A spotlight shines on the middle of the ring as the cheering crowd comes to a hush. Ring Announcer, Liam Gagnon, steps into the spotlight with his arms folded in front of him. He waits a moment and then raises the microphone to his lips.
Liam: Please welcome at this time, your General Manager… Tad… Ezra!!! The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as “Play Hard” by Krewella plays over the speakers. After just a moment, the curtains part, and Tad comes out from behind them. He is wearing a tattered t-shirt and matching jeans. His hair is messy, and his tattoos on display. He stops on the stage and glares as the music stops. After a second, “MANTRA” by Bring Me the Horizon starts to play. He then glares down toward the ring. He walks slowly, giving little to no reaction to the cheers or the jeers. He slides under the bottom rope and walks right over to Liam. He takes the microphone as the lights return to normal. He wastes little time in getting started.
Tad: I finally listened and I dropped the suit and tie to feel the true spirit of this company. The grime, the dirt, the filth… Crowd: Booooooooo!!!
Tad rubs at his beard, getting irritated with being cut off. He lets out a sigh and then continues on.
Tad: When I think of Underground, I think of edgy. I think of controversial. I don’t think of a “Trillion Dollar Princess” who skates by with lawyers and cheap tactics for nearly a year. I don’t think of cute little girls that look like they popped out of a Japanese Saturday morning cartoon. I think of a free loving, modern day hippie with the second best beard in SCU. I think of a throuple who shoves their love down our throats and makes us question our own values. I think of a chick from the backwoods who loves nothing more than breaking people’s heads open. I think of a bounty hunter… and I think of someone who celebrates all of the things that put the “Underground” in Sin City Underground. The epitome of “Underground”... Our new Underground Champion… Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tad: The… ANGEL… OF… FILLLLLLLLLLTHHHH!!! Tad looks over to the rampway, pointing toward the curtains. The lights go down as the whirring sounds begin to rise. The drums kick in and red lights pulse to them. They get louder as the fourth set kicks in and the curtains flip to the side. Angel of Filth comes crawling through them with her black wings fluttering behind her, covered in a black substance.
Her eyes glow white as the lights switch between black and red. She glares down at the ring as she rises to her feet, throwing her wings out to the side as they amast. She waves them slowly as she prances down the ramp to the beat of the music. She stops half way and looks from side to side. She has a sickening smile on her face as black oozes from her mouth and she laughs. She enters the ring and climbs up the first of six turnbuckles. She throws her wings out as the fans boo her. She then drops down and goes to the other corner, doing the same. Once at the far end of the ring, she sheds her wings and kicks them to the outside as she rubs her hands together. Tad looks to her with the Underground Championship understated around her waist, and he bows down to her. She looks down at him as the black drips down from her and onto Tad. She then lifts him up and takes the microphone from him. She looks around the arena as the crowd continues to boo her.
Filth: Hello all you dirty, filthy, sleazy people of Las Vegas! Crowd: Booooooooo!!!!!!!!
Filth: I can feel all of your love. I know just how happy you were for me to reveal that I signed a contract with SCU. But, I did not do so without speaking to Tad about the state of this company. It is disgusting to see just how p*ssified this company is. The likes of Kandy Kaine, the Kawaii Dragons, and even my predecessor, Angel Kash. Angel of Filth rolls her eyes, giving a side eye toward the back. She shakes her head as the crowd continues to boo.
Filth: Angel, Angel, Angel… I tried so hard to get you to see the beauty behind the mask of man made mask, and your artificial Barbie dolls that you have trying to watch your back. You, dear, you are so much more than you give yourself credit for. You are as disgusting as they come. You are a dirty cheater. You are a slithering snake. You are FILTH! And I respected you for it. I hoped you would change. I wanted to see you live to your full potential, but high society stopped you, and you became stagnant at the top. It was clear that you would never be the champion that this company needs. So, when I answered Tad’s prayers, it was only a matter of time before your true champion would ascend to her domain of the deplorable, to wreak havoc and shake things up. For months, I watched, and I calculated, but never once was betraying you on my mind until the sixth time you fought Valentina. You had every opportunity to decimate that brainless peon, but you just skated by once more. I knew then that something had to be done. Something… The crowd instantly begins cheering as “Tear You Apart” by She Wants Revenge begins playing. Without hesitation, Queen of Apathy comes walking down the rampway, stopping halfway. She looks from one side to the other before raising a microphone.
Apathy: Greetings and salutations. I am “The Queen of Apathy”, Sadie Spears. I am also the Number One Contender to the title that you are wearing around your waist. So, forgive me a moment for interrupting you. Or don’t. I don’t really care. Crowd: Mehhhhhh!
Apathy: I have been the challenger for two months now, and this entire time, I thought I was to face off against Angel Kash. Don’t get me wrong. I respect a bigger challenge. Sadly, I’m not sure that you are that. You basically came into this company and you jumped the line. Kudos to you for the easy payoff. Filth: Easy? You think that what I did was easy? It took months… MONTHS… to pull off what I did. It took more preparation than you’ve put into this, that’s for f**king sure. Tad: Ladies, ladies! Slow your roll. Wait. What the hell am I saying? Sell that Pay-Per-View match! Apathy: Sitting back and watching, calculating, playing smart, not hard, is my game. What you did was screw the champion that screws each and every one of her opponents. You fought fire with fire, and you burned her down. But that doesn’t make you a champion. Angel at least did what she did for 8 months. You did it for one night, and you think you’re something? I call bullshit. Filth: Child, you blaspheme! Do you want to see me prove myself? I will defend my title tonight, in front of all these deplorable creatures. Book it, Tad. Queen goes to speak, but Tad begins stuttering to cut her off. She shrugs her shoulders as the crowd shouts.
Crowd: Meh!
Tad: Your Underground Champion will defend her title tonight. The Seraph of Sleaze will face off against a very deserving opponent. But you will have to wait, as will Angel Kash. Tonight, I’m shaking things up, and I’m giving someone a chance to make a name for herself. The Main Event for tonight, the star attraction will see “The Angel of Filth” , defending her title against… Kandy Kaine… Crowd: Meh!
Queen nods her head and points to the crowd to emphasize her point. She shrugs and then turns around and walks through the curtains, disappearing as Tad and Filth converse quietly inside of the ring, and Filth cracks a wicked smile at his announcement. The crowd is buzzing for the upcoming match.
We make our way out into the parking lot to see a crowd of fans gathered around, waving signs for Inception 3 and different stars of SCU. The crowd cheers as we look over to the side to see “Shorty” Devin Tyler, Gianni Di Luca, Tim Staggs, and Dax Beckett walk up to the crowd. They begin taunting the fans, but they just cheer louder.
Gianni: You all like this, do ya? Crowd: YEAH!!!
Shorty: You like it when we show off our asses? Crowd: YEAH!!!
Tim: And you like it when we bring you the hard hitting action that only the Bad Boys can? Crowd: YEAH!!!
Dax: And you like it when we deliver it to you raw, gritty, hard, and heavy? Crowd: YEAH!!!
Dax: Then I guess you all ain’t all that bad after all. Love us or hate us, we are who we are. If you’re with us, then cool. I guess you all are with us. Tim: You want to hear what we think of last week, when me and Dax tried to have a legitimate match for the Combat Championship? Crowd: YEAH!!!
Dax: When Eric Weaver thought he knew what we was up to, and said that Tim was just gonna lay down for me? Then we went out there and fought each other, put everything on the line, even though Tad Ezra thought he was going to teach us a lesson. He got pissed and came out to ruin what we do best! He’s angry because, no matter what he thinks, he’s not going to ever be good enough to beat me! He wants to challenge me, because he thinks he’s entitled. That’s cool, bruh. I’ll take you on, and I’ll put you right back in your place, where you forever belong… at the back of the f**kin’ line! The crowd cheers as Dax holds up his Combat Championship, nodding his head as he roars out. The crowd shows their support to theLIFE star, getting louder as he walks along the line of the crowd.
Dax: Bad Boys reign supreme, and we will continue on with that tradition at Inception 3! Get the Bad Boys more exposure and book these kickass sons of bitches! Are you with me?! Crowd: YEAH!!!
Dax nods his head and the Bad Boys jump the barricade and into the crowd of fans, disappearing into it.
The song "Jump" by Kriss Kross is playing over the sound system as Vector and his twin sister Daniela are already standing in the ring. They don't look dressed to compete as Vector is in gym shorts and a Green Lantern sucks T-Shirt. While Daniela is wearing jeans and a Vegas Golden Knight jersey. Vector is letting the crowd chant while holding out the microphone.
He slowly brings it up to his lips while looking side to side.
Vector: Good evening, for those of you who don't know who I am. My name is Vector Charles Rodgers and I am the King of Throwbacks. Daniela nods her head while lifting her microphone.
Daniela: My name is Daniela V. Rodgers. Vector smiles while playing with his mustache.
Vector: As you can see we are twins which means we do everything together. We wrestle using an old school style and that sometimes doesn't mesh with today's style. However, I am not out here to give you a lesson about us. We are out here because last week on this very program, two individuals fought with dishonor. One of those individuals is John Blade. A mixed reaction comes across the audience as Vector nods his head.
Vector: I agree, it was quite a shock to see him accept a win by cheating. I thought he had more honor and class. I guess I was wrong. Daniela steps forward while looking at her brother.
Daniela: i think you had him beat if it wasn't for that wench at ringside. She couldn't keep her mouth shut. Vector looks at her.
Vector: Regardless, this is the second time we were placed in a dishonorable position. Now, I'm not blaming Tad Ezra because he is a very busy man. I'm not blaming anyone. I'm just out here letting everyone in the back know that just because we are old school wrestlers doesn't mean a damn thing. We will return the favor. So Three Way and the Blades, consider yourselves put on notice. Daniela growls a bit.
Daniela: We're coming to get ya. "Jump" starts playing again as Daniela and Vector lay the microphones down onto the canvas.
The scene cuts backstage to spot “The American Rebelution” Montgomery Creed standing around the locker room with a sign in front of him that reads “Will fight for food”. He watches as a few stars pass by. After a few seconds, Monty looks up for a second and the camera pans out to see Dorian B standing a few feet from him. The crowd in the arena pops loudly as Dori smirks and nods his head. Monty stands up, leaning his sign against the bench that he’s sitting on.
Monty: Hey brother. What you got for me? Dorian: Well, you know. I got a couple options. Monty: I’m listening.. Monty takes a few steps closer to Dorian, looking up for a second. Dorian does the same, rubbing at his chin as he chuckles.
Dorian: Okay, okay. I gotchu. I gotchu. Look, it’s a new year, and I’m a new me. I been keeping my eyes on business since I got put on the shelf, and I was thinking… Monty: You was thinkin’ you got a sandwich in yer back pocket? Monty kicks at the sign, tapping it for added effect. Dorian chuckles and shakes his head as he steps almost chest to chest with Monty. Monty smiles almost sadistically. Dorian raises his fists up just under Monty’s chin.
Dorian: I ain’t got no sandwiches, boy… but I got two fists. Monty: Knuckles and all, ah see. We doin’ this now or whut? Dorian shrugs.
Dorian: We could. Or we could do this thing on a grander stage. Like at the Inception Pre-Show? Tell ‘em what we all about? Make a lil’ more bank in the process. Monty laughs and smirks as he looks right at Dorian.
Monty: Ah like you. It’s a damn shame ahm gonna hafta knock them pearly whites right down yer throat, all the way out yer ass, then kick em right back up. Dorian: Funny, because I was thinking the exact same thing. So what do you say to me, you, Inception III? Monty: Ah say, let’s do it. Pleasure doin’ business with you. Ah’ll see you on Sunday. Monty extends his hand, and Dorian reluctantly takes it. Monty then pulls Dorian in, nose to nose as they stare into each other’s eyes for what seems like forever. Monty then lets go and walks back to his bench as Dorian walks back outside of the locker room.
Camera cut to outside of the arena as Shelby and Ivory are holding kendo sticks in their hands while Shannon is holding the Combat Championship over her shoulder.
Shelby: Since day one, we have made it perfectly clear that SCU was going to be our territory. Ever since then, we have been dealing with a pest known as Denise Andrews. It's almost like she is obsessed with us for some damn reason. No matter what we do, she is always there. Shannon nods her head.
Shannon: I don't even think she has any friends period. She keeps trying to find ways to "destroy" us but they all fail. Just like what will happen at Inception 3. She is going to come into the match expecting to win but she is going to fail yet again. How many times is she going to fail before she realizes that she isn't in our league. Ivory twirls the kendo stick in between her fingers while smirking.
Ivory: The Kawaii Dragons have ducked and dodged us for far too long. Their days of running are over come Inception. They will finally meet their match as we walk in and walk out the new Hardcore Tag Team Champions. I don't care how we do it. We will do it. Shelby smiles.
Shelby: Angel Kash, you and I will have to set up a date soon. Mainly because, I will be looking to reclaim what is mine. The Underground championship will soon be back where it belongs..... Voice: Is that so? The three girls turn their heads to see Denise standing on the steps with SCW bombshell Ella Singleton and former Honor competitor Valerie Holcomb. Shelby and Ivory stand guard as Denise is laughing.
Denise: You see, I told you they would expect fight. Ella looks at the group.
Ella: There is a reason why I fight in the big leagues. However, when my good friend Denise said she was having issues. I told her to give me call. So ladies, consider this a warning. The Society is coming to SCU. Ivory, Shelby and Shannon look at each other. They then look back at the three standing on the steps. A sly smirk crosses Denise's lips as the same masked figure from a few months ago appears with a steel chair in hand. The figure slams the chair directly into the back of Shannon and Ivory.
Shelby: What the hell?
Shelby turns toward the masked figure as Denise and Valerie grab Shelby from behind. Denise holds her head as the masked figure lifts her mask up over her head. A band of red hair slinks down as Shelby shakes her head. The mask is removed completely as Ashlyn Kincaid, the bastard daughter of Dustin, looks into her sister's eyes. Shelby finally breaks free as Ashlyn starts backing away.
Denise: I told you Shelby. I will destroy the New Foundation. I will get my revenge.
Denise laughs as Evelyn comes running with Gamer Inc. The Society high tails it as Jimmy Andrews checks on Shelby and Ivory while medical personnel check on Shannon.
Wrestling fans have gathered at the Gold Coast Casino setting behind a table are the members of Team Canada answering questions from various press and fans.
Reporter: Kate Beirness from TSN, Dahlia being a woman is a predominantly man's sport, do you see yourself as a role model for women wanting to enter the wrestling business.
Dahlia: Sure, and While my husband and Stewart may not agree, women have had to work harder to make it in the wrestling business, am I role model that a matter of opinion.
Kate: Has having your husband by your side made life easier.
Dahlia: Of course, Earl is not only my husband and the man who helped train me, but he’s also my biggest critic, but to answer your question Kate, having Earl and Sarah around does make life easier.
Kate: Now Earl everyone who has watched Honor Wrestling and nom Sin City Underground no how great a team you and your wife are reigning champions heading into Inception 3, a while back The Fox brothers won a number 1 contenders match and will challenge you for your Double Down Tag Team Titles, what is your assessment of them.
Earl: Yeah, they won a watch to challenge us but has done nothing since, and at inception 3 our reign will continue.
A fan walks up wearing a Stewart Mason shirt.
Fan: Hey Stewart, so how bad are you going to beat that big dummy Powershock.
Gail: I like this girl.
Stewart: All I’ll say is beating two scrubs like the Fox brother is one thing beating the champ well that’s something completely different.
The fan poses with Stewart and Gail then walks off.
Later Gemma Frost is standing with the member of Team Canada.
Gemma: This event is a complete waste of time.
Gail: of course it is, you think I really want to be here with all these idiots.
Gemma: Yeah.
Suddenly Gemma notices the camera and pretends she is actually doing her job.
Gemma: Okay, I’m with the greatest faction in professional wrestling Team *Censored* Canada. Your one week away from beating three losers your thoughts.
Stewart: You're on fire tonight, and I love it. Yeah, Inception is just around the corner and the champ is ready to prove once again why nobody is on my level when its come to the Underground Title I’m probably going to retire with this title.
Gemma: Yeah. So Earl these two losers you got at Inception what about them.
Earl: Dahlia and I have been training really hard for them.
Earl and Dahlia start laughing.
Earl: Your right Gemma they are two losers, and they’ll walk into Inception losers and walk out of inception loser.
Sarah: And we’ve been talking Gemma and were considering making you an official member of our group, Stewart, and Gail speak highly of you.
Gemma: How highly?
Sarah: Well speak off camera about that.
Gemma: okay *Winks *.
We go backstage to the Inception III banner with Marissa Henry standing in front of it. She has a microphone in her hand, and a smile across her face as she looks into the camera.
Marissa: Hello Sin City Underground fans, and thank you for joining me. I have been given the distinct pleasure of announcing a match for the Inception III Pre-Show, where we will see two former friends, turned vicious enemies, face off for the first time in official competition.
Marissa turns slightly as the screen behind her turns into a photo vignette of the infamous Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team, and former champions in the division, Azz n’ Class. Each picture shows them closer and closer in each heartwarming moment.
Then, the screen begins to play video from the Season’s Beatings match on the Christmas Edition of Underground where Torielle Jackson and Chanelle Martinez are brutally fighting each other rather than competing for the Underground Championship. It ends when they ultimately get disqualified. Marissa looks morose at the sight of this as she turns back fully to the camera.
Marissa: Due to the amount of hatred between these two which has been boiling over for months, the owner has decided that it is best that these two not be allowed in the same building until Inception III. Joining us via satelite, we have Torielle Jackson…
Half of the screen shows off Torielle Jackson, as she nods her head politely.
Torielle: Thank you, Marissa.
Marissa: Welcome Torielle. And also joining us is…
Chanelle Martinez’s face shows up on the screen and she looks hella annoyed.
Chanelle: Don’t make no damn sense. I can’t even be there to support my husband! Or my girls! Hello! You there?!
Torielle: Ugh, ghet-tohhhhhh…
Chanelle: Wha’s that I’m hearin’? The sound of some insignificant cockroach?
Marissa clears her throat as Chanelle rolls her eyes and begins filing at her nails.
Marissa: There is clearly beef between you two very talented ladies. But, it seems to have come out of nowhere. I would like to start with…
Chanelle: She just mad ‘cause I do it better than her. I got my posse. I got me one fine ass man, and a twenty-four karat ring to prove it. I be making Blade size money, with a nice house and nice cars, while she still livin’ in the Bronx wit’ her cat.
Torielle purses her lips as she reaches up to move a piece of hair out of her face, despite one not being there.
Torielle: You can take the girl outta the Bronx, but you can’t take the Bronx out of the girl. Excuse my attitude, but I fail to see why I couldn’t be there tonight in front of all those amazing fans. I am not the one with the lack of self control that shouldn’t be allowed there. It’s all on that one right there.
Chanelle: Gurl, you know I buck, and all you can do is cluck. It’s why you mad that I elevated the brand and dropped all the dead weight.
Marissa: If I might restore some order, and come back to the question. Torielle, where did it all go wrong?
Torielle: Thank you for that. I was about to get a little messy there before you brought me back. To answer your question...
Chanelle: Uhp!
Torielle: … We was friends. She taught me the business…
Chanelle: Uhp!
Torielle: She was my cousin’ Niecy’s next door neighbor’s third grade teacher’s best friend’s stylist’s sister, so it wasn’t that hard to track her down. We partied, we trained, we bonded. And even though she’s five years older than me, and outdated as hell, I thought we was cool. We broke out into SCW, played around, snatched us some gold, and it was all good. Then, little miss Martinez-Blade here decided she was too big to keep me around. So I went and got some training of my own, and I came back to size her up, see if we still clicked. She was too busy living large and playing the Ghetto Cinderella Story for me. So I was thinking that she could do her and I could do me. But, Azz n’ Class, and everything that goes along with it, was joint intellectual property, and I simply asked her to let go of the theme music. She went and made it all personal.
Chanelle stops filing her nails, and stops trying to interrupt Torielle in the background, and she speaks up all the way.
Chanelle: Joint intellectual what? Girl, you tryna act all proper and shit when I seen you slide down the pole like a certified stripper. You ain’t foolin’ nobody. I made us, you disappeared, so I took mines’es and I ran wit’ it. You can’t get mad at my hustle. Hashtag Nobility. You jealous. But, you do got one thing right. I ain’t got time for you. The only reason I’m doin’ this thing is for that paycheck. The idiots at home wanna see me run dat ass all around the ring. If they payin’, I’m sellin’. Respect the hustle.
Torielle: Loyalty and respect, baby girl. Loyalty and respect. Remember every part of your meal ticket’s catch phrases if you gonna live off it.
Chanelle: Oh, bitch… Meal ticket? You wanna talk about “meal tickets”? How many times you Two Step at Comic Cons for $5 like a hookuh? How many times you set up some fan for “Now here the Remix” to catch that payday? Do NOT talk to me bout no damn meal ticket.
Torielle: And don’t act like I ain’t put no work in, because I paid every last one of my dues! And once I shut you up at Inception, you ain’t gone have nothin’ else to say. And if you need the remix, here it go. In a few short days, I’m leaving the class at the door, and I’m gone get buckwild on you, snatch yo weave, and set you straight.
Chanelle laughs at the idea, but Torielle removes her black hat and sets it down next to her.
Torielle: Keep thinking I’m playing, girl. It ain’t over yet. But it will be. Take that to the liquor store and cash it like a bad check. For old time sake, baby.
There is a silence as the two stare each other down over the screens. Marissa stands by uncomfortably for a moment until clearing her voice.
Marissa: We can look forward to this match up, live on the scwrestling.net site, streaming on Sunday, January 13th, 2019. Thank you two for joining me, and tune in to Inception III: Clash of Champions, for this and so many more matches.
Cameras fade inside the boiler room as Powershock is sitting on a milk crate. His wife is standing next to him while Stephen is pacing back and forth. He is rubbing his chin while looking back at his monster.
Stephen: For months, you have terrorized this company. For months, you have waited for your chance to ruin Stewart Mason's life. He wants to hide from you well there will be no more running come Inception 3. He has to stand face to face with his own nightmare.
Stephen chuckles as Powershock lifts his head. His eyes tell the story as Aeriel continues to run her hand down his back.
Aeriel: Stewart can hide behind as many people as he desires. He can hide behind that slut of his but don't think I will sit back. You see, I always watch my husband's back and if that means I knock you the fuck out then so be it. I am not afraid to rip hair out from its root. So Stewart, you better think twice befo.....
Aeriel stops mid sentence when she sees Powershock stand up to his feet. Stephen even looks at him. A loud grunt expounds from Powershock as he turns toward the camera.
Powershock: Mason, I have left many broken bodies on my path of destruction. You will be no different. You say you don't believe in monsters but come Inception you will.
Powershock crosses his arms in front of him as Stephen and Aeriel just smirk.
The cameras cut backstage where we see Eric Weaver pacing around as he waits in front of a door. A slight look of concern on his face as he just keeps pacing back and forth. As he paces, he spins around and almost bumps into the Coven, Jenifer, Celeste and Apathy.
Eric: Sorry ladies.
Jenifer: Marcher dans les deux sens ne changera pas votre destin. Si vous vous inquiétez de vos actions, réfléchissez-y à deux fois avant d’attaquer les gens.
Eric looks at Apathy and Celeste.
Eric: What the hell did she just say?
Apathy: Something something, something, meh! Than something in french that can be summed up in one word. Meh.
Celeste: It was 100% french. But it was all just Meh like Apathy said. Eric: I thought she spoke english? The Coven: Meh. The Coven walk away leaving Eric to be alone.The camera cut another part of the backstage area. Were we see Jerry Cann and Kandy Kaine signing poster of them two of them together. Jerry writes on each one. “Thanks for the support” Kandy then follows it up by signing. “The Killer Candies”
As the two run through the line of people they stop to see the next person in line. SCU reporter Gemma.
Dev: I been in line talking to many of the fans here. They all asked if the name The Killer Candies will be the official tag team name. Kandy: It’s the only name we came up with. Dev: Your selling merch and signing posters with that name. Kandy: Well if I don’t push my stuff who will, at least that’s what Jerry says? Dev: But your giving this stuff out for free. Kandy: Because my stuff is priceless. Dev: Jerry? Jerry: If it makes her happy. Dev: Well said… So Kandy tonight you take on Filth for the Underground Championship Kandy: I am looking forward to being the next champion… Kandy gets cut off as the Kawaii Dragons appear on screen.
Winter: What the holy fuckng shit! We get bumped off the card for you!? Tatsu: Yeah, not fair. Kawaii the best. Kandy is like how Angel smells. Garbage! Winter: Yeah! Wait, you got that close to her? Tatsu: No but we were on same plane to Vegas. Whole plane smelled like stale funions and rotten mountain dew. Winter: Why do you know what rotten mountain dew smells like? Tatsu: Tatsu went to good school in Japan. We do science projects and learn… Hey it's about this trash bumping us, not why I know random facts. Winter: We got bumped off because no team is good enough to beat us. “Excuse me”
Camera pan back to see Martha Fox appear on the screen.
Martha: The Fox Brothers are the best tag team in SCU and come Inception they will prove that when they become the new Double Down Champions. Winter: Ha-ha-haha-ha-ha-ha-ha Tatsu: Martha tells jokes!!! Martha: You don’t think the Fox Brothers will be the next Double Down Champions. Winter: Fuck no! Martha: I’ll make you a deal then? Winter: What’s that old bag? Martha: When the Fox Brothers beat the Three Way. Kawaii Dragons will be barred from ever getting a title match against my boys. Tatsu: Your grandsons have no choice, we take that deal but!!! Fox Brothers can’t go after the Hardcore Tag Team titles. Kandy: This is about me… Winter: Your trash, just like your opponent so just sit next to Jerry and shut up. Martha: You two little girls have a deal. Tatsu: We’re not little! Winter: Yeah, don’t confuse us for those 12 year olds running around here like Effie, Ivory and Shelby. Martha: I’m done with you little girls. Martha walks off, the camera go back to Eric Weaver pacing by a door. The door opens up. We see GM Tad, Spokeswomen Donna, Doctors Gracie Stags and Rebecca Weaver.
Tad: Your lucky to still have a job here Eric. You wanted the Bad Boys so bad, well you got em. You get your chance with Dax for the Combat Championship. You better win because if you lose. F you wasting all this effort to then lose to Dax. Well, you will be suspended from SCU for 30 days. Your recent behavior have better been worth it. Eric: That’s bull. I do what the Bad Boys always do and I get hit with a possible suspension yet they get rewarded. This bulshit you guys have going on is going to end. I will ed this fuckery myself. It will start with Dax and I will work my way through all those bitches. You mark my word. Tad: Whatever you say Eric. Just do yourself a favor and put on some wrestling gear as you have a match tonight and that match is next!
Eric walks away. His sister Dr. Weaver walks with him. The camera zoom in on Tad Ezra who is seen with an evil smirk on his face.
Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, IL, standing at 6’ and weighing in at 175lb, he is… Eric Weaver!
Take Five starts to play as we hear the jazz beat coming we see Eric Weaver coming from the curtains.
"Won't you stop and take
A little time out with me
Just take five"
Eric waves at the fans as he walks down the ramp.
"Though I'm going out of my way
Just so I can pass by each day
Not a single word do we say
It's a pantomime and not a play
Still, I know our eyes often meet
I feel tingles down to my feet
When you smile, that's much too discreet
Sends me on my way"
Eric slides in the ring from underneath the bottom ropes.
"Wouldn't it be better
Not to be so polite
You could offer a light
Start a little conversation now
It's alright, just take five
Just take five"
As the music fades we see Eric holding his right hand in the air as he looks over to the crowd.
Liam: And his opponent… from Boston, Massachusetts, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 251lb, he is… John Blade!
John Blade’s music begins to play as he walks out on Stage. He talks to the camera man and bounces a little. He holds up his “Never Give Up” logo flag and tosses it to the fans. Then, he Salutes and runs straight down towards the ring. He bounces off the ropes, side to side and he holds up his “Hustle, Loyalty, and Respect” sign. He takes off his hat and toss his shirt to the fans and his Chain to the Ref to begin to fight.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: And we start things off as Weaver and Blade circle around one another. Eric holds his fist out toward John in a showing of respect, but Blade thinks about it for a moment. The crowd is not happy about this.
Chad: What a smile from Blade before he goes to touch his fist with Eric’s, but Eric boots him in the gut before stomping away at him. He picks him up and throws him toward the ropes.
Gena: And Blade rebounds off of the ropes, hitting a clothesline on Eric, whose head ricochets off of the mat! That’s gotta hurt!
Chad: And Blade is on the attack as he rebounds off of the ropes with a Springboard Leg Drop! He hooks the leg for an early pin.
One!
Two!
Gena: And Eric kicks out! He grabs onto the ropes as he pulls himself up from the mat as he settles into the corner, trying to get his head back in the game.
Chad: And John Blade comes rushing with a Body Avalanche, but Eric dodges it at the last possible second. And he quickly charges, hitting a corner Clothesline of his own!
Gena: Eric celebrates the move, but only for a second before going for another. Blade dodges this one, and then hits a European Uppercut.
Once the move lands, and the impact echoes throughout the arena, he begins chopping Eric repetitively. With the last one, he looks back at his hand and goes to deliver it.
Chad: Oh! Eric ducks under as John stumbles into the corner. He begins hitting a series of chops of his own.
Crowd: This is awesome!
Gena: Yes it is, but something tells me that these men are just getting started. Eric is done with this as he soaks in the cheers of the fans, holding his arms out to his side.
Chad: Not a smart move to let John Blade recover for too long… Blade rushes out of the corner and floors Eric with a Spinebuster that shakes the ring! He hooks the leg as the referee drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Gena: And Weaver kicks out. He gets back to his feet just after Blade, who charges at Eric. Oh! Eric catches him with a superkick, and he drops down and hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
Chad: And a powerful kickout from John Blade! Eric is getting in the game now as he jumps up for a Leaping Knee Drop to the heart of Blade. He reaches down and scoops John Blade up for a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He hooks the leg.
One!
Two!
Gena: Blade kicks out, with just a little less force this time. As both men get to their feet, Blade nails a Jawbreaker that bounces Weaver back into the ropes. Blade polishes up his knuckles, going for another European Uppercut, but Weaver hits a Dropkick.
Chad: Blade bounces off of the ropes, and Weaver hits another Dropkick! He catches Blade with a Snap Scoop Slam before hooking the leg once more.
One!
Two!
Gena: And the crowd is on fire because this match continues. Eric pulls Blade back to his feet, but Blade hits a Fireman’s Carry. He holds onto Weaver’s neck, bringing him back up to his feet for a Vertical Suplex. He hooks the leg as the crowd boos loudly.
One!
Two!
Three!
Liam: Your winner of this match… Eric Weaver!!!
Without warning, "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 sounds throughout the arena.
Chad: Wait a minute. Is that who I think it is?
As the lyrics kicks in, there's a moment's delay before Mercedes Vargas, dressed casually for the evening, emerges with her Honor Year-End Awards trophy in hand.
Chad: Mercedes Vargas is here! Gena, did you know anything about this?
Gena: Me? No. I'm just as speechless as you are.
Chad: On the go-home show before Inception III in four nights, we get another surprise appearance from an SCW legend.
Mercedes takes in the scene. The camera takes a quick pan of the crowd, mostly the more vocal among them as they make thumb down gestures.
Liam: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome SCW Hall of Famer...MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes walks with purpose as she heads to the ring, climbs up the ring steps and walks a third of the way on the apron before straddling the top rope, facing the crowd as she talks trash.
Gena: Mercedes Vargas. SCW Hall of Famer, multi-time champion, Honor Wrestling Most Hated of the Year for 2018.
Chad: And winningest Bombshell in SCW.
Gena: That's right. Mercedes made history last month at Climax Control 224 when she not only tied the record for most wins ever on Climax Control but now has won more overall matches than any other woman in SCW. That win puts her ahead of another Hall of Famer, Roxi Johnson for the record.
Chad: As if Mercedes hasn't broken enough records in 2018!
Gena: We're about to hear from Mercedes speak for herself right now.
Microphone in hand, Mercedes takes in the scene before her theme song slowly fades.
Mercedes: So Vargas wins. L-O-L!
Mercedes is serenaded with boos. She steps back in mock fear. Despite herself, she smiles and raises her microphone to her lips.
Mercedes: Tough room, tough room. But you know what they say. Confidence isn't walking into a room thinking you're better than anyone, it's walking in not having to compare yourself to anyone. Except in this case that room is a six-sided ring.
She points to the canvas.
Mercedes: And when it comes to me there's just no comparison.</p
Mercedes lowers her microphone taking in the abuse from the crowd, then adds "You're only booing because it's true." without missing stride.
Mercedes: Now, you people may not have expected me tonight, but I wasn’t going to let that stand in the way of coming out here, after my award win and especially on the day of my ten-year wrestling anniversary. A decade of dominance.
Mercedes:She holds up her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture, then brings the microphone to her mouth.
Mercedes: 22 overall championships, tournament wins, numerous awards. 6 world championships. 8 world tag team championships. I've had reigns as a Television Champion, International Championship. I've held four championships at once in three promotions.</p
Mercedes holds up three fingers.
Mercedes: That's just the cherry on top. Because SCW has been a part of my dominance for the past six years. And I'm not slowing down anytime soon.</p
Mercedes is serenaded with boos to which she shrugs in response.
Mercedes: We're just four nights from Inception. Momentum plays a huge part in wrestling, especially before a pay-per-view. Five women will battle in the second-ever Bombshells Golden Briefcase Ladder match and they all want that contract. There's just one problem: I'm also in that match. And for my opponents, that's a big problem. I know how to win like few others can and I can't think of a better way to kick off the New Year as the new Golden Briefcase winner.</p
Mercedes cups her ears, inciting the crowd even more.
?p>Mercedes: So then, the question isn't who's going to let me...
Mercedes cracks a smile, walks up to the ropes and leans against them.
?p>Mercedes: ...it's who's going to stop me.
At that moment, her entrance music plays and Mercedes drops the microphone with flair before she makes her exit.
Gena: Six Bombshells will take to the air to claim the contract for any championship they wish up to the following year. Could this be a sight of things to come should Mercedes prevail in this same building in four nights?
Chad: Well, let's not forget that Mercedes will be competing in this match for the first time like everyone else. She definitely has experience and history on her side. No doubt she's the odds-on-favorite, but this isn't a cakewalk either.
Mercedes heads to the back to an equal share of cheers and boos, with some shrill catcalls thrown in for good measure before we send the scene elsewhere.
The scene opens up backstage where the cameras spot the former SCU Underground Champion on her cell phone. She was yelling into the phone loudly as she was walking around her heels clacking against the floor.
Angel: Look you know what your job is you were supposed to get this stupid thing overruled how on earth is Angel of Filth even allowed to be champion? And how was that match allowed to even happen?
Angel rolled her eyes as she kept up her walk. She was dressed to the nines as always. As she kept speaking in her rude bitchy tone.
Angel: What do you mean? Look I shouldn't have to deal with this. I pay you good money to make sure stuff like this doesn't happen that my contracts are ironclad and things are done properly. How can you even act like this is even proper?
Angel kept up her strut, however walking up to her is none other than Gemma Frost. Who clearly was ignoring the fact that the Trillion Dollar Princess was not in the mood for any interruptions.
Angel: Hold on I will call you back this is gonna be addressed.
Angel then hung up her phone as she eyed Gemma.
Angel: What do you want can't you see I am busy?
Gemma looked at her but maintained a level of professionalism as she began to speak.
Gemma: Angel could you answer a few questions?
Angel rolled her eyes before scoffing loudly.
Angel: Fine whatever.
Gemma: Well Angel what are your thoughts about losing the belt you have held for the most of 2018?
Angel grows redder as the question was asked.
Angel: Well it was a travesty of justice I have been the greatest champion in this company. And to lose my belt like that in some circus olay match is beyond pathetic. But here is the kicker apparently Queen of Apathy thinks she's worthy of being in this match? Well, honey, I am sure but no my rematch should be one on one with the thief who stole my belt. Angel of Filth is low-class street trash.
Angel paused for a brief moment before she kept on speaking.
Angel: I mean and who does she think she is? if one on one in a fair match she'd have no shot at beating me. So she had to sneak in the back door and steal my rightful title. A title that I have held with dignity and class.
Angel said as if what she said was true. As Gemma asked yet another question.
Gemma: Well what is your plan to win back the Underground title and what do you think of Queen of Apathy saying she should be apart of the match.
Angel: Really? As I said a rematch should be one on one. And that is between me and the street trash. Apathy would be a hanger-on at best in that match see she should wait her turn as I am the rightful champion and once I win my title I will take great pleasure in embarrassing her. However me having my title is much more important than her. So now as far as plans go tune in and watch.
Angel winks before brushing Gemma aside and strutting off out of the scene . As the scene fades to black.
Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Underground Championship!!!
"Candy" by Far East Movement begins playing over the speakers as brightly colored lights of all shades flash across the stage. Kandy Kaine comes out onto the stage, and she lets out a squeal as she jumps up and down as the fans cheer for her. She dances from one side of the stage to the other before working up as she stands center stage.
Liam: First, on her way to the ring, from the Kandy Kingdom, standing at 5'4" and weighing in at 122lb, she is... Kandy Kaine!!!
Kandy squeals again, hearing her name. She charges down the ramp, slapping hands on one side before moving over to the next side. She then dashes under the bottom rope, jumping up and down for the fans.
The lights go down as the whirring sounds begin to rise. The drums kick in and red lights pulse to them. They get louder as the fourth set kicks in and the curtains flip to the side. Angel of Filth comes crawling through them with her black wings fluttering behind her, covered in a black substance.
Liam: On her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, NV standing at 5’4” and weighing in at 127lb, she is “The Seraph of Sleaze”... Angel of Filth!!!
Her eyes glow white as the lights switch between black and red. She glares down at the ring as she rises to her feet, throwing her wings out to the side as they amast. She waves them slowly as she prances down the ramp to the beat of the music. She stops half way and looks from side to side. She has a sickening smile on her face as black oozes from her mouth and she laughs. She enters the ring and climbs up the first of six turnbuckles. She throws her wings out as the fans boo her. She then drops down and goes to the other corner, doing the same. Once at the far end of the ring, she sheds her wings and kicks them to the outside as she rubs her hands together.
