[Donna Beauchamp]

 







A camera fades into the backstage area as Shannon Middlebrooks, Shelby Holt and Ivory Sullivan are walking towards their dressing room. Shannon is currently holding the Underground Championship over her shoulder while the hardcore titles rest comfortably on Shelby and Ivory. Evelyn points at the camera as Shannon smirks.

Shannon: Ain't it funny how life throws curveballs. Kelli Torres, you don't deserve that combat championship but you did earn it. You beat me but I took a step up. I am now the new head bitch in this company. My girls and I will see that New Foundation is the group to beat.

Shelby smiles while placing her arm on Shannon's shoulder.

Shelby: You would think these idiots would learn a thing or two. We have said time and time again. The New Foundation are a unit. We aren't the Bad Boys. We work together to make sure everyone achieves the same amount. All three of us are successful and we are just getting started.

Ivory nods her head.

Ivory: Tonight, those old school jokes will find themselves in a world of hurt. We are the hardcore tag team champions and there isn't a team who can stop us. So bring all you got because it won't be enough.

All three ladies clank their belts together while continuing to head down the corridor.






Effie Bingham-Cross sits patiently in front of a vending machine that is full of hockey cards. Each one is individually wrapped and ready for purchase. Effie had seen a lot of things in vending machines, but sports cards was new. She thought it must be a Canadian thing.

Not two seconds later, a kid and his Dad appear, looking to see what the machine offers. Effie watches as they select a card and the father inserts a blue five dollar bill. Again a curious site since all American bills were green and looked similar.

They are about to walk away when Effie whistles and the father and son duo turn.

Effie: Hey kid, who did you pick?

The kid beams.

Kid: Wayne Gretzky, when he played for the oilers forever ago.

Effie nods.

Effie: Before the expansion. Yup. I recall reading that. It turn you got a huge mall here too?

Kid: You bet, but Dad doesn't like busy places very much.

Effie catches the Dad's eyes and she instantly recognizes that hungry look of a single father who hasn't had any luck other than Regina Palmala.

Effie: Tell you what kid, how would you like an autographed rookie card of Gretzky?

The kid looks at his dad and then back to Effie

Dad: What's the catch?

Effie shakes her head.

Effie: No catch. I just want this little guy to do me one small favor. In a few minutes there is going to be this ridiculously handsome man coming but he's not been feeling good, so I want you to tell him that he is loved and give him a hug. Think you can do that? Your dad will be right here the whole time. I just think a cute kid like you will brighten his day.

The kid looks skeptical.

Dad: And he'll get that autographed card?

Effie reaches into her inside pocket to reveal the neatly mint rookie card, the signature scrawled over the front. The kid's jaw drops. So does the father's.

Effie: That's all I want.

The kid and the dad agree and go back to the card machine to browse. Not a minute later, St.John Cross, Roulette champion of SCW come around the corner. On his arm are draped a few t-shirts. He doesn't look overly happy. Effie catches the kid's eye and he runs up to Sin, throwing his arms around his waist.

Kid: You are loved.

The kid disengages, smiles at Sin before him and the Dad walk away. What sin doesn't see is the father gushing over the signed rookie card in his son's hand. Sin looks shell shocked at the encounter.

Dad: Well that was... interesting…

Effie shrugs.

Effie: God works in mysterious ways.






The scene opens to a near-empty wrestling gym. The two occupants, one inside the ring, one seated outside, their leg in cast and propped up on a stool, don't appear to have noticed the camera in the doorway.

Faith: So how is it done again? I don't get internet in here.

The Dragon: Full-sprint, launch one-footed from the middle rope, 720 corkscrew flip to the outside. Easy moe.

Faith: I mean...I don't think…

The Dragon: Don't worry I've got this.

Seeing the opportunity, and a potential catastrophic failure, the cameraman begins to pan around. Mark "The Dragon" Cross bounces back on the ropes and sets off at full-tilt, his foot planting on the opposite middle rope. Surprisingly, he executes a clean corkscrew, but over-rotates and smacks awkwardly hip-first into the floor below.

Faith: So close!! I didn't think you'd commit to it that hard!  

The Dragon: I keep it 100 all day...ow…

The camera continues to adjust as SCU Interviewer Dev Khatri appears in shot.

Dev: Hey guys! Dev here - I'm coming to you from the training facility of Sin City Underground's newest signing Mark "The Dragon" Cross ahead of his in-rung debut. How's your sesh?

Mark pushes himself up to a standing position, appearing in shot with a broad smile on his face.

The Dragon: Really good thank you Dev, just applying the finishing touches ready for my match. By the way, how much of that did you...oh, all of it? Yeah, I was just showing Faith something for her to work on when she's back from injury.

Dev: That's cool man! I mean even for Strong Style specialist you nearly had that nailed.

Faith: You guys should stick around after, I'm sure he'll get it next time...OW!

From off-camera, we hear a hand connecting with the back of a teenager's head.

Dev: So you make your debut against Jacob Johnson. He failed to make it to an NBA roster after college,while you were able to make the big stage in your chosen sport of football. Advantage you?

The Dragon: Not necessarily. Players making teams is a very situational thing after all, unless you're LeBron James anyway. I was a completely different Back to what the Raiders normally went for. That's why I got picked, they wanted the big shake-up. From what I hear Jacob had a fine college career in basketball, as well as being a skilled amateur wrestler. I'm not going to take him lightly because of a contract he did or didn't earn.

Dev: Do you prepare for every opponent the same way? It seems like you've done your research.

The Dragon: Sure, I watch back old matches, look for patterns, strengths and weaknesses, that kind of thing. I'll probably work on some specific scenarios in the gym, and I'll have a rough plan of how I want to approach every match.

Dev: Why rough? Don't subscribe to having Plans A through D?  

The Dragon: This is why our sport is so great though...you come in with all your perfectly laid plans...And then some 300-point-plus guy goes and moonsaults off the turnbuckle to get the win. Which plan was that part going to be in? You can't account for everything out there.

Dev: Well.. I guess?

The Dragon: Look...there's a reason they called me the boring one back in Galveston. I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve, I've practiced them all hundreds, possibly thousands of times so there's no doubt I can execute them in a pressure situation. And then I work harder than anyone else in the gym so I can fight all night if I have to…

Faith: I get tired just watching him, guy's a machine. Worst thing is, I think he kind of enjoys it…

Dev: The boring one? So no trash talk?

The Dragon: Well...never say never...but for the first few matches I might just let my wrestling do the talking and go from there.

Dev: Cool! So speaking of...can we stick around to see you try that corkscrew thing again?

The Dragon: Nope, that's a work in progress for the next Blaze of Glory. If I get a match, you'll be able to see it there.

Dev: Oh sure...wait that's not until…

The Dragon: Goodbye Dev. Thanks for coming all the way out here to talk to me guys, appreciate it.

Dev: Well I guess that's all! This is Big D, with Mark "The Dragon" Cross, we've gotta get to Canada!!




Complete SCU 2019 Home away from Home II Tour

March 27
MTS Centre. Winnipeg Manitoba, Canada
April 3rd
Teufaiva Sports Arena. Nuki Alofa, Tonga
April 10th
Brisbane Entertainment Centre. Boondall, Queensland, Australia
April 17th
Shenzhen Bay Sports Centre. Shenzhen Shi, Guangdong Sheng, China
April 28th Sunday night
Supershow go home show for London Brawling II
Tokyo Dome, Tokyo, Japan  
May 5th SCW’s London Brawling II
The SSE Arena, Wembley, London, England
May 15th
St Lawrence Ground. Canterbury, England
May 22nd
Elland Road. Leeds, England
May 29th
Estadio Romano. Merida, Spain
June 5th
Halle Georges Carpentier. Paris, France
June 12th
Roberto Clemente Coliseum. San Juan, Puerto Rico
June 19th
Estadio Mary Teran de Weiss. Buenos Aires, Argentina



VS
Referee:


[font color=red]Singles Match
Mark Cross vs Jacob Johnson[/color]

Liam:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall!  Iiiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, making his debut, from Canterbury, England, standing at 6’1” and weighing in at 225lb, he is… Mark “The Dragon” Crossssssssssssssss!!!

The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Never Again" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle. Receiving recognition from the crowd, he strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.

“Take Me Out” starts to play around the arena.

So if you're lonely
You know I'm here waiting for you
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot away from you
And if you leave here
You leave me broken, shattered, I lie
I'm just a crosshair
I'm just a shot, then we can die
I know I won't be leaving here with you

Liam:: Coming down to the ring. Weighing in at 200ibs, from San Diego, CA Jacob Johnson!!!!

I say don't you know
You say you don't know
I say, take me out!
I say you don't show
Don't move, tide is low
I say, take me out!
I say you don't know
You say you don't know
I say, take me out!
If I move this could die
Eyes move this can die
I want you to take me out
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here
I know I won't be leaving here (with you)
I know I won't be leaving here with you

Jacob hopes over the top rope hold one hand up in the air to the crowds mixed reaction. He keeps that hand up while he makes his way to the corner. He climbs the turnbuckle as he looks on at the live crowd.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Nora:  We are upon the debut of Mark “The Dragon” Cross now, and the crowd is very excited as they start a “Dragon” chant.

Crowd:  Dragon! Dragon! Dragon! Dragon!

Chad:  Former NFL Oakland Raiders star gets the crowd going as he walks back and forth, getting the crowd riled up even more.  Jacob Johnson doesn’t feel like waiting around, and he catches Mark from behind, boxing him in the kidneys.

Nora:  Mark falls to one knee and Jacob begins pounding him down to the mat.  Jacob has been on a losing streak, and he’s looking to turn that around on a star who has been hyped up on social media for weeks now. What better way to make a statement.

Chad:  Jacob plants a foot to the back of Cross’ head, sending him down to the mat.  He begins stomping relentlessly.  He’s thirstier than me that one time I got drunk in a club with a lot of dudes, and they showed me the hole of mystery in the bathroom. Changed my life.

Nora:  Ohhhhhkay? Moving on… Jacob rolls Mark over onto his back and jumps up, dropping his knees across the face of the newcomer.  He then goes for the Lateral Press, making the cover.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Chad:  Cross gets his shoulders up with plenty of time to spare.  Jacob is quick to go back on the attack, standing up and bringing Cross with him as he goes.  Snap Suplex to Cross, bridging into a pin.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Nora:  That was a closer call this time around, but the newcomer is really showing some resilience.  Jacob is getting aggravated as he gets back to his feet.  He drags Cross up to his feet and then he bounces off of the ropes, looking for a Dropkick.

Chad:  Oh, but Cross side steps Jacob’s feet and snaps back, taking Jacob down with a German Suplex, bridging into a pin attempt of his own.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Nora:  Jacob bucks out of that pin almost effortlessly.  He rolls behind Cross, trying to take him over with a Belly-to-Back Suplex.  Cross stops and rolls behind Jacob, clubbing him across the back before lifting him up for an Atomic Drop.

Chad:  But Jacob flips over Cross and Cross turns around just in time to get a boot to the gut.  Jacob wraps his arms around Cross’s neck, looking for a DDT, but Cross shoves Jacob away.  Jacob rushes at Cross, and Cross kicks his midsection.

Nora:  Cross shoves Jacob’s head between his legs.  He lifts Jacob up into a Powerbomb, but Jacob punches Cross in the face, causing him to drop Jacob.  Jacob bounces off of the ropes, looking for a Clothesline, but Cross ducks under it.

Crowd:  Yeaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Chad: Jacob turns around and gets booted in the gut.  He drops down to one knee and Cross charges at him with a Shining Wizard!  Cross gets the crowd behind him as he motions for Jacob to get up.

Nora:  Jacob slowly rolls around on the ground, holding onto his head. He pulls himself up on the ropes.  He stumbles back to his knees and Cross gets a smirk on his face.  He hooks his arms one by one under Jacob’s arms. He’s going for Ketteiteki Desaki AKA "Erm...that move he does!" (Tiger Driver '91)!

Chad:  YES!  He connects!  He drops down on top of Jacob and hooks the legs!

One!
Two!
Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here is your winner… Mark “The Dragon” Croooooossssssssssssssss!!!

Cross stands up as “Never Again” by Nickelback plays over the speakers.  The crowd cheers him on as Referee Dylan Roberts raises his arm up.  He stumbles a bit before really getting into it.  He celebrates his win with the fans as the camera switches elsewhere in the arena.






The camera worms it's way through the backstage area until they rest their eyes upon Celeste North. A wind seems to follow her as she moves her way through the backstage area on a mission. There is a stoic, demure look upon her face as she smooths out her black flowing dress. She stops in front of a door and the wind blows through her dress. She doesn't hesitate a second longer as she knocks upon the door.

Tad:  Come in!

Tad;s voice is angry and almost shrill, which deepens the redness to Celeste’s cheeks as she pushes the door open.  She stands in the doorway, glaring at Tad, who looks almost confused by this.

Tad:  Can I… help you?

Celeste:  I sincerely doubt it, because apparently you can’t even help yourself.

Tad:  Oh?  And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Celeste:  It means that you couldn’t keep that nice guy mask on long enough, and you’re a pretty boring bad guy.  You traded in the suit and tie for a tuxedo t-shirt.  You traded in your common sense for the other half of Angel Kash’s brain.

Tad rolls his eyes and clasps his hands in front of him on his desk.

Tad:  Can we hurry this up?  Got an audience member on Grindr that’s wanting to meet up, and we were just getting to trading the good stuff…

Celeste:  Oh, don’t let me stop you from getting d**k pics, Mr. Ezra.

A dinging sound comes over Tad’s phone and he shrugs his shoulders.

Tad:  You are not…

Tad stares at his phone and his eyes light up.  He bites at his bottom lip as he turns his phone at different angles.  Finally, Celeste grabs the phone and goes to put it away when she accidentally catches a glance.  She then begins turning it to different angles before shaking her head and tucking the phone in the chair next to her.

Celeste:  I have decided that I needed to come to you due to some very unfair treatment of me and my ladies.

Tad:  Unfair?  How so?

Celeste:  Wait, is that a serious question?  Because, the answer is pretty damned obvious, Tad.  Any member of The Coven could have been in the Underground Championship Match at Blaze of Glory.  Queen of Apathy?  She earned a one on one match against Angel Kash at Inception, which she did not get.  Then, she gets cheated out of getting a one on one match against Angel Kash last week when Nobility came out and stopped her from getting back inside of the ring. And, as much as you claim to hate Angel Kash, you did nothing to make good with things for Sadie.

Tad listens and nods his head.  Once Celeste stops talking, Tad wipes his eyes and sighs.

Tad:  Them’s the breaks, kiddo.  What else can I say?  Kash and her goons have made a name for themselves by screwing people over.  Le Coven should have kept their noses out of Nobility’s business.  You can thank Jenifer for that one.

Celeste:  Speaking of Jenifer LaCroix… she is getting faulted for defending herself?  For defending me when I was getting attacked literally every time I turned around by those prissy little rich bitches?  No, somebody needed to stand up to Nobility while we waited for your balls to drop.  Jenifer should have been given an opportunity to go after the Underground Championship, or… or at the very least, the Combat Championship.  But instead, you give the shot to someone who never, ever even had a match in SCU?  What kind of shit is that?

Tad:  Celeste, that’s business. Shock is the name of the game, and that’s exactly what Donna and I did.

Celeste:  While ignoring the talent who has been here for a long time, getting beat down and pushed down like a bunch of… Nobodies!  Kelli is undefeated in one match.  Jenifer is undefeated in over a dozen matches!

Tad smirks as he nods his head.

Tad:  Do you know who else is undefeated in closer to two dozen matches, and has been here since the beginning, who you have yet to name?

Celeste:  Who?

Tad:  You!  And do you realize that you are the most deserving of the opportunity?  More so than the rest of the roster, and possibly the only woman never to get a title shot.  But, you are so selfless, and that’s quite honestly very boring.  I could see just about anyone else here holding the Underground Championship, except for you, because you lack guts.  So, if you’re asking me to make things right for Le Coven, then I suggest that you go back to the boiler room and stare into your cauldron with your “sisters” and try to ask Gaia for what you can do to make yourself a better leader, and find that thing that I used to see in you when you first signed your contract with me.  It’s been so nice seeing you, Celeste.

Tad takes his phone back from the chair and begins tapping away at it as Celeste stares at Tad with a look of shock and disgust.  She takes a deep breath and breathes out the negativity.  She lifts her dress up from the floor as she rises to her feet.  She folds her arms in front of her as she bows to Tad.

Celeste:  Blessed be, brother…

Her smile fades from her face as she leans over the desk and slaps the taste out of Tad’s mouth.  Her nostrils flare up as she glares at him.  Tad touches at his cheek before smiling.

Tad:  That’s definitely a great start. Now get the hell out of here.

Celeste shoves over the chairs in front of Tad’s desk, picking one up and shouting as she throws it at the wall, leaving a big dent in it.  She turns on her heels and walks away.  Tad shakes his head as he looks back down to his phone.




Vs
Referee:



[font color=red]Singles Match
Effie Bingham vs Jennifer Williams[/color]

Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, from Kyle Canyon, NV standing at 5’3” and weighing in at 115lb, she is… Effie Binghaaaaaaaaaaaam!!!

Effie appears at the top of the ramp as the base begins and walks down immediately, not even stopping when flipping off the occasional fan. She gets to the apron and pulls herself up. She puts her back to the ropes before winking and flipping herself backwards over the top rope, landing on her feet on the other side. With a evil grin she backs up into a corner, leaning and waiting.

Liam:  Aaaaaaaaaaaand her opponent, from Bronx, NY standing at 5’7” and weighing in at 127lb, she is… Jennifer Williams!!!

Jenny From The Block by J Lo begins to blast all over the speakers. As it does Jennifer Williams makes her way to the ring. She doesn’t sprint, doesn’t yell. She doesn’t do anything but make her way to the ring. She finally claps the hands of some of the fans that have their hands stretched out. She slides into the ring and quickly kips up to her feet. She throws her hoodie to the side and waits patiently for the match to start.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Arnaud:  Effie charges right at Jennifer, who is pandering to the fans.  Effie begins pummeling Jennifer into the corner.

Gena:  She’s f**kin’ her up real good right now.  Effie is a tough bitch, and she’s really showing that now as she spins Jennifer around and slaps her across the face before laying boot to her.

Arnaud:  That’s one way of saying it.  Effie gets Jennifer down to a seated position and then she presses her boot to the side of Jennifer’s head.  Jennifer screams out in pain as she tries to get out of the corner. Referee Constance Salazar begins her count.

1!
2!
3!
4!

Gena:  Effie lets go of the hold before the referee can even get onto her.  She steps away, holding her hands up and nodding her head.  Jennifer gets up to her feet and takes a deep breath as she shoots Effie a death glare.

Arnaud:  And Effie charges right back at her, stomping away at her midsection, getting the crowd to give off a mixed reaction.  Whether it is love or hate, it is strong!

Gena:  Blondes do it better, Arnie.  Effie has been on a tear since she got to SCU, and she’s not going to let Jennifer Williams get in the way of maintaining her streak.

Arnaud: As Jenny from the block falls to a seated position, Effie backs up and then charges forward with a knee to the head! Sandwiched between the turnbuckle and full on knee.

Gena:  She pulls Jenny from the corner and falls back, hooking the legs.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Arnaud:  Jennifer kicks out of that with force.  She is first to get to her feet as she pulls Effie up into a Bulldog position.  Effie shoves her off, and into the ropes.  Jenny ducks under a Clothesline attempt.

Gena:  Effie turns around just in time to get kicked in the f**king face!  Ouch, that’s gotta hurt.  Jenny finally hits that Bulldog she was looking for earlier, and she drops down for the pin.

One!
Kickout!

Arnaud:  Not even close. Effie gets out from under Jennifer, and before she knows it, Effie’s behind her, bringing her down with a classic Neckbreaker.

Gena: She gets back to her feet, bringing Jenny over with a Twisty Side Headlock thingy… I’m still getting used to the names of shit.  Don’t look at me like that, Arnie.

Arnaud:  You call it the way you call it, and I’ll call it the way I call it. That’s why you guys asked us back to the fold for this show.  Oh, Effie keeps the Headlock applied as she might be looking to force Jennifer to tap out.

Gena:  She’s trying to make a statement of who the top bitch is around here, and it sure as shit isn’t Jennifer Williams.  At this point, Effie could be making a beeline for Shannon Middlebrooks, and if I were Shannon, I’d be looking out for her.

Arnaud:  Jennifer gets up to her knees, but Effie isn’t letting this one go.  She continues wrenching the neck as Referee Constance Salazar checks in on her.  Jennifer shakes her head, but Effie applies the pressure.

Gena:  Effie’s not going anywhere.  I’m calling it.  Bitch is gonna pass out any second now and Effie’s gonna win by TKO or whatever the hell it is.

Arnaud:  Jennifer gets up to her feet, but the lights in her eyes are turning off.  She’s fading quick, but she’s fighting.  Her arms flail around as she tries to claw at Effie’s face, but Effie tucks her head.

Gena:  Jennifer begins jamming her elbow into Effie’s side, and Effie loosens the grip.  Jennifer repeats it, and then gets completely out of Effie’s grip.  She bounces off of the ropes, hitting a Shoulderbutt to Effie, sending her back a few steps.

Arnaud:  The crowd cheers for Jennifer, and she bounces off of the ropes as she catches her breath.  She barrels toward Effie with another Shoulderbutt, but Effie kicks her in the gut.  Effie hooks the leg and… Just Electrifying’ (Fisherman’s Suplex)!!! Bridging in for the pin!

One!
Two!
Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here is your winner… Effie Bingham!!!

Effie stands up over Jennifer as “Misery Business” begins playing.  She raises her arms as Constance comes over and assists in raising her arm.  Effie steps over Jennifer, glaring down before a bit of a smirk comes over her face as she walks out of the ring and toward the back.





Effie appears from the curtains looking sweaty and tired. She flashes the camera guy a smile.

Effie: There was never any doubt I would win. It seems that I am on something of a streak in my singles career. And I got this chick with a suplex. I don't get to use that move as often as I'd like. But what I have doubts about is why I was asked to join BFTP when Christian was all too happy to transfer my contract over to underground. But now they needed... no wanted me to be in this tournament. Maybe he thought it would be pay back for tormenting him to have me lose in the first round. Who knows, but I have every intention of working my way up and who knows, maybe my partner really will show that he's not made of lard and petroleum jelly.

She offers a shrug.

Effie: But tonight, I went out there and took down a veteran to the ring, cleanly. With a move that women don't usually use. People may doubt I have the right stuff, but ask Jennifer if she feels the match was particularly unfair?

She laughs, starting to walk away before she stops and looks back.

Effie: I think it's time for a change around here. I think that SCU is finally ready to see what happens when I actually want to win a title…

She taps her chin mockingly before giving the camera man a gun salute and walking away.






Camera looks at John Martinez Blade SCW Combat Championship over his shoulders when his Wife Chanelle Martinez steps inside of the picture with him while Dev Khatri stands besides John.

Dev: Please Welcome your new SCW Combat Champion John Martinez Blade.

Fans Cheering for John.

Crowd:  You deserve it, you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it you deserve it!

Martinez-Blade:: Thanks for having me here Dev.

Dev: A couple weeks ago at Blaze of Glory, you snuck right up behind Eric Weaver from outta nowhere and flipped him over the ropes and won the Combat Championship for the first time ever.  And since you're the Combat Champion, who's your next target John?

Martinez-Blade:  That's a tough decision, Dev. Who knows when I am going to defend this title of mine for the first time on SCU I mean I just won it not too long ago when I beaten up Eric Weaver. and won his Combat Championship on Blaze of Glory PPV.

John is focusing on the satellite screen.

Martinez-Blade:  If Eric Weaver. wants his rematch at my Combat Champion then he knows exactly where to find me because I'm sure as hell not losing this Championship to a stuck up sore loser like Eric Weaver when I totally stole his freedom away at Blaze of Glory and if he does want this title back then all he has to do is fight me in a Last man Standing match on next week's Underground on SCU.

Martinez-Blade: Hell I'll even do a better Idea lets see if I can start an Open Challenge to anyone tomorrow night for my Combat title with something easy to start with on Underground besides Eric Weaver. cause he will get his rematch next week in the Main event for my Combat Championship on Underground.

Dev:  Are you sure about that, Mr. Martinez-Blade? The Combat Championship only gets defended on special occasions…

Martinez-Blade: Word Life Recognize!

Blade and Chanelle Martinez walks away from Dev Khatri when he continues talking.

Dev: there you have it because starting next week John Martinez Blade. will do an Open Challenge against the guy who defeated him last month at Blaze of Glory for John's Combat Championship in a Last man standing match for his open Challenge on Underground. Or anyone who wants a shot.

Scene fades when John and Ms Martinez Blade heads straight towards the Nobility Locker Room..






Vector C. Rodgers and his sister Danni are preparing for their big title match. Gemma Frost walks into the picture as Vector stands up straight.

Gemma: Guys, how prepared are you to take on the dominant trio known as New Foundation?

Vector: We are extremely prepared to tussle with those three harlots. My sister and I are old school. We don't need to say what we are going to do. We will show it. We will let our actions speak louder.

Gemma gives a quick nod as she turns toward Daniela.

Gemma: This must be a huge test. How excited are you for this match?

Daniela scoffs.

Daniela:  I'm not excited. I'm ready. Excited people make mistakes and I will not make a mistake this week. Those broads have no clue what awaits them tonight. Da Throwbacks are here to stay.

Vector and Danni fist bump each other before walking out of the shot.

[Donna Beauchamp]

 



&
Vs
&
Referee:


Concession Stand Match - Hardcore Tag Team Championships

The camera moves to the concession area where Jade Pham is standing by with Liam Gagnon.  Liam clears his throat as he takes a few steps toward the middle of the hall.

Liam:  The following Concession Stand Brawl is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Hardcore Tag Team Championships!!!

Crowd:  *POP!!!*

Liam points over to his left as he raises his microphone up in the air.

Liam:  Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, from Trenton, FL, they are the team of Daniela V. Rodgers and Vector C. Rodgers… they are… DA THHHHHHHHHHHHROWWWWWBAAAAAAAAAAAACKS!!!

“Jump” plays in the arena as Da Throwbacks walk into the shot, getting themselves ready for the match.

Liam:  Aaaaaaaaaaaand their opponents, from Paradise, FL, the team of Ivory Sullivan and Shelby Holt, they are the Hardcore Tag Team Champions…

“Into the Rush” by Aly & AJ begins playing over the arena speakers as Shelby and Ivory enter the shot.  They hold up their titles as the crowd cheers.  They then hand the belts over to Jade, who holds them up as she steps between the two teams.  She holds them over her shoulders as she sends them over to a nearby stage tech. She checks with both teams and then she calls for the bell.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Nora: These two teams have done battle before, but the stakes were never this high.  Da Throwbacks are here to prove that they have what it takes to hang in this division.

Arnaud:  The New Foundation is on a tear, so this match can tear the roof off of this place.  We’ve seen much promise from Da Throwbacks too.

Nora:  Shelby and Danni meet up at the counter, and Danni holds her arm out for an Arm Wrestling contest.  Shelby looks around for a second and then nods her head and accepts the challenge.

Arnaud:  While they hook hands, Vector ducks under a Clothesline from Ivory.  She picks her up into a High Angle Suplex to the hard concrete!

Crowd:  Ooooooooooooooooohhhhh!!!

Nora:  That slap was sickening!  Meanwhile, Shelby is starting to get the better of Danni at the counter.  Danni grunts as she brings both of their arms up vertically.  She uses all of her might as she strains as hard as she can, getting Shelby’s arm almost to the counter.

Arnaud:  Shelby kicks Danni in the gut and then clubs her across the back.  She takes Danni by the arms and throws her over the counter.  Shelby climbs on top of the counter.  She sizes Danni up.

Nora:  Shelby jumps off, and Danni kips up and hits a Dropkick to the stomach of Shelby.  Meanwhile, Vector lifts Ivory off of the floor and send her flying toward the counter.  Danni jumps the counter and lifts Ivory up into a Back Body Drop on top of Shelby.

Arnaud:  Da Throwbacks are setting things up nicely.  They are giving their all, and nobody expected it.

Nora:  Vector charges over and launches over the counter with a Plancha, crashing down on top of Ivory and Shelby.  He hooks the legs.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Arnaud:  Ivory is trying to get out from under the pileup.  However, Danni launches herself over the counter on top of everyone.  She then hooks Ivory’s legs.

One!
Two!
Kickout!

Nora:  Ivory kicks out, but she is wearing thin, and you can tell it by the look on her face.  Danni tries to pull Ivory back, but Ivory reaches around, finding the beer tap hose.  She pulls it down and sprays Danni with it.

Arnaud:  Danni sputters at the stream as Vector knocks it out of Ivory’s hand.  Shelby jumps up onto Vector’s back and shoves his head into the ice bucket.  The crowd is going wild, and…

Fan:  Excuse me?  Can I get a Coors and nachos?

Jade:  Excuse me?  We’re having a match here?

Fan:  Ah okay…

Nora:  The fan turns to walk away when both teams stop and begin throwing nachos at the fan.  The crowd laughs as the fan scurries away.  After a moment, both teams look back to one another cautiously.

Arnaud:  After just a second, the popcorn and hot dogs and nachos and pop begins flying back and forth in a flurry.  As the foam all settles, the crowd gets pumped to see the four brawling in the center of it all.

Nora:  Did I just hear the fryer turn on?  This just took a wild turn.  They can’t possibly let someone get fried, can they?

Arnaud:  I don’t know, Nora.  Things have certainly changed since the rebranding where we were described as too stiff to call the matches.

Nora:  But, the paycheck clears, darling.  The paycheck clears.

Arnaud:  Shelby jumps on Vector’s back, trying to send him over to the fryer as she shrieks, but Danni quickly pulls her off.  She clubs at Shelby, but Shelby pushes her back.  Ivory and Shelby hit dual Superkicks to Danni!

Nora:  Vector spins Shelby around, but Shelby elbows him in the face and then Ivory hits a Codebreaker.  Shelby picks Vector up and hits a German Suplex with a bridge pin, called Ode to Family!!!

One!
Two!
Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here are your winners and STILL Hardcore Tag Team Champions, Shelby Holt and Ivory Sullivan… The New Foundatioooooon!!!

Shelby and Ivory collect their belts quickly before raising their arms.  They talk amongst one another before moving along, stumbling along the way.






The boiler room appears on screen as Powershock is standing with the SCU Underground Championship belt over his shoulder. His wife is looking right at him as Stephen is smirking.

Stephen: We told you. We told you Jerry Cann was no match for Powershock. The Weapon of Destruction as proven time and time again no mortal is ready for his hell. So it don't matter who Tad puts before Powershock. Because they will receive their own shock treatment.

Stephen laughs as Aeriel runs her finger through Powershock's mask. As they are conversing the camera starts fading out.






A video pops up with Denise Andrews standing beside Ella Singleton. She shakes her head at what transpired at Blaze of Glory.

Denise: Blaze of Glory was a travesty. MY Combat championship was passed off to some undeserving squint. This will not do. I promise you. I will hold that championship. I will be heard. No one is safe. The Society comes to SCU.

Denise laughs as she and Ella step out of sight.






The camera moves to the outside of the arena where a commotion has started.  Security lines the staff entrance as a crowd of social justice warriors gawk, their arms folded in dismay and their heads shaking.  Then, the real cause of the commotion starts up.

Chanelle:  We got the cameras?  We got the cameras!  They watchin’ us!

Melissa:  They are, not come on…

Melissa Ruin and Chanelle Martinez pick up their picket signs and tuck them under their arms as they approach the crowd.  They raise them up as they come into the view of the crowd.

Melissa:  We want justice! And when do we want it?

Crowd:  NOW!

Chanelle: I canNOT hear you!  We want justice, and when do we want it?

Crowd:  NOW!!!

Chanelle:  I know that’s right!  The injustice around here is so grave, so injust that I get fired up thinking about it!  Mellie, girl I… I can’t even right now…

Melissa:  Even though Canadian’s are moronic, with completely Left Wing views, bringing about their minor maple syrup fortunes to lead meager and practically meaningless lives…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!

Chanelle:  Okay baby, let’s take this back a notch. The crowd ain’t behind us. They in front of us, not behind us, and that’s where we want ‘em.

Melissa:  If you insist…

Chanelle:  The injustice!

Crowd:  YEAH!!!

Chanelle:  It’s everywhere you lookin’!  We look over there?  Injustice!  We look over here?  INJUSTICE!  We lookin’ right under our noses, and what do we see?

Crowd Member:  OUR LIPS!!!

Chanelle:  No!  INJUSTICE!  I’m so overcome with the blatant biased to certain individuals in this company, that I cannot even begin to further support this company! Not until we see change!

Crowd Member 2:  But… weren’t you just by the side of your husband inside of that building, celebrating him becoming the SCU Combat Champion?  Like, fifteen minutes ago?

Crowd:  BOOOOOOOO! YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT YOU RIGHT WING EXTREMIST!!!

Chanelle:  No comment.  Although, my husband do be lookin’ sexy with that belt around his waist, and nothin’ else.  The things we done, baby. Like…

Chanelle starts to twerk, but then catches herself and straightens herself out, clearing her throat before speaking back into the bullhorn.

Chanelle:  Congrats baby!! Ah-haaaaaa… But we here right now to talk about the injustice!  The travesties that be taking place up inside Sin City Underground is next level bullshit!  The discrimination!  The sexism!  I mean, how they gonna let a straight up man carry around the Underground Championship that Angel Kash just got done defendin’?

Melissa:  Shannon Middlebrooks is a woman.

Chanelle:  Oh snap, f’real?  I thought she was up in there lookin’ like Jack Sparrow bangin’ out two wannabe Disney Princesses like c’mon Elsa!  C’mon Belle!  We got so many Three Ways up in here that I can’t even keep it straight.

Crowd Member 3:  She’s trying to infringe on our rights to love whomever we want, even if it doesn’t adhere to archaic monogamy standards of normalcy!

Chanelle:  Nah, I got friends who dress like chicks even though they dudes.

Crowd:  BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

The crowd throws crumbled up flyers from the protest as they quickly disperse in a cloud of vape.  Chanelle’s mouth hangs open as Melissa shakes her head.

Melissa:  Way to kill the momentum, Chan.  I mean, we almost had them.  Now we’re never going to have our voices heard.

Crowd Member 4:  There’s a white heteronormative American cis female who has something to say!  Let’s listen!

Chanelle squeaks out in anger as she’s about to shout at them, but Melissa takes the thunder and goes on a roll.

Melissa:  The leader of our cause is a martyr!  She stood by her beliefs, and she was stoned at the cross for it!  She felt that everyone should live their lives to a higher standard, and strive for excellence, and instead of being rewarded like she should have been, the misogynistic General Manager Tad Ezra found every way possible to strip Angel Kash of her championship and shove her down like she was inner city property values… but not in the areas where hipsters like to go renovate and charge outrageous prices for “rustic” and “quaint” living.  I mean like you can cash your $200 McDonald’s check at them!  And everybody is just going about their business as if it were just normal.  Well, my sister and I refuse to sit back and let this go unanswered!  Angel Kash was screwed, and we demand that there be justice for Angel!  Say it with me! Justice For Angel!!!

Crowd:  Justice For Angel!!!

Melissa:  Now let’s storm this piece of trash Canadian arena and take out that Canucklehead!

The crowd is blinded by Melissa’s speech and they begin to follow after her while Chanelle shakes her head.


Chanelle: Well ain’t that a…

The crowd, however, thins out as the security team takes them down, stopping them from following after.  Chanelle puts the palm of her hand to her head and shakes it as Melissa trots right past security without a problem, thinking the crowd is still fully behind her.




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Referee:



Liam:  The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiiiiintroducing first, from Las Vegas, NV standing at 5’6” and weighing in at 121lb, she is… Denise Annnnnndrewwwwwwwwwsssss!!!

“Boom Clap” strikes up as Denise steps through the curtain with Amelia by her side. The two glare at the ring while showing disgust on their faces. Denise walks down with a little strut and emulates her father. She slides into the ring as Amelia stays on the floor.

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.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chad:  Reunited and it feels so good…

Gena:  We just saw each other during the break for the Hardcore Tag Team Championship match together.  Were you just looking for an excuse to sing that while Filth and Denise circle one another?

Chad:  Maybe.  Peaches and Herb are classic soul.  Oh!  Denise goes for a quick knee strike, but Angel pushes her out of the way as she circles around.  Denise quickly turns around, but Filth is back against the ropes with her knees up, grinning wickedly at Denise.

Gena:  The fans groan, but they can’t help laughing a little.  Filth comes back to her feet and waves Denise toward her, and Denise obliges, while Filth sidesteps and drops the ropes down, causing Denise to tumble through them and to the apron.

Chad:  Angel goes to Superkick her in the face, but Denise ducks and grabs onto Filth’s neck, choking her against the ropes as she trash talks in her ears.

Denise:  You think you can make a fool out of me, huh?  You think you can make Denise Andrews look bad?

Gena:  Referee Dylan Roberts warns Denise, but she doesn’t pay any attention to him as she continues to choke out her opponent.  Dylan shouts one last time at her before refusing to even count.  He yanks her arm off of Angel’s neck.

Chad:  Denise is awestruck by Dylan’s brash actions.  She doesn’t even know how to react at first until anger takes over.  Rather than striking, Angel sinks into the corner, sticking her tongue out and licking her lips as she watches Denise boil over in anger.

Denise:  How dare you put your hands on me!  Do you know who my father is?

Dylan:  Do I look like I give a shit?! Right now, this is my ring, and my rules! Follow them!

Gena:  Goddamn, Dylan’s laying down the law, and Denise is getting in his face.  She rears her arm back to slap the taste out of his mouth when Angel of Filth swoops in and rolls her up into a pin from behind.

One!Two!
Kickout!

Chad:  A bit of a fast count from the referee there, but Denise still kicks out.  Angel lifts her up to her feet and sends her flying over toward the ropes.  Denise collides hard, and Filth charges right after her with a Body Splash.

Gena:  But Denise sees it with plenty of time, and she rolls out of the way, letting Angel collide hard with the corner.  She takes a few steps backward, and as Filth turns around, Denise flies forward with a boot.

Chad:  On the night of reversals, Filth catches her leg and sweeps the other from under her.  She drops down, wrenching the knee of Denise.  She cackles as she does so.

Filth:  Let’s see you throw kicks after this, Neesey…

Gena:  Filth is really digging into that knee, twisting it and applying pressure.  She’s bound to snap the damn thing off!

Chad:  Denise grabs onto the ropes, and Dylan tells her to let go.  She stares at him for a second, and then nods her head.  She stands up as she bites at her bottom lip and steps back almost innocently.

Gena:  Let’s cut the quaint crap.  She’s eye f**king him like there’s nobody else in the room.  She leans against the ropes as Denise holds her knee, crying out in pain.  Dylan goes to check on her and she literally growls at him.

Chad:  She gets up to her feet slowly, ordering Filth back as she settles into the corner.  Filth narrows her eyes and dives forward with a Baseball Slide to Denise’s ankle, taking her down to her stomach.

Gena:  Angel grabs Denise’s leg and bashes it against the ring post, and that thud is louder than ever!  Denise holds onto it as she cries out.  Filth grabs onto it and bashes it once more as Denise crawls away as quickly as she can.

Chad:  Filth prances around on the outside of the ring in celebration.  Denise favors her ankle closely as Filth dives inside of the ring.  Filth closes in as Denise gets to her feet, stumbling.  Filth shakes her head and hits the Defibrillator (Handstand Dropkick, planting feet to chest)!

Gena:  As Denise lies on the mat, holding onto her chest, Angel of Filth climbs the turnbuckles quickly before taking flight for the Defiler (Flying Headbutt)!!! She hooks the leg!

One!
Two!
Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here is your winner… Angel of Filth!!!





Angel of Filth slides out of the ring as “Killpop” starts playing.  She quickly rushes up to the camera and holds it to her face.  She breathes heavily into it as a smile rushes to her face.  She lets out a laugh as she continues to catch her breath.

Filth:  Shannon!  I really, really, reeeeeeeeeally hope you were watching this match closely, darling.  I hope you pulled out your little notebook, and your little pen, and that you jotted down a few things, because that?

Angel of Filth turns around and steps out of the way to see Dr. Gracie Staggs tending to Denise, despite Denise’s wishes.  Angel of Filth turns around and grins at the camera, licking at her lips and winking at the camera.

Filth:  That right there, inside of that ring?  It will be you when I get my match against you, Shannon.  The only difference is that when I beat you, I will break you.  I will defile you.  I will take back the Underground Championship that I’ve been robbed of time, and time, and time again.  You don’t represent The Underground like I do, honey.

Angel shakes her head, her smile only getting more and more sinister.

Filth:  You might be filthy, and you might be grimey.  Those are the only two things that I respect about you.  But you are more like a sad country song where everything gets taken away but the clothes off of your back, and the bottle of Jim Beam on your motel nightstand.

Angel winks.

Filth:  But this isn’t the backwoods swampland of Dothan, Alabama.  We represent the city of grit, the city of sin, the city of a million lights, but a billion shadowy spaces for filth to fester.  And even though we are in Canada, probably the most boring place on Earth with their lower crime rates and what have you, I am representing Las Vegas.  I bring to you the Underground.  I am the  Diva of the Damned, the Seraph of Sleazy, your Angel of Filth; and I am your next Underground Champion.  That’s a promise that you can take to the bank, bitches…

Filth flicks her tongue as she shoves the camera away.  The cameraman stumbles back a few feet before catching his balance and steadying the shot.  “Killpop” continues once again, and Angel of Filth backs up the ramp, looking down at the mayhem she’s just caused inside of the ring, nodding in approval before disappearing behind the curtains.






Backstage At the Edmonton Expo Center.

Marissa: Please welcome my guests at this time…




Gemma storms in and grabs the mic from her.

Gemma: Bug off.

Marissa walks off and Gemma takes over.

Gemma: Now let me introduce to you the greatest faction in professional wrestling Team *Censored* Canada.

Team Canada steps into frame and you can hear cheers from the crowd.

Gail: Damn Gemma you're looking hot tonight.

Dahlia: Get a bloody room.

Gemma: Right, lets me start with you Stewart, how do fell about teaming with this Winter chick?

Stewart: First off let we say you are looking fine tonight Gemma, as for Winter I like the kid, she’s tough as nails, who enjoys punching people in the face, yeah I think I’ll be fine tonight.

Gemma: So how about those two anti-Canadian hosers, your facing tonight.

Stewart: Easy pickings, Melissa has done nothing but run down this country, and like the old country songs said, when your running down my country, your walking on the fighting side of me, so Melissa Ruin, you can run your mouth about Canada but tonight Winter and myself well we're going to shut it, and Eric Weaver yeah you know you don't want any part of me, after all I’m the best thing I’m the best thing in SCU, present company excluded, of course, tonight Team Anti-Canada get ready to feel a whole lot of Canadian Pride as Winter and myself kick your assess back across the border.

Gemma pumps her fist.

Gemma: Yes, now the Earl and Dahlia, you once again proved why your the greatest tag team in this industry, you beat the Fox brother losers and are once again Double Down tag team champions.

Dahlia: It was so bloody easy, Gemma those two stupid wankers knew they couldn’t beat us and at Blaze of Glory we once again retained what is ours the double down tag team titles.

Gemma: You are both so good, now Earl tonight you are in your hometown in front of your hometown fans and family, are you going to go easy on the Fox Brothers or just kicks their asses.

Earl: I’m going to kick their asses, tonight Gemma is a message sender to every tag team that thinks they have what it takes to set into the ring with Dahlia and me, tonight the foxes walk into the path of the vicious wolves called the Three-way, tonight Gemma, the Fox Brothers aren’t making it of my city in one piece.

Gemma waves to the camera.

Gemma: Bug off we’re done here.




Dev: Hello everyone, Please welcome at this time, the new Combat Champion, Kelli Torres!

So, Kelli, it’s been two weeks since your debut match at SCU. Looking back at it now, how did it feel to walk out as the champion?

Kelli: It has been surreal for me this whole time. While my title reign feels tainted in a way, I know I have to just let that go and move forward. As long as I can prove to everyone that I am a great champion then everything will be okay.

Dev: Any word on who your next opponent will be for the title?

Kelli: Not yet but I assure you all that as soon as I know who it is so will my opponent. Shannon should have been told who she was fighting at Blaze of Glory. I o not want that to happen to me so I want to make sure it never happens to my future opponents.

Dev: Anyone on the roster you want to face more than anyone else?

Kelli: I want to face every woman on the SCU Brand. I want to prove that I belong, a title does not do that, blood, sweat, and tears does. I have to prove to the women of SCU that I belong. That I am not just a champion who got a free pass to the title match. I have to earn the respect from my fellow wrestlers. That starts by me facing them all in the ring.

Dev: Well, I for one would like to see you and Shannon have a rematch.

Kelli: So would I…

Kelli is stopped in her tracks as she sees Jenifer Lacroix.

Jenifer: Bonjour Kelli!

Kelli: Bonjour Miss Lacroix! You looking, good girl.

Jenifer: Félicitations pour avoir remporté mon titre de combat.
(Congrats on my Combat title)

Kelli: C'est mon titre. Je vais le prouver chaque chance que je reçois.
(This is my title. I will prove that every chance I get.)

Jenifer: J'espère. Vous avez pris mon match, vous avez mon titre. Je ne suis pas content de cela, mais je sais que ce n’est pas de votre faute.
(I hope. You took my match, you have my title. I'm not happy about that, but I know it's not your fault.)

Kelli: Je suis désolé c'est ce que tu ressens.
(Sorry you feel that way.)

Jenifer: Bien, assurez-vous de bien en prendre soin car je viens chercher mon titre, que cela vous plaise ou non.
(Well, be sure to take good care of it because I come to get my title, whether you like it or not.)

Kelli: ! That was Japanese for N'importe quand n'importe où, that was french for any time, anywhere!

Kelli and Jenifer shake hands as the camera cuts away.




Canada by Rucka Rucka Ali

“Hello. This is a public service announcement from the Government of Canada.
The Canada is what happens when you put French people in the woods
Ha ha”

Canada,
Is only there till they do something we don't like
I'd like to see them start a fight some day
We'd probably beat them to the ground by 6AM, eh”

Melissa Ruin and Eric Weaver come out to a shower of boos. Eric smirks as Melissa is dancing to her anti canadian song.

“Across the bridge
Them lumberjacks are pulling syrup out of trees
They try to talk but all they know is French
Their claim to fame is being north of the US, yes!”

The crowd keeps booing as Melissa just keeps dancing away at the top of the rampway.

“In Canada
The eskimos all seem to be frozen in time
And no one knows just who their leaders are
All of them hosers have a leaf for a flag,”

Melissa and Eric start to walk down to ringside as Melissa keep bouncing to the song.

“Canada
Is only there till they do something we don't like
I'd like to see them run their mouth at us one day
They'd probably be wiped off the map that very night, ni-i-i-ight”

Melissa and Eric slide into the ring. Eric signals for a microphone as Melissa mocks the crowd.

“Yo it's cold
The royal police riding horses fighting crime
They funny hats and pants demand respect
Just break the law and you'll be fine if you can drive, dri-i-i-ive”

The crowd boos so loudly that they overtake the music being played over the PA system.

Eric hands Melissa the microphone. She tries to get a word in but can’t as the crowd keeping booing the two of them.

Melissa: Shut up!!!!

The crowd keeps the boos going.

Melissa: You’re all so stupid. You boo me just like I want you to. You Canadians are nothing more then my personal puppets. So keep booing your puppet master, that's an order!

The crowds boos start to simmer down.

Melissa: You all sit here and boo me when you all should be happy we would even step foot in this shit hole you all call a country.

Melissa passes Eric the mic but he refuses.

Melissa: See, this is such a shit hole that Eric is refusing to speak to you all! Can you blame him, I mean look at you people. You all look pathetic! Just as pathetic as that one canadian who happens to be the GM Tad Ezra.  

The crowd cheer for Tad

Melissa: Only in this shithole would the worst GM in history get cheered. This guy did the most ridiculous thing any boss can do. First some new chick gets to jump in front of the line to defeat Shannon Middlebrooks, which is very easy to do by the way. And we have a new Combat Champion.

This was not done because it was best for business know this was done because the general manager has a personal vendetta with Nobility and Angel Kash. Tad has made it clear that he does not want Angel to be the champion. He has thrown everything he can and she has been able to overcome all of the odds because of how great she is. So now to make up for his bonehead mistake he decides to give Shannon a contract in which she can cash in at any given time. He knew that she was going to cash it in on Angel like we are expected her to.

Only she had her little peons attack Nobility with kendo sticks. It took all three of them to attack the great Angel Kash, to take the title away. It was so unprofessional of him to do, it was such a great mistake that ended up costing you worthless people the great honor in seeing the Trillion Dollar Princess Angel Kash.

You see Angel is one of the most hardest working wrestlers in the business. She comes in and does what needs to be done to help any company generate the most money. You see like it or not this is a sport, and like any other sport it's all about making as much money as possible. Something that the general manager doesn't understand but he is Canadian so I guess we shouldn’t expect much from him.

I too was not going to be here however me and Eric were given no choice but to show up to this hellhole of a place. So yes Eric and I expect that hardcore tag team title shot next week TAD!

Until then we will take great pleasure in making two Canadian wrestlers look Dumber than they are even though that alone seems like a mission impossible given that they’re Canadian.

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Vs
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Referee:

Jade Pham
>[font color=red]Tag Team Match Match
Team Anti Canada (Eric Weaver and Melissa) Ruin vs (Canadian Pride) Stewart Mason and Winter Elemental[/color]


Liam: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

Melissa: I wasn’t finished!

Liam: Iiiiiiiintroducing first, already in the ring from Chicago, IL he is… Eric Weaver and his partner from Scottsdale, AZ.... Melissa Ruins!!!

The crowd boos the two but then quickly turns to cheers.

Liam:  Aaaaaaaand their opponents. First, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, standing at 6’ and weighing in at 235lb, he is… “The Bounty Hunter” Stewart Maaaaaasoooooooooooon!!!

Stewart Steps on the stage, wearing black pants and combat boots, with Black Handwraps, he takes in the reaction of the crowd, and is joined by Gail Weston, together they walk to the ring, Gail climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, Stewart climbs the ropes from outside and points to himself then climbs down from the ropes, and joins Gail in the center of the ring.

“Broken Dreams” by Shaman's Harvest plays over the speakers.

Liam: And his partner…

The beat kicks in as we all wait for Winter to come out the curtains. A bigger pop is heard at one side of the arena. We see Winter walking through the crowd making her way to ringside.

Liam: On the way to the ring, she is from the all the snowy mountains of Canada!!! Standing at 5’6”, she is a Kawaii Dragon member... Winter Elemental!!!

Winter hops over the barricade as she stares down Melissa. Melissa waves for Winter to get in the ring but Winter just gives her the middle finger as she milks her time by walking around ringside forcing everyone to listen to her theme song. Winter stomps each ring step in a dramatic form. Winter gives Melissa the finger again then turns to look at the crowd as they wave their Canadian flags around, and a smile creeps upon her face.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chad: Eric Weaver and Stewart Mason look to start things off… The crowd is chanting no.  

Gena:
Do they not want to see Eric get a beat down? Well I guess not as the crowd chants yes as Stewart points at Melissa Ruin.

Chad: Well, she has been the one running her mouth. Melissa extends her hand out, Eric turns and looks at Melissa. Eric walks over to Melissa as Stewart goes to his corner and makes a blind tag to Winter.

Gena:
Melissa gets in the ring and runs at Stewart. Stewart moves out the way at the last second. Melissa almost hits the turnbuckle but stops right in time. She turns around to face Stewart.


Chad: Winter jumps on the top ropes as Eric yells for Melissa to turn around. Melissa turns around and gets nailed with a crossbody from Winter!

Gena:
Stewart leaves the ring as Winter gets off of Melissa but kicks Melissa in the gut on the way up. Winter walks to her corner as she and Stewart talk things over. Melissa starts to get to her feet, Winter runs over and grabs Melissa dropping her with a swinging neckbreaker.

Chad: Winter gets to her feet as the crowd chants Canadian Pride. Winter grabs Melissa and gets her to her feet. She sends Melissa to her corner, Eric tags himself in as Winter runs and hits him with a jump kick.

Gena:
Winter points at Stewart as the crowd now chants for The Bounty Hunter!

Chad: They want the hometown star. Stewart can’t help but be so loved here.


Gena:
Add how much they hate Melissa Ruin and one had expect Stewart to get this kind of reaction.

Chad: Eric and Stewart get in the ring, Eric charges and spears Stewart to the mat. Eric gets to his feet with a shower of boos. Stewart gets to his feet, he tries to grab Eric but he ducks it then nails a chop to the chest on Stewart!

Gena:
Eric goes for another chop but Stewart grabs the arm and drops Eric with a judo hip toss. The crowd cheers as Eric looks in shoot. Winter yells to kick his ass as Stewart grabs Eric…

Chad: He tries to grab Eric but Eric hits a leg sweep to trip up Stewart. Both men get to there feet. Eric grabs Stewart to send him to the ropes but Stewart reverses it sending Eric instead.

Gena:
Stewart spins around and times a perfectly hit Discus European Uppercut! Eric staggers back a few steps but falls as Stewart nails a dropkick. Stewart grabs Eric and picks up on over his shoulder.

Chad: Stewart walks over to his corner and drops Eric with a powerslam! Stewart gos for the over!


One…
T…

Chad: Eric kicks out, Stewart gets to his feet but falls again by another leg sweep from Eric. Stewart tries to get up but Eric knees him in the gut. Eric goes to tag Melissa back in the match.

Gena:
Melissa climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off hitting an elbow drop! Melissa Gets up taunting Stewart, Melissa grabs Stewart by his short hair and helps him to his feet. She slaps Stewart in the face!

Chad: Melissa tries to slap him again but Stewart grabs her and turns her around. The Payday!!! ( Half-Nelson Choke) on Melissa as Stewart locks it in the hold in the middle of the ring.

Gena:
Stewart holds on tight which has Melissa tapping out.


Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chad: Stewart keeps the hold locked in as Jade tries to get him to let go. Eric gets in the ring, Stewart lets go as Eric goes for a clothesline. Stewart ducks underneath to get behind him and locks in the Payday!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Gena:
Melissa kicks Stewart on his thigh to force a break up with no luck. Winter gets on the top turnbuckle and jumps off landing on Melissa’s back and locks in Stewart Mason’s Payday on her!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chad: Eric and Melissa start tapping out as Casey Williams and his security team rush the ring to break it up. Winter lets go as Casey slides in the ring. Stewart lets go of Eric as three security guards approach him.

Liam:  Your winners of this match… Winter Elemental and Stewart Mason!!!!!!!

Gail runs to the other side of the ring and waits for Stewart as he exits the ring. Winter slides out the ring as well as security stay in the ring to make sure nothing else happens.





The cameras find themselves backstage to see Tim Staggs standing around with a can of soda in one hand, and a bottle of water in the other.  He eyeballs each one suspiciously, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.  After a moment of doing so, backstage interviewer Marissa Henry walks into the view with a microphone in hand.  She stares at Tim as he contemplates.  She then clears her throat, and Tim gives a cocky smirk and nods at Marissa.

Ted:  Oh, Marissa.  You’re here on time.  That’s gotta be a first for a Sin City Underground interviewer, huh?

Marissa:  Actually, we’re usually very punctual.

Ted:  That’s neither here nor there.  I planned for you to be a few minutes late, so I was trying to decide what I wanted to drink in the meantime.  Sometimes, deciding is so hard.

Marissa blinks as she stares at the two options in his hand.

Marissa:  Water is usually the better option, but since you are not competing tonight…

Ted:  And that is the problem I’m faced with.  Do I go with the safe bet?  The thing that I know better than the back of my hand?  Or do I go for the new, intriguing option?  The one that fills my body with energy?  Gives me the will to keep going in this cesspool of shit and vomit and pissed away potential that I’m swimming in right now?

Marissa:  I get the feeling that we’re not talking about drinks anymore.

Tim claps his hands as he gasps in exaggeration at the thoughts coming out of Marissa’s mouth.  He laughs before shouting out.

Ted:  Ding! Ding! Ding!  Somebody get this woman a prize!  Tell her what she’s won, Bob!  Of course, I’m not talking about beverages.  I’m talking about the two very different yards on each side of the fence that I’m standing on.  Bad Boys versus Eric Weaver.

Marissa:  I guess most of the world thought that since Eric Weaver lost the Combat Championship to John Martinez-Blade at Blaze of Glory, that you might have come to a decision on this matter in favor of the Bad Boys.

Ted:  I am not one to talk about losses, because I prefer to learn from them than to dwell on them.  However, I’ve lost to Blade myself.  He plays mind games, and I’m not about to down Weaver for not realizing it, because the guy comes across as a buffoon.  A total idiot.  A complete moron.  Who would’ve thunk he could play mind games with such a simple mind.  Yet, here we are, both of us having learned that lesson.

Tim shrugs his shoulders.  Marissa tries to find the complement in there, but she can’t seem to do so.

Marissa:  So, you are saying that you are finding yourself leaning toward Eric Weaver for his similar experiences?

Ted:  No, you dipshit!  I’ve gone through hell and high water with Dax and Gianni and Shorty.  They were so full of potential at one point.  They stuck through the thick and the thin and we all grew because of it.  Then, they betrayed me when they brought someone else into the fold without even asking me.  They grew soft in trying to please the new guy instead of making him fall in line like they did with me.  I am a certified hard ass, the real deal when it comes to embodying what it means to be a Bad Boy.  I’m new school, but I have the old school ideology of what it means to be a Bad Boy.  And that is to be a complete and utter d**k inside the ring and out.  To force all eyes to be on me.  To win. And if I’m not winning, then I’m sending a f**king message.  

Marissa:  And what is that message?

Ted:  I’m here to f**k shit up, and I’m not stopping until the shit’s f**ked up.  Whoever is in my way, then sorry, not sorry.

Tim shrugs his shoulders as he waves a censored middle finger in the air as he turns around.  Suddenly, we hear pattering on the concrete floor, and then the wind is knocked out of Tim quickly.  The camera looks around before going down a few paces.

Shorty:  Act like a dick, and you get punched in the dick, Timmy.  Welcome to Dick Punch City, courtesy of the Bad Boys, bitch!

Shorty blows on his knuckles before turning and walking out of the shot.  Marissa stares wide eyed at Tim on the ground, unsure of what to do before walking off.




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[font color=gold]Main Event Double Down Championship
Fox Brothers vs The Three Way (Earl Lockyer, Dahlia Rotten)[/color]

Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Double Down Championships!!! Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, the team of Dahlia Rotten and Earl Lockyer… The THREE WAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Earl and Dahlia step on the stage, Earl Kneels on the stage as Dahlia paces back and forth behind him, they walk to the ring Earl leaps from the floor to the ring apron, Dahlia slides under the ropes, Dahlia leans through the ropes with a smirk on her face as Earl leans over the ropes.

“What Does The Fox Say?” by Ylvis starts to play. The crowd looks up the ramp as they try to see who is coming out. The crowd immediately cheers as Mason and Jason step out onto the ramp, yipping as they cross the stage.  They are soon followed by Martha Fox, and the crowd gets even louder.

Liam: On the way to the ring, the Double Down Champions... the team of Jason and Mason Fox, the Fox Brothers!!!

Jason and Mason find their way to the rampway. The fans cheer as they slap hands on the way down.  They slide inside of the ring as Martha settles into the corner, all smiles, despite the Three Way sending glares in her direction. Jason and Mason get in the ring as they walk around the ring, dancing along to the music before settling into their corner.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Chad: The crowd cheers as the Fox Brothers imitate the yipping sound of the fox as Dahlia Rotten chuckles. Earl rolls his shoulders as he and Dahlia agree that he will start the match. Mason starts it off as well.

Gena: The two men move to the center of the ring and Earl extends a hand for a “friendly handshake”.  Mason shakes his head as Earl tries to make nice, trying to explain that it was all business.  Mason thinks about it for a second as Earl pulls his hand away, laughing. Mason jumps at him, biting his hand hard!

Chad: Mason shrieks as he runs over to the ropes and tries to tag Jason in. Jason shakes his head and points at Mason. Earl stomps his way over to both men, and Mason sneaks a tag on Jason, who is not very pleased.

Gena: Jason glares at his brother as he steps inside of the ring. He smiles at Earl and extends his hand for a friendly shake, nodding as if all is forgiven, but Earl rocks him in the face with a right hook! Martha gasps on the outside.

Earl:  I was joking, you idiot!!!

Chad: Jason pleads with his brother to tag back in, but Mason shakes his head and leans away. Jason pouts, and then points up at the ceiling. As Mason looks up, Jason tags him back in with a slap across the face, causing the audience to laugh. Mason stomps inside of the ring.

Gena: Mason glares at Earl, and then quickly glances to his grandmother who cheers him on. Jason exits, and Mason lunges at him for a tag, but Jason drops to the arena floor, pointing back at Earl. Mason shakes his head and walks backward until he bumps into Earl.

Chad: Earl waves at Mason as he shrieks and nails a punch to the stomach of Earl. He waves his hand as he makes a pained face. He goes for another to the side, but Earl blocks it with his forearm. Mason bounces off of the ropes for a Clothesline, but it doesn’t budge Earl.

Gena: Earl grabs Mason and nails an epic Hip Toss as Mason holds onto his back, not making a sound. Earl goes to pick him up, but Mason trips him up, forcing a tag to Dahlia.

Chad: Dahlia steps inside of the ring, and Mason immediately begins stomping around, hitting rapid punches from each and every side, so quick that Dahlia can’t even block most of the blows. Mason yips as he tries to sweep the legs out from underneath Dahlia, but to no avail.

Gena: Jason tags himself in as Mason gasps and turns around angrily. Jason flies forward with stiff kicks to Dahlia. He dances around, hitting kicks until he grows tired. He rests his leg, but Dahlia nails a Discus Clothesline to Jason. She grits her teeth as she looks down at Jason.

Dahlia:  You bloody wanker!

Chad: Dahlia drops an elbow to Jason’s chest, getting herself back up before putting one foot on his chest.  She then steps fully onto his chest with both feet as she balances herself and Jason shrieks out a terrifying yip.  Ryan Richards begins his count.

1!
2!
3!
4!
GET OFF!

Gena: Dahlia smiles as she slowly steps off.  She kicks her feet back as if covering him in dirt, and then she goes to pick Jason up.  However, Jason grabs her and wraps her up in a Small Package!

One…
Two…
Kickout!

Chad:  Dahlia nearly fell for that one, but she gets up at the last second.  Earl steps inside of the ring and begins throwing punch after punch to the back of Jason’s head.  Mason looks around the arena, the fans and Martha cheer him on as he tries to build himself up.

Crowd:  MASON! MASON! MASON! MASON!

Gena:  C’mon kiddo!  Chin up and balls down… from wherever balls drop from. I’m not a dude.  Mason finally gets inside of the ring.  He jumps onto Earl’s back and begins gnawing at the side of his face.  Earl spins around, trying to shake off the rabid Fox Brother, but it’s no use!

Chad:  A minute ago, it looked like the bad blood might be gone between these two teams, but now it seems like it might be going to new heights.  Earl is trying his best to back into a corner, but Mason keeps using his feet to push them away from it!

Gena:  Jason Fox is getting excited as he charges over to Earl, Dropkicking him, and Mason drags him through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!!!  They are rolling around on the outside as Jason yips with the crowd.

Crowd & Jason:  YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP! YIP!

Chad:  As Jason continues to rile up the audience, Dahlia sneaks up behind with the Black Dahlia (Arm Triangle Choke)!!!  Dahlia locks it on tight, taking Jason down to the ground.  Jason flails around, trying to get out of it.

Gena:  Mason is steady getting the better of Earl on the outside, totally unaware of what’s going on inside of the ring.  Jason is quickly going out like a candle in a shit storm.  He claws at Dahlia’s arm, but it doesn’t do a damn bit of good.

Chad:  Mason finally sees what’s happening inside of the ring.  He pushes Earl off of him and slides inside of the ring.  He is ready to break the hold, but Earl, playing possum for most of that time, grabs onto his legs and drags him outside of the ring, wailing on him!

Gena:  Jason taps out!  He freaking taps out!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Liam:  Here are your winners and STILL SCU Double Down Champions… Earl Lockyer and Dahlia Rotten, the THREEEEEEEEE WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!

Sarah quickly gathers the titles and rushes up to Earl.  Dahlia rolls outside of the ring as she takes her title.  Sarah holds their arms up as “Menage Et Trois” begins playing over the speakers.  Earl and Dahlia snarl at the Fox Brother’s and their grandmother, Martha.  Martha checks on her grandsons, shouting out at them.

Martha:  You scoundrels!  Tonight might not’ve been the night, but you will get what’s coming to you!

Sarah:  Try us, granny! Who has the belts?

Sarah smirks as she rubs her fingertips against the title belts on Earl and Dahlia’s shoulders.  The Three Way share a laugh as they walk backwards up the ramp, and the show comes to an end.