The guitar intro to “When Destinies Align” by Lovebites hits the speakers and Krystal makes her way onto the entrance ramp in her street clothes and holding her SCW Roulette Championship over her shoulder. 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 asks for a mic and is given one by a stage hand.
Krystal: So, after me and my friends spent all fucking week worrying over whether we’d still have a job here in SCU, we ultimately kept our jobs, but GRIME was kept on as SCU’s Hardcore Division!
Krystal scoffs as she rolls her eyes.
Krystal: Those scumbags are fucking lucky, because if I had won the Mayhem Survival Match, I would’ve seen to it that they’d out on the street with pink slips stapled to their foreheads! Now I know what your saying, isn’t that harsh during a pandemic?
Krystal shakes her head.
Krystal: After the hell those scumbags put me and the rest of the SCU roster through for the past year or so, they should consider themselves lucky that I ONLY wanted to fire their asses!
Krystal adds before letting out a deep breath.
Krystal: But I guess this is a blessing in disguise, because when I started training at the Go Gym, I created a bucket list of wrestlers on the SCW Roster who I wanted to face, now granted at the time I was using the SCW roster as it was in 2016 as a reference point but my point still stands because this person is a member of the GRIME Roster! Not only that, but she co-founded GRIME in the first place.
The crowd pops as they realize who Krystal is talking about.
Krystal: Amy fucking Marshall, or is it Santino? You know what? I don’t give a shit, if it weren’t for your desperate attempt to stay relevant as the wrestling industry passed you by this last year would’ve been a lot easier on me and my friends so not only is this me crossing a name off the bucket list, but this is personal for me!
Krystal says as she gets up close and personal into the camera.
Krystal: Put simply, I’m challenging you to a match at Underground 102! As for whether our titles will be on the line, I don’t care! For one thing, I’ll need to get past my title defence at Climax Control 306 first for it to be in question but if you want to put the GRIME Nightmare Championship on the line then that’s fine by me, because that just means that I can become a double champion in SCW and SCU! I’ll be waiting!
“When Destinies Align” starts up again as Krystal heads to the back.
The scene opens backstage, where we see the unmasked Amy standing outside the locker room as she stretches in preparation for her match against Dahlia. The Grime championship hangs off the door hand with her normal mask sitting on top. As she straightens up from stretching her back and the backs of her legs, she sees Dev Khatri approach with his camera man in tow.
Dev: Amy can I get a few words from you?
Amy thinks for a moment…
Amy: Sure. It gives me a chance to air my thoughts on what happened last week and on my match this week.
Dev takes a step forward with his camera man and pulls his mask up over his face to ensure that he can get close to Amy before continuing.
Dev: Last week we saw a number of changes be implemented around SCU but more specifically GRIME being disbanded as a brand and turned more into a hardcore division. Your thoughts on this?
Dev gets straight to the point, as Amy takes a moment…
Amy: As I said I am disappointed in how it turned out and being joint owner meant fuck all. But Omasa had the final word and SCU won out. On the plus side I own the rights to the GRIME name and get royalties. But I would have preferred to own something, but it is what is it. I am still a champion.
Dev: Speaking of being a champion… the GRIME Nightmare championship was rebranded the as the GRIME championship following your win over Angel Kash. How much did you know of this match?
Amy: I didn’t until the last moment… and when it was against Angel Kash. I know from previous experience dealing with her that doesn’t want to break a fingernail and she is too wrapped in herself. So I’ll take the win.
Dev: Before moving on… can you tell us what to expect from the GRIME division?
Dev queries as Amy cocks her head and thinks.
Amy: It will be the best division that SCU will have and have everyone talking about it.
Dev: Thank you. Now onto tonight… you are facing Dahlia Rotten in a Concession Stand Brawl. How as you were masked previously against Dahlia will this affect the way you wrestle etc…?
Amy: In short no. I may have tweaked my wrestling style while masked, it hasn’t changed overall. I will still wrestle and brawl that way I did before and Dahlia shouldn’t expect anything different either. Dahlia and I fought well several episodes back… she is one tough cookie, however, as I came out on top in that match, I will come out on top in this match tonight. I know it’s a bold statement but it’s true… It doesn’t matter that I was behind a mask…it doesn’t matter if you like it or not. I knew that I would ruffle a few feathers and if I ruffled yours… then I don’t care. I came here to win, and I came here to make a name.
Job done… now it’s time to dominate and unfortunately for you Dahlia… you will be the first of many names that I take as I defend my title.
Dev: Well thank you Amy and good luck tonight.
Amy: Thank you.
Dev nods and quickly wraps up his part, as the scene fades out on the GRIME championship as Amy goes back to warming up for the match.
Pride Tag Team Rules Match
HB Carter and Ariana Angelos vs Jerry Cann and Kandy Kaine
Ari and Kandy start in the ring. They tie up, and Ari flings Kandy to the ropes. As Kandy comes back, she slides between Ari’s legs, getting a pop from the crowd. She turns around and kicks Ari in the stomach. She pulls her into a Piledriver. She only gets a one count. Kandy picks Ari up, but Ari hits an Uppercut and then flings Kandy into the corner, coming off with a Monkey Flip. She goes to the ropes and hits a Lionsault. She hooks the leg for a two count. Kandy rolls out of the way of Ari and tags in Jerry, forcing Ari to tag in Carter. Carter gets inside first, charging at Jerry. Jerry, Spears, Carter to the mat. As they go down, Carter wraps his legs around Jerry, wrapping his arms into a choke. Jerry rises a bit, but Carter hangs on, grounding his weight so Jerry is leaning over. He maintains the Body Scissor hold, but Jerry is finally able to lift Carter and slam him to the mat. Jerry does a Wishbone Headbutt to Carter. He then hooks the leg. Ari breaks it up quickly, just before 2. Kandy clears Ari from the ring as Jerry looks to put Carter away with the Cobra Clutch, but Carter reverses it and flips Jerry over. As Jerry rises, Carter hits the Passion Fruit (S.O.S.) He goes up top and hits the Fruit Fly (Eclipse) on Jerry and hooks the leg. Kandy tries to get inside to break it up, but Ari holds onto her ankle. Team GO wins via pinfall. Ari lets go, and Kandy goes to check on Jerry. Ari and Carter celebrate on the outside of the ring.
We go back to the GM office in the back. As the door opens, we see none other than former GRIME GM, Gianni Di Luca, sitting at the desk, with Veronica Taylor seated nearby on her phone. Gianni looks up at the camera and rubs his hands together.
Gianni: Looks like ya can’t get rid of me that easily, yaknowhatimsayin’? Who brings ratings in like Gianni Di Luca? Nobody. Who has the best wife anyone could ever have? That’s right.
Veronica leans in and kisses him on the cheek before going back to her phone.
Gianni: Now, I heard that there was a challenge sent out from Jenifer Lacroix to Esther Azarov, and she accepted. Normally, people demandin’ matches won’t getcha anywhere with me, especially when ya put a little bratty attitude on it, *cou-Krystal Wolfe-gh*. But, sometimes a match makes sense, and I’m in a generous mood. I’d love to see Jenifer get five minutes of free shots on Esther. So I’m gonna make it official. Soon as Jenifer is cleared to fight, you got it…
Gianni nods his head, pumps his fists to the cheers, and then he clears his throat.
Gianni: Now, next week, I had a little idea…
Veronica: You mean I had an idea…. Babe…
Gianni rolls his eyes in a playful manner.
Gianni: Doesn’t matter where the idea came from, it’s great. See, my friend Amy Santino got caught up with this one’s friends, Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling. We had a little wager, and… well… the show next week is gonna be a HANDICAP MATCH!
Veronica: If only…
Gianni: … A TAG TEAM MATCH! Mean Girls unite as Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas take on GRIME Champion Amy Santino and Celeste North…
Crowd: HELL YEAH!!!
Gianni: So, there’s that.
Veronica: We make such a great team, don’t we boo? You should listen to my ideas more often…
Gianni nods and smiles. When Veronica goes back to looking at her phone, he slowly shakes his head with a look to emphasize that he really means “NO!”. The scene fades elsewhere.
We come into focus on the two livid members of Azz n Crass, Chanelle Martinez-Blade and Torielle Jackson. Chanelle flips over a table on her way by it while Torielle screeches out loud.
Torielle: Where y’all hidin’? Tee Tee gone gitchuuuuuuuu!
Chanelle narrows her eyes as she approaches one of the stagehands. Without warning, she kicks him right in the balls, and he goes down to his knees. Chanelle goes to punch him in the face when Torielle grabs her arm.
Torielle: Save it for them two little girls who thought it was a good idea to get all up in our business.
Chanelle looks down at the man on his knees, and she nods her head.
Chanelle: You right. You right. Now this homie better get up off his knees before I end him or ride his face like I’m Clint Eastwood.
Torielle nods, and cracks a momentary smile before the two walk along. Torielle flings an equipment box right into a nearby wall as Chanelle picks up a push broom. Before long, SCU Interviewer Dev Khatri, approaches the pair. Chanelle puts a hand up in his face.
Torielle: Boy you better don’t! Now ain’t the time!
Dev: I was just wondering if you could share your thoughts on.
Chanelle: What part of “better don’t” ain’t you understand?! Look, here’s the remix. Two little girls wanna play in the big leagues. They bout to get they ass hupped. Ya heard?
Dev: Are you talking about 2 Broke Chicks, or?
Chanelle cracks the broomstick over her knee and points one of the sharp ends right at Dev’s stomach.
Chanelle: You only walkin’ away from this one way. And that’s by leaving now before I gut you. 2 Broke Chicks ain’t shit to us right now. The Kawaii Dragons got me bout to catch a case up in this bitch!
Torielle: In case you ain’t heard the first time, here go the remix. We gone spank these little girls, something like they mommas shoulda done long ago. We gone get our rematch, and we gone snatch them belts right back. Ain’t no 2 Broke Chicks gone step in our way. They ain’t even on our radar anymore, and…
Torielle’s interrupted when a telltale tattooed hand comes into the frame wielding a pair of hair clippers. They don’t touch either of Azz n Crass’ hair but the hand thumbs on the switch, letting them hear the electronic “BZZZZT” almost too close for comfort. The hand jerks the clippers back as soon as Chanelle and Torielle react and the camera adjusts to reveal: 2 Broke Chicks standing right there. Chiaki Sanada has the clippers in her hand and breaks into an impish little cackling fit.
Chiaki: Ora! Dō shita no?! Chi Chi scare you?!
She’s barely able to even get the words out during her laughter and almost falls right into her tag team partner, Jane Harper. Jane stands there behind Chiaki, trying to keep a straight face, but she fails horribly as Chiaki falls back into her.
Jane: Damnit, Cheech, you know if you cut they hair, they'll just buy a new, cheaper weave!
Torielle holds Chanelle back once more as she raises her fist once more.
Torielle: Suddenly everyone got jokes around here. Everybody be cute and shit.
Chanelle: Good lace fronts only, hoes. That's why you gone get whooped up on a second time tonight.
Torielle insists on Chanelle stepping to the side. She takes a step closer, sizing up Jane and Chi Chi.
Torielle: Let me spell it out for you and Pinhead over there. We gone get a rematch. We gone fuck you up. We gone snatch back our straps, and y'all can be on your way. It's not a challenge. It's not a threat. It's a fact.
Chi Chi sticks out her arm with the clippers and flips the switch on Torielle to keep her from getting any closer.
Chiaki: We take straps! One time! Bee Dub Eff!
Chi Chi starts to look between Torielle and Chanelle, thrusting the clippers at then and flicking the switch to make it buzz on and off.
Chiaki: Two time! Dub Dub Ayy!
And a final time, she buzzes the clippers through the air.
Chiaki: Next, three time! Ess See Yuuuuu!!
Chanelle picks up the broken broomstick and points it back at Chi Chi, but Torielle remains cool and calm. Immediately, Jane brings Chiaki behind her and stands in front of Chanelle, arms crossed in a protective manner. Chi Chi leans out from behind Jane and wiggles those clippers again with an impish grin. Torielle rolls her eyes.
Torielle: Play your games. Do you. But if the chihuahua over there tries it one more time, imma let this one loose. You're just in our way. We ain't for real got beef with y'all. The beef ain't here, but we can bring the salt. Stay out our hair, literally…
Torielle looks back at Chanelle and raises an eyebrow.
Torielle: And don't mess wit our titles. We'll even give you first shot at us. But right now, we got some little kawaii kittens to drown…
Chi Chi tilts her head to the side, curiously at Torielle. She straightens her head again, looks up at Jane beside her, then turns back to Torielle and Chanelle.
Chiaki: Jane and Chi Chi like titles!
Jane nods her head as she looks back at Chiaki and just grins.
Jane: Bet. And trust me, if you bitches ain't true to your word, we'll hunt ya down. Just ask the Botox bitch, Veronica Taylor what happens when we're gunnin for ya.
Chi Chi quickly turns and waves at Jane, shaking her head.
Chiaki: Ne, ne, ne! Venereal-chan tell lie if ask!
The blue haired Japanese girl looks up at the ceiling, pouting out her lips and taps her chin, thoughtfully. Finally, she looks to their opponents for that evening and raises her finger. It’s come to her!
Chiaki: Better idea! Look it up! Hai? Hai!
Chanelle scoffs at the remark. She loosens up her posture now that the buzzer is not actively in the equation.
Chanelle: Naw. You ain't got to worry about us going back on our word. We want to get back in the ring wit y'all to settle up right. Street justice is our game. Our word is good.
Torielle nods her head along with Chanelle.
Torielle: Trust and believe.
Jane nods as she grabs Chiaki by the hand and just looks both Torielle and Chanelle up and down.
Jane: Bet. We'll be waiting.
Jane turns and drags Chiaki out from view as they walk off. As they go, Chi Chi waves her hand holding the clippers in a less antagonizing manner.
Chiaki: Bai baaaaaaaaaaiiiiiii!!!!
Azz n Crass wait until they are sure the games are done, before looking at Dev, who is quietly smiling as a bystander. They walk off next, leaving Dev.
Meanwhile, we hear snickering from off camera. It looks around until finding Winter Elemental and Tatsu Ikeda standing back, GRIME Tag Team Championships on their shoulders, and eating chocolate covered popcorn.
Tatsu: Tatsu want to mess with bitches, but is too funny to watch…
Winter: We couldn't make it that easy for the old hags. Where's the fun in that?
We fade out on their smiling faces as they high five each other.
Joshua walks out to the ring wearing his newly won GRIME championship.
Joshua: Day in and out I come out here and face whomever management sends out here to face ma and the story is always the same you can copy and paste every match result I have. Better yet I come in, I kick ass, I retain my championship, and then I leave.
Joshua paces around.
Joshua: One thing has me pissed this week. My match is only for my championship. Granted I will still defend mine, but what about Stewart and his Underground Championship? Why am I singled out and only mine is on the line? This is a new day in SCU and everything on my end will be the same.
GRIME Championship Match
Concession Stand Brawl
Pride Tag Champion Dahlia Rotten vs GRIME Champion Amy Santino
As the two meet up in front of the concession stand, Amy punches Dahlia, and then Dahlia punches her right back. The two go back and forth, until Amy tries to send Dahlia into a nearby wall, but Dahlia reverses it, whipping Amy right into it. Amy collides with it, and leans onto a nearby table. Dahlia rushes at Amy, Amy grabs a napkin holder and smashes it against Dahlia’s head as Dahlia tries coming in with a Leaping Lariat. Amy hits Dahlia on top of the head again with the napkin holder. Amy helps Dahlia to her feet. Amy goes to lift Dahlia up for a slam. but isn't able to get Dahlia off of her feet. Dahlia elbows Amy on the side of the head, then grabs Amy. Dahlia lifts Amy and throws her overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex onto the table. The table breaks on impact, Amy hits the ground hard. Dahlia does a Standing Body Splash to Amy over the debris of the broken table. She hooks the leg and gets a two count. Dahlia gets to her feet. Dahlia goes over to grab a chair. Amy gets to her feet and grabs a leg that broke off the table. Dahlia gets the chair over her head as she charges at Amy. Amy throws the broken table leg. Dahlia lowers the chair to protect her face and blocks it. Amy jumps and nails a jumpkick on the chair which nails Dahlia in the face. Dahlia stumbles back. Amy grabs another table leg and runs at Dahlia. Amy nails Dahlia in the gut with it. Dahlia bends over, Amy grabs Dahlia and drops her with a DDT onto the concrete floor. Amy walks over to the hot dog stand and grabs a large pot filled with boiling water and a few hot dogs. Dahlia sits up as Amy makes her way around. Amy holds the pot in a way to throw the insides at Dahlia. Dahlia moves out of the way of the boiling water from getting on her. Dahlia gets her hands up as Amy throws the empty pot at Dahlia. It goes over Dahlia’s head. Dahlia swings at Amy wildly, but can't see her. Amy kicks her in the gut and lands a perfect DDT with the pot still on Dahlia’s head. Amy rolls her over and gets the cover! Amy Santino wins via pinfall. Amy takes a moment to celebrate as she raises the belt over her head, not caring that she just cost the fans hot dogs for the main event...
In the backstage area of the Cow Palace, in Daly City, California, we pan in to see a small interview area set up. In the seat to the left of the screen, we see former GRIME Ring Announcer, Liam Gagnon, in a leather jacket, fitted jeans with holes in the knees, and a white t-shirt. He has a microphone in his hands as he looks over to the woman who has joined him, Angel of Filth. She has sunglasses with spikes around the rims, lips black as midnight, a spiked leather crop top, and plaid pants. Her typical black angel wings are present, to the side. She snorts and spits to the side of her chair.
Liam: Ha, gross.
Filth shrugs a shoulder as she crosses one leg over the other and folds her arms across her chest, her hair brushed over to one side as she moves it further to that side. Liam nods and grins.
Liam: Hello and welcome to the first, and probably only, installment of “What’re You Gagnon?”, and believe me when I say I’ve had to ask that question many a time when luring ladies into the bedroom… but mostly because my pants were still on.
Liam raises his eyebrows at the camera, with little effect.
Liam: Tough crowd. Maybe we should’ve debuted on an episode where we’re in a state with stricter recreational marijuana laws. Anywho, please welcome my inaugural guest for this event, former Underground, GRIME World Nightmare, and Double Down Champion… none other than the “Seraph of Sleeze”... Angel of Filth.
Filth pumps her fist to rally the boos for a few seconds before she looks over to Liam, her lips parted into a partial smile.
Filth: Fuck you for having me, Liam. It’s an imposition, and I feel rather slighted.
Liam: Christ on a cracker, you sound like literally every woman I’ve ever dated. Tell me, how does it affect one’s psyche to be looked at as a literal piece of shit? Wait, don’t tell me. I think we get it.
Filth: I hate that I want to bend you over that chair so bad right now.
Liam: Not the first time I’ve heard that. But, on an equally serious note, I just have to ask, like… oof… GRIME. Where do we even begin to unpack that mess? So… it’s mostly gone now, delegated to a Hardcore Division. Thoughts?
Filth adjusts herself in her seat a little. She remains quiet for a second before taking in a deep breath, and sighing.
Filth: Yeah… We’re still here, bitches, fucktards, unwashed hillbillies, and everyone else who watches Underground. My favorite people. But, if you ever, and I do mean ever, insult Amy Marshall-Santino, Joshua Acquin, or the Kawaii Dragons like that again, I’m going to hang you with your own innards.
Liam: Hey now, don’t threaten me with a good time, Filth. I meant no disrespect.
Filth: And that’s where my problem is. Everyone thinks that Hardcore means “the undercard”. The curtain jerkers. The lesser, who have to work harder and put on more extreme shows just for a chance at being noticed. That does not equal Amy, Josh, Winter, or Tatsu. Or 2 Broke Chicks. Or Azz n Crass, The Jeckels, Dying Breed, The Monstimals, OTE, or any other team who wants to step into our world. It’s been a long fucking time since I have said this, but I’ll say it again…
Liam: I don’t take showers, and not one of you motherfuckers can make me?
Filth stops and looks over at Liam. She bites at her bottom lip, drawing just a little blood that slowly drips down her chin before continuing.
Filth: SCU promised to be the darker side of Sin CIty. We were supposed to see Roulette style matches, top to bottom. Then, they signed people like Angel Kash, The Ruin Sisters, Valentina, The Good Shepherds… I tried to push people like them toward the hardcore style, but their spirits were lacking. It was then that I knew we would never get what we were promised if I didn’t stand up and take charge of an actual movement. One where I didn’t need to be a champion to wreak havoc and cause mayhem. One that delivered upon the promises made by Erik Staggs himself. I took what seemed to be impossible, and I made it possible, because I fucking could. And for a year and a half, I got results. Ratings shot through the roof. WGN wanted more GRIME. The fans hated to admit it, but the numbers proved that everyone loved GRIME.
Liam: Except Omasa Tazu, apparently. Why don’t you tell us how badly you want to peg her in the butt, next?
Filth does a snarling type of grin at Liam and then turns to look at the camera.
Filth: Omasa Tazu effectively sealed the fate of GRIME. At first, I was pissed off, angry, I had to fight not to commit very visceral, blood bathing murder for a minute there. But then I realized something. If she and I could have gotten past me eliminating her in the 4th Mayhem Survival match, and her year long grudge because of it, we could have really built something beautifully disastrous together. And, as much as I might want to stab her so many times that my sanity gets further questioned, I respect the hell out of her. She got her moment in the sun. She held us all by the balls. Our fates were literally in her hands. But she did right by GRIME. She gave us what we wanted all along. The ability to beat each other within an inch of our lives, risking our careers week in and week out for the fans who hate me so. She kept the name alive, and now that promise will be delivered. And for that, I have truly won.
Filth looks around, almost confused as the fans cheer and pop off for her. Liam nods his head and claps for her as well. She lowers her glasses to look into the camera with a wink.
Liam: Now that the war is over, what do you plan to do next?
Filth: I made some friends along the way. I love traveling with the Jeckel family circus and cabinet of curiosities. I fucked a presumably gay German man in half skull makeup. I think we might all run around together, cause a little chaos together. Just because the war is over, doesn’t mean we won’t keep fighting on. We’re some grutty motherfuckers, and that’s not going to change.
Liam: Well thanks for joining me. It has been sufficiently awkward with lots of weird sexual tension that I don’t want to try to understand.
Filth: Well, you know where my hotel room is. It’s got the goat’s blood on the door. Come find me later, and we can work through some things.
Liam: Thanks, but I’ve choked the mommy issues so far back that I could shit them out at any moment. Until next time, if there is a next time, this has been Liam with “What’re You Gagnon?”
Liam waves to the camera and can’t help but chuckle a little, while Filth licks at her bottom lip, almost as if she were trying to be seductive.
GRIME Championship Match
Thumbtack Table Match
Underground Champion Stewart Mason vs GRIME Champion Joshua Acquin
Darlyn: The following contest is your main event Thumbtack Table Match, and is for the SCU GRIME Championship. First, ffrom Winnipeg, Manitoba, standing at 6’ and weighing in at 235lb, he is your SCU Underground Champion... “The Bounty Hunter” Stewart Maaaaaaaaasonnnnnnnnnnn!!!
“The Hunter” by Mastadon begins playing over the speakers. 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.
Darlyn: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaand next! From Las Vegas, NV, standing at 6’3” and weighing in at 227lb, he is your SCU GRIME Champion… “Nightmare” Joshua Acquin!!!
Judas Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Stewart and Joshua walk to the center of the ring as both champions measure each other up. Joshua mouths off as Stewart just smirks at him. Joshua looks offended by Stewart’s smirk. Joshua goes to grab Stewart, but Stewart grabs Joshua’s arm and throws him with a judo hip toss. Joshua gets up ,nodding his head knowing that Stewart got him on that exchange. Joshua tries to grab Stewart but Stewart grabs him first and swings him around with a swinging neckbreaker. Stewart gets to his feet. He looks outside the ring at the table with the glued on thumbtacks. He thinks about it for a moment, which gives Joshua enough time to recover and get to his feet to grab Stewart from behind. Stewart puts his hand over his head to hold onto Joshua’s head to hit a Jawbreaker. Stewart gets to his feet as Joshua stumbles back to the ropes. Joshua bounces off of the ropes, hitting Stewart with an unexpected dropkick to the back. Stewart stumbles forward a bit as Joshua rushes toward him, catching him and dropping him with a Running Bulldog. Joshua gets to his feet as Stewart rolls to the outside of the ring. Stewart starts walking toward the table, as Joshua slides out of the ring to give chase as the two start brawling at the edge of the rampway. Stewart gets a few good hits on Joshua, making him stumble back toward the thumbtack table. He goes for a Clothesline, but Joshua ducks it and hits a kick to Stewart’s stomach. As they inch closer to the table, the fans are on their feet, ready to see what’s next. Joshua drags Stewart toward the table. As they approach, Stewart punches Joshua in the stomach and then hits a Drop Toe Hold on the edge of the table, cutting open his forehead. Stewart picks Joshua up and hits a Body Slam onto the table, and it cracks, but does not break. Joshua arches his back as he rolls off of the table. Several of the thumbtacks have come unglued into his back. He picks a couple out as he tries to dodge Stewart. Stewart flings Joshua into the ringpost. As he tries to ram into Joshua, Joshua moves. He picks Stewart up with a Floatover Suplex, right on top of the table, causing it to crack more. The fans cheer, as the table has not broken. Joshua clubs Stewart a few times before climbing onto the ring apron. He signals out as he measures Stewart up. He prepares to jump, but stops himself, causing the fans to sulk and boo a bit. But then they roar out as Joshua climbs up the turnbuckles to the very top. They get on their feet as Joshua signals and leaps off, landing on top of Stewart, and breaking the table!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Darlyn: Here is your winner and STILL SCU GRIME Champion… Joshua Acquin!!!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, which is surprising for the heel Joshua Acquin. “Judas” plays over the speakers, but both men are laid out on the ground, out of it. The show goes off the air with Joshua and Stewart breathing heavily, covered in blood.
Tune in next week to Underground Ep. 102!