Sin City Underground presents: Underground Ep. 26
Live from Roberto Clemente Coliseum. San Juan, Puerto Rico on Wednesday June 12th, 2019 at 11:59pm PST
Kingingiseisha "Hitamashii" Shirasu is seen backstage outside his locker room. He looks intense, and ready for a fight.
Hitamashii: So, last week in Paris, I issued an open challenge, and Jamie Staggs answered the call, and I defeated him in easy fashion, like I said I would do to anyone who answered the challenge. Now, I have a shot to enter the Warrior's Brawl match by defeating my opponent tonight in Dorian B of the Bad Boy Stable.
Hitamashii cackles and then smiles as he continues to talk.
Hitamashii: Everyone I have faced since debuting here in SCU I have some knowledge of who they are, but I have the foggiest idea who this Dorian punk thinks he is. I will dispose of him like I did the 3 men I have faced thus far, and enter the Warrior's Brawl and emerge victorious in that match, and there will be nobody who can stop me from inserting my dominance and continue to prove that I am championship material.
Hitamashii walks off with a swag in his step as the scene fades to black.
We find ourselves backstage and it is there we are taken to the Williams locker room. Brittany is clad in her trademark red and black attire. She can’t help but chuckle as somebody places a tiara on her head and she looks at her nicely filed fingernails as she slowly brings her attention over to that of her wife.
Brittany: Babe tonight is the night. You and I will go out there and one of us will emerge onward in this Warrior’s Brawl qualifier. I have but one question to ask you when it comes to tonight. Are you really ready to be in the ring with me? Are you ready to stand in the same ring as that of the princess?!
Halo crosses her arms and smirks.
Halo: I been in the ring with you before, I was just standin’ next to you at the time.
Brittany laughs as she shakes her head as she runs her hands through her long curly hair.
Brittany: That is standing though that isn’t actually competing against me. I am a third generational bombshell. That in itself means I am three times better than how my grandfather started off. It’s ironic that we are right here in San Juan because this is the same city in which you could say my mother was produced. When my mother’s alcoholic and drug addicted biological mother slept with one of the locals here. Who would have known that my mother would be birthed out of that and she spent so much of her time pursuing after her father claiming she’s a boricua just to find out that he was Mexican. San Juan might be a tourist city but the best highlight to this city will be that of me proving myself.
Brittany smiles as she looks directly at Halo.
Brittany: Because I will beat you and I will journey onward to the warrior’s brawl where I can keep on proving myself. It just never seems enough when it comes to me. Everyone seems to doubt me and I plan to prove each and every single one of those fuckers wrong. I am the best of the best and I will show that tonight when I step into the ring with you. No offense to you sweetie but I bet our match won’t even last past 10 seconds.
Halo shrugs, her arms still crossed.
Halo: Y’all wanna go out behind the woodshed, I guess we goin’.
Brittany: You mean that’s where I am taking you but it won’t come down to that Mrs. Annis-Williams because you are going to lay down on the mat for me. You are going to let me pin you and we both can be happy. No big fight, no big Seleana and Crystal moment. We aren’t going to give these Puerto Rican idiots what they want. I should get what I WANT the PRINCESS should always have her way. This is my kingdom and I am the Crown Jewel of this entire company. Once you lay down it will be just like the bedroom and what you are comfortable with, and then we can both go back to where we rightfully belong.
Halo can’t help but smirk almost playfully.
Halo: So, you mean I’ll be on top and you’ll be under me then?
Brittany seems a little disgusted.
Brittany: No I don’t think you know how this is going to work…
Brittany gets in Halo’s face. Of course the 5’2 girl is caught looking up to that of the 5’10 Halo. Brittany smiles as she looks into her eyes.
Brittany: No matter what happens I just figured you rather take the easy way out. Let’s not forget who is in charge of the dynasty and who this entire stable revolves around.
Halo glances around the room.
Halo: Funny, I ain’t seen your daddy walk in the room.
Looking back down at her wife, Halo nods pointedly.
Halo: But if y’all think I’m givin’ the head assholes in charge the excuse to get rid of me after two matches, you’ve done lost y’all’s fuckin’ mind! I’m not laying down for you even if there was a house in it for me at the end because i know, the second I’m not fightin’ for what I can get no more is the time they decide they ain’t need the rookie redneck no more either! I’m walkin’ out there, I’m fightin’ you the same way I’m fightin’ everybody else and if that means we gotta go to the woodshed and pay a visit to Cousin Switch, you bet y’all’s sweet little hot ass we’re goin’!
Brittany: Switch what are you my grandmother?! Sorry I’m an urban girl from the rich part of town. I have a little more class than that. What’s going to happen is I am going to climb that top rope and I am going to nail you with my frog splash. I am going to pin you, and go on to claim my prize.
Brittany smiles as she runs her hands through Halo’s hair.
Brittany: Depending on what you bring in that match might just let me know if I should keep you or not…
Brittany smirks as she slowly backs away keeping her eyes locked on that of her wife. Halo nods to the door.
Halo: They got trees here, we can find us one if we need to so we can find us Cousin Switch no problem. Like I said, bet your sweet little hot ass I’mma comin’ tonight!
Brittany: Sounds good… I’ll see you tonight you just better bring it.
Brittany smiles flicking her hair as she leaves the locker room as she keeps her eyes on her wife.
Vs 
Warrior’s Brawl Qualifier Match
Brittany Williams Vs Halo Williams
Liam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Qualifier Match for the Warrior’s Brawl at Into the Void on June 30th, 2019! Iiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, from Los Angeles, CA standing at 5’2” and weighing in at 103lb, she is… “Lil Dream Machine”... Brittany Willlllllliammmmmmmmmmmmmmsssssssss!!!
Jump by Kriss Kross begins to blast across the speakers. As it does Brittany Williams begins to emerge from behind the curtain being accompanied by her wife Halo Annis. Brittany offers a wide grin as paparazzi following begin to snap photos of the two girls. Brittany grins taking in all the cheers as she walks down the aisle wearing her tiara with a cape around her back. Her attire a glittering red and black mix. She slides into the ring moving her hands through her curly (nappy) hair. She takes off her tiara, and her cape. As she waits for the match to begin.
Liam: Aaaaaaaaaaand her opponent, from Hollywood Hills, CA standing at 5’10” and weighing in at 144lb, she is… “HayJo” Halo Willllllllllliaaaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmmmsssssssssssss!!!
Life of Agony’s “Lost At 22” starts up and B-Brat walks out, smirking and twirling what looks like a long necklace as the crowd boos the second generation star. Halo follows behind her looking stoic and simply ready to go seemingly paying the boo birds no attention at all. B-Brat takes her sweet time getting to the ring making sure she milks all the attention she possibly can as she drinks everything in. She makes her way up the steps and slips through the ropes effortlessly, Halo following right behind her. They take the center of the ring and B-Brat walks up to the ropes, flashing hand signals to the crowd as Halo stands behind her, simply raising her right fist to the sky. B-Brat steps back and smacks Halo on the belly, pointing to her as Halo simply stands tall, ready for war.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chad: Brittany wastes no time in rushes over to Halo, bringing her down with a Snapmare, locking on a Rear Choke. She’s taking this match very seriously!
Gena: Even against her own wife, who seems to have let her guard up for that very reason. Halo uses her power advantage to get out of the hold.
Chad: Brittany looks shocked as she stares up at Halo, who is already back to her feet. Brittany waves innocently as Halo glares for a second.
Gena: It’s like she’s telling her that it’s not personal. Halo reaches down to help Brittany up, but Brittany nails an Arm Drag, keeping hold of the arm as she wrenches it between her legs.
Chad: Like mother, like daughter. Dangle a title in front of either of them, and they’d bury their own mothers! I’d put six figures on that.
Gena: Yeah, about the “six figures” comment… Halo uses her free arm to get up, pulling Brittany up with her. Brittany is hanging from her arm like its a branch.
Chad: But Halo is lifting her like she’s a ragdoll. She uses her other arm to grab onto Brittany and hoists her up for a Powerbomb, crashing hard against the mat.
Gena: Well, it broke up the hold, and Brittany is rolling around on the mat. Halo gets back up and picks Brittany up from the mat and sends her flying into the ropes.
Chad: As Brittany comes back, Halo picks her up for a Spinebuster, shaking the ring. Brittany cries out as she holds onto her back. Halo stops her offense and leans down to check on Brittany.
Gena: Brittany cries out and Halo speaks softly to her. Brittany holds onto her back as she tries to get up. Halo looks to the referee and calls out for a medic. She tangles her fingers in her hair.
Chad: As Halo turns around to yell for the medic to do it faster, Brittany kips up and Dropkicks Halo into the referee. As Halo turns around, she receives the Stay Down Noob! Lionsault!
Gena: Brittany is so proud of herself as she jumps up and down, celebrating. She then leans down and hooks the leg, throwing up her finger to count along with the referee.
Chad: Except the referee hit their head on the corner during the scuffle, and is unable to make the count. Great plan, Brittany.
Gena: Brittany throws her finger up in the air counting once more before looking over to see the referee on the ground. She shouts out at them.
Brittany: Hey! HEY! Get up and do your fucking job!!!
Chad: Brittany is able to drag the referee over toward Halo. She roughly “taps” them to get their attention before hooking the leg once more.
One!
Two!
Thr-KICKOUT!
Crowd: *POP!*
Gena: I think the crowd wants to see the match continue, or maybe they want to see the end of this marriage, the way Brittany is going about this.
Chad: Brittany kicks her feet angrily, throwing a tantrum. She gets up and points down to Halo. She begins shouting at them again.
Brittany: Do you need to go back to elementary school to learn to count to three?!
Gena: The referee raises their eyebrows, glaring at Brittany for a second. Brittany is ready to slap the referee when Halo grabs her hand at the last second, talking sense into her. She shakes her head and points to the bell.
Chad: Brittany nods her head and waves the referee off. Brittany starts to get back into her fighting stance when the crowd goes silent for a second, before erupting into one of the biggest booms we’ve heard in a long time, and for what?
Gena: Dumb shit! Look at the ramp! It’s Alicia F’n Lukas, man! The SCW Bombshell Champion is on the stage, her belt propped up on her shoulder as she watches Brittany, shaking her head.
Brittany: GET HER OUT OF HERE! SHE DOESN’T BELONG HERE!!!
Chad: The crowd is laughing as Brittany demands Alicia be ejected from ringside. However, Alicia begins walking down the ramp, stopping half way. She points at Brittany… or behind her, rather…
Chad: Holy shit! Halo lifts Brittany up and lands an Atomic Drop of epic proportions! As Brittany stares up at Halo, Halo mutters that it’s just business before hitting the Black 13 (Claymore Kick)! She then drops down and pins Brittany without hesitation.
One!
Two!
Three!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Liam: Here is your winner, advancing to the Warrior’s Brawl at Into the Void… Halo Williammmmmmssssssssss!!!
Alicia smirks as she walks back up the ramp. As she reaches the stage, General Manager Tad Ezra is there with an envelope in his hand, which he slaps into Alicia’s palm as she passes by. Tad winks at the ring. “Lost At 22” begins playing over the speakers as Halo lifts herself off of Brittany. She raises her arm with the aid of the referee. She cools off for a second before leaning down to help Brittany back up to her feet. Brittany throws Halo’s arm off of her as they exchange a few words. Halo looks almost apologetic as she follows after Brittany, who is storming off angrily.
We are taken backstage to the locker rooms, where Mark "The Dragon" Cross is tying boots and taping hands ready for the next matchup.
He is joined by Gemma Frost, who drew the short straw following news of Dev Khatri's run-in with The Dragon and a set of night-vision goggles.
Gemma: So are you and Valentina are a thing?
The Dragon: Wow you don't screw around do you? No we're not. In fact, I'm going to ask Tatsu Ikeda to go for ramen after we retain our titles. She thinks I'm cute.
Gemma: I saw your exchange of...cute gifs...with your opponent, interesting tactic.
The Dragon: Every opponent is different, including how you get under their skin. My methods are strange sometimes, but it's all part of the plan.
Gemma: So you're a few weeks away from the break that you earned?
The Dragon: Ugh, yeah don't remind me. Do you want some time off?
Gemma: I mean yeah, that'd be cool. Can we do that?
The Dragon: ...probably not. Anyway, I figured it was time to pay Lachlan Kane and Sierra Williams a visit on the big show.
Gemma: You know they're not the Champions anymore right?
The Dragon: I do now! Japanese dojos halfway up mountains generally don't have good 4G reception, I'd just got WiFi back…
Gemma: ...and Valentina's gone in hard on them, it almost needs to become a thing now right?
The Dragon: Pretty much. Besides, this is deeper than who holds what belt. I carved a career out of winning huge matches in front of bumper crowds...Underground was supposed to be nothing more than a way to stay ring sharp while my protege recovered from injury, but then I found a partner who is way more adept at watching my back than I expected…
Gemma: You guys do look the real deal out there, surprisingly…
The Dragon: Who would have thought that a few months ago? Anyway...I want to get back to scalping opponents of real championship quality night in, night out. Just because I had the ability, it wasn't always a top priority for me. Taking home a second title, it'd have been a nice bonus, but teaching those two they were wrong to write us off as nobodies? The taste of that will be so much sweeter.
Gemma: Sounds like Sin City Wrestling are on notice to watch out for a few cameo appearances from the Fire Dragons then. Thanks Mark, and thanks for not pranking me…
The Dragon: Big D told you about that huh? Didn't see the funny side?
Gemma: Not so much…
The Dragon: Aww!
The cameras swerve across the crowd of Puerto Rico as they wave their support in the form of signs and body paint and other merchandise for several stars and bombshells. Just then, “Sueltate y Toma” by Reggae Black begins playing over the speakers and the fans go absolutely nuts!
Liam: On his way to the ring, from South of the Border, standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 177lb, he is "Senor Hell Yeah"... Ahuuuuuuuevooooooooo!!!
A red light shines from behind the curtains. As they open, the figure of Ahuevo is seen standing there. He bounces around to the beat of the music. He charges down the ramp, and as he makes it to the ring, he leaps through with a somersault, kneeling on one knee in the ring. He looks out to the crowd, pointing across them all in a circle. He then runs up the turnbuckle and does a flip off of it, landing on his hands as he walks across the ring to his corner on them before coming down to a crouching position as he reaches out for a microphone. He stomps to the center of the ring and throws his head back and shouts.
Ahuevo: ¡Hola!
Crowd: ¡Hola!
Ahuevo: ¡El señor Ahuevo está de vuelta, chicos y chicas! [Mister “Hell Yeah” is back, boys and girls!]
Crowd: *POP!*
Ahuevo: Cuando te detengas a pensar cuánto tiempo ha pasado, y lo que hice por última vez dentro del ring de lucha libre, podrías preguntarte "¿Dónde has estado, bendejo?" Me lastimé en hace un tiempo by Powershock. Me ocuparé de eso muy pronto.
[When you stop to think about how long it has been, and what I last did inside of the wrestling ring, you might wonder to yourself "Where have you been, bendejo?" I got injured a while back by Powershock. I will deal with that soon enough.] Ahuevo stops for a second and looks around as the crowd almost seems confused as to why he is so calm about this. He shrugs his shoulders and then begins to pace across the ring back and forth anxious.
Ahuevo: Todo es parte del negocio, mang. Dax Beckett fue mi último oponente digno.. Realmente muestra de qué se trata esa división, y desde entonces no ha habido un oponente honorable. ¡Pero! Si él no va a tratar de recuperar lo que era suyo, entonces es hora de que intervenga y lance el desafío. Tad Ezra! ¿Qué debo hacer para demostrar que valgo la pena intentarlo de nuevo? Todo mi entrenamiento me ha preparado para esto y tengo que intervenir para que esta división ya no sea una broma para los fanáticos. Haré lo que sea necesario, y finalmente ganaré el Combat Championship. Believe that!
[It is all part of the business, mang. It is the risk you take when you fight so hard for the spot you want. Dax Beckett was my last worthy opponent. He really shows what that division is about, and there has not been an honorable opponent ever since. But! If he is not going to try to take back what was his, then it is time for me to step in and throw out the challenge. Tad Ezra! What do I got to do to prove that I'm worth another try? All of my training has prepared me for this and I have to step in so that this division is no longer a joke to the fans. I will do whatever it takes, and I will finally gain the Combat Championship. Believe that!] Ahuevo stops as the fans begin to chant.
Crowd: Señor Hell Yeah! Señor Hell Yeah! Señor Hell Yeah!
Ahuevo throws his hands in the air to keep the chant going. After several rounds of that, Ahuevo brings the microphone back to his mouth.
Ahuevo: And now, so that everyone in the back can understand me, I want to tell you that I am back, and I’m not going anywhere. Anyone who has a problem with the only masked lucha to ever step through these ropes, you can take it up with me right here, inside of this ring, at any time. Leave the insults at the steps, chicos. Papi El Fuego right here knows he has a lot to prove, and there are a lot of new faces around here to do just that! I always loved a challenge. You know I got some unfinished business with Powershock for everything that he did to me, and when I say that I will handle it, believe that! All in good time, mang. Until then, Señor Hell Yeah is up for any and all challenges, on his way to the Combat Championship. Now let’s get this party started for real, niños! Ahuevo drops the microphone and kicks it to the corner. He quickly rolls through the middle and top rope and to the outside. He runs around the ringside area as he slaps hands with the fans. He then finds an extra rowdy section of the crowd and he leaps up onto the barricade, getting the chant going again.
Crowd: Señor Hell Yeah! Señor Hell Yeah! Señor Hell Yeah!
Ahuevo acts like a rock star and turns around, falling back into the crowd as they surf him around excited to see him back.
Recorded EarlierA surveillance camera clicks on with night vision to see Valentina lying in her bed. She is wearing an eye mask, and she rolls over onto her side. A few moments in, we see a black latex shimmer from the corner of the screen. After a second of this, the shimmer takes form of Winter Elemental. She opens up the window, taking caution to do it slowly and quietly.
From there, Tatsu Ikeda comes tumbling in through the window. Winter gestures hard, but quiet as Tatsu steps up to her feet and holds onto her cheeks. Valentina tosses and turns, but does not wake up. Tatsu pulls a cord out of her backpack. She whips it up around the chandelier. She points to Winter, who does a Cartwheel to stand in front of the rope.
Tatsu hooks the rope around a hook on Winter’s back. She then begins pulling the rope and Winter rises up. She begins swinging wildly and smacks into the wall. Valentina sits up and looks around, but the blindfold stops her from seeing anything, and she collapses back to the bed. Winter steadies herself as Tatsu lowers her down.
Winter picks up Valentina’s phone off of the nightstand and she taps away at it. She sets it back down and adjusts it so that it looks like it did before she tampered with it. She then tugs on the rope. This startles Tatsu, and she drops the rope. Tatsu grabs onto it, and it pulls her up in the air a bit as Winter hits the floor. Tatsu crashes down next to her.
Valentina lifts up her blindfold, but she doesn’t see Tatsu and Winter on the ground in the dark. She stares around for a second before turning over in her bed. Winter and Tatsu high five each other. They look around and then close the window, walking to the door and exiting the room. The door slams as we hear Winter yell from outside as Tatsu giggles.
Winter: Shit! We were pretty smooth with that…
Merlot: How doing!? Merlot Ayano’s smiling face appears on the screen as the picture comes to life.
Merlot: No match tonight for Sin City Underground. But is okay. Will still receive your fill of Merlot! She snickers a bit at her own bad joke.
Merlot: Anyway, wanted to talk a bit about last match. Was crazy, hai? She nods her head.
Merlot: Like said before bout, Merlot had heard much things about Denise. Heard about ferocity. Heard about intensity. Heard about temper. Those things no scare me. No, no, no! Just made me even more excited to meet in ring. She nods once more.
Merlot: Denise? You fought hard out there, hai! Certainly lived up to the expectations. However, made one itty-bitty mistake? The camera zooms in a bit on Merlot’s face. Her smile fades.
Merlot: You tried to disrespect me. The camera lingers on Merlot as she stands in silence for a moment.
Merlot: Can deal with jabs. Can deal with petty insults. But will not deal with disrespect. Am warrior. And will be treated as such when step into ring. Message goes out to Denise and everyone else path might cross in future. There’s one more head nod before her smile returns.
Merlot: With win, was able to cash ticket and gain entry into Warrior’s Brawl. Big match! Big moment! In her excitement, a tuft of hair fell into her eyes. She used her hand to brush it aside.
Merlot: Am new to SCU. People no really know what I can do. People no really believe in me yet. Makes me underdog, just a little. But, Warrior’s Brawl is chance for all to learn! Am aiming straight for the top! With that, the picture fades out.
Vs 
Warrior’s Brawl Qualifier Match
Hitamashii Vs Dorian BLiam: The following contest is a Warrior’s Brawl Qualifier Match and is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiiiiiiiintroducing first, from Himeji, Japan standing at 5’8” and weighing in at 192lb, he is...Kingingiseisha "Hitamashii" Shirasu!!! The opening riffs of Fire In Our House by Astral Doors hits the speakers and Kingingiseisha “Hitamashii” Shirasu comes out to the stage, looking smug, and stands there as the crowd gives him boos. Hitamashii walks from one side of the stage to the other with a swag in his step before he looks around the crowd, and starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head with his nose in the air to look at the crowd, their faces showing that they do not like the way he is looking down upon them. Hitamashii lowers his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Hitamashii climbs up to the apron and steps between the top rope and the middle rope, looking around at the fans as they continue to boo him.
Lights go down low as "Starboy" by The Weeknd bounces through the speakers in a seductive tone and Dorian Brown comes out in a brown leather biker jacket and matching pants. He has a bar of chocolate in his hand and he bites a piece off the tip before handing it to a fan along the aisle. He swerves them hips before he rips off the pants to show off his silky tights that have chocolate bar brick prints over it. He loses the jacket to show off his body, moving hands up and down stomach and chest.
Liam: Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the Memphis native weighting in at 224lb and standing at 6'1 he is Dorian Brown!!! Dorian comes to the ring as he gets on the apron. He puts one leg through the ropes and stops to swerve his hips again but with more power this time. He comes inside that ring and drops to his hands and knees as he moves across the ring seductive until he gets in the corner. He stands up and lick his lips as he watches the audience fall under his spell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Chad: The crowd is afire tonight as Hitamashii looks at Dorian with a look that seems to ask why Dorian is inside of the ring. Dorian flexes his glistening muscles as they dance under the lights. Gena: Dorian bats for a different team, and that team is lucky, because I would climb that man like a fucking tree if he didn’t. Dorian comes to the center of the ring and begins throwing hands with Hitamashii. Chad: Hitamashii is blocking to the best of his abilities, but he seems a bit stunned. Once he gets a bit of distance, he looks to the referee and mutters something which Dorian takes offense to. Dorian: Bo, what you say about me? Aww hell naw, dag! Gena: Dorian comes back at Hitamashii harder this time. Hitamashii looks stunned by what the referee says to him. It’s like it finally clicked that this is his opponent inside of the ring with him. Chad: Hitamashii begins throwing kicks at Dorian, breaking up his stride a little, but not completely. Dorian continues to throw jabs. Hitamashii starts slow, but eventually he gets the better of Dorian. Gena: He’s getting rapid kicks to Dorian, gaining the full advantage as he backs Dorian into a corner. He hits repeated Shoulderbutts to Dorian’s midsection. Chad: Dorian hunches over after Hitamashii hits six of them. Hitamashii backs up and then charges forward with a Body Avalanche! Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Gena: With such style, it’s hard to see why the fans hate Hitamashii so much. But then you hear him speak, and you get your answer. Chad: Dorian holds onto his ribs as he rolls around on the mat. Hitamashii picks Dorian up from the mat and sends him into the ropes. As Dorian comes back, Hitamashii ducks for a Back Body Drop, but Dorian twists back into a Rear View! Gena: And then he plants Hitamashii face first onto the mat with a Reverse Facebuster. He rolls Hitamashii over onto his back for the cover. One!
Two!
Kickout!
Chad: Hitamashii gets a shoulder up and pushes Dorian off of him. He backs up to the corner and pulls himself up, crouching as he prepares for a charge by Dorian. Gena: However, Dorian gestures at his nose as we see a trickle of blood coming from Hitamashii’s nose. Hitamashii notices it, and angrily charges at Dorian. Chad: Dorian evades each punch with his arms tucked behind his back. As Hitamashii gives the right opportunity, Dorian Headbutts him right between the eyes. He then drops him with an Evenflow DDT and covers again! One!
Two!
Kickout!
Gena: Hitamashii with the shoulder up, though he is definitely feeling the effects of that one. Dorian gets up to his feet and sends Hitamashii to the corner. He follows him up and jumps onto the middle rope, grinding his hips in Hitamashii’s face! Crowd: Hahahahahahahahaha!!!
Chad: Such disrespect… Dorian jumps down and brings Hitamashii over with a Monkey Flip, but Hitamashii twists, landing in a Bridging Pin! One!
Two!
Kickout!
Gena: Dorian gets a shoulder up and Hitamashii waits for Dorian to get up to kick him in the gut. As he falls back into the corner, Hitamashii comes out of nowhere with the Concrete Heart (Dragonrana)! Chad: Hitamashii waits for Dorian to get back to his feet. As he does, he charges at him, looking for Farore's Wind (knee strike/Rain Trigger)! Gena: But Dorian moves out of the way! The official is right in the line of fire, but they move just in time. They scold Hitamashii, warning him as they clap their hands together. Chad: Hitamashii nods his head, understanding. Maybe a little too much, actually. Dorian comes up behind him and goes to Superkick him, but Hitamashii ducks under it, and Dorian’s foot collides with the referee! Gena: He tried to slow it down, but he still made impact. The referee crawls to the ropes and signals for the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Liam: As a result of a disqualification… Your winner, advancing to the Warrior’s Brawl… Hitamashiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Dorian sinks to his knees and holds his head in shock and disappointment. Hitamashii comes out of nowhere, hitting the Farore's Wind he was looking for earlier in a show is horrible sportsmanship. He then holds his own arm up as he celebrates his mental feat as “Fire In Our House” plays over the speakers. The crowd couldn’t be any less happy over the result as Hitamashii exits the ring and walks up the ramp to the back, celebrating all the way.
The camera focuses on the face of Alex Rush as he peeks his head around the corner, looking around shiftily, his eyes darting back and forth. He smiles wildly as he walks around the corner but stops in his tracks.
Alex: Oh bird droppings, not the normal ones, the ones with the green in it like it's been on the salad but we know that's not true cause birdies don't eat salad. The camera switches across the hallway to see an irate Tad Ezra looking around the backstage area.
Tad: Where is that fucking tool of an idiot? He's got a match coming up soon! The camera darts back towards Alex who is scratching his head as he looks at his boss. A grin crosses his face as he reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a light bulb and holds it above his head. The light bulb flashes bright as Alex looks up at it confused.
Alex: Well, that was clever. He shrugs his shoulders and throws the light bulb over his shoulders. A plopping sound can be heard and Alex looks at a crew member, just about to eat a bowl of soup, now with an extra light bulb in it. Alex smiles.
Alex: Wanted to make it lighter for ya. He rummages through his pocket, pulling out a tea spoon before discarding it, a bouncy ball, which his throws towards a wall, only for it to whizz back past his head and finally, something that can not be seen by the camera.
Alex: Perfect! The camera cuts back across to Tad, looking around for Alex but a man dressed in Alex's clothes and a lucha mask walks past Tad. Tad looks at him with suspicious eyes.
Tad: Who the hell are you? Alex stops and looks towards him.
Alex: Don't you know who I am? I'm the Masked erm, Dragon Todd. Instantly, Tad clinches his jaw.
Tad: Fuck, did we hire yet ANOTHER damn Dragon… Wait, Rush? Alex: If you insist! Alex starts to walk away slightly faster but Tad quickly catches him and puts his hand on Alex's shoulder.
Alex: Aw monkey nuts! Alex turns around and looks at the not so happy Tad and shrugs his shoulders.
Alex: I am the masked... whatever I said I was sixteen seconds ago. Tad: No, you're not, so stop jerking me around. You have a match coming up and you're dressed like that. Alex: I ain't jerking you around, I never jerk anyone around when there's cameras about, it get messy and the next thing you know, you're on some tabloid newspaper, where it don't look pretty.... Ummmm, that's what I would say if I was that Alex guy you spoke of, but I'm the masked.... something, luchadorio extremeo! Tad: You're Alex Rush and you're a fucking idiot. Alex: Bit harsh Todd. Tad: Tad.Alex: Nice to meet you, must dash! As Alex turns around, Tad quickly jumps in front of him.
Tad: The fuck is going on with you? You’re practically shaking. You’re not facing Powershock. You’re facing Vector C. Rodgers for crying out loud, mate. Alex: Look mate, lemme give you the anorexic stick. Tad: The what? Alex: Ya know, the skinny. Tad rolls his eyes at Alex but waves his hand to continue.
Alex: I ain't a combat wrestler, right, cause I can't do all that fancy stuff that takes years to train for so that takes me out of thirty three point three three three three three three. Tad: While we're young… Alex: Well, technically, that three can go on forever cause it's like infinite, but yeah, takes me out of that much of things I can do here. I can't go for like the teamy stuff cause Kale ain't here and he's gonna be World champion in SCW soon, and I don't like fighting birds, they scratch and they claw and it's all fun and games in the dungeon in my house, where there's like whips, chains and a trained medical person on standby. So that makes it sixty six point six six six six six siiiiix… Alex slows down as he looks at Tad staring a hold right through him.
Alex: Things I can't do here, so I look at ya underground division thing, and after the other week, clearly, I ain't much of a wrestler, even though I was doing things I ain't ever done before or knew I could do. It was like someone possessed my body and said hey, you know that Rush guy, let's turn him in to someone who's not that Rush guy so no one recognizes him and make him do stuff he'd never do. That would involve injuring people. Alex waves his finger.
Alex: So that ninety nine point nine nine nine, and the rest things I can't do here. What I can do here is run around in a lucha mask and make out I'm spiderman for people to have their pics taken with, so I'm gonna do that and save whatshisface that I'm facing tonight a trip to the hospital. I am gonna be the best lucha macho man ever! Tad shakes his head and glares at Alex for a second.
Tad: Luchas literally are wrestlers. And so was Macho Man! If you want to wear a fucking mask to the ring, then I don’t give a shit! But you’re going to that ring, and you’re going to put asses back in their seats! I know that you know all about breach of contract, because you called it out on Twitter a few weeks ago. Now, I gave you two weeks to get your head on straight. You’re in a match, and I expect you to go out there and fucking put on a match! Understood? Alex: Nu uh, I ain't going to the ring, and you can't make me, nu uh, no sale pal! Just then, Ahuevo walks down the hallway and his eyes almost seem to be on fire. He looks at Alex’s hair sticking messy out from under the mask, and the sideways nature of said mask. He crosses his arms and looks over at Tad.
Ahuevo: This bendejo mocking lucha libre? You need me to put him in his place, mang? Tad moves his glare from Ahuevo to Alex, and then turns his head to the side as if asking Alex the same question. Alex sheepishly points off camera.
Alex: So yeah, ring that way then. Alex waves at Tad and to Ahuevo.
Alex: Like ya mask. Ta-rah for a bit. Alex walks off camera as Tad looks at Ahuevo.
Ahuevo: Was that gufear gringo for real, ‘mano? Tad: It’s hard to say, but I kinda think so? Anyway, welcome back. Now get your ass out of my face! Ahuevo: Bet that’s the first time you ever said that, broki. Ahuevo laughs to himself as the fans laugh with him, leaving Tad fuming in the hallway again.
We can hear the heavy breathing as heels frantically click against the tile floors of the backstage area. A loud slamming sound is heard as if a heavy door has just closed down the hallway. We see Dev Khatri walking down the hallway with a cupcake in his hand. He licks his lips as he looks at the deliciousness of the chocolate ganache filling overflowing with shaved chocolate pieces sparkling on top. He lifts it up to take a bite when he suddenly takes a deep breath, but it is too late. Valentina tries to skid to a stop, but instead, she meets with Dev, and her shoulder shoves the cupcake right into his face. It drips down his face and to his suit as Valentina hisses at her mistake and covers her face.
Valentina: Dev, I’m- Dev: Damn Fire Dragons! You all seem to love hitting me in the face with things! What did I do wrong? Valentina: Nothing, I promise. That was a complete accident, papi. I was trying to rush to get ready for my match. It seems that the Kawaii Dragons played a prank on me and messed up the address for the venue in my phone. We wound up on the other side of town by the time this show started. Dev: People were starting to worry backstage. I thought that you were friendly with the Kawaii Dragons? Valentina: Friendly we are. We would not let business interfere with our acquaintanceship. But that business is about mine and Mark’s Hardcore Tag Team Championships. It’s bad enough that they pranked me and made me run late to the show. Now Mark and I do not have much time to discuss strategy for tonight. Meirda- Valentina’s voice trails off as Dev cracks a smirk.
Dev: You need “time to discuss strategy”? Like, in a Future Man sort of way? Valentina: Llegar de nuevo? Dev begins grinding his hips in a very unappealing, unrhythmic sort of way.
Dev: You know? Doing the horizontal tango? Mashing in your nasty puzzle pieces? Valentina: You are what I have recently learned to be “repugnant”. What I do with my gatito is not your business, or anybody elses. Dev: So, you and Mark are not dating? Valentina: Not your business. All you need to know is that I am very happy, and I have my eyes on someone. And what is your business is that tonight, I am going to take this- Valentina reaches into her bag and she pulls out her Hardcore Tag Team Championship belt and she holds it up for the video to pick up.
Valentina: and I am going to go to the ring and prove why I am the champion with Mark. If you have any other questions about my relationship with Mark, then please, refer to the hand, puto. Valentina flips her ponytail over her shoulder and she walks off, stopping only to get one of the cupcakes that is still out on the table. She walks off as Dev yells back at her.
Dev: I didn’t even get to ask you about Sierra Williams and Lachlan Kane! Damn, that should have been my starting point. Why do we even care who is dating in this game?
Vs 
Warrior’s Brawl Qualifier Match
Alex Rush Vs Vector C RodgersLiam: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Warrior’s Brawl Qualifier Match!!! Gold stars start to flash around the stage entrance as the arena lights start to drop out and a voice is heard saying "Do you wanna get rocked?" The name Alex Rush appears on the screen and the fans instantly burst in to cheers as Def Leppards "Let's Get Rocked" blasts through the speakers.
Liam: From Westminister, London, England, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is Alex Rushhhhhhhhhhh!!! Smoke appears at the top of the ramp as a spotlight hits the entrance way to see the back of a long haired man with one hand in the air holding up the devil horns sign. He turns around to more cheers as the spotlight shines on the face of Alex Rush! A line of security as seen either side of him as the lights brighten to show fans "held back" by security at the top of the ramp. Alex is wearing black leather pants with a red stripe down either side, a white shirt with the devill horns hand sign on in a faded gray colour. Around his wrist, a multi coloured scarf is tied. He looks to the held back fans and wave a hand at them in a presidential fashion before making his way down to the ringside area. Alex steps up the steps and through the middle and top rope and in to the center of the ring, his arms in the air with the devil horns sign as gold sparks fall from the roof. Alex reaches down, removing his shirt and throws it to the crowd as he waits for his opponent.
Liam: Aaaand his opponent, from Trenton, FL standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 204lb, he is… Vector C. Rodgerrrrrrrs!!! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: Vector C Rodgers makes a return after a long absence. At least ring rust shouldn’t be a concern, because he’s facing Alex Rush. Chad: Hopefully he’s wearing kevlar, especially around the stomach. Unless he likes the possibility of internal bleeding. Gena: We’re such bitches, Chad. Let’s give Alex the benefit of the doubt, even though he’s sitting there getting a chant started, even after the bell rings. Crowd: Light my crotch on fire… Mr. Fire Crotch! Light my crotch on fire… Mr. Fire Crotch!
Chad: Vector grabs onto Alex and punches him in the face! I swear his eyes just rolled to the back of his head before collapsing into the ropes. Gena: Vector is on the attack as he rains down clubbing blows to Alex’s head. Alex holds his hands up, almost as if asking Vector to stop, and eventually the referee asks him to give Alex some space. Chad: Alex points over behind Vector with an astonished look on his face. As Vector turns to look, Alex slaps him across the face, and then pats him a couple of times for good measure. Gena: Vector doesn’t take too kindly to it as he grabs Alex and Irish Whips him across the ring. As Alex comes back, he ducks a Clothesline and bounces off of the ropes. Chad: He comes charging back, and Vector turns around just in time to get head from Alex… straight to the stomach. Alex stares wide eyed and shakes his head. Think he felt that? Gena: I’ve partied with Alex already, and I can tell you that with his party tray, I’m pretty sure he’s not feeling a fucking thing… I promise you that. Chad: And it looks like he’s going for another Moonsault as he rushes over to the nearest corner! He’s jumping up and… Staying there? He’s pointing out to the audience, nodding his head as he climbs back down. Gena: That little trick of his gives Vector a chance to get up, holding onto his stomach. However, he boots Alex in the gut and brings him over into a Sitout Piledriver! Hooks the leg! One!
Two!
Thr-KICKOUT!
Chad: With a last ditch effort, Alex gets a shoulder up. He slowly gets up to his feet as Vector stands up straight first. Gena: Vector grabs onto Alex’s neck, getting ready to drop him with a DDT when Alex begins tickling him in the side! He’s actually tickling his opponent! Chad: Vector wiggles away from it and Alex begins to grind his hips, letting out a rock star scream. He charges at Vector with a Clothesline to the mat. Gena: As Vector gets up to his feet, Alex bounces off of the ropes with a Roaring Elbow, getting the fans fully into this match. He rubs his elbow and then drops it across Vector’s chest, posing into a pin! One!
Two!
Kickout!
Chad: Alex rolls over onto his back before sitting up, just in time for Vector to hit a knee to Alex’s face. Alex holds onto his nose. I think he might be bleeding! Gena: Better there than from his mouth, I guess. Alex crawls to the ropes, and Vector tries to lock on the Vector Kriss Kross (Inverted Figure Four Leglock)! Chad: But Alex uses his legs to flip him over across the middle rope. He jogs backward with a bit of a dance in his step, and… Gena: Leapfrog Body Guillotine, sliding right over Vector and to the outside of the ring. He then marches over to the crowd and throws his hands in the air, getting them going too. Chad: He turns around falls back against the barricade with the fans, who take gratuitous selfies with Alex. They pat him on the back as he rushes back to the ring. Gena: As Vector finds his way back to his feet, Alex pulls on Vector’s cheek to bring him closer. He ducks behind Vector, and taps on his shoulder. He does this again, ducking around the other way. Chad: Vector stomps as he turns around, only for Alex to duck between Vector’s legs. He jumps on his back for Choke on this Wad! A unique Rear Naked Choke! Gena: Vector spins around, swinging as he tries to get Alex off of him, but Alex flicks his thumb at Vector’s nose, adding insult to injury! Chad: Vector tries to flip Alex off of his back, but Alex tightens his choke, bringing his hair down into Vector’s face. Vector loses his footing and goes down to the ground. Gena: For Alex’s stature, he must have some strength, because Vector can’t seem to get up. He eventually taps out! Ding! Ding! Ding!
Liam: Here is your winner via submission… Alex RUSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! “Let’s Get Rocked” by Def Leppard plays over the speakers as Alex tries to get out from under Vector. Vector hasn’t the energy to get off of Alex just yet as he gasps for air. Alex calls out for help as the referee tries to pull Alex out from under Vector, but the referee is pulled on top of Vector in the shuffle. Vector gets aggravated and pushes the referee off of him. He slides out of the ring in a huff. Meanwhile, Alex and the referee roll around, both trying to get up from the mat. After a moment of this, the fans laugh, and Alex gets up, helping the referee to his feet. Alex raises the referee’s arm in the air and points to him as if the referee has just won the match. He tells the audience to give it up for this bloke as the cameras go elsewhere.
Backstage, the camera follows a whistling Tad Ezra as he moves down the hallway. He sees Marissa Henry standing outside of a private locker room for Team Canada with her own camera crew and a microphone in hand. The door to the locker room opens up and Marissa is about to enter. However, Tad steps in the way and blows a raspberry in her direction before jutting his thumb backwards.
Tad: Don’t you think we’ve gotten enough screen time the last few weeks? Talk about an overachiever… Oh, even funnier… Stewart Mason! The Three Way! It’s like a convention in here... Marissa awkwardly bows out as Tad enters the locker room. He looks around, seeing the extra accommodations for Team Canada and he scoffs at them before plastering a fake smile onto his face.
Tad: I see you guys are enjoying your stay. Hopefully it is all to your liking. Gemma: Cut the shit, Tad. We all know how you really feel about us. Tad: Oh, hey. Didn’t you used to be my interviewer? Where the hell have you been, aside from in between Stewart and Gail… Tad smirks as Gemma growls at him. He just laughs it off and turns to see Earl and Stewart standing near each other.
Tad: I see you two are staying friendly. Kind of surprised, seeing as there are such big things on the line for both of you. Earl: It doesn’t matter which one of wins tonight. Earl pauses for a moment
Earl: The outcome in Warriors brawl will be the same, The SCU title comes back to Team Canada. Stewart: Tad, I want you and the entire SCU roster to find a T.V and watch as Earl and I give you the greatest match SCU or SCW has ever seen. Tad: Oh, no doubt. I’m banking on that, actually. I mean, my entire booking has been to push people to their limits. Just think. I could have made Earl face his wife like I did to the last person who pissed me off. But this isn’t about being pissed off. It’s about pushing the best from you guys, because I know that you can do it. So you can see me
