me:  Really?  You’re going there with me?

Esther:  You were asked by your bosses to take a mental health leave.  I came and visited you in a psychiatric ward back in Vegas for two weeks.  It’s not like you were on some sort of soul searching sabbatical or whatever bullshit.

Me:  And that’s my business.  You didn’t have to come and visit me.  You chose to.  And honestly, I’m surprised that you didn’t need to take leave also.

Esther looks at me with an expression that asks “Are you fucking serious?”  She lets it hang there for a very, very long minute.  Almost uncomfortably long.  Even when I return my gaze to the water, I can feel the stare on me.

Me:  We lost grandpa.  That took a real toll on me.  I’m sorry if I’m just more of a loving grandchild than you are.

Esther:  Fuck you for that one.  No, there’s more to it.  A lot more.  And if you had spoken to Dr. Liddel sooner like I asked you to, then you might not have been forced to take a leave of absence and risked actually getting fired.

Me:  For all you know, I could’ve just been trying to duck Senor Vinnie.  Did you ever think of that?

Esther:  Oh, yeah… I’m so sure that’s what it was.  Not that he couldn’t kick your ass if loverboy wasn’t around to protect you, but you’re too damn stubborn to ever let that enter your mind.  Plus, your bosses checked in with me regularly.  Christian even gave me a list of medications that wouldn’t cause soft peter syndrome.  But, thinking back on that, it might have been for other reasons… But Mark also checked in like every few days.  We talked about what was going on.  You got drunk and got into a fight with a catering guy because he didn’t have vegan sausages.

I smirk, because I remember that situation, even though I make it a point to deny remembering it to anyone who asks.

Me:  Shit happens.  The important thing is that I got my head screwed back on a bit, and I’ve been hitting the gym to stay in shape.  Your lovely husband over there has helped me with sparring sessions.  I am ready to get back to business as usual.  Plus, I think me and “loverboy” worked things out a bit.  We seem to be on the same page for once.

Esther:  For now… You two like imagine what would be the best thing to do in regards to your relationship, and then you do the opposite.

Me:  Says the one who got married after like a month of dating someone.

Andrey looks away from his phone, scowling at me.

Andrey:  Nyet. Me and your sister have very passionate relationship, da.  We get each other.  Like peas in pod.  You and Kristjan are, as you say, water and oil.

Me:  So, you’re saying that you don’t think he and I are meant to be?

Andrey:  This is not what I say.  I say, right now, both of you find ways to fight and be mad at each other.  Unlike with me and Esther, you two get violent, or refuse to talk.  Strong skulls.  Thick is maybe right word?

Esther laughs and points at me.

Esther:  Yeah, we communicate.  Ya know, because we’re not infantile.

I don’t say anything.  Instead, I look out into the water, wondering if Kristjan and I are just a messy timebomb, waiting to explode.  The salty sea air stops me from getting too deeply into that thought.  Esther smacks my shoulder playfully.

Esther:  Oh, come on.  I’m just busting your balls, bruh.  Truth is, after what you went through, I don’t blame you for not knowing up from down.  And your breakdown was just proof that there was way too much damage done by that “conversion therapy” than even I realized.

Andrey:  It is not good for psyche to suppress one’s true nature.  Growing up in Russia, I understand hiding sexuality.  As a bisexual man, I too had to hide in shame.  This part, I understand.  Conversion therapy, not so much mon capitaine.

Me:  Oh my dog, please don’t.  It’s hard enough to understand you with the Russian accent, but then you go and throw another language in there?

Andrey cracks a smile of his own.  He rubs my shoulder in a brotherly manner.

Andrey:  You have full support from me as well as your sister.  We are family, and despite rough start, we support each other.  And it is one reason I cannot trust Gerald fully, ever.  What he did to you both is disgusting.

Esther:  Hey, enough about our piece of shit parents.  Why don’t we go back to making David squirm.  It’s my favorite pastime.

Esther begins poking me in the side, trying to stir something up.  I try not to let it do anything to me, but eventually I start to laugh.  I hate it when people try to cheer me up, and I hate it even more when it works.  However, that can only last a moment before my phone rings with a number I don’t quite recognize.  I answer it.

Me:  Hello?

There is a cackling in the phone speaker, along with the sound of squeaking.  Without a second’s hesitation, I cut the caller off from the beginning.

Me:  Skag… and here I thought I only had to deal with you at shows and at my church…

Skag:  Hallo herr David.  Wie Gehts?  Did you miss meeeee?

Me:  No…

Esther:  What the fuck is that weirdo doing calling you?

Skag:  Hallo Esther!  We miss you.  Somebody had to take the falls and make the rest of us look good, ja?

Me:  She can’t hear you, and I’m not repeating that.

Esther:  What?!  Tell me what that prick said!

I turn away from Esther and Andrey and I start walking away so that I can have a private conversation.

Skag:  Liebchen, are you there?  Have we been disconnected?  Oh bother…

Me:  No, I’m still here.  Look, what do you want?  I’m trying to visit with my family before they have to leave.  Not to mention, I don’t really want to talk to you as it is.

Skag:  Mein heart.  Ouch.  Filth wonders if you have received her pledge because she has not heard from you.  And I still look to pledge mein mund to dein glied, herr Shepherd.  Mmmmm…

Sigh, eyeroll that he cannot see, and the threat of vomit tickling at the back of my throat as I wretch a little.

Me:  I’m still thinking it over.  The pledge to the church, anyway.  Mein glied will go nowhere near your mund, I promise you.

Skag:  Your loss, liebchen.

Me:  Look, I’m not trying to be on the phone longer than I have to be.  Tell your boss that I’m astounded at the fact that her pockets seem to be bottomless, and that could be very much of value to me.  And your methods have proven to work, somehow.  I’m going to say yes to the proposal.

Skag:  Wunderbar! We shall see you on Sunday, David.  Auf wiedersehen, zucht!

Before I can finish shuddering from that statement, he hangs up the phone.  I stand there, almost shocked with myself for agreeing to work with those two.  No amount of money is quite worth all of that mess.  But, my thoughts are interrupted by Esther as she stands on the tips of her toes to look at my phone.

Esther:  What the fresh hell was that all about?

I could answer the question, but I’m not in the mood to hear about it.  I slide the phone back into my pocket.  I take the cigarette from her fingers and take the last drag before flicking it out into the ocean.  I hold it in for a few seconds longer than intended before blowing it right in Esther’s face.

Me:  You reeeeeeeeeeeally don’t want to know.

And with that, I turn and take a seat out of the sun.  Esther stomps, throwing a bit of a fit as she tries to get me to speak, but I take the hat off of my head and put it over my face as I act as if I’m about to take a nap, which I wind up actually doing just out of spite.


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Revelations (Part 10)
Church of Heathenous Shepherds; Las Vegas, NV 10/8/2021

Me: My duties as Brother Shepherd have certainly changed over the years.  In fact, I became Father Shepherd about a year ago when I opened the Church of the Good Shepherds Las Vegas Chapter, but it just didn’t feel right to take on the same alias as my father, Gerald.  So instead, I stuck with the pseudonym.  And before you try to tell me “David, don’t you mean ‘alias’?”  No, I do not.  See, also in the last year, I’ve learned that religion is bullshit.  Christianity is a farce far greater than any other “faith”.  Pious, indignant, arrogant, judgmental, and a whole lot of blood on their hands.  I hear you thinking “But David, can’t you say that for just about any major religion?”  Yes.  But, what group holds the most power in their hands in the Americas, most of Europe, a large percentage of Africa, Australia, and even Asia?  As a matter of fact, this blind skydaddy cult is in the lead worldwide by point four BILLION.  So, ever since I took on the name of “Brother David Shepherd”, it was all based on lies, fiction.  So I’m sticking with the word “pseudonym”.

As I was saying, my path in life has changed drastically.  And it is all part of a plan.  Not God’s, but of my own.  I was snapped back to reality while somehow also being flung into insanity.  I attempted to burn down my church.  The one that I built independently of my family.  I tried to fix it, but it was not in me.  Instead, I let it be a shadow of what it used to be.  I embraced that darkness.  For, in the darkness, you are protected.  The darkness tells no lies.  It is the light where the real monsters roam freely.  It is in the light where narcissism was born, where people’s vanity is most present.  In the darkness, they shake and their insecurities come to light.  In order to find peace in the darkness, you must face yourself.  You must overcome your demons.  I never said it would be easy, but it’s the honest truth.

I have a duty to my congregation to be there for them.  Even though my bread and butter is wrestling, and we’re currently on the road up the east coast, I still make time every Friday night to come and preach to them.  The ones deemed most foul by society, damned by traditional religion for being run by their “demons”, which I call their impulses that make them who they are… they all gather before me.  The rich and the poor.  The well and the sick.  All different backgrounds and orientations gather before me to hear me speak to them.

And yet, I don’t know a single member of my church personally.  I look out at the faces, and not one of them brings me comfort.  It has occurred to me that I have never taken the time to go out amongst my people, and why?  I travel over a thousand miles to speak to them, to stir something inside of them that other religions have made them repress, oppress.  Sins that harm no one, that are second nature to them, and my heart aches for each of them, as a survivor of conversion therapy.  Instead of standing behind a podium, I take the microphone with me and I walk down the steps from the altar and into the aisles.

Me:  While we don’t owe this world a fucking thing, we must distinguish ourselves from those who do not organize their madness, or their “perversions”.  Just because we don’t believe in the word “excess” does not mean that we do not have some sort of a moral compass.  If you don’t, then you’re probably not in the best place.  But, we celebrate your happiness anyway.  That is why, last week, I encouraged you to lean on one another, form a community to go along with this congregation.  It never occurred to me that I was preaching something I was not practicing.  I invited you all to request counsel with me when needed, and that offer still stands.  Those who are struggling with something, anything, I will do everything I can to be a shoulder to lean on.  And I vow to be an inspiration through my performances as well as my sermons.

I begin slowly walking to people randomly, shaking hands with them as I go along.  Surely it isn’t the wisest thing right now, but I have plenty of Purell on my person.  Each member is elated to make my personal acquaintance.

Me:  I find myself going up against many people who, despite my trash talking, are great competitors.  If they weren’t, I wouldn’t be there.  Sometimes, I am not impressed with my competition, and I don’t keep that a secret.  I’m looking right at you, O’Malley, ya sonuvabitch.  Bitching and whining isn’t very becoming.

I look out into the crowd around me, and they laugh as if I had cued them to do so simply by looking at them.  Perhaps it was the unimpressed look on my face that prompted them.  Either way, it was too perfect.

Me:  Sometimes, I just don’t care.  It’s another ass to kick. *cou-Caleb Storms-gh! Cough!*  You know, the type of guy who makes a backhanded comment like that, and then asks for a cough drop like he’s sly or something.  He’s about as impressive inside of the ring as a blow up doll.  And let us not forget his shitty taste in music.  He’s about as bad as Jessie Salco.

Wink, wink.  More laughter from the crowd.

Me:  Now, as is customary, when I am competing, I like to give a little attention to my opponent for the week.  Something this guy is just begging for.  He’s got serious “pick me” vibes.  But, I’m sure you are wondering where he lies on my radar.  Do I respect him?  Do I think he’s a joke?  Could I care less?  That’s a tough spot to pinpoint.  It really is…

I tap my chin as I begin walking up and down the aisle, pacing.  It really is a tough question.  I mean, I barely know the guy.

Me:  By process of elimination, I can say that I do not respect this young man.  He hasn’t paid his dues in the business.  Hell, I barely have, but I’ve done enough to earn my spot at High Stakes, going for the Internet Championship more so than this guy.  I mean, for fucks sake, he’s still a child.  A little boy, who has somehow done less than his sister, which is a hard thing to accomplish when you have parents like they do.  I have some respect here.  I really do.  Being a third generation star is something that I have always admired.  I could say plenty about his parents, but I cannot take away accomplishments that they have made over the years.  Especially mummy dearest.  A Triple Crown Champion.  2018 Hall of Fame inductee. Blast From the Past winner.  Woman of the Year… I mean, the accolades are just so impressive.  And papa bear is not one to snub your nose at either.

The crowd looks at me questioningly, as I seem to be explaining the opposite of what they would expect based on my ruling out respect.

Me:  But the one thing that gets second, third, and further generation stars is that they think they can ride on their parents’ coattails.  They fade into obscurity because they don’t do anything of actual note.  People such as Tim Staggs.  His father was the first to be inducted into SCW’s Hall of Fame.  He carried the brand on his shoulders, and, despite his own arrogance telling him that he deserved more and more, he very well might have done more than just set a standard for SCW.  But his son?  A tag title reign or two?  Whining and crying about not getting what he deserves, when really, he was getting more than he deserves?  The parallel is uncanny.  The entitlement is coming from inside the house…

I say the last part in a spoopy type of voice to add effect to the sarcasm of the statement.  I turn and start to walk back toward the altar, and then the podium.

Me:  I have to at least give Brayden credit for the fact that he is so confident in his skills that he changed his last name to Hilton.  After the circus show his mother has turned this sport into, that’s a brave choice.  I mean, come on!  Even she changed her name because of the embarrassment!  She got so full of herself and screwed the pooch so hard that she had to try putting on a mask, and then taking it off months later without the previous name to hold her back.  Unfortunately, she underestimated people’s ability to remember, as if we were all babies falling for the old peek-a-boo trick.  Not so smart.

I shrug and stop to look at the graffiti on the walls, enjoying it and drawing inspiration from it.

Me:  But you?  You’re an academic of the highest quality up in Michigan State.  A star athlete, Division 1 in Baseball.  Holy wow!  On paper, this kid is a bright, promising young man.  He has everything going for him.  He even has a “hot wife” from Colombia, and a brand new baby.  Simply amazing.  So, why would he risk all of that, week in, and week out?  Why would he put his health, his life, and his future on the line in this sport?  This sport is very unforgiving, afterall.

The crowd begins to ponder as I pause to give them time for it.  I look around, wondering if anyone will be able to solve this riddle, but no one does.  The sly smirk on my face says that the ball is about to drop, and the crowd quiets down.

Me:  It’s because he came from the rotten split in the earth between Crystal Hilton’s legs!  The moment she shat him out into the hands of the doctor, the second he turned Brayden upside down and slapped that ass, Brayden was a Hilton, and god forbid a Hilton knows what humility is!  Just look at his mother.  Not only is she a fucking idiot, but she cannot stand not being the center of attention.  That’s right.  She’s an attention whore of the highest order.  And that worm filled apple didn’t fall far from the tree.  It’s not enough that he got his father’s intelligence, or at least escaped his mother’s lack thereof.  No.  It’s not enough that he’s been gifted with the ability to one day play ball in the big leagues.  He has to selfishly squander it away by literally sticking his neck out on the line, and his shitty attitude is practically begging people to break that neck!

The conversation amongst the congregation picks up some, while some members simply laugh.  Others cheer in agreement with me.  I flip the page of the sermon dialogue, but I’ve gone off the rails already.

Me:  It’s proof that being an asshole is genetic.  Granted, I already knew that, given that I, too, am an asshole.  But Brayden?  He’s a selfish asshole who believes that the world owes him something.  I hate to break it to the kid, but I know at least half of you here know the cold, hard fact that the world doesn’t owe anyone shit.  Privilege is the number one way to make me want to break a face.  And I would hate for Brayden to have to look down at his child and have his child scream in horror for what’s been done to his mug.  That’s why I’m going to leave his face alone as much as I can.  But, nothing else is safe.  Arms, legs, neck, spine, ribs, ass, or pelvis.  Everything else is fair game.  But, trust me when I say that I’m not doing this because I hate the kid.  Hell, in some ways, I kinda admire his tenacity.  But the attitude is the wrong one to have in this business.  Maybe I’m looking out for him, because his genetics are to blame for the asskickings he’s going to get as he tries to rise up the ranks.

I look up, because I’m in his same position, and barely so.  I begin pointing as if pointing to the stars as I name them.

Me:  Jack Washington.  Fenris. Mac Bane. Austin James Mercer. Top tier performers, and none of them are going to deal with that attitude.  Honestly, they’re going to look at it for what it is; pussy ass shit.  Now, I’ll talk shit on any of them, but that’s because I’m going to back it up.  I’m going to bring the fight to them without any hesitation.  I don’t need my sister at ringside to tug my opponent off of me to break up a pin, or to distract the referee, or to put my foot on the rope.  Not that I’m fully above it, and not that it’s never happened, but tell me this… when has it not happened with Brayden?  That’s not skill.  I’d say it’s not smart, but here you are with an SCW contract, so it is what it is.  I don’t get upset when the fans boo me, but I damn sure don’t need help from the outside.  And the fact that I know that this is the tactics he relies on, I may just have my sister come out to keep your sister out of my hair.  It’s bad enough that I have Senor Vinnie to worry about.  I don’t need a snot-nosed, entitled princess added to the list of who I need to watch my back over.

I look behind me, and then dust off my shoulder.  I see the camera phone recording this, and I wave them in closer.  They zoom in on my face, very closely, very seriously.

Me:  So, allow me to say this directly to Brayden.  At the end of the day, you are a mistake.  You are unwanted, unloved.  Not fully and truly loved or wanted, anyway.  Your mom might be an idiot, but the fact that she threw you to the wolves is proof enough that you don’t need to be mixed up in grown folk business.  Go on and live the American dream, finishing up college in Michigan, playing ball for the many scouts.  But don’t do what your incubator did, and split the focus in too many directions.  You’re supposed to be smarter than that.  Lean into your dad a little more.  Drop the “Hilton” and pick up the “Williams” if you want people to take you for someone with an IQ in the triple digits.  Or hell, fuck them both and go back to the name “Matthews” and have a fresh start.  Don’t try to cash in on someone who obviously didn’t want anything to do with you.  Of course, there’s the sob story about your mommy giving you up because she was so young and didn’t know how to raise a child on her own… except she fucking did.  She chose the “Brat Princess”, and she gave her everything she could ever want from a natural parent.  Materialistic things.  Support.  Love.  She didn’t leave sissy with an emotional Napoleon Complex.  And that’s very evident by her attitude.  The fact that you even want to be in the same hemisphere as either of those two really makes me question your ability to make good decisions.  Therefore, I can tell that you’re not ready for a shot at the Internet Championship.  I’m sure you’re a little raw about what I’m saying, but the truth is that I don’t care.  I’m not saying anything that isn’t true.  I’m simply saying that you don’t belong in this match, and probably not even this company.  Definitely not this sport.  If you don’t like it, fight me.  Make me eat those fucking words, kid.  I’ll die on this hill, I promise you.  But hey, maybe one day, you’ll thank me?

I shrug.

Me:  Anyway, that’s enough about that.  I hope you all enjoy your weekend.  Please stay safe, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.  Trust me, that leaves a loooooooooooot of room…

I wave as if I were signing off.  The crowd cheers for me, and I can’t help but smile.  Not just because of the crowd, but because of how much I’m going to enjoy taking Brayden Hilton down, and moving toward my next goal… the SCW Internet Championship!

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North Charleston Coliseum

Sin City Underground Ep 107 comes to you taped in front of a sold out crowd at the North Charleston Coliseum in North Charleston, South Carolina. This episode will air on WGN and the Sin City Network at 11:55pm PST on September 25th, 2021

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Show opens up with the cameras following Shorty backstage. Shorty looks to be looking for someone or something. While turning the corner he bumps his head into Mz Hollywood man parts.

Holly: Whoa, how about dinner first next time?

HBCarter: So who isn’t your type nowadays?

Holly: You still ain’t.

Shorty: Best head you’d ever get so move bitch, get out the way.

HBCarter: I’m seeing it now. This one is feisty.

Shorty: The only thing little is what’s between your legs.

HBCarter: Oh no you didn’t go there with me.

Shorty: Unless you can point me in Gianni’s direction, you’re useless.

Holly: What do you want with Gianni?

Jamie Staggs turns the corner and appears on screen.

Shorty: What's it to you toots?

Jamie: Yeah toots, what’s it to you.

Holly: Boy if you don’t piss off.

Shorty: I think this jackass prefers to get pissed on.

Jamie: Well, you know...

HBCarter: That’s nasty, and that's coming from me so you know you got issues.

Holly: He’s got issues alright.

Shorty: I’m looking for Gianni to ask him why this fucking penis has a match tonight and I don’t. What’s he have that I don’t?

Jamie: Wrestling skills.

Shorty: Is that what you call what you do in the ring?

Jamie: I face Jerry Cann tonight, I’m okay with you getting in the match. It will be more fun.

Shorty: It would be fun to kick your ass. I’ll be there, you or Jerry better not pussy out on me.

Jamie:  Scro, please.  But hey, good luck in your match, Holly and Carter.  Maybe we can celebrate after if you win.

Shorty:  No, Jamie. Good luck to you.  You’re gonna need it.

Shorty does an invisible Dick Punch on his way walking back out of the shot.  Jamie grins and looks at Holly, ready to flirt some more.

Jamie:  So, are you peeing on me, or what?

Holly sighs and she and Carter walk off screen.  Jamie holds his hand up to his ear in a “call me” motion.

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Mz Holly Wood and HB Carter vs The Good Shepherds

Carter rushes across the ring at Borg, but Borg ducks underneath and grabs onto Carter’s neck, looking for a Neckbreaker, but Carter bumps butts with Borg.  He grabs Borg from behind, looking for a German Suplex, but Borg hooks his leg to block it.  He hits a Snapmare on Carter, locking on a Rear Chokehold.  Carter grinds his hips as Borg loosens his grip.  Carter throws his elbow back into the side of Borg’s head.  Carter then steps forward and nails a Pele Kick to Borg’s face.  Holly claps while Gerald rallies behind Andrew.  Andrew gets back up, as Carter jogs in place.  He goes for a Roundhouse Kick, but Borg catches the leg and plants him with an Exploder Suplex.  Borg tags in Gerald, who rushes in and begins stomping on Carter before he can get up.  Carter crawls toward his corner as Holly stretches her arm out.  Carter tries to go for the tag, but Gerald pulls Carter’s arm back, and he goes for the Ray of Light, but is cut short when Carter smacks him right on the ass!  He turns around and tags in Holly, who jumps over the ropes and lands a Bulldog on Gerald.  She goes for the cover, but Borg breaks it up at one.  Carter tackles Borg as the two roll around, brawling.  Holly pulls Borg out of the mix and whips him into the ropes.  The referee tries to gain control, ordering Carter and Borg back to their corners.  Gerald uses the distraction and nails a German Suplex on Holly.  He keeps hooked on for a second one.  He goes for a third one, but Holly flips out of it.  She stumbles and turns around, sweeping Gerald off of his feet.  She does a Split Leg Moonsault.  Borg gets inside and shoves Holly into her corner, forcing a tag.  However, Holly turns around and kicks Borg right in the groin.  She holds her hands up innocently as Carter sizes Gerald up.  As Gerald gets up, Carter leaps off with the Fruit Fly (Eclipse)! HB Carter and Holly Wood win via pinfall.

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After Carter and Holly leave the ring, Andrew goes over to Gerald and shakes him a few times, trying to bring him back.  After a second, Gerald starts to wake up.  He slowly gets to his feet as he hears “I Know What Boys Like” playing, and he falls back against the ropes.  He brushes his hands through his hair, looking around.  He shakes his head and turns around to reach through the ropes for a microphone.

Gerald:  This is unacceptable.

The crowd gasps at Gerald’s outburst.  Gerald holds a hand up, almost apologetically.

Gerald:  We lost, yet again.  This is not what The Good Shepherds are about.  I assure you.  I am a former SCU Underground Champion.  Someone who has come oh so close to winning the Combat Championship.

Gerald points to Andrew who looks as if he is ashamed to have not captured the belt. He nods his head along with Gerald and pats his own chest.

Gerald:  Mz Holly and Carter are worthy adversaries.  Do not mistake that.  This losing streak is not acceptable to us.  We are better than this.  And moving forward, we will be better than this.

Gerald lowers himself to one knee, looking up at the ceiling, as if staring past it.  He points up as Andrew brings The Good Book over, holding it high behind Gerald.

Gerald:  I am making this promise before God Himself.  We WILL be better.  Oh Father, thou art in Heaven.  Hallowed be thy name…

“Take Five” plays over the speakers as the fans boo.  Gerald looks up at the rampway in annoyance as he slowly rises back to his feet.  Eric Weaver comes out with his own copy of The Good Book in his hands.  He slides inside of the ring as Gerald’s nostrils flare in anger.  Andrew takes a step forward as Eric holds the book up as if that were a defense.

Eric:  No, no.  Wait, wait.  I am not coming out here to interrupt you.  Instead, I’ve come out here to ask that you reconsider my offer to join you two.  I truly feel in my heart that I am meant to serve Him.

Eric points up at the ceiling.

Eric:  Your prayer, and your promise brought me out here.  I was moved by the Spirit.  And here I am.

Eric gets down on his knees, looking up at Gerald, and Andrew, and then the ceiling.

Eric:  I am your servant…

Gerald:  Get off your knees, son.  Prove that you are good enough to run with The Good Shepherds.  You have a match coming up against Alex Rush, so show us that you can benefit us by breaking your own losing streak, and we’ll think about it.

Eric:  You got it!

Eric goes to his corner as Gerald and Andrew leave the ring.  He begins stretching out as “Let’s Get Rocked” starts to play over the speakers and Alex Rush makes his way through the curtains.

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Alex Rush vs Eric Weaver

Alex enters the ring with his signs, ready to start the match.  However, seconds into the dance, Eric grabs the signs and smacks Alex over the head with them.  Alex is stunned, but not hurt.  Eric brings Alex over with a Fireman’s Carry.  He wraps his legs around Alex’s neck, choking him.  Alex is eventually able to reach the ropes for the break.  Alex honks Eric’s nose, catching him off guard enough to whip him into the ropes, but Eric comes off of the ropes with a Spinning Back Elbow.  Eric dominates for most of the next few minutes with punches, kicks, and a High Angle Suplex.  That is, until Alex is able to catch a punch and he tickles Eric.  Despite the lack of giggles, Eric squirms.  He tries for a Short Arm Clothesline, but Alex ducks it and locks on the Choke on this Wad (Rear Naked Choke) and begins giving Eric noogies and flicking the nose of his mask.  After a moment Eric is left with no other option than to tap or continue to be painfully annoyed.  He tries to fight it, but he finally taps out. Alex Rush wins via submission.  Alex celebrates, causing Eric to get up and gain a cheap shot from behind.  He clubs Alex down to the mat, taking advantage of Alex’s backup not being around.  He gets up and leaves the ring with Alex busted up.

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Backstage at the North Charleston Coliseum, the Jeckel Brothers are sitting against the wall.

Jack: Tonight it’s only me and my brother, and our former GRIME, Hitamashii, and our opponents are members of OTE.

Jake: OTE, it doesn’t matter which members of your team face us, your faith has already been sealed.

Jack: We understand that you are all decorated champions and good fighters, but we will show you why, we are the most feared men in SCU, tonight we will defeat you.

Javi appears on screen and stops to look at The Jeckels.

Javier: What up bitches, what’s up with Helena yo, she be looking fine sometimes.

Jack and Jake get up and look ready to attack Javi.

Javier: Yo, chill of fuckers, I said sometimes, other times, she be looking like...

Javi just shivers while making a sick face.

Jake: You got 3 seconds to get the hell out of my sight.

Javier: You touch me and Omasa will kick your ass, his ass, and Helena’s ass next week and every week going forward until she gets bored homez.

Javi looks Jack

Javier: You don’t look like you get much attention from the ladies so you might like Omassa getting all over you vato.

Jack: No one is scared of Omasa. She might be a badass but Helena already put her to sleep once.

Jake: Helena would be more than happy to give Omasa another L, in fact if you two can find a friend. The three of us will put you down.

Javier: Nah homez, Me and Omasa don’t need a third. We got this shit 2 on 3 fuckers.

Jake: I say we beat him down right here.

Skag appears on screen

Skag: I don’t think so. His ass is mine in a few minutes. You screw that up and you have to deal with Angel of Filth.

Jack: Your match is next, Javi’s lucky we have respect for Filth.

Jake: Don’t beat him to hard Skag, save some for us next week.

Skag: But of course.

Javier: I would tell you losers how wrong you are but my theme song is about to play, this vato has to go homez.

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Number one Contendership for the Pride Tag Team Championship.
Javier Gonzalez vs Skag

Skag slides to the outside of the ring. Dylan yells at Skag to get back in the ring. Skag goes under the ring and pulls out a trash can full of weapons. Dylan goes through the middle ropes to order Skag to drop the trash can. Skag throws it in the ring then slides back inside the ring. Dylan slides in and grabs the trash can, a bat and pipe come out of the trash can while Dylan removes the trash can out of the ring, Skag slides in the ring as Javi grabs the pipe and kicks the bat to Skag for him to pick up. Dylan slides in the ring and yells at the both to drop the weapons. Skag swings at Dylan, Dlyan ducks while warning Skag. Dylan turns to Javi who swings at Dylan, the ref ducks again and yells at both men to drop. Javi and Skag ignore Dylan’s orders. Skag and Javi swing at Dylan at the sametime, Dylan runs out of the way and slides out of the ring calling for the bell as Dylan DQ’s both men. Skag and Javi start swinging at each other, the sound of the metal bat and pipe over take the crowd booing the referee discussion to DQ both men before the match had a chance to start. The loud bangs get the crowd excited as they wait for one to screw up and get knocked in the head with steel. SCU referees and security rush out to ringside to break it up. Head ref Ryan slides in the ring, Skag takes a swing, Ryan ducks. Javi swings and nails Skag with a cheap shot to the back of the head. Javi drops the pipe and gives Skag the Suck It taunt before leaving the ring.

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*Recorded Earlier*

We go to the backstage area, with the set of “What’re You Gagnon?”, making it’s triumphant return after a few weeks off.  Liam is sitting with a cup of coffee in his hands, smiling at the camera.  Off to the left, we see the SCU Combat Champion, Andrey Azarov, with his belt prominently displayed on his right shoulder.  He looks like he’s bored being here.

Liam:  Hello, and welcome to another rousing edition of “What’re You Gagnon?” with me, your host, Liam Gagnon.  Sitting in with me this time is none other than Boris Badenov, the less interesting counterpart of Natasha.  Boris, welcome.

Andrey:  It is honor to be here with SCU Combat Championship on shoulder.  Less of honor to be here with second rate hack interviewer, ring announcer, and whatever else Liam is doing these days.  But, all publicity is good publicity.

Liam:  Tell that to your wife who gets passed around more than a stack of hotcakes at a lumberjack convention.

Liam smirks, and Andrey scowls.  He spits right at Liam’s feet.

Liam:  Ha, gross.  Anyway, let’s get serious for a moment.  This man here is Andrey Azarov.  Former Pro Boxing Championship Heavyweight Champion.  This man is truly a legend… in boxing.  His wrestling career has been defined by him getting married to a 12 year old boy in the middle of the ring while wearing a red mask.  Yikes on several bikes.

Andrey:  You only wish you could get more than 500 feet from 12 year old boy, Liam.  But this won’t happen second time, will it?  I think not.

Liam:  This one comes with the jokes.  I like him… about as much as I like cleaning out my asshole with a steel brush.  Now, let’s move on before some liberal Karen tells us what we can and can’t say.  Andrey, you have a big match tonight, arguably the biggest match of your career.  You are actually a champion, while SCU has decided to have a Clash of Champions Fatal Four Way for the GRIME Championship in the main event.

Andrey:  I am Combat Champion.  You say it is biggest match of career, but no.  Biggest so far already came when I got chance to fight for this belt.  And I won.  This is paramount.  No GRIME Championship match will outshine that night.  I am sorry to disappoint.

Liam raises his eyebrows.

Liam:  If you were truly sorry to disappoint, I’d think you would go back to PBC, or just flat out retire.  I mean, why would you of all people talk about disappointment like it’s not part of your everyday life?

Andrey:  I figured you would understand.  Every time you get naked in front of someone, you must know what this feels like.

Andrey holds his thumb and index finger close together for emphasis. Liam looks to the camera and looks surprised.

Liam:  Wow, isn’t that generous! I’m flattered.  Now, back to the match that has people far more interesting than you.  Stewart Mason, Earl Lockyer, and… and…

Andrey:  Joshua Acquin.  I thought you said people who are far more interesting than me.

Liam:  And I stand by that statement.  But, on a serious note, this match isn’t something to laugh at.  It’s got Stewart Mason, who is arguably the number one male competitor in SCU of all time.  Earl Lockyer, who has carried the tag division on his back for quite some time.  And the longest reigning TV/GRIME Champion in company history.  You’ve got some stiff competition.

Andrey:  I fear not.  Stewart will soon fall to someone younger, and people will forget about him.  If not for this Combat Championship, Esther and I would probably be Pride Tag Team Champions, and we would carry division so Earl won’t have to on his broken back.  And Joshua… well, I won’t say much for him that is negative.  He was robbed many times in GRIME, yet he conquered, and has become legend in Sin City.  It is clear that Earl and Stewart will work together.  Perhaps Joshua and I could do same?  I left GRIME on rocky terms, yes.  But, Joshua never bought into taking sides.  I respect that.  He did not need someone to come in and save him.  He did not need to fight dirty.  He just did what he does best.  He still became champion, and best one to date.

Liam:  So, are you done kissing his ass, or do you need another few minutes?

Andrey glares over at Liam.

Andrey:  Nyet. I might not be most honorable man in SCU, but I give credit where due.  And tonight could be like GRIME versus Team Canada… for old time sake, da?  Of course, it is every man for himself in end, but… strategy could work out well for both of us.

Liam:  I can’t argue that.  I will say that there’s just no way either of you would stand a chance on your own.

Andrey:  And this is where you are wrong.  Now, if you will excuse me, I must not listen to your doubts any longer.  I have second title to go win.

Liam watches as Andrey abruptly leaves.  He keeps his eyes on Andrey the whole time, until he leaves the area.  Liam slowly sips on his tea and then turns his chair back to face the camera directly.

Liam:  Well, you heard it here on “What’re You Gagnon?”  Andrey Azarov is looking to embarrass himself further, as if that were actually needed.  Anyway, until next time.

Liam signs off with a wave, walking off of the scene, mumbling under his voice.

Liam:  God, they don’t pay me enough to pretend I give a shit about some of these assholes…

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OTE vs Hitamashii and the Jeckels

Dax and Hitamashii start things off as they circle each other.  They get the crowd behind the match, and Dax ties up with Hitamashii.  Hitamashii sweeps Dax off of his feet and does a Double Knee Drop.  He bounces off of the ropes and does a skid kick to the side of Dax’s head.  He lifts Dax up and sends him to the ropes.  Dax grabs onto Hitamashii’s arms to pull him in, but Hitamashii drops and slides, using Dax’s momentum to get him off of his feet.  He jumps onto the middle of the second rope and turns midair to land a Legdrop.  He gets a one count.  Hitamashii cackles before tagging in Jake Jeckel.  Jake picks Dax up and kicks him right in the gut.  He lands a Swinging DDT.  Jake rubs his elbow and then drops it to Dax’s forehead.  He goes for a cover, but Dax kicks out.  He lifts Dax up, and Dax charges him into the corner.  He tags in Rory.  Rory and Dax take turns stomping on Jake, getting him down to the ground.  Rory backs up and hits a Ridin’ Yo Face (Bronco Buster), flying a fake lasso as he does.  He finally gets up.  He stumbles right over to Jack and punches him in the face, dropping him to the outside and gaining a cheer.  As Rory turns around, Jake crams his hand into Rory’s mouth with a Mandible Claw.  He backs Rory into Jake’s corner.  He tags Jack in, and both Jeckels lift Rory onto the top rope, facing out, and then lift him up, dropping him to the mat hard.  Eyesnsane climbs in preemptively to break up the cover, but the referee stops him.  Eyes tries to get past him, but Dylan stands firm.  This allows Hitamashii to enter the ring with the signature Jeckels mallet, and hands it to Jack in good faith.  He nails Rory with it.  Hitamashii rushes at Eyes as Jake takes care of Dax.  With the ring clear of illegal competitors, Jack gets the cover on Rory. Hitamashii and The Jeckels win via pinfall.

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We find ourselves inside of the office of Gianni Di Luca.  In front of him is a piece of paper, and his face is one large smile.

Gianni:  I’m not gonna take up much of ya time, but I got a few announcements I’d like to make regarding next week’s card.  Due to a certain mishap between a few of the “gentlemen” tonight, I want to make it known that certain things don’t fly with this GM.  And crownin’ contenders was one of the highlights of tonight, somethin’ I was lookin’ forward to.  Since Javier Gonzalez went about antagonizin’ The Jeckels, then failed to participate in the contendership match, he’s gonna get to face Jake and Jack in a handicap match.

The crowd cheers as Gianni takes a slight pause.

Gianni:  That’s right.  The three on two has turned into a two on one.  Because Omasa is gonna be busy as she goes one on one with Angel of Filth to determine the number one contenders for the Pride Tag Team Championships.

The crowd cheers louder as Gianni pauses once again to allow it.

Gianni:  Now, let’s not forget about Skag.  He wasn’t innocent either.  So to make up for his part in all of this, he’s gonna have a handicap match of his own as he takes on the Dying Breed, two on one.  As part of just seven matches to take place instead of our usual eight. Now, since I mentioned half of the matches, why don’t I go ahead and tell the entire card.  In the main event, Amy Santino will be defendin’ her GRIME Championship against none other than… Winter Elemental…

The crowd cheers yet again, much louder this time.  However, Gianni moves on quickly.

Gianni:  And let’s not forget about the Underground Champion, Cordelia Clark.  She gets to defend her belt against former Underground Champion… Kelli Torres…

The cheers are almost overwhelming, to the point that Gianni actually covers his ears.

Gianni:  Oh, and… we’re gonna have two separate 10 person battle royals, one for the men, and one for the women.  Why?  Because I fawkin’ said so, that’s why.  I love a good battle royal.  Anyway, tune in next week for all that, and let’s continue on with the show, shall we?

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Jerry Cann vs Jamie Staggs vs “Shorty” Devin Tyler

Jerry gets the jump on Jamie, spinning him around and dropping him with a Spinning Neckbreaker.  Shorty charges at him, but Jerry nails a Back Body Drop that rocks the ring.  Jerry picks Jamie up and nails a Snap Suplex, right on top of Shorty.  He drops an elbow on top of Jamie, pinning Shorty and Jamie simultaneously.  He gets a one count.  Shorty crawls out from under Jamie and begins yelling at Jerry.  Jerry comes off the ropes, looking for a knee to Shorty’s head.  Shorty moves and smacks the leg out of the way.  He punches Jerry in the dick (Dick Punch City).  The referee warns him.  But with Jerry down, Shorty begins punching away at Jerry’s face.  He sends Jerry into the ropes, and as Jerry comes back, Shorty nails a headbutt to Jerry’s groin area.  He climbs onto the second rope and jumps off with a Cannonball.  He tries to go for the cover, but Jamie moves him out of the way.  He goes for the cover.  Shorty pushes Jamie off of Jerry and tries for the cover.  Jamie pulls Shorty away and the two engage in a staredown.  Jamie challenges Shorty to a Test of Strength, and the crowd laughs.  Jamie gets on his knees to even the playing field.  Shorty, however, punches Jamie in the face, sending him back down.  Shorty drops a headbutt right to Jamie’s groin, and the referee warns him again.  Jerry lifts Shorty up into an Electric Chair Slam.  He goes for the Cobra Clutch, but Jamie rushes him over the ropes.  As Jerry tries to come back in, Jamie hits a Baseball Slide.  He jumps up top and nails the Dumbass Drop on Shorty.  Jamie Staggs wins via pinfall.  He celebrates his way to the back, slapping hands with the fans as he goes to the back.

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Dev is backstage with Earl and Stewart.

Dev: Tonight, both of you being champions are featured in a match for the grime championship.

Stewart: Dev, let me tell you this match is one the fans will be talking about for a long time, four of SCU's best in one match with one goal, prove who is the alpha male champion. Dev I’ve been champion many times in this great business, I’ve held the SCU championship more times than anyone, and I’ve wrestled everyone in this match even my buddy Earl , and you know what would be great to see tonight.

Dev: What?

Stewart: To see Earl walk out of here tonight GRIME champion, he’s been a standard in the tag division for a long time, it’s time for another singles title in Team canada,, now of course I just can’t let him win that’s wouldn’t be fair now would it.

Dev: No it wouldn’t, what about it Earl

Earl: I think Stewart is right, I mean I’ve never held a single title in SCU, tonight if it's my night, maybe I’ll walk out as Grime champion, and I hope you don’t make it easy Stewart, gotta give these great fans a show.

Stewart: No doubt, good luck buddy.

Stewart extends his hand to Earl who shakes it.

Earl: And the same to you buddy

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Dying Breed vs The Monsitmals

Ivan and Raab start the match off as Sam and Garcia step outside.  Raab grabs onto Ivan’s throat, but Ivan kicks him in the stomach.  He removes Raab’s hand from his throat and kicks him in the gut once more.  He nails a DDT on Raab and then stomps a couple circles around him.  He steps back, and as Raab starts to get up, he goes for a low kick to the head.  Raab grabs onto his leg and then Clotheslines him to the ground.  He picks Ivan up by the throat.  He tosses Ivan into the corner and throws punches at Ivan until he sinks down.  He grinds his foot into Ivan’s throat.  He drags him by the foot to the center of the ring.  He lifts Ivan up and nails a Piledriver.  He gets a two count before Andrew breaks it up.  Andrew is able to drag Ivan toward his corner and Andrew makes the tag.  He charges in and nails a series of punches to Raab.  He hits a Double Underhook Suplex, getting a one count before Sam breaks it up.  Ivan Clotheslines Sam over the top rope, but Sam takes him over with him.  Andrew hits a Catapult to Raab into the corner.  He nails a Body Avalanche and then turns Raab around.  He kicks Raab in the stomach and sets him up for the Bust A Cap (Pedigree w/knee on back of head).  Sam tries to break up the pin, but Ivan stops him. Dying Breed wins via pinfall.  Sam kicks Ivan in the face and begins hammering away at him.  Andrew climbs outside and does the Trials and Tribulations (Crossface Chickenwing) until security comes out to break it up.

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Joshua is in the back with his championship on his shoulder.

Joshua: I told you I would still keep this championship.  Tonight it is men’s night here in SCU.  So why not throw another championship defense for Joshua and his GRIME Championship.  If I was to look back at the championship defenses from when I won this championship you would see it seems like I have to defend this championship every week.  Now I should be happy that this company trust me to be able to defend this championship and be the one to bring the fans in.  But I enjoy causing pain to others so it’s not the matches that bug me it is that my championship is on the line week in and week out it seems.  But other champion’s titles are not on the line every week.  But I will take on anyone they place in front of me.

Joshua walks around while adjusting his championship.

Joshua:  This week I will not face just one man, but I will face three other men that want this championship around their waist.  I have beat all of them one on one and so the powers that be put them all in a match where I don’t even have to be pinned to lose my championship.  But it is like I always have said before I always have a champions advantage.

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Main Event
Clash of Champions - Grime Championship Match
Earl Lockyer vs Stewart Mason vs Andrey Azarov vs Joshua Acquin

Liam:  The following contest is scheduled for one, is a Clash of Champions exhibition for the GRIME Championship!!!

The lights flash around the audience as they wait for the arrival of the next star.  The word "intoxicating" flashes over the screen and stage in many colors and fonts to the beat of the music.  Just then, “Intoxicating" by Infected Rain plays over the speakers as Andrey comes out onto the stage.  He is in full boxing gear from the pads to the rob to the gloves.  He jogs and boxes the air for a moment before throwing his robe off to the ground.  The ladies in attendance "ooh" and "ahh" at his appearance.

Liam:  Introducing next, from Chelyabinsk, Oblast, Russia, he is the SCU Combat Champion, the “Siberian Shadow Cyclone”… Andrey Azarov!!!

Andrey slowly moves down the rampway, drawing in the admiration, jealousy, and hate. Once down at ringside, he jogs up the ring steps. Esther walks over to the ring, holding onto his hand as she gets on the apron.  They meet for a kiss.  Esther then sits on the middle rope and Andrey enters.  He waves his arms around and roars, showing off his boxing gloves.  He settles into his corner and waits for the match to start.

Liam: Coming to the ring from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, standing at 6’5” and weighing in at 256lb, he is one half of the Pride Tag Team Champions… Earl Lockyer!!!

Earl steps on the stage walks to the ring and enter, a spotlight shine on the rings, and he gives the crowd an arrogant smile.

Liam:  Aaaaaand next, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, standing at 6’ and weighing in at 235lb, he is “The Bounty Hunter” Stewart Maaaaaaaaasonnnnnnnnnnn!!!

“The Hunter” by Mastadon begins playing over the speakers. Stewart Steps on the stage, wearing black pants and combat boots, with Black Handwraps, he takes in the reaction of the crowd, he walks to the ring. Stewart climbs the ropes from outside and points to himself then climbs down from the ropes, and goes to the center of the ring.

Liam:  And last, from Las Vegas, NV standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 227lb, he is your GRIME Champion… Joshua Acquin!!!

Judas Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd.  As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans.  Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Rob:  Some might argue that Andrey and Joshua have the advantage here, as they come from GRIME Wrestling, which is all about hardcore wrestling.

Chad:  Going up against two veterans who have definitely had a hardcore match or fifty in their time.  Plus, this isn’t a tag match.  It’s every man for himself.

Rob:  Andrey and Joshua roll outside of the ring, and immediately pull out weapons.  Andrey has a kendo stick, while Joshua has a broomstick.  He cracks it over his knee.

Chad:  Earl and Stewart roll outside to the opposite end and they grab weapons, Earl has a steel chair, while Stewart grabs a sledgehammer.  All four men meet inside of the ring.

Rob:  Earl swings the chair at Andrey, who uses the kendo stick to knock it away.  Joshua swings one half of the broomstick at Stewart, but Stewart breaks the half, sending pieces flying.

Chad:  Andrey swings the kendo stick at Stewart, but this opens him up for a chair shot from Earl, knocking him down to the mat. Joshua uses the other half of the broomstick to knock Earl in the back of the head.

Rob:  Earl goes down, and Joshua and Stewart look to one another, perhaps a sliver of respect, both having had a victory over each other.  Stewart swings the sledgehammer, but Joshua ducks and nails a shot to the gut.

Chad:  He then swings it back around and knocks Stewart in the back of the head.  Earl is quick to get up to his feet and he knocks Joshua down with the chair.

Rob:  He bashes the chair against Joshua’s back twice.  As he goes down to get the cover, Andrey is quick to roll him up from behind!

One!
Two!

Chad:  Stewart breaks up the cover.  He and Earl pick Andrey up and send him into the ropes.  As he comes back, they fling him with a Double Hip Toss, right on top of Joshua.

Rob:  Earl rolls Andrey off of Joshua, and he drops down for the cover.  But, before the ref can count to one, Stewart drops an elbow to the back of Earl’s head, breaking up the cover.

Chad:  He did tell us that he wasn’t going to make this easy for Earl, and it looks like he’s keeping that promise.  Stewart and Earl go toe to toe, exchanging punches back and forth.

Rob:  The crowd is loving this.  They go back and forth, and with the lack of rules, they are bare knuckle brawling with closed fists and all!

Chad:  Earl gets the upperhand in the exchange as he backs Stewart into a corner.  Meanwhile, Andrey slips outside and picks up a table.  He slides it inside.  Joshua starts to stir.

Rob:  Andrey and Joshua set up the table together.  They spin Earl around and they set him up for a Vertical Suplex, but Earl lands on his feet on the table.  He hits Joshua with a Dropkick to the face.

Chad:  Andrey trips Earl up, and he falls off of the table, favoring his knee.  The referee checks on him as he rolls around in pain.

Rob:  Andrey lifts Stewart onto the table.  He stands up and sets him up for the Shadow Cyclone version of the Paid In Full (Implant DDT).  Joshua cheers him on, too!

Chad:  Andrey nails it, going right through the table!  But before he can do anything, Joshua has the chair and he smacks Andrey across the top of the head, putting him down.

Rob:  Medical is coming down to check on Earl.  Joshua smirks wickedly as he falls against the ropes, enjoying the carnage.  He puts the chair on Andrey’s throat, choking him out as he leans casually.

Chad:  The crowd is booing him, but this only makes his smirk grow.  Andrey weakly fights against it.  Earl is being checked on.  Joshua goes to the outside to grab his GRIME Championship belt.

Rob:  He puts it around his waist as he rolls back inside.  I guess he’s just trying to make it easier for when he scores the win.

Chad:  He goes for the cover on Andrey!

One!
Two!
Thr…

Chad:  But Earl jumps on top to break up the cover!  The crowd cheers as Earl begins throwing punches at Joshua!  Vicious punches!  Like he stole from him!

Rob:  Earl lifts Joshua up and goes for the EL 91 (Michinoku Driver 2), but Stewart is able to make it to his feet and clobbers Earl with a broken piece of table, causing him to drop Joshua.

Chad:  Stewart nails the Paid In Full on Earl, but before he can hook the leg, Joshua cracks Stewart with the GRIME Championship belt against the side of the head, causing him to fall to one knee.

Rob:  Joshua nails the Nightmare 2 (Full nelson facebuster)!  He drops down quickly and covers Stewart!

One!
Two!

Rob:  Andrey is stirring, and he gets to his feet, quickly making a beeline for the cover, but…

Three!!!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here is your winner and STILL GRIME Champion… Joshua Acquin!!!

The crowd boos as “Judas” plays over the speakers.  Andrey drops to his knees as Joshua grabs up his belt.  Andrey slowly gets to his feet and walks toward Joshua, who gets in a defensive stance.  Andrey continues forward, but extends his hand to Joshua.  Joshua sneers, shaking his head.  Andrey continues to hold it out.  Joshua reluctantly shakes hands with Andrey, and Andrey raises Joshua’s arm, pointing to him as the show goes off the air.

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Tune in next week for Underground Ep. 108!

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Azurine Vebbins vs Katta Pult

Before the bell can ring, Katta comes outside and clubs Azzy across the back.  She goes on the attack, knocking Azzy to the ground.  After a few good stomps, she picks Azzy up and rolls her inside of the ring.  She slides inside and the bell rings.  She continues to stomp on Azzy until the referee orders her back.  She reluctantly steps back as Azzy starts to get to her feet.  Azzy stumbles back into the corner.  As Katta rushes at her, Azzy ducks and as Katta turns around, Azzy hits a couple high kicks to Katta’s head.  She steps up two ropes and begins to throw punches to Katta’s face.  She is about to go for a DDT, but Katta holds Azzy up and drops her with a mat slam.  She holds onto Azzy, and lifts her up into a Snap Suplex.  She gets a two count before lifting Azzy back up.  Azzy clubs her in the sides.  She comes off the ropes and hits a Shoulderbutt.  She lifts Katta up and whips her into the ropes, nailing a back elbow.  She gets behind Katta and goes for a German Suplex, but Katta nails a back elbow.  She turns around and hits a Belly-to-Belly Suplex on Azzy.  She gets a two count.  Katta shouts at the ref to quicken the count.  She goes to pick Azzy up, but Azzy trips her up over the bottom rope.  She turns her over and hits a Slingshot against the middle rope.  She goes for a cover, getting a two count.  She lifts Katta up and nails a hard hitting Running Bulldog, getting another two count.  Azzy lifts Katta up, setting her up for the Pearly Gatekeeper (Dragon Suplex into a Double-Handed Jawbreaker)!  But Katta is able to break out of it.  Katta gets behind Azzy and goes for her signature Pax Germania (Rolling German Suplexes), but as she sends Azzy backwards, but Azzy rolls out and lands on her feet.  She tries for the Pearly Gatekeeper again, but Katta sneaks an eye rake, following it up with a rollup cover.  She holds the tights and gets the three count. Katta Pult wins via pinfall.

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The scene cuts in on Chelsea LeClair in the locker room. She is incredibly bubbly and vibrant this evening and on top of that, she is dressed to compete much to the surprise of the audience. Chelsea is in a rather good mood considering that she is just getting started in Sin City Underground. Chelsea is beaming with confidence and she’s definitely excited to proceed with the next chapter of her new adventure as she begins to express her thoughts.

Chelsea: HI! For those of you that know me, you know that you are in for a rather entertaining ride with me. For those that don’t, my name is Chelsea LeClair. You may know me from other places as the former tag team partner of Andrea Hernandez… and the less I say anything about that, the better… you may also know me as someone who has taken the wrestling world by storm quite a bit in the last year or so with so much more to come. You may also know me as a former two time world champion in my own right. Regardless, I am so happy to be here. This has been a fresh new beginning for me so far and the best part was that after having to wait for a little bit, I finally made my on screen debut last week and I WON! Believe me, that was such an amazing thrill to be part of this universe and to be part of the family and the best is yet to come, you have my promise on that. I am not someone that is afraid. I am not someone that runs away from a fight or a challenge and well… I am speaking to you tonight because I do have a challenge in front of me in the form of Omasa….

That’s right…

I AM in this gauntlet tonight. It sure sounds like a tough challenge, does it not? I mean, her name strikes fear in the hearts of many, but I am not one of them. The only way to win the gauntlet is to knock her out? Oof… that does sound like a tall task, especially for someone that looks like me, right? I mean, how am I, some pretty little thing from South Jersey, going to be able to beat someone like her? She’s… well… Omasa… and I am someone that looks like they belong more in Hollywood than a wrestling ring. Now, I admit that when I first started wrestling, I was using the sport as a vehicle for that shallow dream but that is NOT me anymore. Maybe I don’t look like a prototypical wrestler but believe me when I say that I love this business and I would not be a world champion two times over if I didn’t.

“Well someone cute like you may not be able to knock her out you know…”

Yeah right.

You’re talking to someone that once retained a world championship in a barbwire deathmatch… which… IRONIC considering that the woman that mentored me is fighting one tonight…

OH RIGHT, I didn’t mention that part about being a Myra Rivers protege did I? Okay, it’s not the end all be all as far as this gauntlet goes, but having that pedigree on my resume doesn’t hurt. You see, I have had a history of overcoming the odds and being able to shock a hell of a lot of people. I have had a history of beating wrestlers that many people on paper say that I wouldn’t be able to beat. Now, I am not going to go out and guarantee that I am going to knock a bitch out, but as someone who knows what she is capable of, do not be surprised if I am the one that does it. I have made a career out of doing the seemingly impossible and if that is what I gotta do tonight to show SCU what I am really made of, then that is what I am going to do! So Omasa, if you last long enough to face me, the last thing you want to do is underestimate me. One way or another, I am going to show this company that I am not just another pretty face: I am a legitimate professional wrestler who has yet to hit her full potential! So best of luck to everyone else involved.

Tonight?

It’s a Chelsea LeClair coming out party, BITCHES!

Chelsea gives a confident wink before she heads out of the scene, raring to go for the gauntlet match. Shortly after she leaves, the scene fades out.

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The scene opens with the GRIME championship filling the screen before slowly zooming out to reveal Amy Santino in her ring gear, where she stands alone in front of a large Violent Conduct poster, which has been graffitied over with the words GRIME RULES.

Amy smiles as she looks down at the camera and begins to speak.

Amy: It’s amazing how much can be said in a match blurb with only getting half the story.  It’s doesn’t tell you that I was screwed over by Omasa and GRIME is no longer is a company but a brand that I own rights to. It also doesn’t tell you that I am undefeated in singles competition and how hard I worked to come back and how hard to get where I am now. It’s also doesn’t give the whole story of mine and Mercedes’ history.  And finally, it won’ tell you that I will be successful defending my championship.

But let’s go back to that history part…  April 10th 2011.  The very first time that we stepped into the ring against each other… 10 years ago.  It’s crazy.  Do you remember that match Mercedes? I barely do but looking back in the video archive, you won that match and unfortunately you won every other singles encounters we had in NCW right up until I left that company.   Obviously you then joined Sin City Wrestling and we didn’t meet until November 2013, which I beat you in two successive shows defeating you take the roulette championship and then successfully defending it, however, after that normal service resumes until Violent Conduct IV 2017 whereby some miracle I won that but after that no more matches between us in singles competition.

It’s not until we both decide to take up residence in SCU and well…. we all know the story of that.  I take the now GRIME championship off you and unify it and here we are. So moving on from the past into the now.  The now being our match tonight and my title defence.  To be honest… when I won the World Nightmare championship, I wasn’t expecting to beat you and I wasn’t expecting as I said the unification and I am going to be frank here and I’ve said it before. You don’t deserve the rematch. This is a different title… but sadly my previous calls fall on deaf ears since I don’t hold much power anymore.

There isn’t time to be bitter about that because I need to focus on tonight.  To be honest I will have to be the most focused I have ever been for most matches here in GRIME/SCU. While much of the competition is strong it’s nothing to write home about, but with you being on the roster or whatever you are doing I have to work that little bit harder inside the ring and you have to work twice as hard just to survive the night… pulling double duty must suck.

You must feel great about getting this title shot and then being in the Bombshell Internet final… but if I was Andrea Hernandez I would be praying to whatever god is out there and doing the biggest back flips ever.  Do you know what GRIME is Mercedes?  it’s about hardcore wrestling 24/7 and I am not talking about the roulette style of matches, and you are going to be in for one hell of a ride.  I will make sure that when you leave the ring tonight you will be battered bruised and bloody.  I will make sure that you regret making a beeline for this title and I will make sure that Andrea will have the biggest advantage going into your match.

This doesn’t mean I am going to compromise my own match and roll over… Oh no.  I am going all out and as always putting everything out there and on the line. Mercedes… you better be prepared for this match and this match only.

I am defending this title at all costs.

Good luck Mercedes because you are going to fucking need it.

Amy pulls the belt from her waist and raises it up before giving it a little kiss before walking away.  The scene fades out on the Violent Conduct post and the background sounds of a busy backstage area.

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Gauntlet Match from Hell
Omasa Tazu

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Javier: Yo, this Javi, taking over this bitch to call the action. I'm a one-man team for this one homez. Omasa and Orchid start off this Omasa gets to beat down the women roster match. Omasa stays at her corner as Orchid approaches Omasa but stops just 3 feet from her and gets in her Wing Chun stance. Omasa shakes her head as she continues to stay at her corner. Orchid goes for a kick, Omasa side steps to move out of the way. Omasa grabs her wooden sword and stabs Orchid in the gut, then moves the sword up to hit Orchid in the jaw, but Orchid blocks it with her hand. Orchid holds the sword and takes it from Omasa, almost as if Omasa wanted her to take it. Orchid swings the sword and hits Omasa in the gut. Omasa points at Orchid as the referee calls for the bell. 

Darlyn: Orchid has been DQ.

Javier: Yo, how you like that, Gianni? You made the rules, and Omasa is going to capitalize on them, vato! Oh, look it here, Delia Darling out, victim number two for Omasa to take on. Like some old white dude will say. Business is about to pick up! Delia Darling slides in the ring. Darling picks up the wooden sword and wacks Omasa in the shoulder. Dr. Green calls for the bell as Darling shrugs and leaves the ring.

Darlyn: Delia Darling has been DQ. 

Javier: Darling just gave Gianni a big ol F.U. FU for Frenchie… Something homez, I don't know what the U stands for. And now we have Esther Azarov running down. Esther and Andrey about to see what happens when you face the best tag team ever in SCU, NFG! That's yo homey Javi and the killer Omasa as the tag team, No Fucks Given. Esther slides in the ring. Omasa tosses Esther the wooden sword. Esther turns around and throws the sword behind her, landing on Omasa's feet. Esther points at her head, letting Omasa get a free shot. This chick is stupid crazy, yo! She about to die! Omasa walks around to face Esther. Esther gets her fists up, but Omasa nails her with that Omasa Punch! Yeah, Gianni, you ain't banning shit when you give Omasa a no-rules match to take a advantage of homez! Esther goes down for the three count as Omasa just puts her foot on Esther's chest! Go home crazy; you need Jesus, chicka!

Darlyn: Esther Azarov has been pinned.

Javier: Oh shot, Filth runs out but stops at ringside. Filth calls for Omasa to come outside. Oh shit, B! Omasa slides out of the ring! Omasa and Filth start trading hard chops to the chest as Dr. Green starts his count! Filth and Omasa are taking each shot. They ain't blocking shit. They taking each chop like a champ as Dr. Green gets to five. Omasa nails a chop that makes Filth take a step back. Filth steps in and nails a chop that sends Omasa a few steps back. Dr. Green gets to eight! Omasa runs in with a hard chop as Dr. Green gets to nine. Filth sprays Omasa in the face with her smelly breath thingy Poison Mist! The bell rings as Dr. Green counts to ten!

Darlyn: Angel of Filth has been counted out.

Javier: Omasa got treated by Filth. Dahlia Rotten comes out while Omasa slides in the ring and wipes her face. Dr. Green is asking if Omasa is okay! Shit, it gonna take more than that to take Omasa out homez! Dahlia gets in the ring and grabs the wooden sword. Dahlia throws it outside, bad move; Dahlia gonna need any weapon she can use! Dahlia runs at Omasa; Dahlia bends down a bit and hits Omasa in the chest with her big ass head hitting a hard headbutt! Omasa ends up staggering to the ropes; Dahlia grabs Omasa, and Irish whips her across the ring, yo! Omasa bounces off. Dahlia bends down for a headbutt with her bigass forehead, but Omasa, don't be playing that shit as she counters with a smack to Dahlia's big ass forehead vatos! Omasa grabs Dahlia to send her to the ropes, but Dahlia reverses it, sending Omasa instead! Omasa jumps and lands on the top rope on some ninja shit as she jumps off the bitch going for a moonsault. Omasa lands on Dahlia, but Dahlia holds Omasa and counters by dropping Omasa with a powerslam. Dahlia goes for the cover but ain't no pinfalls stupid! Not like Omasa would have took the 3-count. Gonna take more than that to take my partner out homez! Dahlia and Omasa get to their feet. Omasa goes for a roundhouse kick, but Dahlia blocks it by grabbing Omasa mid-air and counters with a T-bone suplex!

Javi drops the headset as Dahlia steps on Omasa's chest. Javi slides in the ring, Dr. Green tries to get in front of Javi, but he spins around Dr. Green, then hits Dahlia with a dropkick. Dahlia slips off of Omasa but stays on her feet. Dahlia turns to look at Javi; Javi kicks Dahlia in the stomach before grabbing her head for a headlock.  Earl Lockyer runs out and gets in the ring. He nails a boot to the side of Javi's head. Javi lets go of Dahlia; Omasa kicks Earl in the back of the knee as she gets to her feet. SCU security ran down to ringside. Earl turns to Omasa; Omasa goes to punch Earl, but Earl grabs Omasa by her throat and gets her up, then drops her with a chokeslam. The bell rings as security gets in the ring to remove the Three-Way and Javi.

Darlyn: Due to Earl attacking Omasa, Dahlia has been DQ!

Security order The Three Way to the back as they try to argue their case. Javi mocks them, which gets Earl to go for Javi, but security gets tighter on Earl as other security guards get Javi out of the ring. Javi takes his shirt off and throws it at the Three-Way to further antagonize the Pride Tag Team Champions. While security removes those not in the match, Morgan Clark runs down the rampway and slides in the ring.


Morgan Clark grabs Omasa by her forehead in a claw grip as Morgan gets Omasa to her feet. Morgan goes for an open hand strike, but Omasa blocks it and counters with a closed fist punch to Morgan's ribs. Omasa nails another punch, but Morgan lands a closed fist of her own to Omasa's jaw, sending Omasa back a few steps. Omasa points at Morgan to Dr. Green. Dr. Green gives Morgan a half-sounding warning. Omasa charges at Morgan and eats a knee to the gut for her troubles. Morgan starts blocking Omasa's martial art kicks. Morgan nails a hard left hook then a right. Omasa gets stunned. Morgan runs to Omasa, but Omasa drops down to Leg Sweeps Morgan. Morgan jumps at the last second and kicks Omasa in the face. Morgan picks up Omasa; Morgan hits the ropes as she runs to Omasa; Morgan jumps and locks her legs on Omasa's neck for a Spinning headscissors. Omasa slides across the ring to the other side with her ass hitting the bottom turnbuckle. Morgan runs over and again puts the claw to Omasa's head to get Omasa to her feet. Morgan looks at Dr. Green as he turns to look away from the ring. Morgan nails Omasa in the throat with the illegal Omasa Punch. Omasa gets on all fours, which gives Morgan the perfect shot, kicking Omasa in the stomach, flipping Omasa over, and landing on her back. Dr. Green turns to look at the ring as Morgan gets on the top turnbuckle. Morgan leaps off the turnbuckle, landing right on Omasa's heart with her Busaiku knee. (Heartbreaker) Morgan steps back as Dr. Green points to a corner. He looks at Omasa and calls for the bell.

Darlyn: Dr. Green has medically stop this match on behalf of Omasa Tazu well being. The winner of this match by TKO… Morgan Clark!!!!

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The scene cuts in on Morgan Clark who is beaming! For the first time in the entirety of her SCU career, she is legitimately happy. Reflecting on the gauntlet that she won not too long ago, Morgan continues to beam with pride. She knows that what she just accomplished is huge as she begins to speak her mind.

Morgan: Before I dive into what I REALLY want to say, I do want to say sorry to my sister Cordelia Clark for not being around when she needed me. It was nothing personal, Cordy. I know you’re going to be in the main event of this pre-show against Helena and Ariana in just a few minutes and I already know that you got this. Go out there and continue to prove why you’re the world champion that you deserve to be. Now, as for ME? I bet that you weren’t expecting me to be the one that knocked out Omasa, did you? Don’t even hide it. NONE of you gave me a chance. All of you idiots looking at me and thinking “oh it’s just Cordelia’s big sister, nothing special about her”. All of you people writing me off as second fiddle to Cordelia, acting as if I don’t have my own abilities or talent to go out there and accomplish that and I already know all of you idiots out there are going to dismiss what I just did and make excuses for Omasa… something along the lines of all the other participants wearing her out first, or something. Yeah, go ahead and make excuses for her and try to discredit me.

It will NOT change the fact that I went out there and PROVED that I am my own wrestler, in my own right and not just ANY wrestler, but a DAMN GOOD ONE in my own right! All of this time being in my late cousin’s shadow while she disgraced our family and then all of this time being casted in Cordelia’s while people like Amy Santino were doing nothing but burying me in the goddamn ground. Yeah, go ahead and make all of your excuses like I know you immature bastards will.

The outcome won’t change…

But you know what will?

This ‘second fiddle’ crap that’s what will change! Don’t get me wrong, I love my sister to death and everything, but I have my own goals and ambitions too. All of this time being shuttled off to the sidelines all while the powers that be constantly overlooked me for weeks, even months. All this time just sitting there, waiting for a chance to shine, rotting away and resulting in wrestlers that I know I am better than taking advantage of the fact that I rotted and accumulated rust on the sidelines… no wonder my career here was going nowhere. That’s going to change because tonight, Morgan Clark put herself on the map in her own right and this is THE turnaround victory, THE breakout moment that I had desperately needed. Whether you like it or not, whether you want to diminish it or not, you’re about to see more of what I can do. This is only the beginning of MY big breakout in Sin City Underground. Perhaps Omasa is going to come back for me. Maybe she’s going to try and avenge her wounded pride considering I was the last person she expected to knock her out… but if she does, I would GLADLY do it again if it came down to that.

You want to keep underestimating me? You want to keep burying me into the ground? You want to start the “fluke” parade and try to throw slurs like “one hit wonder” at me? Yeah, you’re all so stupid and predictable. I know it’s going to be coming. Mark my words: this was no fluke. I am no one hit wonder. And pardon my language, but all the time you people had to laugh at me as some second fiddle BITCH who wasn’t going to amount to anything more than Cordelia’s shadow have had your laughs. At the end of the day? The one that’s going to have the last laugh when I have success in my own right is ME!

This is just the beginning…

You can count on that!

Morgan bolts out of the scene as happy as she has ever been as the scene fades to black.

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Backstage, SCW Hall of Famer Mercedes Vargas is already suited up ahead of her match tonight as she stands by SCU reporter Marissa Henry. Tellingly, there's a promotional poster of Violent Conduct set upon an easel just behind them.

Marissa: Mercedes, you're opening the show by challenging Amy Santino for the GRIME Championship in your obligated rematch and the first of two matches here tonight. You could potentially walk out a double champion if you’re successful winning the vacant Bombshell Internet Championship by defeating Andrea Hernandez in the finals of the title tournament.

Mercedes: Could is the operative word, Mari. It’s not about if I end up double champion, only a matter of when. So then the question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me? But first things first. There’s some people out there that think I don't deserve a rematch for the GRIME Championship. I know Amy doesn't. She was probably wishing, hoping, and praying her challenger was anybody else because she knows I'm the last person she wants to step in the ring with and she knows I would end her Cinderella reign before she could even step foot in her home state.

Marissa: Aren't you kind of underestimating Amy? She did beat you for the title after all. And given your past history in SCW, she has won the last three matches between you, not to mention you have only beaten her once you in the four singles matches you've had. Two of those three wins were title matches and she already beat you once at Violent Conduct.

Mercedes: Way to hit a sore point, but thank you. And that was getting to my next point. Yes, Amy did end my reign at Supernova. She ended my first reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion and also won the rematch and also beat me at Violent Conduct, but that was then and this is now. If you need more convincing that I deserve a rematch, that's fine.

Mercedes begins counting her fingers to illustrate.

Mercedes: First off, I've already pinned Amy in the tag match we had on Underground a few shows back. Secondly, I beat Celeste North one-on-one with no problem. And the tag match three weeks ago with my girls Delia, Winter, and Tatsu against Amy, Celeste, and Ass N' Class? Only reason why that went to a no contest is because Amy and Celeste didn't want to be embarrassed for another week. And then I beat the current and longest reigning Combat Champion in Merlot Ayano. If there is anyone who should challenge Amy for the title, I can't think of anyone better.

She pauses, brushes a few strands of hair from her face. Despite herself, Mercedes has a coy, almost snobbish expression as she now looks straight into the camera.

Mercedes: Amy, I said I was coming for my rematch and I didn't care if I had to wait two weeks, two months, or two years. You hold the cards in Sin City Underground because you're co-owner, but that's exactly what's wrong. You got your buddy Joshua Acquin a job and now he's GRIME Champion, but that's not the worse of it, even though it should be. You've had it too good for far too long. Maybe this would have been the success you would have had in Sin City Wrestling if I never signed a contract eight years ago. You would probably be having the success I've had in my career.

I know it's been over four years since the day you last won a championship when you were active in SCW, but tonight your run with the GRIME Championship is over, Amelia. But hey, don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened. At least you had a good run to look back on and you still have your pride. And maybe you and Krystal can finally have that match she's been on about since she too will be exposed as a fluke champion like you after Violent Conduct.

Mercedes holds an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.

Mercedes: I can’t wait to ruin Amy’s homecoming debut. It’s going to be a night that will live in her mind forever when I make history as the first ever two-time GRIME Champion at her expense. And after I win the GRIME Championship, maybe I should be co-owner here because I'd do a better job than she ever will.

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Last Women Standing
Celeste North vs Jenifer Lacriox

Celeste makes her way out onto the rampway, but she refuses to go down to the ring.  She waits for Jenifer on the ramp.  After a moment of Jenifer’s music playing, she doesn’t come out.  She does, however, come through the crowd, coming up behind Celeste and hitting a Superwoman Punch to the back of the head.  She drags Celeste down to ringside by the hair and rolls her inside of the ring.  She enters to get the match started.  Celeste only takes 3 seconds to get back to her feet. Jenifer grabs onto Celeste right away and flings her into the ropes.  Celeste ducks a Clothesline, but on the rebound, she catches a hard elbow to the face and goes down.  Jenifer stomps away at her violently in a circle before picking her up and landing a Snap Suplex.  She holds on and lifts Celeste into another Snap Suplex.  She goes for  third, but Celeste knees her in the gut and then clubs her back.  She flings Jenifer into the corner and follows up with a Clothesline.  She throws various punches, kicks, knees, and clubs as she growls.  She goes for a Running Bulldog, but Jenifer flings her forward.  She rushes behind Celeste and hits a Punt Kick to her spine.  She locks on a Standing Rear Choke.  Celeste refuses to give in, and Jenifer begins hammering away at her head, punch after punch.  Celeste claws at Jenifer’s eyes.  She uses the distraction to get up and she begins delivering a series of kicks, grounding Jenifer with a Spin Kick.  Jenifer is down for 5.  Celeste picks Jenifer up and drops her with an Alabama Slam.  6 and Jenifer is back up.  Celeste tries for a Shining Wizard, but Jenifer moves outta the way and drabs onto Celeste’s ankle.  She does an Ankle Lock, and Celeste tries to get to the ropes.  Jenifer isn’t having it as she drops back into an STF hold.  Celeste refuses to give up, but she’s on the verge of tapping.  However, she is able to barely get to the ropes to break it.  Jenifer lifts Celeste up and puts on the Kimura Lock, holding her away from the ropes.  Celeste still refuses to give in, but she passes out.  Jenifer keeps it held on for a few seconds.  She lets go, and Celeste is out on the ground.  Jenifer watches carefully as the referee counts.  Dylan counts to 9, and Celeste holds onto the ropes.  She starts to get up, but Jenifer begins clubbing her.  Celeste moves around, barely able to, but she blocks a club, and does the Homicidal (Right hook to the temple followed by a European Uppercut, polished off with a Running Bulldog).  Jenifer draws the crowd behind her, cheering her on.  Just before 10, Jenifer gets up.  Celeste is already celebrating when Jenifer does the Homicidal in return.  The crowd cheers as the count goes, reaching 10. Jenifer LaCroix wins via knockout.

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Merlot: Is nothing more deplorable in this whole than fakeness.

The picture fades in to reveal the Sin City Underground Combat Champion standing backstage. The look on her face indicates that she’s not too pleased.

Merlot: Is too much to ask to be genuine?

She shakes her head.

Merlot: Mercedes gave super big spiel before match about how she wanted to face the best. But was nothing more than lies. Because when push came to shove, needed to cheat to win. And then had gall to try and praise Merlot afterwards? Had gall to act as if did something amazing?

Miss Ayano shakes her head once again.

Merlot: Merlot can’t respect the fakeness. Never.

A moment passes.

Merlot: Will get comeuppance at a later date. Can promise you that.

She paces for a second.

Merlot: That same fakeness is the reason why Merlot can’t respect Alana either. You don’t like Merlot? Is fine. People have hated Merlot throughout course of career. Am used to it. But what won’t stand for is putting lies on name. What won’t stand for is disrespecting belt and time as champion.

Merlot nods.

Merlot: Don’t worry. Won’t be long now. Will soon understand why Merlot was named wrestler of the year. Will soon understand why Merlot is Combat Champion. Hai.

With that, the picture fades to black.

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Main Event
Underground Championship
Cordelia Clark vs Ariana Angelos Vs Helena Jeckel

Chad: Helena and C ordelia stare each other down. Helena turns to look at Ari who gives Helena a cocky smile. Ari charges at Helena but gets cut off by Cordelia as she grabs Ari’s hair and drops her on her back.

Gena:  Ari arches her back. Helena goes to stomp on her. Cordelia joins in, stomping away at Ari.  The two go to town on her until Helena turns and claws at Cordelia’s eyes.  She whips her into the ropes as Ari gets up to her feet.

Chad: Cordelia jumps and hits a dropkick on Ari. Helena gets to her feet and grabs Cordelia from behind, Helena turns her around and sends her to the ropes. Cordelia bounces off the ropes and heads back as Ari does a kip up, Helena goes for a clothesline but Cordelia ducks underneath but eats a savage kick from Ari Angelos!

Gena:  Helena and Ari start trading forearms to the side of the head as Cordelia lays on the mat. Ari takes a step back and points at Cordelia as she grabs the ropes to get to her feet. Helena kicks Cordelia which sends her to the corner.

Chad: Helena and Ari start to lay boots to Cordelia. Cordelia drops in a sitting up position. Helena gets Cordelia back to her feet, Ari nails Cordelia with a hard chop to her chest, followed by a hard chop from Helena.

Gena:  Ari hits a headbutt to Cordelia, Helena follows that with a low Hip Attack, smashing Cordelia’s head into the turnbuckle!

Chad: Ari lets out a whistle to get Helena’s attention. Ari smirks as Helena licks at her bottom lip menacingly. The two circle around the ring. Helena rubs her hands together as Ari goads her along.

Chad: Ari takes a step as Helena lunges for her. Ari ducks and gets behind Helena. Ari does a Matrix Evasion as Helena swings an elbow back at her. Now facing forward, Ari grabs Helena around the waist and hits a Northern Lights Suplex pin.

One!
Two!

Gena:  Cordelia comes in for the save, breaking up the pin. She pulls Ari off of the mat and sends her into the ropes. As Ari comes back, Cordelia leans down, only to get kicked in the face.

Chad: Helena grabs Ari from behind and drops her with a backdrop. Helena covers Ari and hooks the leg!

One…
Tw…

Gena:  Ari kicks out. Helena gets to her feet but eats a bulldog by Cordelia. Ari gets to her feet but gets kicked in the gut by Cordelia then dropped on her head with a snap DDT!

Chad: Cordelia turns around to kick Helena to keep her down then hits Ari with an elbow drop. Cordelia covers Ari for a one count. She crawls over to Helena which also gets Cordelia a one count.

Gena:  Ari gets to her feet, Cordelia does the same and charges at Ari. Ari grabs Cordelia by the head and throws her over the top ropes. Cordelia goes flying, hitting the barricade with her shoulder and back as she lands on her head.

Chad: Helena whistles at Ari like Ari had done to her earlier in the match. Ari turns to look at Helena. Helena charges at Ari, Ari grabs Helena’s arms as Ari drops to the mat and gets her right foot up as she perfectly times a monkey flip that sends Helena over the top ropes and lands on Cordelia.

Gena:  Cordelia pushes Helena off of her with her feet as Cordelia tries to roll to her back. Helena gets on all fours, she moves her left foot to the side to kick Cordelia in the ribs. Helena gets to her feet. Helena goes to grab the ropes as Cordelia leg sweeps Helena which drops her back to the floor.

Chad:  Helena tries to get up, but Ari gets to her feet and hits a Shining Wizard on Helena.  However, Cordelia rushes at her, nailing the Heartbreaker (Spinning double knee right into the chest).  She goes for the cover!

One!
Two!

Gena:  Helena tries to get to the pin to break it up, but NO!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Darlyn:  Here is your winner and STILL SCU Underground Champion… Cordelia Clark!

Cordelia celebrates heavily inside of the ring, walking around and flaunting the title as “Sucker” plays over the speakers.  After a few moments, Cordelia is starting to celebrate her way to the back when “Sex Metal Barbie” starts playing.  The crowd boos and as Celeste comes out, passing Cordelia.  She looks at her on the way, and gives a respectful nod.  Cordelia rolls her eyes and continues celebrating on her way to the back.  Celeste gets inside the ring once it is cleared, with microphone in hand.  However, she seems to be waiting as the show comes to a close.

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Tune in to the Sin City Network to watch SCW Presents… Violent Conduct VII! https://www.scwrestling.net/events/ppvresults.php

Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre, University Endowment Lands, British Columbia, Canada.

Sin City Underground Ep 105 comes to you taped in front of a sold out crowd at the Doug Mitchell Thunderbird Sports Centre, University Endowment Lands, British Columbia, Canada. This episode will air on WGN and the Sin City Network at 11:55pm PST on September 4th, 2021

Friendly reminder, SCW General Manager Brooke Saxon made note of some strict rules to ensure the safety of fans, staff and the wrestlers alike;

1- Each ticket purchased will come with a safety bag. (A safety bag includes a company logo face Mask, one .5 oz bottle of hand sanitizer, and a pair of XL gloves. Masks must be worn in all areas of the building.

2- Tickets to all shows going forward will only be sold at the SCW shop and only available to the local residents in which the show is being held.

3- Tickets will be sold no earlier than 48 hours before the show. (For SCW, look at it as the promo deadline is when tickets go on sale for that show and SCU shows.)

4- Everyone entering the building will get screened to read their temperature.

5- All food sold going forward will be already wrapped. All drinks will now be sold only in cans or bottles. No fountain type drinks.

6- Food can only be consumed in the designated areas in which masks can be taken off temporarily. All merch bought at the event will be done by credit cards, the shops will no longer take cash.

Anyone not abiding by these rules will be removed and barred from all future SCW/SCU shows.



SCU brings its Canadian fans one hell of a card. The go home show before SCW Violent Conduct VII. Nine matches in total with two titles matches, one being hometown girl Winter Elemental. Plus a 3 on 3 match between fan favorites, OTE and hometown heroes, Team Canada! Plus we get one step closer to the winner of the Angel Kash Memorial tournament.

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Opening Match
Chelsea LeClair vs Chanelle Martinez

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Semi Final Round
Omasa Tazu vs Helena Jeckel

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Semi Final Round
Ariana Angelos vs Cordelia Clark

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Krystal Wolfe & HB Carter vs Angel of Filth & Skag

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Kelli Torres & Mz Hollywood vs Andrey and Esther Azarov

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GRIME Tag Team Championship TLC Match
2 Broke Chicks vs Kawaii Dragons

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Mercedes Vargas vs Merlot Ayano

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OTE vs Team Canada

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Main Event
GRIME Championship
Father Gerald vs Joshua Acquin