Sin City Underground Ep 76 comes to you taped in front of a limited live audience of 25% capacity, wearing face masks and social distancing between groups, at the Cox Pavilion in Las Vegas, NV. This episode will air on WGN and the Sin City Network at 11:59pm PST on Sunday, October 25th, 2020.
*Earlier on SCW Climax Control*
The camera opens up backstage with Pussy Willow smiling into the camera. Standing next to her is former Roulette Champion, O’Malley, and his wife Darcy, as Pussy Willow starts to speak.
Pussy: Good evening SCW Universe. As you can see I am joined by O’Malley, who tonight was supposed to face Kris Ryans, but unfortunately that match had to be cancelled. O’Malley, can you shed any light on that situation and how you are feeling about that?
O’Malley stands there for a moment and just nods as he thinks about the match, and the unfinished business he had planned to finish against Kris Ryans.
O'Malley: Well I’m gonna be honest with ye, Pussy. I’m not one hundred percent sure what happened, but it don’t really matter, does it? I’ll get me hands on Kris Ryans one way or another, but I guess it has to wait.
He shrugs and lets out a sigh.
O'Malley: Not gonna lie. I’m a little disappointed, but shite happens, right? Just gotta take it as it’s tossed at us, I suppose.
“And a harvest of righteousness is grown from the seed of peace planted by peacemakers…”
The camera turns slightly to see Brother David Shepherd standing by with The Good Book opened in his hands. His eyes slowly rise to lock with O’Malley’s. David takes a few steps closer.
David: “As I have seen, those who plow iniquity and sow trouble reap the same.” And boy, have you sown trouble, O’Malley.
David looks up from the book again and takes a few more steps closer until he is right on O’Malley.
David: You sowed seeds with my father, but since he has other obligations, and you decided to run from SCU, I’ve decided to show up and make you pay for your sins, coward.
O’Malley glares at Brother David for a few moments before he cracks a smile and lets out a laugh. Darcy is not at all thrilled with Brother David’s interruption, but O’Malley stands tall, and doesn’t back down from him.
O'Malley: I don’t know much of what ye just spouted off there, fella, but I’m sure whatever it was, yer wrong. I don’t know what yer doin’ here, really, other than maybe tryna show ye got a set of balls bigger than yer father’s, but why don’t ye run back to bein’ the obedient bitch boy to daddy-o?
O’Malley chuckles again.
O'Malley: And fer yer information, I didn’t run away from SCU, kid. I made a sacrifice. Or a mistake because it seems like Daddy Gerald ain’t doin’ much of anythin’ with that title, is he?
David takes his turn chuckling. He nearly gets chest to chest with O’Malley as he smiles something akin to his mother’s signature sadistic smile.
David: Oh, he’s done something with it. He took it from your hands. He’s shown up week in, and week out, to carry the title with pride and dignity. He’s also avoided making the company look bad on Twitter. But, it makes sense that you wouldn’t know that since you never even paid attention to your own product.
David looks at O’Malley silently for a second, while it feels like an eternity.
David: He’s the champion that you would never be, all on your quest for redemption with your son, which is years too late, old man. You came here for a low tier title, but you couldn’t carry the weight of it, and lost it to an even bigger heathen than yourself, because you are nothing more than a failure, all around.
David’s smile only gets a bit bigger as he tilts his head to stare at O’Malley. O’Malley’s nostrils flare and his fist clenches at his side. Darcy takes a step back as the tension rises.
O'Malley: Years too late? I beg to differ, fella. Ye see, me son is only five years old. He still has time to forgive and realize that I’ve made mistakes and am makin’ up fer them. But what about ye, fella? Yer pop treats ye like shite and only cares about himself, yet yer standin’ here defendin’ him?
O’Malley scoffs and shakes his head.
O'Malley: Pathetic, really. Maybe yer just jealous that I’m actually fightin’ fer me son, but good ol’ Father Gerald is bein’ a selfish dick and couldn’t give a shite if ye get yer arse kicked all over this building.
O’Malley leans in close, threatening him.
O'Malley: Which yer about seconds away from findin’ out if ye don’t shut the hell up and take that holier than thou bullshite out of here.
David puts his free hand to his chest to indicate that he’s scared and offended.
David: Well, I mean you are the expert on horrible parenting, so far be it from me to try to defend my father, O’Malley.
David looks at the tension building in O’Malley’s eyes, noticing it boiling over after his last comment.
David: Lay it on me, heathen…
Without needing the invitation, O’Malley punches David right in the face. David goes for one of his own, but O’Malley uses the distraction to wraps his hands around David’s throat, pushing him up against the wall. As David struggles, O’Malley gets in close to say something.
O'Malley: I’m ten times the father yer old man is, because at the end of the day, I’m gonna raise me son to be better than the likes of ye, David. Ye want fight? Ye got one, boy-o. I ain’t afraid of ye or yer religious garbage.
O’Malley keeps a tight grip on David’s throat, prepared to choke the life out of him and David just smiles. David’s lips start to move as he tries to choke out a few words that he eventually croaks out.
David: You aren’t… fit to… raise a d...og…
David knees O’Malley in the gut to break up the choke. He clubs O’Malley across the back and spins to throw his head first into the wall. As O’Malley rises up, David smacks him over the head with The Good Book, which puts O’Malley down as the pages fall apart, cut out around a brick, and the bring falls to the ground.
David: As I walk through the valley in the shadow of death…
Darcy jumps on David’s back, scratching at clawing at his eyes as he stumbles, trying to pull her off of his back. This is when SCW security steps in and pulls Darcy off of David, and holds David back from retaliating. David breathes heavily from behind the security team as he sneers at Darcy.
David: That’s what we’re all used to. The jezebel coming to the aid of the beaten down cur… You will get what’s coming to you, too…
David is literally dragged away, kicking to get free as Pussy Willow just stares at the damage done around her. Darcy drops down to check on O’Malley, who is getting up, holding the lump on his head.
The cameras move backstage as Father Gerald finishes up his sermon in front of his crowd. He comes through the white curtains, Good Book under his arm until he is stopped by Marissa Henry, who has a microphone in hand.
Marissa: Father Gerald, I wondered if I might have a moment of your time.
Gerald stops and looks at Marissa, smiling, before he hands the book over to Marissa.
Gerald: I’m glad you’ve finally seen the light, Ms. Henry. It’s never too late to seek forgiveness from our Heavenly Father.
Marissa looks as if she wants to correct Gerald, but it just doesn’t seem like the right time. He is still smiling.
Marissa: You got me. But, isn’t this yours? Don’t you need it? I can just get a copy from the merch store.
Gerald: Nonsense. It’s my duty to turn sinners into saints, and I always knew you were worthy. It’s the tough’uns that crack the easiest.
Marissa: Like Donald Trump?
Gerald holds a hand up for Marssa to stop.
Gerald: Too soon, Ms. Henry! Too soon…
Marissa nods, but then she decides to get down to the original point.
Marissa: Say, while I’ve got you here, do you mind if I ask you about earlier tonight?
Gerald thinks about it for a minute, seeming confused.
Gerald: Why, what ever do you mean?
Marissa: Climax Control, Brother David showed up to stand up to former Underground Champion, the man you beat for the belt, O’Malley.
Gerald: Ohhh, that… It was foolish of David to do. He’s just gonna get embarrassed by O’Malley. Again. Just because O’Malley ain’t got the title round his waist anymore, does not mean he’s gonna go down any easier, and David ain’t got the fortitude yet.
Marissa almost can’t believe what she’s hearing. She shakes her head.
Marissa: So, you’re defending O’Malley? The man who insulted you, your son, and your religion?
Gerald: Now when did those words come outta my mouth? O’Malley is as vile as they come. He’s the perfect embodiment of why the end is near. Disease is rampant, the mighty are falling. All ushered in by people like O’Malley. Lazy, entitled children masquerading around as men, abandoning their responsibilities… Look, I’ve said this all before, and I ain’t gonna rehash it.
Marissa: It’s funny you say that, because O’Malley called your parenting into question.
Gerald: The only thing funny about that is how absurd it is. Yet, that’s O’Malley. He likes to pass the buck because he can’t admit to being a screw up. The truth is that I am the Father Figure of the Year in all three companies in our network. It ain’t easy, but I’m tasked with the responsibility of saving souls from damnation. It’s why I’m the SCU Underground Champion, leading by example. I take my role very seriously, and I will do what it takes to save my son’s soul, especially now that my daughter has committed herself to damnation. Why, I’ll be damned if I’m gonna take it easy on my son. It’s what a good father would do. But, that’s something O’Malley knows nothing about, since he abandoned his responsibilities.
Gerald’s voice raises with the seriousness of his words. However, because Marissa can continue, Gerald cuts her off.
Gerald: Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to…
Gerald walks off, but not without taking his book from Marissa’s hands in the process, as if doing so were a punishment for stirring up the emotions.
The scene opens backstage at Underground where we see Krystal Wolfe getting ready for her match against GRIME’s Masked Indigo, as she finishes lacing up her boots Krystal is approached by Dev.
Dev: Krys, coming up next you are representing SCU in the fight against GRIME, any thoughts on facing Masked Indigo?
Krystal: They didn’t send me any off the unmasked wrestlers, which tells me that they are worried that I’ll humiliate them.
Krystal responds before standing up straight.
Krystal: But as for Masked Indigo, I’m ready to kick her ass all over the ring! And if any other member of GRIME gets any ideas about interfering, I’ll literally throw Indigo at them.
Dev: Your going to use Masked Indigo as a weapon?
Krystal: It’ll be a hell of a lot more entertaining than watching her attempt to wrestle! And once I’m done with her, you’d better believe that her mask is coming right off!
Krystal puts on the shit that she wears as part of her entrance before walking off as the scene fades.
Krystal Wolfe vs Masked Indigo
Darlyn: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an Inter-Brand Match!
The guitar intro to “When Destinies Align” by Lovebites hits the speakers and Krystal makes her way onto the entrance ramp wearing a black t-shirt with the words “Critical Hit” companied with a D20 that has landed on a Natural Twenty over her ring gear.
Darlyn: Introducing first, from Adelaide, Australia, Krystal Wolfe!
Krystal makes her way down the ramp whilst occasionally slapping hands with the fans before she rolls into the ring and poses for the fans, as her music fades she removes her shirt and hands it to a ring attendant as she waits for her opponent.
Darlyn: Aaaand, representing the masked members of GRIME… Indigo…
“American Landfill” by 3TEETH plays as Indigo rushes down the rampway. She slides inside of the ring and eyes Krystal from across the ring, before taunting Krystal.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: Krystal charges at Indigo, but Indigo steps through the ropes part way, and the referee shouts at Krystal to hold back.
Rob: Krystal turns around and walks away as Indigo gets back in the ring, Krystal turns around to a Thesz Press! Indigo nails multiple mounted punches before the ref steps in and orders her off of Krystal!
Gena: Indigo gets off at Krystal’s expense, taking advantage of having rules… Krystal does a Kip Up, she runs and Spears Indigo to the mat!
Rob: Krystal gets off, Krystal goes to kick Indigo but Indigo trips her up with a Leg Sweep. Krystal drops to one knee though. Indigo tries to kick Krystal in the head but Krystal grabs it and tries to lock in an Ankle Lock…
Gena: Indigo uses her other foot to kick Krystal away. Indigo gets to her feet as does Krystal. Krystal runs at Indigo, Indigo jumps up in the air… Frankensteiner!
Rob: Indigo goes for the cover!
Gena: Krystal kicks out, Indigo gets up helping Krystal up to her feet lifting her by her hair… Krystal nails a European Uppercut.
Rob: Krystal runs and jumps on top of the turnbuckle… Krystal jumps off for a Moonsault but misses as Indigo rolls out to the apron.
Gena: Krystal’s chest hits the mat hard. Indigo stands on the apron, Indigo gets on the turnbuckle and jumps off but lands on her feet as Krystal rolls out the way.
Rob: Krystal gets up back to her feet. Indigo goes to kick Krystal in the gut but Krystal blocks it and holds on to her foot. Indigo bounces on the other foot a few times then nails a Enzuigiri!
Rob: Indigo runs to the turnbuckle…
Gena: Indigo jumps off hitting Krystal with a Frog Splash!!! Indigo goes for the cover!
Rob: Krystal gets her shoulder up to break the count. Indigo gets off of Krystal, Indigo goes to grab Krystal to get her up but Krystal grabs Indigo’s leg and knocks her down.
Gena: Krystal locks in an Ankle Lock as she makes it to her feet. Krystal has it locked in right in the middle of the ring!
Rob: Indigo tries to crawl to the ropes… she gets about a foot away but Krystal drags her back to the middle of the ring. Indigo refuses to tap!
Gena: Krystal drops down wrapping her legs around Indigo keeping her in place.
Rob: Indigo lifts herself up then lowers herself… wait is she doing push up!?
Gena: She pushes off a 3rd time to get her upper body in the air then leans to the right…
Rob: Indigo manages to get close enough to grab the ropes!
Gena: That was pretty clever of the rookie!
Rob: Krystal lets go but the damage was done. Krystal grabs Indigo by the hair and gets her to her feet. Indigo falls back down as she can’t stand on her left foot!
Gena: Krystal picks Indigo back to her feet. Indigo rakes Krystal in the eyes then grabs her for a DDT!
Rob: Indigo limps to the corner and gets on the turnbuckle. Krystal sits up, Indigo jumps off and nails a Diving Knee Drop to both of Krystal’s shoulders!
Gena: Indigo walks to the ropes and shakes off her leg to get more feeling to her ankle. She catches a Dropkick literally right in the face from Krystal!
Rob: Come on, Indigo! Get up! Krystal lifts her up and… Down Under Thunderbomb (Running Powerbomb)! She hooks the leg!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: Here is your winner… Krystal Wolfe!
Krystal slaps the mat and rises up with her arm raised as her music plays.
The show cuts to a classroom setting where the following pre-recorded vignette was filmed. Cordelia Clark is shown sitting on a desk, as usual, not in the greatest mood. She’s keeping her composure in the best way that she possibly can, but it’s as clear as day that there’s something that is really bugging her as she begins to express her thoughts.
Cordelia: I am just going to outright say it! I am the most underrated wrestler in Sin City Underground! How can I say such a bold thing? Well, let’s look at the facts. I’ve only lost ‘once’, and that was a title match in something that was far out of my element to begin with. I’ve beaten some pretty big deals around here such as Veronica Taylor. I bounced back from that ‘defeat’ to Merlot Ayano at Violent Conduct by getting right back in the win column against Krystal Wolfe. And yet, despite the fact that I have shown that I am one of the top competitors on this brand, I’m being treated like I’m just some new thing on the block. Sure, I’m one of the newest competitors on the roster and I may not have the experience that some of the others do, but still… why am I still wrestling THIS early in the show?
Why am I wasting my time competing against whoever the hell Mrs. Right is?
Who even IS she anyway?
Oh wait… someone that is a former world champion… where now? She’s getting her feet wet in the business again after how long? I barely know anything about this woman. What I do know is that she went to Texas A&M which… well… that makes her at least SLIGHTLY better than most people in my generation because at least there’s a college education to talk about there, but it’s STILL Texas A&M you know. And it IS still Texas, one of the dumbest states in the entire country so how much is that degree worth, Mrs. Right? You certainly haven’t used it all that well considering that you’re here trying to make a living again. What happened? Did your non-wrestling ventures fail you so much that you desperately had to come back to the business to make a living? Is that it?
I would’ve thought that by having a college education, you’d be doing something great for yourself once your wrestling career came to an end. I would’ve thought that even someone from TEXAS would be smart enough. And yet… did you put your degree to good use at all when you left the business a while back? Did you actually embark on a career path for whatever it is that you went to college for? I don’t know what you went to college for… probably something stupid like Sociology because most college athletes like yourself go with the easiest majors in the world just to stay eligible… but whatever it was, you have wasted that major because since you had been out of the business… you spent your spare time being…
A FITNESS MODEL???
Cordelia takes a brief pause, expressing some disgust on her face for Mrs. Right’s other career choice.
Cordelia: That makes you almost as low as the lowest common female denominator in this business.
You know the ones that I am talking about…
The “Veronica Taylors”...
The… and it sickens me to quote my own generation’s stupidity here but… the “Twitter THOTS”....
The ones that are all about showing off instead of being a legitimate professional wrestler and a standard bearer for women.
A fitness model? Seriously? You choose to be just one notch above those women? Well tonight, I’m going to teach you a lesson not just about how to be a real millennial woman but also how to be a women’s wrestler in this business because you don’t check off either box. You want to be a fitness model, thirst trap piece of garbage so there’s no way you’re a real woman and with being a fitness model, I don’t see how you would ever know how to be a real women’s wrestler. Sure, you were a world champion somewhere but… how good was the competition when someone like you was a world champion?
So tell me… why am I wrestling so early on the show tonight against someone like her again when I should be facing tougher competition? Don’t make me write a whole thesis on your incompetence, Sin City Underground. Seriously!
Cordelia quickly leaves the classroom, cuing the pre-recorded vignette to fade to black.
Mrs. Right is squatting what looks like a fair amount of weight as the camera approaches her. Her hair pulled back into a ponytail and wearing a Over the Edge tshirt and black gym shorts. She glances toward the camera and sets the weights back on the rack and walks toward the camera.
Mrs Right: I put in the work. That’s just something you have to do in life if you want to succeed. If you want to be the best at anything you set out to do. I want to be one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in SCU. That’s no secret. I am surrounded by wrestling greatness. I train my mind as well as my body and the time has come for me to show how far I’ve come.
She uses her right arm to wipe some sweat from her forehead.
Mrs Right: Cordelia is going to be the next person I face in that ring. Now I don’t know what her goals are, I don’t know what she is thinking heading into this match. What I do know is how fast I am. I know how strong I am. I know that when you survey the landscape in SCU, I stand out. I know that when you talk about who has the power game in SCU, mine is a name that comes up in the conversation each and every time. I know this is a chance for me to show the world that not only am I strong, not only am I a member of Over the Edge.
This is my chance to show the world that I belong in the conversations for titles here in SCU. Cordelia, try as you might to beat me. Think positive, talk yourself into believing you can beat me all you want to. It’s not going to matter. I am not going to stop out there. The fact is you are nothing more than a stalled car on the train tracks, while I’m that train heading straight for you. The thing is, I’m not pulling the brakes. Oh, no I am going to hit you with everything I got. I am going to take this opportunity to climb one step closer to the title shot I deserve, the title shot that I have been striving for. Dedication, hard work, endurance, these are all just a few of my core tools I have at my disposal. Get ready to see the greatest display of woman power that this company will ever see.
She walks back over to the weight rack and gets back into position and resumes lifting her weights as the scene fades to black….
Cordelia Clark vs Mrs. Right
The radio version of "Sucker" by Charli XCX hits the PA system and Cordelia Clark steps through the curtains, instantly drawing some boos from the crowd.
Darlyn: On her way to the ring, from Princeton, NJ standing at 5’5” and weighing in at 125lb, she is… Cordelia Clllllllllllark!!!
She starts to walk down the ramp, obviously confident in her self-proclaimed, prodigious abilities. She has a smirk on her face as she gets to the ring, obviously enjoying whatever reaction she's getting from the fans. When she enters the ring, she finally acknowledges the "haters" with a 'hush' signal, which only serves to incite them to boo her louder. Cordelia has a laugh to herself at this, as she starts to focus on her match and the song fades.
Darlyn: Aaaaand his partner, representing Over the Edge, from Killeen, TX standing at 5’9” and weighing in at 155lb, she is… Mrs. Right!!!
The lights get lowered and there seems to be a purple hue as the music plays. After a few moments Mrs. Wright comes out from backstage stopping for a moment waving to the left and to the right. Then she slowly walks to the ring and then up the steel steps. After she enters the ring, the walks to the center of the ring and turns, taking a moment to pause as she faces each side of the ring. Before cutting a stare at the ring announcer as she walks to a corner. And backs herself in while waiting for the action to start.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: Another chapter in the story of speed versus power. Which will prevail?
Chad: Well we are soon to find out as these two ladies have just locked up.
Gena: Mrs. Right with a quick advantage as she is able to lift Cordelia up into the air and hits a Stalling Suplex. Cordelia gets to her knees pretty quickly but Mrs. Right continues to press the attack.
Chad: She’s moving in and helping Cordelia up just to whip her into the ropes and on the rebound catches her lifting Cordelia up on her shoulders and hitting a Samoan Drop.
Gena: High impact moves early. Mrs. Right is trying to make an early impact to say the least. Cordelia rolls toward the ropes but is stopped by Mrs. Right who grabs her and applies a Camel Clutch.
Chad: Mrs. Right really clinches the hold and pulls back hard on the chin while seated on Cordelia. After a few minutes Cordelia manages to get her foot on the bottom rope.
Chad: Oh the referee just saw the foot and is calling for the break. Mrs. Right looks back at Cordelia’s foot with a bit of frustration on her face.
Gena: As the two women get back to their feet, Mrs. Right goes for a standing clothesline but Cordelia ducks under. They turn to face each other again.
Chad: Mrs. Right lands a kick to the midsection and then moves in and hits a Double Arm DDT. With Cordelia down, Mrs. Right moves in quickly and applies a Figure Four Armbar.
Gena: I see it, Mrs. Right is focusing on the arms of Cordelia here. She could be looking for her “The Right Submission” at some point.
Chad: Oh and Cordelia just gets her foot back on the ropes again to break the hold. This time Cordelia has rolled out of the ring and is shaking out her arm.
Chad: Mrs. Right is in pursuit as she rolls out of the ring and the referee begins his count. Cordelia turns to face Mrs. Right and as she closes the distance between the two of them.
Gena: Cordelia goes for a kick, but it's caught by Mrs. Right. As Cordelia hops on one foot for a moment she is able to get her momentum and hits an Enziguri.
Chad: Knocking Mrs. Right down to the floor. Cordelia gets up and rolls back into the ring as the referee continues his count.
Gena: Mrs. Right gets back up and slides into the ring but is met by Cordelia who lands repeated kicks and stomps to the head of Mrs. Right.
Chad: Cordelia runs toward the opposite ropes and rebounds herself as Mrs. Right gets to her feet and as they meet again Cordelia hits a running tornado ddt.
Gena: Cordelia hops over the top rope to the ring apron as Mrs. Right tires to get back to her feet and just as Right gets up and turns around.
Chad:Cordelia launches herself into the ring hitting a Springboard Arm Drag off of the top rope. Wow! As both women get up, Mrs. Right is off balance as Cordelia comes up behind her and rolls her up…
Chad: Mrs. Right gets to her feet but Cordelia is already up and hits a quick Hurricanrana. Then Cordelia helps Mrs. Right up and whips her into the ropes and Cordelia rebounds herself off of the other side of the ring ropes leading to a big Tilt-A-Whirl DDT!
Gena: The pace is a lot quicker now. As Cordelia hops over the top rope again and launches herself into the air and hits a Springboard Moonsault.
Chad: Big move! Cordelia is getting back out on the ring apron again.
Gena: She’s waiting for Mrs. Right. As Mrs. Right staggers to her feet and is trying to clear the cobwebs from her head and Cordelia seizes her moment and launches into the air once again hitting Heartbreaker (A spinning double knee right into the chest/heart of her opponent.)!!!
Chad: Cordelia makes the cover and hooks the leg….
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: Your winner of the match by Pinfall… Cordelia Clark!!!!
Cordelia rolls out of the ring and looks back, nodding her head to admire the work she’s done as she backs up the ramp.
The office of Gianni Di Luca is open as the camera comes inside. Gianni is ready, with his hands folded together on the desk, and his PPE GRIME mask flickering colors.
Gianni: There was a miscommunication tonight. I strive for only the best quality when I do my job, and I gotta admit. I fawked up a little bit with bookin’ tonight’s show.
Gianni holds his arms out to the side in an almost apologetic sort of way.
Gianni: I ain’t too proud to admit when I make a mistake. It’s how I grow as a General Manager, sprung up into management from an active competitor of World Class caliber. A manager of one of the most successful groups between Sin City Wrestlin’, Honor Wrestlin’, Northern Lights Wrestlin’, and Sin City Underground. A denied Triple Crown Champion. Basically, more successful than 99% of any active roster in our network. I grew to be a great wrestler, just like I’m gonna grow to be a great GM.
Gianni brings his hands back together in front of him on the desk.
Gianni: So, I hope that y’all will forgive me when I say that I happened to book one too many matches for this card. If I’m gonna hold a fellow Jerseyman to a certain standard, then by God, am I gonna hold myself to the same standard. Don’t worry, Lexa. I gotchu.
Gianni gives a stern nod that should show how adamant he is about making this right, but something in his eyes just makes it feel more insincere.
Gianni: So I gotta come up with a solution to a very tough problem. Dyin’ Breed versus Eric and Javi… Omasa Tazu versus Kittie… Rory Rockefeller versus Lord Raab… and more. All GRIME matches set to take place tonight. Except one of em ain’t gonna take place.
Gianni shrugs his shoulders and can be heard sucking at his teeth from under the mask.
Gianni: I know, I know… it’s my fuck up. I take full responsibility for that. Each and every one of those matches deserves to be on the card tonight. Every single one of em. And quite honestly, I don’t think I can choose which ones make it. But, I was raised a good Roman Catholic boy. I got faith in the man upstairs. And hell, I kinda feel like some of The Good Book might be true. So, I’m gonna turn this one over to God and let him handle it. Things got a way of workin’ themselves out…
Gianni looks to his side, and we see the freshly defeated Indigo grinding her right fist into her left palm angrily. After a nod from Gianni, she turns and walks out of the office while Gianni’s infamous laugh echoes down the hallway behind her, almost maniacally.
Eyesnsane walks into the locker room where Michi is seated. The SCU Combat title around his waist, he is wearing a Jack Daniels shirt and blue jeans….
Eyesnsane: Michi, there you are. Picture this, on one side of the right, you have Over the Edge, the crowd goes wild, ladies are crying, guys are jealous and kids are wanting to be us when they grow up. Then on the other side you got uh… Bentley and uh, Donovan, you know those guys so well known they call themselves fame. You know the crowd acknowledges that they are there. We make sure we are ready, i don’t know we uh rock, paper, scissors to see which of us starts the match, and we’ll say it turns out to be you and Donny. Oh, wait a sec…..
Eyesnsane takes off the Jack Daniels shirt, revealing a tshirt that reads SCU across the front as Michi begins talking.
Michi: theFAME you mean? That group of pretty boys.
Eyesnsane: Exactly, so there you are just rag tagging Dixon….
Michi: You mean Donovan.
Eyesnsane: Yeah, Donner, right you know that guy. You’re hitting him with the woo wop de bam all upside his head. You’re on fire, you got the crowd screaming your name. The referee is concerned for homeboy one. You are out there kicking ass like its the video game and fame is set on easy.
Eyesnsane steps in front of a mirror and looks at himself, then at Michi, and then his reflection again….
Eyesnsane: This ain’t it…..
Eyesnsane lifts up the SCU shirt, revealing an Over the Edge shirt.
Michi: Are you really this concerned with your shirt instead of making up fantasy moments for this match coming up?
Eyesnsane: Don’t even trip….So then you come over to our corner and you tag me in so that I can get my shots in and really get to working Bobby over.
Michi: You mean Bentley….
Eyesnsane: Whatever, look the fans know we got this. The company knows we got this, hell even team frames knows we got this. You kick some ass, I kick some ass, then we kick some ass together. We land a few well coordinated jokes which really throw them off because, hell we are both funny. Then wham! The trap is set and they go down in flames and Over the Edge get closer to tag team glory.
Ok, so I may have just made that sound easy. Don’t get me wrong I know those guys are going to put up one hell of a fight. I mean they have a chance, no matter how small it may be to beat Over the Edge. It’s just not going to happen, they are like the tree fighting the chainsaw. Will they back down, of course not and as much resistance as they put up, its just a matter of when we cut them down not if. We are the best team in SCU and the best collection of stars in this company. SCU can’t stop us, and GRIME can’t stop us.
Eyesnsane and Michi vs theFAME
The lights in the arena go out and Eyesnsane in his wrestling gear steps through the curtain and onto the stage. Michi comes out wearing her OTE warm up robe, MMA shoes, and fighting gloves.
Darlyn: On their way to the ring, representing Over the Edge… Eyesnsane and Michi!!!
Once he is in place the music starts and at the 15 second mark of the song as the arena hears, “Here I am” a blue spot light shines on Eyesnsane as he looks slowly to the left and then to the right. Michi bounces to the beat as the song starts to come in. They look to one another before slowly walking down to the ring where Eyesnsane uses the steps to get on the ring apron and then climbs in the ring between the second and top rope. Michi keeps bouncing toward the ring the whole time. Once at ringside she slides in the ring and takes off her robe. She is seen wearing her all black OTE MMA top and shorts. She bounces around as she waits for the match to begin. Eyesnsane walks to the center of the ring and turns and looks throughout the entire arena as the music plays before the lights return to normal.
The lights in the arena dim, as the crowd grows silent with anticipation. Suddenly, the synth heavy sounds of “Viol” by Gesaffelstein fill the arena, the crowds silence quickly turns into jeers. Suddenly, a single, large spotlight shines onto the entrance way. With the crowd still heavily booing, “The Stand Out” Donovan Rayne and “The 1NFAMOUS” Bentley Black emerge onto the entrance way.
Darlyn: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Delta Rayne, they are… Bentley Black and Donovan Rayne!!!
Both men, dawning matching leather jackets stand with smirks on their faces. With the crowd steadily raining down jeers on the men, they make an about face, turning their backs to the crowd. Then, the third and final member of the FAME, “the Provocateur” Delta Rayne steps out from behind the curtain. Delta, who finds herself standing in between her the two men, places her hands onto her vivacious hips. After a moment, the spotlight fades out to more vibrant strobe lighting. The lighting, reminiscent of what you’d see at a fashion show, begins to fill the arena. Then, as flashbulbs begin to fill the space, Donovan and Bentley both turn back to face the fans. As they both throw their arms into the air, the crowd’s intensity picks up.
After a moment of mouthing insults towards the fans, the men both throw their arms back down. Then, linked arm and arm with Delta, the three members of the FAME make their way down to the ringside area. Largely ignoring the fans on their way down, the three individuals walk with purpose, not losing focus on the ring. Reaching the ringside area, the three stop walking. Delta then lets go of her brother and best-friend’s arms, as they walk in front of her. The two men then ascend onto the ring apron. Both men face with their backs towards the ring, as Delta approaches the ring apron. Looking up at her two clients, she smiles before backing away slightly. Donovan and Bentley then quickly enter the ring.
Walking over to the stairs, “The Provocateur” walks up them, and quickly walks to the center of the ring apron. Turning her back towards the ring, she places her arms onto the top rope. Placing her foot onto the bottom rope, she pushes backwards, flipping herself over the top rope, landing into the ring. Facing the hard-camera side of the arena, Donovan and Bentley climb onto the middle turnbuckle on opposite sides of the ring. Standing in the center, Delta points to both of her clients, who then remove their leather jackets and jump down from the turnbuckle after taunting towards the crowd for a moment. As the two men walk towards the center of the ring, they hand their jackets over to Delta. Then, once again turning their backs to the camera, both men pose with their backs towards the camera. Suddenly, the camera does a panning zoom of both mens trunks to read “The Stand Out” and “1NFAMOUS” respectively.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Gena: Michi is ready to go, and Donovan Rayne finally accepts that he has no other choice but to start. He pumps himself up and begins talking trash to Michi, letting Michi charge at him. Donovan plays mind games by instantly tagging in Bentley.
Chad: Bentley doesn’t seem to mind, even as Michi is still coming at him. He gets ready for her, but she side steps and tags in Eyesnsane, returning the mind games.
Gena: Bentley nods his head as he loosens up his shoulders. Eyesnsane comes toward him and Bentley is ready. Eyesnsane runs at him, but Bentley ducks and spins Eyesnsane around. He gets mouthy in Eyesnsane’s face.
Chad: But Eyesnsane is not backing down, getting mouthy back. They practically get nose to nose… no wait, they actually are nose to nose right now. A couple of shoves back and forth between the champ and Bentley.
Gena: Bentley bucks back with a fucking slap that literally echoes throughout the entire venue! Eyesnsane is going to feel that one in the morning. But he bitch slaps Bentley right back with equal, if not greater, force!
Chad: Oh shit! Bentley has his back to Eyesnsane, and Eyesnsane gets a Belly-to-Back Suplex on Bentley. He locks on a pin!
Gena: Donovan gets inside of the ring and tips the scales a bit with the nudge of his foot. Eyesnsane lands on his back and Bentley twists on top of Eyesnsane and throws some goddamn hands!
Chad: Donovan couldn’t be more pleased with himself as he claps with all the enthusiasm of a golf match viewer. He gets back to the apron as Michi is raring to get inside of the ring.
Gena: Eyesnsane blocks a punch after a minute and then flips Bentley off and onto his side, wrenching his arm as he looks out into the audience.
Chad: Bentley reaches out, spinning as much as he can, and he’s right near Donovan. He waves his hand and Donovan makes the tag! He climbs inside and stomps on Eyesnsane.
Gena: Bentley exits the ring, blowing a kiss to Michi. Michi starts to get inside, as Donovan is stomping on Eyesnsane. The ref stops Michi in her tracks, allowing Bentley to come back and join Donovan.
Chad: Michi stops, and the ref turns around, forcing Bentley out of the ring. Donovan and Bentley argue with the referee until Michi comes in and shoves Bentley out of the ring, and Eyesnsane gets up.
Gena: Eyesnsane grabs onto Donovan’s waist and pulls him back inside. He goes for another Belly-to-Back Suplex, but Donovan flips out of it, landing on his feet. He hits a jumping kick to Eyesnsane, sending him into the corner.
Chad: Eyesnsane charges at Donovan, sandwiching him into the corner. He grabs hold of Donovan and tosses him across the ring.
Gena: Bentley tags himself back into the match. Donovan rolls to the outside of the ring. Bentley stands in the center of the ring as the referee begins his count.
Chad: Bentley tells the referee to hurry it up, waving his hands impatiently as he watches Eyesnsane carefully.
Gena: Eyesnsane gets up, and Bentley tries for a Baseball Slide, but Eyesnsane steps to the side. He gets inside and tags Michi into the match!
Chad: Michi climbs inside of the ring, and Bentley charges at her. Michi ducks and then turns and jumps on Bentley’s back, applying an inverted Rear Naked Choke!
Gena: Bentley drops down to one knee, trying to shake Michi off. Michi won’t go anywhere, though. She wraps her legs around him tighter, and he goes down to both knees. He desperately crawls to the ropes and latches on, but Michi won’t let up!
Crowd: FUCK YEAHHHHHH!!!
Chad: Michi refuses to let go when the referee calls for her to. She keeps it on as long as she can.
LET HER GO!!!
Gena: Michi reluctantly lets go. Bentley holds onto his throat as he stares over at Michi in amazement. She shrugs her shoulders and goads him forward. He goes for an overpowered Clothesline.
Chad: But Michi ducks it. She sweeps Bentley off of his feet and then grabs hold of his ankle. She does a Surfboard Stretch on Bentley, showing amazing strength in the process!
Gena: Donovan comes in to break it up, and Eyesnsane is quick to send him right back outside! Michi stands up as Bentley gets to his feet. She hits him with the Knockout Punch, and then goes for the cover!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: Here are your winners… Michi and Eyesnsane… Over the Edge!!!