SCU Underground Ep. 69
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Sin City Underground Ep 69 comes to you taped in front of a limited live audience of 25% capacity, wearing face masks and social distancing between groups, at the Cox Pavilion in Las Vegas, NV. This episode will air on WGN and the Sin City Network at 11:59pm PST on Sunday, August 23rd, 2020.
The camera opens up to the ring where SCU Underground Champion, O’Malley, is currently standing in the middle of the ring, behind a table with two chairs set up. Darcy is standing behind him in the corner, holding his SCW Roulette championship. O’Malley has the Underground Championship over his left shoulder and a microphone in his right hand. He glances down at the table where a clipboard and a contract is seen. He looks up into the camera, all fired up.
O'Malley: It’s not very often we see all this take place, is it? Match contracts are normally signed backstage behind closed doors, and I think ye all can fathom just why that is. All of this pomp and circumstance just to sign me name on a sheet of paper? He shrugs as those in attendance give off a mixed reaction. Darcy just rolls her eyes at all the hatred as she focuses on her man.
O'Malley: But who am I to say no to what yer beloved Ben Jordan? I mean, if I did, I’d get all sorts of hell over it. So, Benny Boy gets what he wants. He wants to make this official? Let’s do it then. I’m a man of me word, and my challenge should have been enough, but if Ben wants to be in the spotlight and soak up all the attention like he does, who am I to deny him? O’Malley turns his attention towards the backstage, glaring towards the curtain.
O'Malley: So, Saint Ben Jordan. I know yer waitin’ back there. Let’s not waste anymore time and sign this contract, shall we? Bring yer arse out here, and let’s get this done face to face. I’m waitin’, Benny Boy! O’Malley lowers the microphone and takes a step back, holding his arms out.
The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.
The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst in to cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman
He stands outside the ring, looking up at ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and in to the ring through the middle and top rope and spins in to the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, looking at his foe.
Ben: Proper glad you told me to come out now cause I'm pretty sure those lot were getting bored of ya prattling on. Ben smiles as O'Malley turns his head away.
Ben: Doesn't take a genius to work out why I wanted to do this in public, but if it's gone over your mongy nut, I will explain, just for you. Now everyone in this arena, everyone watching this at home have a pretty decent handle on who you are, they've watched you go full pelt wiesel in the last few months. That thing right there. Ben points to the Underground championship.
Ben: They know as well as I do, that you should never have had that belt. Ben looks around as the crowd cheer.
Ben: See? They know it, I know it and you know it. They ain't as stupid as you look and you look pretty bloody stupid. They know that if you never used that weapon of yours, you'd have never had that thing and I woulda been running between SCW and here as the top bloke in both. So, because of the fact that everyone knows you're as slippery as an eel. I had to do this public, I had to bring you out here to put your John Handcock on that paper because I can sit here with all these people as my witnesses to stop you from coming up with a silly excuse to break the deal. I got a ton of people who saw what's about to go down. Ben points around the crowd.
Ben: Cause everyone here knows you'll try. O'Malley shakes his head in disagreement but Ben reaches for the pen and signs his name on the contract before throwing the pen toward O'Malley.
Ben: In ya own time mate. O’Malley smirks and he grabs the pen, but doesn’t sign his name right away. He looks down at the contract then up at Ben.
O'Malley: If I wanted to break the deal, Benny Boy, I wouldn’t have wasted me time comin’ out here with this mess like ye wanted so bad. The fact is, as anxious as ye are to get yer payback on me and try and take this back.. O’Malley raises the Underground Championship.
O'Malley: I’m just as anxious to beat the shite outta ye, and prove that Saint Ben is losin’ his touch. I mean, ye already lost the SCW World Heavyweight title. Yer fadin’, Ben. Yer time is up, and ye don’t have what it takes to lead SCW anymore, much less SCU. So if yer ready to get embarrassed yet again. O’Malley looks down at the contract and puts the pen to the paper, signing his name quickly.
O'Malley: I’d be happy to oblige, fella. O’Malley shoves the contract away. But before he goes to leave, he says one more thing.
O'Malley: Oh and as an added bonus to ye, I’ll make ye another deal. Just to further prove me point. During this match? Darcy won’t be at ringside. She’ll be watchin’ from backstage, just so none of ye can say I had any help beatin’ ye. Darcy doesn’t seem too thrilled to hear that, and she is about to follow him out of the ring. As O'Malley turns to leave the ring, Ben raises his hand.
Ben: Before you toddle off for the night. O'Malley turns around and looks at Ben.
Ben: As me and everyone here agreed on earlier, you are a bit of a sneaky bugger, so I'm gonna give you a heads up on something. I know you like to play with weapons, so I'm gonna give you an advanced warning that if I see your little stick around I'll be bringing a weapon of my own. Wanna see it? O'Malley rolls his eyes but nods and Ben reaches in to his back pocket and pulls out...
O'Malley: It's a fecking newspaper. Ben: Well aren't you an observant little fella? You are right, it's a newspaper. O'Malley: You're gonna attack me with a newspaper? O'Malley smirks at Ben but Ben fires back a smile.
Ben: In some form, yes. O'Malley: Whatcha gonna do? Give me papercuts. Ben: Nah, I'm gonna knock your block off. Now you'll see there's nothing here but paper, right? O'Malley looks at it and shrugs his shoulders as Ben puts the microphone down and lays the paper, open in the middle, on the table. He starts to fold the paper one way, then the next in two inch long strips as O'Malley mock yawns. Ben holds the paper up in the air.
O'Malley: Are you done with your arts and crafts project now? Ben shrugs and folds the newspaper in half, holding it in one hand. He uses the other to lift the mic again.
Ben: Now this is what is known as a Millwall brick. O'Malley: It's a rolled up newspaper. Ben: Yes, but when you fold something, even paper, over and over, it creates a solid end. Ben lifts the folded up paper and slams it down on the wood table, sending a huge crack down the middle, the legs buckling. Ben moves closer to O'Malley as O'Malley's eyes widen.
Ben: I see your weapon, I'm gonna shove this so far up your jacksy, people are gonna be able to read the headlines on your tongue for a month. O’Malley’s nostrils flare as he and Ben engage in a heated staredown. O’Malley is clearly considering attacking Ben, but Darcy takes his hand and pulls him away. Ben taps the Millwall brick on the table and smiles as Darcy and O’Malley exit the ring, walking backwards up the ramp. Ben’s music hits again as he holds up the Millwall Brick and the fans cheer, sending a clear message to the Underground Champ.
The scene opens backstage at Underground where we see the three members of Squad Go, Ariana Angelos, Krystal Wolfe and HBCarter, hanging around, well more specifically Ari and Carter are hanging around whilst Krystal paces back and forth.
Krystal: We should’ve seen that coming. Ariana: Seen what coming? Krystal looks up at her fellow Go Gym Graduate and shakes her head.
Krystal: Really? I knew you were ditzy Ari, but you couldn’t have forgotten about last week’s purge already! HBCarter: Hey! No need to be rude Smurfette! Krystal shakes her head before sitting down on a nearby crate.
Krystal: Your right, I’m sorry, besides that, I don’t know about the rest of you, but I say it’s time we turned the tables on GRIME! Ariana: You mean we ambush them before they get the chance to do it themselves? Krystal: Exactly! Once we get one of those idiots alone, we’ll send a clear message to Tad! HBCarter: Maybe we should focus on my title match tonight? Krystal: Don’t worry about that Carter, me and Ari will be there to send any GRIME members packing and whilst those idiots continue to stink up the joint, we’ll be waiting to ambush them! Ariana: Damn right! HBCarter: And if I can end the night as TV Champ it’ll be that much sweeter! The three Go Gym graduates continue to talk as the scene fades.
Melissa Ruin vs Michi
The SCUTron turns on. We see the Sun Devils football field with the drummers of the school's marching band in the middle of the field making the letters ASU for Arizona State University. The drums goes off twice, with a second pause before going off again twice repeating this process 3 times before the other drums come in. This happens twice before the group starts breaking formation.
The bugle team march onto the field as they begin to play…
ASU Marching band plays their version of Public Service Announcement II by Jay Z.
The Drummers move around as they form the letters SCU. The Bugle team marches in place below the letters making 6 rows underneath. The group breaks up and marches around the field for a bit as they start to slowly make out the name Melissa Ruin…
Darlyn: On the way to the ring she is a two time all American in Lacrosse and Basketball from Arizona State… Melissa Ruin!!! Melissa walks her way to ringside hyping herself up before sliding into the ring as she waits for Michi to come out.
Dying To Be Me by Remy Ma starts to play. Michi comes out wearing her OTE warm up robe, MMA shoes, and fighting gloves. She bounces to the beat as the song starts to come in.
Darlyn: On the way to the ring, from Rio Grande do Sul, Brazil… Michelle DeJesus!!!! Michi starts making her way to the ring. She keeps bouncing toward the ring the whole time. Once at ringside she slides in the ring and takes off her robe. She is seen wearing her all black OTE MMA top and shorts. She bounces around as she waits for the match to begin.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chad: Melissa is quick to run across the ring to tie up with Michi, but Michi turns it into an Arm Bar and takes Melissa down to the mat. Gena: Melissa tries to get out of it, but Michi just isn’t your typical wrestler. She’s flexing that Combat style a little bit here. Chad: Melissa is able to get her foot on the ropes to break up the hold. Michi lets go immediately. She lifts Melissa up, but Melissa charges her into the corner. Gena: Melissa hits a high kick, and then a couple alternating knees to the gut. She then steps back and nails a Monkey Flip to Michi, getting an Arm Bar of her own. Chad: Michi twists, trying to get out of it, but Melissa shows her own Combat skills. She twists with Michi until Michi gets her free arm on the ropes. Gena: Melissa lets go and stands up. Her and Michi nod in respect to one another as they take fighting stances. Circling for a moment, they tie up. Chad: Melissa tries to push Michi into the ropes, but Michi reverses it and spins Melissa around against them. Gena: The ref calls for a break, and both women raise their hands innocently. Melissa goes for a punch, but Michi blocks it and hits a Leg Sweep to Melissa. Chad: She has Melissa in a Figure Four Toehold, and Melissa is shocked at how much it hurts. She reaches for the ropes, but Michi twists her away from them. Gena: Melissa twists back and grabs the ropes, breaking the hold. As they get up, Michi comes out of nowhere with a Knockout Punch! She covers! One!
Two!
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: Here is your winner… Michelle “Michi” DeJesus!!! “Dying To Be Me” plays over the speakers as Michi stands up, her arm raised by the referee. She spits out her mouthguard into her other hand, and looks around.
We see Mrs. Right in the gym, she is seated on a weightlifting bench, wearing short black shorts and a black tank top that has the letters OTE across the chest. In each hand she has a 40 pound metal dumbbell and is doing bicep curls in an alternating fashion as the camera comes closer.
Mrs Right: The number one question I have been getting is why? Why would I leave GRIME? The answer is a simple one. I am destined to achieve great things in this company. I’m not just some henchman meant to be nothing more than background decoration. I have a following, I have great fans that cheer me on and have high expectations and I owe them for their belief in me. Sure I could have just reverted to team SCU, but let’s face it. The problems they have they brought on themselves. So I talked to Eyensane, I met with everybody and I became apart of the greatest thing to hit SCU and that is Over the Edge. Say what you will and believe what you want, ours is a stable that will transcend a brand war. There will be fights and we will fight anybody on either side any time and anyplace and we will be taking the lion share of victories. She pauses her speech as she curls the weights in her hands, first with the left than the right and she repeats that pattern three more times….
Mrs Right: Kaos and I will be taking steps toward tag team gold. Titles that we will capture and bring home to Over the Edge.This journey will start with Donovan and Bentley. They stand first in line for us to show the world our skills and strength. They are the first obstacle that we will tear down and break through. We are going to show all of our great fans out there some of the most exciting tag team wrestling they have seen in a long time, fight after fight and we are not going to stop. Not even once we become the champions, and make no mistake about it. Our becoming champions is just a matter of when and not if. We believe in the hard work and dedication it takes to not only become champions but to stay champions. Tonight will be an example of our hard work paying off when we get in that ring and put down the other team. I would wish them good luck, but it won’t help. She resumes lighting weights as the camera focuses on her for a moment before fading to black…
Eyesnsane is pacing back and forth in the backstage area as the camera comes closer to him. He looks at the camera and looks away as he continues to pace, then he stops, raising his right hand and taking a step toward the camera, then he turns his back to the camera putting his hand down…..
Eyesnsane: Something has to be said. I have to be the one to say it. I’ve heard them say time heals old wounds. See I don’t know about that, but what I do know about is debt.Eyesnsane turns around and faces the camera.
Eyesnsane: Heavy, heavy debit. There is a man who has an unpaid debt. There is a man who must pay what he owes. As I look around, time and opportunity has uniquely placed me in a position to collect a debt that Stewart Mason owes. This is not about letters across the chest, this is not about Over the Edge versus GRIME and SCU. No, no, no… Eyesnsane waves his finger in the camera as he moves even closer to it as his voice gets deeper.
Eyesnsane: Stewart Mason, you know what you did. I know what you did. Things like that you don’t forget. All this time has gone by, and I know you thought you got away with it. You thought it was done and over. I’m here to tell you bruh. It ain’t over, not by a long shot. No sir your debt has been collecting interest. I’m going to collect and you will pay in full. There’s no more ducking, there’s no more hiding. Call me the piper, cause its time for you to pay. Eyesnsane turns his back to the camera….
Eyesnsane: Stewart Mason, I’m gonna get you, You are gonna pay what you owe and you are going to learn, nobody gets away free and clear. That’s it, that’s all!!!
theFAME vs OTE (Mrs. Right and Kaos)
Darlyn: The following contest is a Tag Team Match! Iiiiiiintroducing first… Standing at 6’1”..weighing in at 239lbs, The American Nightmare, KAOS !!! The arena lights dim low and neon red lights appear at the bottom of the titan tron as the fast electric piano beat kicks into "ISIS" and red lasers are shot across the arena as if there were people aiming at you. As the song progresses , the beat reaches a high peak the lights under the titan tron turn off and the baseline kicks in, the lights turn back on revealing “KAOS” standing, with a look of fearless vengeance, at the top of the aisle. Confusion and defensive questions from the crowd, he begins to make his way to ringside walking in a disciplined stride, takes a pause and looks around then proceeds to walk up the stairs into the Ring.
Darlyn: Aaaaand his partner, representing Over the Edge, from Killeen, TX standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 155lb, she is… Mrs. Right!!! The lights get lowered and there seems to be a purple hue as the music plays. After a few moments Mrs. Wright comes out from backstage stopping for a moment waving to the left and to the right. Then she slowly walks to the ring and then up the steel steps. After she enters the ring, the walks to the center of the ring and turns, taking a moment to pause as she faces each side of the ring. Before cutting a stare at the ring announcer as she walks to a corner. And backs herself in while waiting for the action to start.
The lights in the arena dim, as the crowd grows silent with anticipation. Suddenly, the synth heavy sounds of “Viol” by Gesaffelstein fill the arena, the crowds silence quickly turns into jeers. Suddenly, a single, large spotlight shines onto the entrance way. With the crowd still heavily booing, “The Stand Out” Donovan Rayne and “The 1NFAMOUS” Bentley Black emerge onto the entrance way.
Both men, dawning matching leather jackets stand with smirks on their faces. With the crowd steadily raining down jeers on the men, they make an about face, turning their backs to the crowd. Then, the third and final member of the FAME, “the Provocateur” Delta Rayne steps out from behind the curtain. Delta, who finds herself standing in between her the two men, places her hands onto her vivacious hips. After a moment, the spotlight fades out to more vibrant strobe lighting. The lighting, reminiscent of what you’d see at a fashion show, begins to fill the arena. Then, as flashbulbs begin to fill the space, Donovan and Bentley both turn back to face the fans. As they both throw their arms into the air, the crowd’s intensity picks up.
Darlyn: Aaaaand their opponents… the team of Donovan Rayne and Bentley Black, they are accompanied to the ring by Delta Rayne… theFAME!!! After a moment of mouthing insults towards the fans, the men both throw their arms back down. Then, linked arm and arm with Delta, the three members of the FAME make their way down to the ringside area. Largely ignoring the fans on their way down, the three individuals walk with purpose, not losing focus on the ring. Reaching the ringside area, the three stop walking. Delta then lets go of her brother and best-friend’s arms, as they walk in front of her. The two men then ascend onto the ring apron. Both men face with their backs towards the ring, as Delta approaches the ring apron. Looking up at her two clients, she smiles before backing away slightly. Donovan and Bentley then quickly enter the ring.
Walking over to the stairs, “The Provocateur” walks up them, and quickly walks to the center of the ring apron. Turning her back towards the ring, she places her arms onto the top rope. Placing her foot onto the bottom rope, she pushes backwards, flipping herself over the top rope, landing into the ring. Facing the hard-camera side of the arena, Donovan and Bentley climb onto the middle turnbuckle on opposite sides of the ring. Standing in the center, Delta points to both of her clients, who then remove their leather jackets and jump down from the turnbuckle after taunting towards the crowd for a moment. As the two men walk towards the center of the ring, they hand their jackets over to Delta. Then, once again turning their backs to the camera, both men pose with their backs towards the camera. Suddenly, the camera does a panning zoom of both mens trunks to read “The Stand Out” and “1NFAMOUS” respectively.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: Kaos and Bentley start the match off, meeting in the middle of the ring. Donovan and Mrs. Right look on as the other two circle each other. Chad: They tie up, and Kaos surprises Bentley with his strength. He instantly does a Snap Suplex to Bentley. He lifts Bentley up and goes for another, but Bentley slides down his back. Gena: Bentley comes back with a Bulldog to Kaos and then rolls him over for the cover. One!
Kickout!
Gena: Barely a “One!” from the referee. Bentley picks Kaos up and sends him to the ropes, looking for a Drop Toe Hold, but Kaos grabs him by the back of the head and tosses him to the mat. Chad: Kaos drags Bentley toward their corner and tags in Mrs. Right. Donovan is quickly inside and begins hammering away at the back of Kaos to prevent a double team. Gena: Kaos stumbles into the corner and Donovan begins punching him wildly. Kaos shoves Donovan to the ground and gets ready to pummel him when the ref stops him. Chad: The ref gains control of the match as Mrs Right lifts Bentley up high into a Military Press Slam to the outside of the ring! She follows after him. Gena: She picks Bentley up, but he blinds her with a slap of powder to the eye. She tries to rub her eyes clean, but Bentley kicks her in the gut, twice. 1!
2!
3!
Chad: Bentley drops her down with a DDT to the ground! He begins stomping the back of her head, even as she pushes herself up. 4!
5!
6!
Gena: Bentley is about to roll back inside of the ring, but Kaos does a Dropkick to the face, sending him back down to the outside. Kaos gets his hands dirty as he and Bentley trade punches. 7!
8!
9!
Chad: Mrs. Right is about to roll inside of the ring, but Delta yells, and Donovan is barely able to grab onto her leg to slow her down just enough for the… 10!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: This match has been deemed a Double Countout!!! Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!
Kaos and Mrs. Right are none too happy about this, and especially when Bentley and Donovan clobber them from behind. This turns the crowd’s booing around when Kaos and Right turn back around and they go to blows. Taking advantage of the lack of security, they continue to brawl all the way around the ring. Eventually, the four referees of SCU are able to pull them apart and send theFAME and Over The Edge on their separate journeys backstage.
We find our way backstage to spot Valentina walking down the hallway. One of the stagehands sprays her with a bottle of perfume as she walks by. She then ruffles her signature ponytail and winks at the camera. She is dressed in a white tank top and a pink ruffled skirt with thigh high pink and white socks. She spins around as someone fixes the slightest mistake in her makeup. When she turns back, she is suddenly faced with Dev Khatri, backstage interviewer. He smiled as she looks shocked.
Valentina: Where did you come from? Dev chuckles.
Dev: Just around the corner. We were hoping to get a word with you last week, but you seemed very good at dodging the cameras except when you were talking with Delia Darling. Val shrugs her shoulders.
Valentina: I simply had nothing to say last week. Nothing worth my time was taking place. And I didn't exactly have the best showing at Supernova 3 in the Mayhem Survival 4 match, so… Val sighs, obviously taking a blow to her ego, self induced. She flashes a smile, but it's clearly more forced than usual.
Dev: Actually, I'm glad you brought up Supernova 3, and the Mayhem Survival match. You may not have won, but you took part in one of the highlight moments of the match. Valentina: Surprised? I wasn't. I know Mark is a great guy, and I took a lot of shit for eliminating him. Fire Dragons could still be a thing. I probably wouldn't say "no" to it. But in the Mayhem Survival, you aren't bound by teams and loyalties. Come on. Mark would have done the same thing to me, and I couldn't be mad about it. I couldn't. An elimination is an elimination. Dev finds a way to politely pause Valentina for a second as he interjects.
Dev: You say that about the sneaky elimination that you got, but when it came to Alexis Staggs, it was a totally different… Val glares at Dev for a moment, enough to cut him off. She seems shocked and appalled that he would even bring this up. After a scoff, she turns her entire body to him.
Valentina: You have the nerve to bring up Alexis like that? After what she did to me? And you want to compare it to what I did to Mark Cross? How dare you! There is no comparison! What I did was completely within the rules of the match! Dev can't help himself.
Dev: And technically, so was Alexis move. You were deemed eliminated by the match rules. Valentina: I was eliminated on a technicality because my feet touched the floor. What Alexis did was not only illegal, but it was cheap. She was already eliminated, and she was just jealous that I outsmarted her. Plain and simple. And then the audience had the audacity to cheer for her? What the hell was that about? Val says this with venom on her tongue as she continues glaring at Dev for a long moment. When he opens his mouth to respond, Val chooses then to cut him off.
Valentina: Don't answer that. I don't want you to burst a blood vessel trying to cook up some valid lie to justify how fair weather these fans are. I don't need it. I deserve more respect than that. Dev: No offense, but what have you done lately to deserve it? Val balls her hands up and she growls. But after a deep breath to calm herself, she is able to smile sweetly at him. It is a sickeningly sweet smile.
Valentina: What have I done? I've showed up every week to work. I was one of the first people to step up to GRIME and get injured and put out for 6 weeks. I never bitched. I never moaned. And that alone is more than Alexis can say. Now, if you are done insulting me? Dev: I'm not trying to insult you. I'm just trying to get to the bottom of this thing with Alexis. Val picks up a nearby bottle of water and she opens it. She immediately splashes the water in Dev's face.
Val. Dios mío, eres tan tonto. ¡Estúpido! ¡Y eres irrespetuoso, y no tengo que quedarme aquí y tomar esto de una hormiga pequeña e insignificante! (My god, you are so dense. Stupid! And you are disrespectful, and I do not have to stand here and take this from a small, insignificant ant!) You are nothing, and yet you want to talk about all of the things that I have and have not done? Who do you think you are? Because from where I stand, you are as insignificant as they come! As a matter of fact? I refuse to ever be interviewed by the least favorite member of the interview team.
Val turns away from Dev and looks around, faking frantic movements.
Valentina: Hello? Marissa Henry? I am willing to give you an exclusive! Dev Khatri is a low life, insulting, pile of trash who doesn't even deserve to lick masked member Yellow's boots, let alone interview me! Soon enough the sound of loud clacking heels can be heard as coming into the view is none other than the Trillion Dollar Princess Angel Kash. Who has her Television title resting neatly on her shoulder dressed in a black dress, gold high heel pumps, and a gold chanel handbag, along a gold tiara. The Princess looks down at Dev with a snobby look as she says.
Angel: My, my isn’t this a site a lowlife little nobody bothering one of the stars. One of the NLW originals around here on top of that. I mean you really don’t know what you are doing do you? Angel says with a sarcastic bitchy look on her face as she eyes her title.
Angel: The fact they would put you on television without training is sickening but what else can I expect from this company. I mean it’s very clear to me you don’t belong on television and I don’t want the children watching to be scared for their life looking at you. So go buh bye now! Angel gives a bitchy wave as Dev leaves before she turns her attention to Valentina despite the history between the two. Angel has a bright smile on her face, as she flicks her long blonde hair out of her face before speaking.
Angel: I am sorry you had to deal with that but this is SCU after all. The help here is pretty poorly trained if you ask me. But, trash like that doesn’t belong on television but I can answer a question you posed about the fans? They don’t care about you. After all they don’t know what it's like to be successful it's why they hate me. And you are bound to get the same kind of thing you use your brain and eliminate insignificant Alexis and Mark? Angel said with a huge smirk let out a chuckle.
Angel: And they have as many brain cells as they do class none at all. And aren’t worth your time, something I've been trying to tell you for a while. So I wouldn’t worry about what they think if anything I’d start doing things your way if I was you. Because, it does work just you got cheated by a jealous loser in that match. Val stares at Angel, clearly unsure of the motive behind her mostly kind words. She sighs.
Valentina: Can we cut the bullshit here, Kash? What do you want? It's not like you to just come around here being all friendly to anyone unless you want something. Angel says in her normal tone.
Angel: Perceptive but no not tonight you see I have a big television title match tonight one where I will walk out the winner. But enough about that for now. I mean what I want is what you want our goals are pretty close. That is respect because clearly trash around here doesn’t respect us and its disgusting. Angel says with a smirk keeping her hands on her hips.
Angel: I mean when is the last time they even gave you the nod for a fair title shot? Its disgusting how they treat you and worse you were letting them. Now, you see what I been telling you this whole time, haven't you? Val snubs her nose at the thought, but then suddenly she starts to see what Angel is saying has some validity to it.
Valentina: This is a fair point. I got a shot at Celeste that got ruined by Shooter Reed. Then I got a shot in a 6 person match where I got screwed. I've been around since near the beginning of NLW, and yet, the most respect I got was when you and I faced off a number of times. Since then, I was an afterthought, even when teaming with Mark Cross. I was just a pretty face after that… Val really starts to think on this. It's clear that she is buying into what Angel is saying, even when she's trying not to.
Valentina: Nobody respects me anymore. So why are you even giving me the time of day? Is it because now you're all alone? Angel rolls her eyes despite that she still has a smirk on her face.
Angel: Well its clear even alone I still get my way. I mean Melissa Ruin can’t even keep her emotions in check long enough to even think of beating me and Chanel? She has fallen far its clear that without me their careers are going downhill. And because I am not a brain dead peasant like the rest of the roster duh! Val nods her head, but it's clear she doesn't trust Angel.
Valentina: Melissa fell into the crowd of girls who think being less pretty makes you more tough. She was always weak, just like her sisters. Chanelle was the muscle, but she was hot headed and eventually realized muscle isn't the only thing needed in wrestling. Recruiting two losers never helped you get anywhere, sis. Val takes the time to smirk now. She even offers a laugh.
Valentina: If only things had turned out differently. If I had taken that buyout over two years ago, then you might have had an actual ally instead of lackies who weren't worth carrying your bags. But, you can't change the past. Angel nodded her head, smirking.
Angel: True they had their uses but they were weak when it came time to it. And yes how you wanted to show everyone your guts and what not I mean its was cute. But, your right you can’t change the past but that doesn’t mean we can’t get along now? I mean lets be honest Melissa Ruin Angel of Filth don’t deserve title matches let alone with me. And you didn’t deserve to get screwed out of your match. We have the same issues. Rather you see it or not jealousy. They are jealous of us for a variety of reasons so they try to hold us back. Angel said her smirk growing bigger.
Angel: In favor of people like Ruin she thought she was such a big deal she could just leave my side and look what happened to her? And she will never see this title again. Val looks at the title Angel is showing off. A bit of a hunger shows through, but she stops herself and looks back to Angel.
Valentina: The fact that she's held it at all means that you have a lot of work to do to make that title mean something again. And you have a lot of hungry bitches running around backstage who want to make sure you don't keep that belt for very long. You really need to watch your back, honey. Val goes as far as to lean over Angel and looks over her back. She smirks arrogantly as she looks back down at the title on her shoulder.
Valentina: We have history. But the fact of the matter is that history proves that when I'm around you, titles stay on your shoulder. So I need to either repeat or rewrite that history. It's just a matter if deciding which to do… Angel: Oh trust me if you know anything about me is that by the end of things I always get my way. I mean just me holding this belt has put it back on the map, I mean I put the NWL and Underground title on the map as well. So the peasants can try but they will fall one by one just like they always do. Angel said with a huge smirk, as she said.
Angel: I mean you can make your choice I mean our matches always do draw but will management ever let you get close to any title? It's clear they have something against you. They do me as well but I have my ways. Val narrows her eyes, listening to Angel continue to pay herself on the back. She shakes her head and gives Angel a quick nod.
Valentina: Yeah, well good luck with that. I might take your advice and stop listening to what the fans want. I might start doing things for myself since earning things isn't how SCU works anymore. But the truth is that… You're right. And when somebody opens my eyes to something, I can't help but shake their hand as a thank you of sorts. Val extends her hand to Angel to see if she will even accept her sign of good faith. Angel smirks widley before shaking the hand of Valentina.
Angel: You’re welcome and SCU has never worked that way darling. But if you want to know more we can continue this out of the ear shot of the peasantry? Val thinks about it for a second. She looks around to make sure there is no funny business going on.
Valentina: So long as Melissa and Chanelle don't come jumping out of the shadows and scream "Gotcha" at me and try to beat my ass again, then I think I could manage to talk some things over. Angel lets out a chuckle before saying.
Angel: Don’t worry those two are in the gutter where they belong. Val smirks and then brushes her hair over her shoulder.
Valentina: Then it seems like we have a lot to talk about. Maybe even start a showing of new found respect. Val and Angel walk off as the camera tries to follow them. However, two men get in the way to stop us from following them and they disappear from our view.
Somewhere in an undisclosed location.
The Jeckels are inside an old worn down wrestling ring, Jack and Jake are beating the living hell out of a bunch of wrestlers, Raisa and Helena yell at them to hurt the wrestlers, with absolute malice they do just that, leaving the wrestler beaten and broken are doctors check on them the Jeckel brother step out of the ring.
Jack: We have grown tired of the same endeavors over and over again, we have grown tired of inferior talent, who are not worthy of our time. Jake: What you just saw was a demonstration of what to come for Sea Green and Yellow and every team Grime or SCU send afterward, no mercy no remorse for any opponent until we receive more adequate foes, they have grown tired, and they are angry, so unfortunately for Sea Green and Yellow we must end your wrestling career, they have asked for it. Jack: And it shall be done.
The broadcast fades to a pre-recorded vignette where Cordelia Clark is hanging out in her living room watching some of the events that unfolded last week, particularly when her match suddenly changed. Watching the moment that the match changed annoys her quite a bit, and understandably so considering that she was prepared for one match, but ended up with another. But when the replay of her win over Valentina appears on the screen, she seems to take it in stride some more as she shuts off the television, expresses a confident smirk and begins to express her thoughts.
Cordelia: Am I unbelievable? Or am I unbelievable? Before I praise my own greatness, I have a question for SCU. What in god’s name was THAT? I was so prepared for one match. I was really prepared to give Winter Elemental… also known as… the idiot with the worst wrestling name on the entire planet… the beating she deserved for the rumored nonsense that she was spewing about me. And then… out of the blue… I’m NOT wrestling her because… “reasons”? I don’t know. Whoever runs this company seriously needs to get their house in order because that was a whole lot of… “manure”... I’m sorry, I’m not like you ‘little people’... I’m actually far too classy and such a role model for my generation that I don’t speak such vile language. I was at a total disadvantage when I faced Valentina because I wasn’t prepared for her.
She was at least somewhat prepared for me considering the circumstances… so my precious undefeated streak was hanging in the balance!
You can put ANY wrestler in the situation that I was in… and they’d be so disoriented they wouldn’t know what in the world to do. It’s a curveball! It’s one of those things that really trips up any wrestler and since they’re at a disadvantage, most wrestlers in my shoes would have frozen up, completely bombed, and lost that match. They would’ve crumbled in the face of unjust, unfair adversity that was suddenly thrown on them against their will and they would’ve complained on social media like the whining little… ‘female dogs’... that they are because oh my lord… let’s put ALL of our lives out there on something as meaningless as TWITTER right?
But… I’m not just ANY ‘typical wrestler’.
I’m CORDELIA CLARK…
I’m BEYOND your ‘average’ nonsense!
It only takes a gifted, intelligent, Ivy League wrestler like myself to overcome such an atrocious adversity and that’s exactly what I did and as it turns out, it was all a blessing in disguise because Valentina was a much better challenge than what ‘Winter Elemental’ would have been anyway so… now that I’ve taken care of that… I’ve got to be a little bit honest here… Cordelia pauses and goes from sitting on the couch to lying on the couch, relaxing and being even more conceited than she actually is.
Cordelia: I’m starting to get a little bored. Andi Lynx couldn’t handle me. Twice. Mother Mavis couldn’t handle me. Valentina couldn’t handle me. The competition around here needs to step up to me… oh wait… no, that’s utterly impossible the way things are going. Cordelia pauses and has a scoff and a laugh to herself.
Cordelia: I mean… I’m far advanced beyond anything this generation could ever possibly conceive in terms of being a professional wrestler. I KNOW that I can beat anybody, I don’t care who they are! I’m a superior being! I prove that week in and week out and thus far, nobody has been able to touch me…
But that’s okay…
Because at the end of the day?
Sin City Underground can throw anyone that they want at me… because I know I can beat every last one of them on my way to my rightful place at the top! Just remember this one lesson you undereducated, monotonous cretins… the creme always rises to the top… and it’s only a matter of time before I prove myself as one of the best that this cesspool of a company has to offer!
Henceforth ends the lecture for the night… Cordelia scoffs once more, continuing to relax and enjoy herself in all her conceited nature as the scene fades.
Jack and Jake Jeckel vs Sea Green and Yellow
Liam: The following contest is a GRIME Rules Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring from Transylvania, Romania, accompanied by Raisa and Helena, they are… Jake and Jack, The Jeckels!!! Smoke and fire cover the stage Raisa emerges from the flames and smokes followed the Jeckels, she leads them to the ring, they walk slowly, Helena slides under the ropes, Jake steps through the ropes and sits in the corner, Jack leans through the ropes, placing his hands on Jack's shoulders, Helena sits by the ropes and rocks back and forth.
Liam: And their opponents, representing the masked members of GRIME, they are… Yellow and Sea Green!!! Yellow and Sea Green come rushing out from opposite sides of the crowd, rushing into the ring. The crowd boos for them as Yellow jumps around the ring, trying to get them hyped up. Sea Green just stands in the corner, staring over at The Jeckels.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Rob: Sea Green rushes Jack, but Jack moves out of the way and hits him with several jabs. Yellow tries to jump from the ropes to take out Jake, but Jake catches him. Ada: Jake drops Yellow with a Spinebuster and as he’s about to go for a cover, Sea Green trips up over him to break it up. Jack pulls Sea Green to his feet. Rob: Sea Green hits a Spinning Discus Punch and Jack stumbles back. Sea Green follows through and hits a Body Splash into the corner. Ada: Helena grabs onto Sea Green’s leg, pulling him back. Yellow finds an opening as Jake starts to target Sea Green’s back. Yellow jumps on Jake’s back and hits a Hurricanrana. Rob: Yellow is about to go for the cover, but Jack grabs onto his hood and swings him into the corner. Sea Green gets free and grabs Jack’s shoulder. Jack turns around with a Headbutt. Ada: Sea Green steps back and Yellow goes to jump on Jack’s back, but Jack flips him over and then kicks the back of his head, hard. Rob: Jake is back to his feet, and he and Jack double team Sea Green with vicious clubs to the back. Once he’s down, they circle stomp him. Ada: Jack grabs one arm and one leg while Jake grabs the remaining limbs. They nod to each other and then whip Sea Green into the air. Rob: As Sea Green comes back down, The Jeckels pull him into a Running Powerslam and they go for the double pin on Sea Green! One!
Two!
Ada: Yellow grabs Sea Greens foot and puts it on the ropes. Before he can even get up, Jake lifts Yellow up and into position for the Dark Cloud (Hart Attack)! Rob: Jack bounces off of the ropes and finishes it off, and then he pins Yellow while Sea Green gets handled by Jake! One!
Two!
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Liam: Here are your winners… Jack and Jake… The Jeckels!!! Jake tosses Sea Green over the ropes and to the outside while Jack uses his feet to roll Yellow to the apron and to the outside. Helena and Raisa enter the ring and begin helping to raise the arms of both Jeckel brothers. They celebrate their victory as their theme song plays over the speakers, and the fans boo them.
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