The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Edinburgh International Climbing Arena in Edinburgh, Scotland. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Edinburgh International Climbing Arena right here in Edinburgh, Scotland, and welcome Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd stands and roars in approval as Justin beckons them for louder cheers and they oblige!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin: Now please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda walks out clad in a typical Scottish lass's outfit, complete with plaid dress with corset, hat, belt with a purse, leg garters with bows, thigh highs and shoes.
Amanda: And introducing Sin City Wrestling's special guests ... the Proclaimers!
The crowd comes alive immediately as out onto the stage emerges the twin brothers, Charlie and Craig Reed! The two young men wave to the fans on hand and hugs Amanda, and as the music begins, so then does the performance!
Amanda/Proclaimers: So you think you're gaein' tae the north to spend a holiday
Ye go up by Crianlarich, it's the gateway to the north
So you telephone the garage listed in the tourist guide
So you're towed behind this tractor tae a corrugated shed
So you board the train for Oban and you get the boat to Mull
But your pulse begins to quicken at the thought of berry-pickin'
So you're standing picking rasps being stung to death by wasps
So you're headin' back to Birmingham more waterlogged than tanned
'Cause you're vaguely Scottish on your mither's side
And you've heard of ancient glories both renowned in song and story
Kilts and haggis, Andy Stewart and the Clyde
And the scenery will please your eyes I'm sure
Ye take oot your picnic basket 'cause the car has blown a gasket
In the middle o' a place called Rannoch Moor
That was published for you by the R.A.C
But by design, or by intention, or, they just forget to mention
That the garage closes doon for half past three
That's surrounded by farm implements and carts
And you scratch your head and wonder why you ever bought a Honda
'Cause they'll have to send to Tokyo for the parts
Feeling like you've had a night upon the tiles
Ye pay twenty pence for coffee with a tang o' diesel oil
Your experience in the swindle o' the isles
So you take a trip to 'Gowrie for a spell
Wi' some wellies o' your mothers that she bought in Ali Brothers
And a Gideon bible pinched frae yer hotel
The midges and the clegs are making free
And the bairns have ate the berries and contracted dysentery
'Cause last week they sprayed the crop with DDT
But no signs of habitation can you see
When you thought you were in Berwick you were actually in Lerwick
'Cause some vandal changed the signpost in Dundee
The performance comes to a close and the fans are on their feet, cheering mightily for both Amanda as well as the twins who all take bows! Charlie and Craig each then give Amanda a peck on her cheeks and the SCW Hostess 'swoons' and collapses onto the stage, much to the amusement of both the fans as well as the Reed brothers!
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to Edinburgh, Scotland for Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone...
Adams: You know I camped out on the edge of the Loch all week and not once did I see a... I mean, I'm Jason Adams!
Simone: Jason, you know as well as I do that had you seen the Loch Ness Monster, you would have turned tail and ran.
Adams: Not true. If it rose up out of the water, I'd be fine. But if it started moving toward me THEN I'd be ready to shi-
Simone: ANYWAY! Tonight the Quarter-Finals of the Blast From the Past begins where the Elite Eight begins to evolve into the Fab Four!
Adams: And things kick start tonight with that freaky deaky warlock Kedron Williams back in the ring against Vanu Naufau! ... Did I say that right? Sounds like a cough syrup....
Simone: Ty West has made it known that the next step on the evolutionary ladder of his career is the World Heavyweight Championship. He starts that journey here, tonight but his plans have a major roadblock in the form of his opponent, Todd Williams! Todd would also like the opportunity to be the top man here in SCW so this match could easily steal the show.
Adams: The first Quarter-Final match of the Blast From the Past is here! The NEW Roulette Champion Travis Levitt and Valentina are up against the Hall of Famer Goth and Mackenzie Page!
Simone: Griffin Hawkins is another man with his eyes set firmly on championship gold, this time being the Roulette Championship. But in only his second match back since his return, he faces a heavy test in the form of former MMA star, Jake Raab!
Adams: Then its the second Quarter-Final match of the night! World Champion Alicia Lukas and her partner Blade Alexander take on the second generation Bombshell, Brittany Williams and Kale Smith!
Simone: Then it's the Main Event for the Bombshell Roulette Championship! Sam Marlowe has held that title since November of last year, defeating all comers to the point she issued an open challenge! We all thought Trinity Jones would be the first to answer that call, but in fact, it was Amy Santino who picked up the gauntlet! And now tonight, we see if she can run with it!
Adams: Well we won't get to the main event if we don't get things started so let's GOOOOOOO!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and introducing first...
The eerie harmonies of the Devils Waltz courses its path from the sound system and across the spines of those in attendance. Curious onlookers turn their gaze toward the stage as the lights that illuminate the stage, ramp and ring fade from bright white to a disturbing red, and there, on the stage bathed in crimson, stands Kedron Williams, his flesh pale and his eyes almost as much so.
Justin: From Salem, Massachusetts, weighing one hundred and seventy nine pounds, he is Kedron Williams!
There is little reaction from the crowd, neither positive nor negative, as Kedron walks down toward the ring with a purpose; the lights above him beating on and off as if in tune with the beating of a heart. Each time the lights flicker off, once they resume, Kedron is further down the aisle and that much closer to the ring. Once he arrives at ringside, he stares into the ring (and at his opponent) and smiles, before the lights go completely dark. A mere moment later, they turn back on and Kedron is inside of the ring, sitting cross-legged in the center of the ring.
The music changes and Can't knock the Hustle by Weezer starts playing as Red Silver and Yellow lights flash across the arena. Vanu steps out onto the entrance ramp doing a little shuffle and moving to the music. He looks out over the crowd hyping them up as he bounces around the stage before running down and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring.
Justin: And his opponent...From Nuku alofa, Tonga...Vanu Naufau!
Standing in the middle of the ring he does a traditional Tongan dance turning to each side of the arena before standing tall and pounding his closed left fist three times against his chest and raising it high toward the entrance ramp.
Simone: What a match up tonight Jason, Vanu Naufau, Tonga wrestling tradition facing Kedron Williams, a very mysterious person.
Adams: Kedron Williams scares me. I heard he is a witch.
Simone: You mean warlock don't you?
Adams: I mean he is hocus pocus smokus weird!
Jasmine St John motions both men to the middle of the ring but Kedron remains seated as Vanu stands tall. Checking both men, Jasmine nods then motions for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Kedron remains seated on the mat as Vanu looks down at him. Shaking his head, Vanu reaches for Williams on the mat to pull him to his feet but Kedron uses the leverage and the fact that Vanu is off balance to catch him with a stomach claw that has the tongan catching at the hands of Williams who rises slowly to his feet with the claw still locked in. Vanu is finally able to pull the claw from his stomach after using a couple of headbutts on Williams. Staggering away, Kedron shakes his head to counter the impact of the headbutts and turns to catch a dropkick from Vanu that sends him into the corner. Vanu follows him in for a shoulder block but Kedron leaps up on the top rope and when Vanu stands, spins him around and catches him by the throat. Picking up the Tongan, Kedron uses a hangman's choke that has Vanu scrambling to break the hold as Jasmine moves towards the pair to warn Kedron to let the hold go. Finally as she begins her five count, Kedron releases the choke at four. Vanu moves to the center of the ring as Kedron pulls himself upward. Naufau turns towards the corner as Kedron launches himself from the top with a missile dropkick that takes Vanu down to the canvas. The tongan rolls with the momentum and out of the ring. Williams slowly rises to his feet and looks down at the tongan who is slowly getting to his feet.
Simone:From the looks of it Jason, Kedron is taking control of this match early.
Adams: He's using witchcraft...someone call the Ghostbusters.
Simone: Ghostbusters? Really Jason?
Adams: Yeah, you know...when there is something strange in the neighbourhood...who you going to call? And that man right there is strange!
Belinda doesn't reply as Kedron backs to the ropes then rebounds to charge across the ring and launch himself through the ropes in a suicide dive that Vanu is barely able to avoid by throwing himself to the side. Kedron rolls up against the barricade as Vanu uses the ring apron to pull himself up to a vertical base. Kedron rises to one knee as he clutches his head and neck. Vanu grabs him from behind his neck and whips him into the ring apron then as he arches in pain, grasps the back of his neck and belt to toss him back into the ring. Getting on to the ring apron himself, Vanu leaps to the top rope then down on the chest of Kedron with a double knee that knocks the wind from his lungs. Rolling through, Vanu turns and quickly locks in a pin attempt.
ONE!
TWO!
Kedron kicks out and reaches to a frustrated Vanu to rake his eyes. Naufau stumbles on his knees away from Williams who rises slowly. Wiping at his eyes, Vanu gets to his feet as well and the two men lock up that Vanu turns into a headlock. Kedron tries to use a forearm to break the headlock but instead Vanu uses a hip toss to bring Williams to the mat as he grinds his forearm into the ear of Kedron who growls angrily as he twists to get his hands and feet under him then he rises pulling Vanu up and whipping him to the ropes and catching him with a slingblade as he rebounds off them. Vanu is sent flipping to the mat as Williams rolls to the ropes to pull himself up. Kedron stalks towards the downed Vanu to pull him up by the hair and then whip him into the corner. Williams follows him in and puts his hand up to give him a face wash in the corner which angers Vanu who comes out of the corner with a vengeance before grabbing Kedron and laying him in the corner before backing away only slightly to use a jumping headbutt on Kedron who sags in the corner
Simone: It looks like Vanu has gotten the measure of Kedron.
Adams: I think that Kedron is luring him in for a spell of some kind.
Simone: Who do you think Kedron is? Harry Potter?
Adams: Don't be silly Belinda, Harry Potter has a scar, Kedron doesn't. Besides, I think he is more Voldemort than Harry Potter.
Vanu pulls Kedron out of the corner and then whips him into the ropes before catching him on the rebound with a hurricanrana. Kedron uses the momentum to roll to the outside of the ring. Vanu moves to the ropes and reaches over them to catch Kedron by the hair and pulls him up to the apron but Williams lets his body go deadweight and yanks hard on the arm of Vanu over the top rope. Vanu staggers towards the opposite side of the ring cradling his arm against his chest as Kedron leaps on the apron and to the corner where he climbs to the top rope and launches himself once more off the top with a missile dropkick. Vanu goes down hard and holds his head as he kicks at the canvas. Kedron gets to his feet and moving to the downed tongan, he reaches down and pulls Vanu towards the corner where he climbs the turnbuckles and hits a four fifty splash. Vanu clutches his midsection as Kedron rolls through, one hand barely rubbing his midsection as he makes his way to his feet.
Simone: The tides of this match keep flipping from one man to the other. I am not sure who will be winning tonight.
Adams: Me either...have you got a crystal ball? Or better yet, does Kedron?
Vanu pulls himself into the ropes and drags himself upwards as Kedron stalks towards him with bad intentions. Vanu swings with a clothesline that Kedron ducks under before he spins with his own discus clothesline. Naufau goes to the mat but as Kedron moves to grasp the wrist of Vanu, the tongan grabs Williams' wrist and violently whips him back first into the corner rushing to follow him in with a corner splash that sags Williams in the corner once more. Vanu gets to his feet and pulls Kedron up to spin him around and slam his head into the turnbuckles as Jasmine comes over to admonish him about releasing Kedron who uses the distraction to bring his leg up between the legs of Vanu who clutches himself and falls to the mat in pain. Jasmine looks at the downed Vanu then Kedron who appears to be meditating in the corner, a faint smirk crossing his face. Checking on the downed Vanu, Jasmine asks him if he can continue to which he nods yes as he gingerly gets to his feet, adjusting himself to stop the pain. Kedron opens his eyes and rushing Vanu, takes him down with a clothesline. Getting him back to his feet quickly, Kedron pushes Vanu back into the corner then pushes his shoulder into the midsection hard with a few shoulder blocks that drive the wind from the lungs of Vanu who sags against the bottom rope. Cliimbing the turnbuckles, Kedron looks around and smirks as he motions for the end of the match. Vanu is helpless as he watches Kedron prepare to launch himself from the top with a moonsault. Kedron doesn't leap as Vanu rolls over to see Kedron had waited and now launched with a moonsault but lands with both feet on the chest of Vanu before dropping and rolling up the tongan as Jasmine moves to make the count.
Simone: Kedron fakes him out.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Kedron slowly pulls himself off the prone body of Vanu as Jasmine signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, Kedron Williams!
Simone: Kedron wins the match but we do have to give it to Vanu for putting up a good fight.
Adams: I will give Kedron anything he wants, he is a magic man that wouldn't hesitate to abracadabra anyone who stands in his way.
Pussy Willow can be seen backstage with Jack Asher as she gets ready for an interview with the young and bashful rookie. She gets the cue from the cameraman to start the interview as she turns her attention to Asher.
Pussy Willow: Jack, last week you came up short in your Blast from the Past first round match against your opponents Goth and Mackenzie Page.
Jack: Not at all, I didn't get pinned, I...
Voice: Excuse me Willow I think this needs a more suitable replacement to do this interview.
Willow and Jack look towards where the voice comes from as the camera turns around and we see Hall of Fame legend, Goth standing there smirking.
Goth: How ya doing Jack? Nursing those wounds on the teats of your fine lady? Might I add that it is amazing how you managed to get yourself such a fine piece of...
Jack: One more word...
Jack's eyes are focused upon. Goth walks closer and seems to measure him up and down before putting the microphone to his lips.
Goth: It sure was a nice match wasn't it Jack? I had to get some ring rust off of me, so I was so glad that a young upstart like you would do the honors and just be my whipping boy.
Jack: You couldn't even pin me you old pervert. I'm not your.. what did you call it? Whipping boy? Way to be racially insensitive.
The insult seems to roll of the legends back though.
Goth: Of course you aren't a whipping boy, what was I thinking? You are the perfect double digit superhero that everyone seems to loathe. You know what you are, Jack?
Jack smirks as he collects his composure and looks at Goth.
Jack: I am sure that you will enlighten me with your answer, grandpa.
Goth doesn't miss a beat.
Goth: You are nothing more than a wealthy bitch that needs a silver spoon shoved down his throat. And talking about bitches... how's that fine ass lady friend of yours? Not tired of playing the role of idolizing you and ready to be with a real perfect man?
Jack: The only woman you can get is a two-bit escort known for humping the leg of any wrestler in this company.
Goth: Well no one said either of them were particularly smart...
Now Jack gets infuriated as he jumps Goth and the two start to fight in the hallway, they are broken up by security and officials. Goth is grins while wiping his face. There is a trickle of blood coming from his lip.
Goth: Nice catching up with you Jack..... next time.... Don't Wear your girl's skirt.
Goth is being escorted to the locker room as the camera zooms in on the angry face of Jack Archer. He yells after him down the hall.
Jack: You just started a war you can't win, old man. I am the future...
Goth is seen laughing and blows the rookie a kiss.
Jack: I'm going to make you regret everything.
He turns to a startled Pussy Willow, his hand over his cheek.
Jack: Don't just stand there, get me an ice pack!
Pussy looks frightened as she runs ahead of the rookie.
Simone: I cannot believe how Goth has stooped to this level. That is beneath him!
The camera moves towards the faces of Jason Adams and Belinda Simone.
Adams: What a fun filled night it's been already surrounded by these incredible Scottish fans.
Simone: That it has Jason.
Adams: Hey! I know that guy.
Jason points to a man behind him sitting in the front row wearing a "Lord of the Lands Festival 2019" T-shirt.
Adams: That's Dave! The guy that was in Mackenzie Page's promo this week. He must have taken Charlotte up on her offer to be here tonight.
Jason waves wildly at Dave who gives him the devil horns sign.
Adams: Hey Dave! I am keeping it clean over here!
Simone: Can we get back on point here Jason?
Adams: But I wanna go talk to Dave. He has the coolest shirts.
Simone: Talk to Dave later.
Adams: I will!
Simone: Anyway, back on to what we was about to talk about. Last week, we saw Ben Jordan on our screens talking about the attack on him by the man who defeated Vanu just a little while ago, the man known as Kedron Williams.
Adams: It was plain to see Ben was in some sort of pain but pushed on through with the interview.
Simone: Since then, it's led to a lot of speculation, and concern over social media about Ben's wellbeing, prompting the likes of Jamie Dean and Samantha Marlowe to publically appeal to Ben to get in touch.
Adams: We tried to reach out to Ben's wife, Evie Jordan, but her social media accounts have been deactivated and her phone has been unreachable to various members of staff who have tried to reach out.
Simone: What we do know is Ben did go to hospital last Sunday, it was his last tweet to the world, but we have heard no update on Ben's condition or even what the condition may be.
Adams: We will continue to reach out to Ben and Evie as well as the people around them to try and get you an update.
Simone: We know these are worrying times so Ben, Evie, if either of you guys are watching this, please get in touch and give us an update.
A pleading look appears on Belinda's face.
Simone: Back to the show. Up next Ty West is back in Action as he takes on Todd Williams.
Adams: And I'm gonna go talk to Dave!
Simone: Sit down!
The camera cuts to the ring.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall introducing first...Hailing from Tuscan, Arizona... Ty West...
The bass kicks up as a heavy fog fills the stage. Yellow and red lights illuminate it until the back of a man is seen through it. The lights vibrate with the base until singing starts and "Pretty" Ty West turns, raising his fists into the air to the mixed reaction of the fans. He arrogantly waves them off with a cocky smirk until he reaches the ring. Once in, he climbs the turnbuckle, letting out a primal 'roar' before jumping down, cracking his neck as he bounces from one leg to the other.
Justin: And his opponent hailing from... Long Island, Ny.... The Dreamer... Todd Williams...
Be Somebody begins to blast all across the speakers. The moment it does that is when Todd Williams comes out with his wife Kimberly. Todd smiles as he runs out slapping the stretched out hands of all of the fans that are cheering him on. He runs down to the ring and quickly slides inside. He holds his hand up as his girlfriend takes his place on the side of the ring. He bounces around passionately waiting for the match to start.
Patton checks both men for weapons before indicating for the bell to ring...
DING DING DING!
West and Williams circle the ring, as Williams jogs on the spot, before he and West move in and lock up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position, as West quickly breaks the hold and goes behind Williams and locks in his hands, as Williams instantly fights, as he tries to grabs West's right leg before switching to the other leg and holds it and slowly slips free of West's grip and counters with his own go behind wrapping his hand around West's waist. Williams grips at West's hand, as he manages to slip his hand between West's hand and his own body and takes down Williams and locks in a armlock, which Williams begins to fight as he sticks his arm in West's face as he aims to distract him. Williams bring a leg up and tries to again distract and perhaps escape, but West has other ideas and climbs to his feet with Williams in tow and the arm lock in place, he grabs Williams wrist and gives it a twist, which sends Williams down to the mat but Williams makes his way back to his feet and sticks his hand in West's face.
Simone: Slow methodical start to this match, as both men feel each other out.
Williams then begins to push West, and as they approach the corner, West grabs Williams and drags him into the corner and then throws a couple punches on Williams and then gives him a firm boot to the stomach, which he moves from the corner doubles over in pain. West turns and approach Williams, where he clubs the back of Williams who drops to his knee as West continues to follow him. Williams climbs back to his feet and turns and punches West in the stomach before kicking him in the stomach before delivering his own punch. West retreats away and as Williams approaches, West kicks him. West then grabs Williams and hits a elbow to the face as he pushes Williams into the corner before hitting another elbow.
Adams: Still neither man getting the upper hand in this contest... with West having his moment and Williams getting his.
West grabs Williams by the hand and whips him from one corner to the other and goes to follow up with a splash, But Williams lifts his feet up to defend himself and West ducks and slides out of the ring and turns and grabs Williams by the foot and pulls it out from underneath him, which sends Williams down to the mat face first.
Simone: Great ring awareness there from West as Williams attempts to slow West down but Williams is hampered by West as he pulls his foot out from underneath him and he goes face first into the mat.
Williams holds his face before getting to his feet as he moves away holding his face, as West climbs onto the ring apron as Williams shakes his head and in turn stumbles over to where West is and West grabs him and drags him across the ring and drives his face into the top turnbuckle, which sends Williams down to the mat.
Adams: It seems that West is getting more into this match, as he drives Williams' face into the top turnbuckle.
West climbs through the ropes and approaches the rising Williams, which West grabs him and hit's a headbutt, which Williams shuffles away from West but West just follows him and goes to grab him, but Williams responds with an arm and shoulder into West's stomach. West moves away, as Williams follows and grabs West and drives his elbow into the back of West's neck, who drops to his knee against the ropes, as Williams moves in and chokes West against the ropes, but quickly releases after a two count from the rest.
Simone: Well West was on top but Williams has shifted the action to favour him and illegally chokes West but quickly releases and backs off.
Williams back away before moving back in and grabbing West by the hair, he pulls him up before grabbing him around his neck and hitting a snapmare and into a seated position. Williams backs up against the ropes before grabbing West's neck and hitting another snapmare before Williams goes for a pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Adams: Williams hits a snapmare into a seat position before hitting another, which causes a whiplash effect.
Simone: Williams cover but West kicks out at two.
West kicks out as Williams grabs West and goes for another cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Kickout!
Adams: Another pin and again West kicks out.
Williams shakes his head, as he pulls West up into a seat position and locks in a rear naked choke hold, which West grabs at Williams arms as he tries to escape but Williams tightens his hold and West begins to fade. Patton moves in and check on West before grabbing West's hand and lifts it up once...
It drops.
ONE!
Patton lifts his arm again and it again drops...
TWO!
Simone: West seems to be fading as Drew Patton bring his arm up twice and it drop and if it drops one more time... Williams wins.
Patton lifts hit arm up for one final time but this time it stays up and West begins to shift his weight, as begins to get to hits knees and then to his feet, where he swings his elbow into Williams stomach a few times, which he loosen his hold. West goes to moves away but Williams grabs him by the hair but West turns and grabs Williams by the head and hits a jawbreaker, which Williams stumbles backwards.
Adams: Somehow West has fought back and catches Williams with a jawbreaker.
West stands to his feet, where he takes several steps backwards before rushing in and hitting a big boot to Williams. West drops down and goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Thr...kickout!
Simone: A big boot and Williams should be done but he somehow kicks out.
West looks at Williams stunned that he kicked out. West climbs on top of Williams and begins to hit several forearm shots to the face of Williams before hitting some body shots, as he then climbs to his feet and grab Williams pulling him to his feet, where whips him into the corner and begins to punch and kick him as Williams slowly slumps down into the corner.
Adams: West is on a roll and Williams is in danger.
West grabs Williams and pulls him up to his feet, where he grabs him around the waist and hits a belly to belly suplex sending Williams across the ring. West stands back to his feet, where he approaches Williams again, where he stomps on him a few times before dropping down and delivering couple more punches and body shots to Williams.
Simone: West is really going to town on Williams... why doesn't he finish him off.
Adams: I don't know... but my guess is to soften him up.
Climbing to his feet, West drags Williams to the centre of the ring, where he grabs Williams legs and begin to tie him up and locks in the Simply Magnetic (Kneeling figure-four leglock). Williams who is barely with it limply taps out with ease.
Simone: Well that was easy.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Ty West.
Ty West music hits over the p.a, as he lets go of Williams and stands to his feet and begins to celebrate his win.
Simone: And it looks like our Boy Scout is back!
Ty, looking ring worn, offers a hand to Todd Williams in respect. The man looks for a second before accepting the shake. Ty then grabs his hand, raising in the air, inviting the crowd to also congratulate Todd on his well fought match. Ty then motions for a microphone.
Ty: Everyone should cheer for this man. He fought hard and earned my respect. As I have said in my promos Todd, I appreciate someone that can prove me wrong. I look forward to seeing you rise up from the ashes.
Todd nods, gives a smile.
Ty: Now get out of here you rascal, go hug that daughter of yours.
Todd slides from the ring, although defeated, he seems okay with the respect Ty has offered. Ty turns back to the cheering crowds.
Ty: It has been a long time since I have actually spoke in the middle of this ring. I fought so hard to get the Roulette title and then again to win it back, but you know... I'm not sour or bitter. I am thankful for the opportunity but now, it's time to move on to other opportunities. Opportunity that has knocked on my door in the past and I wasn't able to achieve, but I am making my intentions clear. Austin James Mercer, you have something that I want.
The crowd go wild with excitement.
Ty: I am making my intentions clear, I am ready for another chance to hold the heavyweight title and yes, I know I failed before and there will be doubts I will succeed this time too, but I figured you're a decent guy. What would you have to fear by letting me have an opportunity as your first challenger? At London Brawling, I want that shot. You were good enough to beat Fenris, let's see if you can continue that streak.
He smiles as the crowds cheer in excitement.
Ty: I'll see you then, Sir.
Simone: Wow! Ty has laid down the challenge to Austin James Mercer. Hopefully we'll get a response from Austin soon.
Invincible begins to play as this time, the spotlight moves over the fans who have surrounded a woman standing there with the Bombshell Roulette title held up. Sam Marlowe smiles as she is helped by the fans to move towards the ringside area.
Adams: Once more we are graced with the presence of the Bombshell Roulette champion, Sam Marlowe.
Simone: She considers herself the champion for the fans and you have to admit, they love her for it.
Adams: I agree. She is the most popular bombshell on the roster for the fans.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, the Bombshell Roulette champion...SAM MARLOWE!!
The redhead is helped over the barricade and Justin offers his hand to help her up into the ring. Smiling, she shakes her head and instead moves to the announce table. Standing in front of it, she is handed a microphone and she addresses the fans.
Sam Marlowe: I am here in Edinburgh to defend this title that I hold and I am going to do just that when I face my friend Amy in that ring in a little bit. But I am out here right now to send a message to a couple of people. First...Trinity Jones. I know you have probably thought that I forgot about you and trust me I haven't but let me point out one thing. I consider myself a fighting champion and when I win tonight, then I am ready to step backstage and sign a contract to give you a shot if that is what management wants.
Simone: Wow Sam, do you think that is a good idea?
Adams: I know she isn't going to cross Christian Underwood after what he did to her before.
Sam nods at Belinda and Jason.
Sam Marlowe: You are darn right Jason. I don't want to get on the bad side of management, I don't think I could handle concessions anymore. And I think it is a great idea to be a fighting champion. That I what I have always believed the champions here in SCW should be. And that is what I am going to be from now on. And with that message sent, I have one more.
Sam's face turns serious as she looks directly into the camera.
Sam Marlowe: Ben Jordan, you are in so much trouble when I finally get to talk to you. I have been worried all week when you wouldn't return my calls. So I hope you are watching Ben. This is me telling you to come out of hiding or else I am going to ask the fans of SCW help me find you so I know you are all right.
The fans once more surge forward, a slow chant of where's Ben beginning to build as Sam smiles.
Sam Marlowe: You wouldn't want me to do that now would you? Seriously Ben, this is the way it has to be...mainly because I can't find a tee shirt shop to make a Where's Ben shirt like you did for me that time. So with that second message sent, I have a match to get ready for...I'll see you in a little bit.
Fans scream her name as Sam hands the microphone to Justin before heading to the ramp. Walking to the entrance, she slaps at the hands of the fans that are reaching out to her. At the top of the ramp, Sam stops and turns to the fans before pulling the belt off her shoulder and holding it up as Invincible once more plays over the speakers.
Adams: Confident champion but one has to wonder if she is focused on the match or the location of her friend
Simone: We will have to see later Jason in our main event.
Trinity is standing next to Pussy Willow as they are looking at the match card. Trinity doesn't look to happy as Pussy clears her throat.
Pussy Willow: Trinity, how are you handling all of this?
Trinity looks at Pussy.
Trinity: You should know that answer Pussy. Sam Marlowe is nothing more than hypocrite. She says she'll face me with the title on the line. Yet, she gives Amy a chance. You tell me how I'm supposed to handle this.
Pussy shrugs.
Pussy Willow: You did lose the last time you faced Sam....
Pussy doesn't finish her thought when Trinity gets right in her face.
Trinity: That match proved nothing. She didn't beat me in the ring. Anyone can win a backstage brawl. It's the ring where it matters. Until she is able to beat me in that ring then she is nothing more than a coward. Before you say a damn thing, I'll be ringside to make sure everything falls into place.
Trinity scowls before walking out of the shot.
Justin: The following contest is a quarter final match in the seventh annual Blast From the Past Memorial tournament!
The crowd cheers!
The lights in the arena dim slightly as the distinct opening chords of Imagine Dragons "I'm So Sorry" starts to play over the speaker. The drumbeat kicks in as every eye in the area looks towards the entrance ramp. Images of London flashes on the main screen, along with the members of London Underground. The fans boo as Mackenzie Page and Charlotte Elliot walk on to the ramp.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Charlotte Elliot, from Bethnal Green, East London, England, weighing one hundred and thirty five pounds, Mackenzie Page!
The two women stand calmly, Mackenzie looks around the crowd as focused, emotionless Charlotte stands next to her. Mackenzie looks to the side with a tilt of the head, nodding towards the ring. The two slowly start to walk down the ramp, mostly ignoring the fans as they move along. Mackenzie gets to the ring first, a picture of calmness on her face as she looks up at the ring and starts to walk up the steps. She lifts her nearest leg to the ropes and steps in the ring, ducking her body and moving in to the ring. She moves towards the turnbuckle and Charlotte joins her in the ring, moving to the other corner. Both women clime to the top ropes and looks around the crowd, unaffected by their boos. The two jump off of the ring ropes and turn to face their opponents and the music fades out.
Simone: Mackenzie doesn't look too happy to be involved in this event, does she?
Adams: Mackenzie doesn't look too happy in the choices during catering.
Justin: Introducing her tag team partner...!
Heaven & Hell hits the sound system as Goth walks out in a dark arena with merely a white spotlight shining upon him as he walks towards the ring.
Justin: From New York City, weighing two hundred and forty nine pounds, please welcome back to the ring -- Goth!
Fans want to touch him as he ignores them and slowly rolls in the ring. there he sits in the middle of the ring on his knees and awaits his opponent
Justin: And their opponents
Flashes like cameras go across the stage and the audience as the sound accompanies it. Scars To Your Beautiful by Alessia Cara begins on the PA as pure beauty walks through the curtains. Her hair blows in the wind as she looks up at the ceiling. She places a hand on her hip as she lets the crowd admire her despite getting a mixed reaction.
Justin: Please welcome, on her way to the ring from Merida, Spain. She stands at 5'11" and weighs in at 125 pounds, she is pure perfection... Valentinaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!
Once Valentina is officially announced, she turns and begins walking down the ramp. She pushes her hair out of her face as she vogues, showing off her face to it's full capacity. She steps up to the ring steps and looks around with a majestic smile. She takes to the steps as she comes to the apron. She looks around for a moment, stomping her foot in protest as a scantily clad man runs down the ramp and climbs onto the apron. He sits on the middle rope, opening it for her. Valentina then takes off her Loubotins and hands them to the man as she prances barefoot around the ring. She refuses to let go of the spotlight.
Justin: Her tag team partner...
The bass kicks in through the PA and 'Ashes to Ashes' starts to echo around the arena. A small fog starting to slip from the stage, and as the music builds a melancholy atmosphere, from the back stalks 'The Phoenix' Travis Levitt.
Justin: From Richmond, Virginia, weighing two hundred and fifty pounds, he is the SCW Roulette Champion ... Travis Levitt!
Dressed in his usual long leather jacket, hair cascading around his face as he walks out, and starts to pace down the ramp. The Phoenix reaches the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope and propping up onto his knees. Glancing around at the crowd, Levitt's face is one of focus as he slowly rises to his feet before stripping off his jacket, and turning to drop it outside the ring to the roadie, before he gets ready for battle.
Mackenzie and Goth are standing in their corner as Travis and Valentina are standing in their corner. Jacob Summers points to both teams checking to make sure everyone is ready to go. Goth doesn't wait for the bell as he crushes Travis in the corner. Jacob immediately calls for the bell as Goth picks Travis up by his ears before throwing him across the ring.
DING DING DING!
Travis lands awkwardly on his left hip as Goth follows up with a hard knee to the side of his face. Travis falls onto his side as Goth drops a leg across Travis' throat. He twirls around and goes for the first pinfall of the match.
ONE!
Travis kicks out before the count of two as Goth grabs a handful of his hair. He holds Travis around the neck before picking up high in the air. As Goth looks to drop Travis, he manages to catch Goth with a DDT. Travis shakes his head before stomping the hell out of Goth.
Simone: Goth was trying to end this match early.
Adams: You know it will take more than that.
Travis bounces off the ropes as Goth drops down in front of him. Travis steps over him as he rebounds off the other side. As Travis comes off the ropes, Goth catches him around the waist with both arms before popping his hips and connecting with a belly to belly Suplex. Goth sits up on his knees before driving his forearm across the throat. Travis grabs his throat as Goth picks Travis up. He whips Travis across the ring but Valentina tags herself in as Goth strikes with a hard clothesline. He goes for the cover but Jacob is trying to tell him no.
Simone: I don't think Goth saw the tag.
Adams: I don't think Valentina wanted to tag.
Valentina springs onto the ropes and catches the incoming Mackenzie with a Dropkick. Mackenzie falls backward as Valentina rolls through. She quickly runs toward Mackenzie and strikes with a sliding forearm across the jaw. Mackenzie grabs at her jaw as Valentina picks her up and connects with a jawbreaker. Valentina quickly goes for the cover as Jacob slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
Mackenzie kicks out as Valentina starts firing down rights and lefts. She gets into the mount position and connects wear down Mackenzie before wrapping her arms around Mackenzie's arm and pulls it down in an armbar. Jacob checks with Mackenzie to see if she wants to give up but she valiantly shakes her head. Mackenzie tries to grab her hand but Valentina switches the hold into a short arm scissors.
Simone: Holy cow, I had no idea Valentina had this kind of fight in her.
Adams: Mackenzie is getting more than she bargained for in this match up.
Valentina continues to apply the pressure as Mackenzie tries to fight out of it. Valentina keeps the hold tight as Mackenzie grits her teeth before throwing a wild haymaker into the side of Valentina's head. The blow does minimal damage as Mackenzie throws another one which connects with a hard blow. The blow causes Valentina to loosen her grip which allows Mackenzie to free her arm. She shakes her arm as Valentina looks to fire back with an elbow.
Mackenzie blocks it and connects with a hard left. Valentina staggers as Mackenzie continues to use her a floating punching bag. Mackenzie catches another attempted right and turns it into an arm trapped belly to back Suplex. Valentina lands hard on her arm as Mackenzie continues to drive her knees into the back. Valentina is writhing in pain as Mackenzie pulls her up before spiking her head first into the canvas. Mackenzie takes the time to go for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Valentina rolls her shoulder up as Mackenzie slams her forearm into Valentina's head. She goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Again Valentina kicks out as Mackenzie picks her up by her hair. As both women get up to their feet, Mackenzie drives her knee into the midsection causing Valentina to double over. As she does, Mackenzie hooks her in a front Facelock before dropping her once again face first. Mackenzie quickly gets back up before driving her elbow directly into the back of Valentina. Mackenzie once again shoots the half as she hooks the far leg.
ONE!
TWO!
For a third time, Valentina kicks out causing Mackenzie to get visibly frustrated. She pounds the canvas before getting back up to her feet.
Adams: Mackenzie is getting upset that she can't put Valentina away.
Simone: Yeah and Travis wants back into this match.
Mackenzie walks back toward Valentina but gets caught in a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Mackenzie easily kicks out as Valentina rolls onto her knee. Mackenzie looks at her with wide eyes before narrowing them at her. Mackenzie gets up to her feet and drives her hand across the chest of Valentina. Travis is screaming for her to tag him in as Mackenzie smirks.
She looks at him while grabbing Valentina by the arm. She looks to shoot her off but pulls her back while connecting with a snap Powerslam. Mackenzie doesn't waste any time as she goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Valentina still manages to kick out as Mackenzie can't believe it. She stands up to her feet and backs up a bit. Unbeknownst to her, Goth reaches across the ropes and tags himself into the ring.
Simone: That is interesting. Goth blind tags himself back into the match.
Adams: Mackenzie doesn't look to happy.
Mackenzie jaw jacks with Goth as he just waves her out of the ring. He slowly begins to stalk Valentina as she is just getting back up. Before she could turn around, Travis catches Goth with a bicycle knee to the side of his head. Goth stumbles backward as Travis catches Goth with multiple kicks to different parts of Goth's anatomy. Travis then grabs Goth by the head and plants him with a Neckbreaker. As Travis continues to punish Goth, Valentina slips out of the ring as Travis bounces off the ropes before landing with a jumping knee drop. Travis quickly stands up before connecting with a hard elbow drop. Travis then goes for the cover as Jacob slides into position.
ONE!
TWO!
Goth kicks out as Travis picks Goth up by the head before driving a hard right hand into the skull. Travis continues drive his hand directly into Goth's skull before getting behind him. He twists Goth's neck to the side as Jacob checks to make sure he wants to continue. Travis cranks back more before transitioning into a fish hook. Jacob warns Travis while counting. Travis let's go at the count of three as Goth is grabbing a this neck. Travis continues to drive the tip of his elbow into Goth's head. Travis then slams the back of Goth's head into the canvas.
Simone: Travis is relentless.
Adams: It's been all Travis for the last five minutes.
Travis stands back up to his feet, he goes to run the ropes and connects with a leg drop across Goth's throat. Travis once again goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR.....
Goth rolls his shoulder out as Travis can't believe it. He drives another forearm across the jaw as Travis goes for another cover.
ONE!
TW....
Goth kicks out again as Travis pounds the canvas. He stands up to his feet while slapping his leg. He positions himself in the corner while telling Goth to get up. Goth slowly starts getting back up to his feet. Travis is screaming as Goth staggers up to his feet. He slowly turns around as Travis looks to strike with a Superkick but Goth catches his leg before slamming it down and wrapping his hand across his throat. Travis is trying to fight out of the grip as Goth hoists him high in the air before slamming him hard into the canvas. Goth goes for the cover as Valentina scales up to the top turnbuckle.
ONE!
TWO!
Valentina looks to fly but Mackenzie catches her in mid air and drives her back first into the turnbuckles.
THREE!
Jacob signals for the bell as Mackenzie slams Valentina down.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners....Mackenzie and Goth.
Goth's music blares as he slowly gets up to his feet. Mackenzie looks down at Valentina before stepping over her.
Simone: We have her first team heading into the final four.
Adams: What a match!
As Goth stands accepting his victory, someone slides into the ring behind him and nails him with an axe hammer punch to the back of Goth's neck, making him stumble and get tangled in the ropes. The young rookie continues to slam punches in on the veteran who can't seem to free himself from the onslaught of punches. Eventually, Mackenzie and the ref are jumping to aid him by pulling Jack back. Goth finally gets free as a yelling and pissed off Jack screams. They manage to get Jack up the ramp as Goth stands wearily and smiles to the mixed reaction of the crowd.
Simone: You rep what you sow.
Adams: I know Asher wants to make a name for himself, but going to war with Goth might not be his best idea.
Pussy Willow: I am here with Sam Marlowe, the current Bombshell Roulette champion...
Sam Marlowe moves into the shot with Pussy who smiles at her friend.
Pussy Willow: Tonight Sam, you face Amy Marshall in a match for your Bombshell Roulette title. Are you worried at all?
Sam Marlowe: Of course Pussy I am worried. I mean who wouldn't be when facing a hall of famer who has done it all? But the difference is that it is a healthy respectful worry. I know that between us we will rock the ring and in that main event match we will leave it all in the ring but am I worried that I will lose my title? Not a chance.
Sam strokes the title belt on her shoulder as Pussy speaks into the microphone once more.
Pussy Willow: Do you think that this is going to affect your friendship Sam?
Sam Marlowe: I hope not. But we both knew that stepping into the ring means we leave the friendship backstage and she becomes the opponent I have to beat to retain the title and I put that into focus. Our friendship will return once we step out of that ring after the bell but let me just say this. I am a fighting champion and that means that I am going to fight to keep this title and if that means beating a friend, then that is what I have to do. And that is what Amy is going to have to do. And when all is said and done, I will just have one thing to say to her.
Pussy Willow: And what is that?
Sam let's a grin spread across her face.
Sam Marlowe: That the first drink in the pub is on me.
With that, Sam pats the shoulder of Pussy as she moves out of the shot and heads towards the gorilla position leaving Pussy to shake her head behind her and then turn to walk in the opposite direction.
Jack and Jimmy are sitting inside the Gamer Inc dressing room as Rocky Mountains walks in holding a microphone.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you guys watching the show?
Jack nodded his head.
Jack: Yes, we are watching. This show is off the hook but we aren't even on the card.
Rocky looks at them.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Where is Char?
Jimmy looks at her.
Jimmy: Didn't you see Twitter. She isn't here tonight. She had another commitment and we honor them. However we do have someone here who wants to say hello.
Sonya enters the picture, takes the microphone and shows Rocky away.
Sonya: Hello, my name is Sonya Ellington and we are Gamer Inc. I know we have been looked down because we aren't typical wrestlers. Well, that stops here in Scotland. We are done trying to impress anyone. The fans love us but we don't care. We will gain respect if we have to beat it out of people.
Jack and Jimmy nod as the camera slowly fades.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Feur Frei by Rammstein plays over the sound system as Jake comes out through the curtain and he wears black MMA gloves with red and black trousers as he high fives the fans as he gets into the ring and he does a hold up on the turnbuckle as he then gets down from the turnbuckle and waits for the match to start.
Justin: Currently in the ring! From Dusseldorf, Germany, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, Jake Raab!
The crowd cheers as Jake raised a clenched fist.
Justin: And his opponent!
The lights tun colors from Red to Green to various other colors as "Separate Ways" by Journey begins to fill the air. Fog fills the stage, and emerging from it is none other than Griffin Hawkins!
Justin: Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!
The crowd is cheering as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.
He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.
Adams: Listen to these fans for this one!
Crowd: Let's go Griffin!
Crowd: Let's go Jake!
Crowd: Let's go Griffin!
Crowd: Let's go Jake!
Simone: The fans are certainly divided on who they are supporting in this match!
Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
At the sound of the opening bell, Jake and Griffin immediately begin circling the ring, watching each other carefully and sizing the other up. They then step forward and lock up, collar and elbow.
Simone: Size-wise, these two men are very close in stature but I would still put money on Raab being the stronger of the two.
They each struggle to gain the advantage over the other when Griffin quickly utilizes his leverage and throws the former MMA star over with an arm drag takedown. Jake does not stay down and is back on his feet with Griffin right there, ready to tie up again. Jake reaches one hand forward and Griffin interlocks fingers with him, then does the same with the other hand...
Adams: Is this really a smart thing for Griffin to do?
Simone: You would think that he would want to create space between himself and such a dangerous striker.
And a brief test-of-strength is engaged between the two Superstars before Jake quickly utilizes his extensive training and ducks his head under Hawkins' arm and brings him over into a Northern Lights suplex and bridge!
ONE!
Griffin kicks out quickly!
Jake hangs onto the test-of-strength lock and twists Griffin's arm into an arm wringer on the mat, then brings a hard Muay Thai knee strike into the side of Griffin's head! Jake drags him back up to his feet and twists his arm a second time, but this time Griffin counters and twists Jake into an arm wringer, flipping him over to the mat and ensnares him into an armbar. Jake slams the mat with an etch of frustration on his dark face, and he sits up and forces his way to his feet. He then drops to his knees and throws Griffin over with a foreman's carry take down, breaking the hold.
Simone: So far this match has been fairly even between these two men.
Adams: And they're both fighting fair, but how long will THAT go on?
Griffin is back to his feet and the two men lock up again and this time Griffin wraps his arm around Raab's neck, trapping him in a side headlock. He does not retain the hold long as he quickly switches and ducks behind Jake in a hammerlock. Jake reaches behind and snapmares Griffin over but Griffin doesn't let go of the hold and rolls right back over with Jake down face-first, still trapped in the hammerlock.
Simone: I don't think Jake Raab was quite expecting that counter!
Adams: I was. Griffin doesn't want a striker like Jake to be able to hit him so he's going to keep him down on the mat if he can!
Griffin pulls his opponent to his feet, but this allows Jake to break the hold and hit Hawkins with a spinning back fist, staggering him! Jake then goes on the offense, grabbing Griffin by the sides of the head and he starts to bring a series of knee strikes up into his exposed head and upper body! Jake then Irish whips him off the ropes and delivers a running dropkick, knocking him flat to the mat!
Adams: The way Jake can throw a dropkick, it's hard to believe he's related to Lord Raab who was just a beast!
Simone: And not what you might call a high flyer.
Jake then pulls him to his feet and sets him up for an Irish whip but Griffin reverses it and Jake comes off the ropes, shoulder tackling Griffin down to the mat! Jake then rebounds off the ropes. Griffin leapfrogs up over him. Jake rebounds off the far side and Griffin returns the favor from just moments before and takes to the air, delivering a dropkick of his very own!
Simone: Now Griffin you can expect maneuvers like that from! That was a beauty of a dropkick!
Griffin pulls Jake up and sends him into the ropes again and tries to deliver a boot but Raab grabs his foot, blocking the maneuver. Griffin twists and delivers an uppercut kick with the other foot right under Raab's chin!
Adams: Hell! I hope Jake got dental coverage in his contract with that shot!
Griffin sets him up for an Irish whip off the ropes but Jake hangs on and reverses it! Jake then goes for a hip toss but Griffin lands on his feet and immediately hits a Code Breaker on Raab! Griffin then quickly steps out onto the ring apron as Jake staggers around, lurched over at the waist. Griffin catapults himself back over the ropes and into the ring, landing a Fame Asser on Raab! Griffin rolls over and covers Raab, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Jake kicks out!
Simone: Close but there is still a lot of fight left in Jake Raab!
Adams: This is the same man that bloodied Fenris up after all!
Griffin goes for an Irish whip but Jake reverses it and runs a knee right into Griffin's mid-section, causing him to do a flip in mid-air and land on the canvas! Jake calmly walks over to where Griffin lies on the mat, peeling him up off of the mat. Jake then scoops him up and deposits him with a slam, then grabs a single leg and turns Hawkins over into a single leg crab!
Simone: Jake taking the leg out from the smaller, more experienced high flyer!
Griffin struggles on the mat, showing the pain experienced on his face but will not submit or tap out as Drew asks. Griffin reaches for the ropes, propping himself up on his forearms, and is finally able to wrap his fingers around the bottom rope, forcing a break! Jake grabs him by the head and pulls him up, then takes him over with a snap suplex, following up with a leg drop across the throat. Jake stands as Griffin sits up, and Jake lands a heavy martial arts kick to his back! The crowd gasps at the impact! Jake then delivers a second kick, followed up by a third! Jake drags him up to his feet and runs Griffin's face into the corner and delivers four fists to Griffin's ribcage. Jake Irish whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline attempt but Griffin ducks under and comes running off and connects with a spear!
Adams: That's ONE way to end an assault like that!
Jake is down, winded, and Griffin collapses atop of him for a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Jake gets a shoulder up!
Simone: No. It's going to take more than a spear for this one to be put away.
Griffin goes for the follow up, and drags Jake to his feet and goes to send him into the far corner but Jake reverses it! Jake then runs in after him but Griffin goes for a leap frog, only for Jake to put on the brakes and Griffin ends up perched on Raab's shoulders! Raab brings him out of the corner...
Adams: Electric chair driver maybe?
Only Griffin sees it coming and instead turns it into a victory roll!
ONE!
TWO!
Jake kicks out!
Jake returns to his feet, and finds himself on the receiving end of a series of stinging jabs, thrown by Hawkins!
Adams: Griffin getting the better of Jake with strikes!?
Then Griffin follows up with a discus clothesline, laying Raab out! Griffin pulls the surprised Raab up to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Jake swerves behind him and brings him up and over into a bridging German suplex!
ONE!
TWO!
Griffin kicks out!
Simone: That move seems to be a family trade!
Adams: And Jake throws it as well as any other member of the Raab family!
Jake body slams Griffin down and mounts the middle turnbuckle. He leaps but Griffin brings a boot right up into Jake's chin and Raab hangs over backwards on his feet for seconds before finally collapsing! Griffin fights his way to his feet as does Jake who doubles Griffin over with a boot to the gut. Jake sets him up for an Irish whip but Griffin reverses it and leaps, swinging Raab clear across the ring with a hurricanrana!
Simone: Beautiful move! He needs to capitalize!
Griffin does indeed as he stands over Raab and hits a break dancing leg drop! Griffin picks him up and throws Raab over with a master Exploder suplex! Griffin jumps to his feet and hits a standing shooting star press!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Jake gets a shoulder up!
Adams: Oh Griffin came SO CLOSE!
Griffin wipes the sweat from his brow and sends Jake into the far corner with an Irish whip. He signals to the crowd and charges in and leaps for a Stinger splash but Raab suddenly moves out of the way and Griffin hits the steel!
Simone: OH MY GOD! Oh my god he could be hurt!
Adams: No! You THINK!?
Griffin staggers back, out on his feet, and Jake quickly grabs him in a full nelson and...
Adams: Raab Buster!
Jake rolls Griffin over onto his back and hooks both legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Simone: Jake gets the pin! He ends his two match losing streak!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner ... Jake Raab!
Adams: Credit where it's due! Griffin gave him a hell of a fight!
Simone: Either one of these two men could easily be seen as contenders for Travis Levitt's Roulette Championship after this showing!
You see Andrew Garcia backstage outside Jessie Salco's locker room standing next to "Stoner" Scott Oliver. Andrew knocks on Jessie's door.
Scott: Andrew, you look excited. May I ask why?
Andrew: Well, Jessie Salco and I advanced to the 2nd round of the Blast From The Past tournament when I made Jamie Staggs tap out like the little bitch that he is.
Jessie Salco opens the door and sees Andrew and Scott outside her locker room.
Scott: I see. Jessie, how does it feel to finally get a victory over your former rival in Amanda Cortez?
Jessie gives a death stare at Scott, and before Jessie can say anything that would make matters worse, Andrew closes the door that separates Jessie and Scott.
Andrew: I know your question was well intended and valid, but knowing Jessie, that wasn't the smartest time to ask her that. I know that she is very happy to advance, and it was very satisfying for her to get a win over Amanda, but it would have meant more to her to have done it in the finals. I am looking forward to seeing who Jessie and I draw next and hopefully get a chance to go to the next round.
Andrew smiles and he walks away from Scott as the scene fades to black.
The cameras go backstage to find Kale sitting by himself staring off into the distance, his mind is clearly a thousand miles from here as his face is just blank.
Adams: Quick Belinda, this is your opening.
Simone: I'm sorry, what?
Adams: I see the way you gawk at him, go now and go quickly.
Kale doesn't notice the cameras are on him as he just slides back and slams his back against the wall, as his hands drag through his long matted hair before he slams the back on his head into the wall. His eyes fall shut as he seems to be trying to shut everything down so he can focus but his moment of silence is interrupted by the sound of the fans booing and the demeaning sound of fingers clicking.
Brittany: Wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!!!
Brittany Williams is now standing in front of Kale her hands on her hips as she taps her foot on the ground impatiently waiting for him to open his eyes. Kale tries to shrug it off, as he turns away from her.
Brittany: DON'T you dare face away from me. We have a match to go to and I don't deserve this..
Her hands fly up in the air as she highlights him.
Brittany: Get your disgusting, unwashed, foul ass up off those crates and get your head in the game... this isn't going to be an easy match for you and I don't deserve this lack of care from you, the princess doesn't deserve this type of laid back no shits given partner... like do you even care? Do you even want to win this thing?
Brittany was talking a mile a minute and Kale couldn't stand to hear another single second of it. Without opening his eyes he slid off the crates and started to walk off on his Blast from the Past tag team partner.
Brittany: Where are you going? Can you not see me? PAY ATTENTION TO ME!!!
She demanded as Kale walked off towards the ring. Refusing to turn back he just opened his eyes and forced a smile, the look on his face said it all Brittany was hard work but he was trying his best to make this work.
Kale: Try and keep up... we have a match to attend you royal pain in my arse.
Brittany stomped her feet on the ground in a huff before she shouted at her partner.
Brittany: I HEARD THAT!!!
Kale just spun around with a semi cheeky smile on his face.
Kale: That was the point, Princess Annoying now chop chop, we have a match soon and well from where I'm standing, everyone is waiting on you. So, how about we zip those lips, swing those hips and if you put one foot in front of the other, magic happens and you'll be walking.
Spinning back around Kale fixed his brown leather vest before he disappeared out of sight of the camera leaving a fuming Brittany behind. It didn't take her long to sound off as she started to follow him up the hallway with her arms flying from side to side.
Brittany: You CAN'T speak to me like that, apologise... it's my birthday next week, you can't talk to the birthday girl like this!!!!
The more she spoke the faster Kale walked and shortly the footage faded back to ringside.
Adams: Kale sure is lucky to have Brittany as his partner, look at her making him do things.
Simone: I'm not sure if Kale would say the same tonight, he seems a little distracted.
Justin: This next match is a quarterfinal match in the Blast from the past tournament....introducing first.
In the ring Bob Mitchell takes the mic from Justin Decent.
Bob: Worms of the Unwashed Masses! Feast your eyes on a true Marvel of Professional Wrestling! Both the honored past and unavoidable future all rolled up in one! He is THE SCW Original! He is THE Original Sinner! And he is returned! Now residing in London, England... By way of Atlantic Canada... THIS IS BLAAAAAAADE ALEXANDER!!!!
The guitar wails out the opening of Marilyn Manson's "Tourniquet" as Blade steps out onto the stage. He stands stoically surveying the audience before slowly making his way down to ringside making sure to avoid the errant hands searching out to touch their better. He takes a moment before climbing the steps to the ring apron and ascending to the second rope to again look over the crowd before he stretches both hands out, a savior crucified by a chorus of boos directed at him by the inferior who refuse to accept their better.
"Wild Eyes" By Parkway drive hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie
Justin: Now in the ring, standing 5'8 and weighing in at 150 pounds, from Atlanta Georgia, she is the reigning defending SCW Bombshells world champion, The strong style southern belle, ALLLIIICIA LUKAS
Before Justin could finish his announcement, he is distracted by the commotion that's coming from the top of the stage. 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. Smoke appears at the top of the ramp as a spotlight hits the entrance way but Alex Rush is nowhere to be seen. The screen lights up to see Alex Rush in a dimly lit room, the picture quality and sound poor.
Alex: Alllllllllloooooooo Scotland!
The crowd cheer as Alex looks around.
Alex: Now I was totally gonna come out there tonight, I'm in the area, I think. I'm in an arena but funny thing happened. I walked in to the wrong room, like a mop cupboard placey thing, and I turned around and this blonde chick with this title belt and this strip on her face shut the door behind me and called me an idiot.
Every looks towards Alicia who shrugs her shoulders and smirk.
Alex: But it's alright luv, you're a bit of alright, rawr!
Alex grins widely and clears his throat.
Alex: Ahem, so I thought I'd phone it in, I'm actually on my phone right now, cooieeee!
Alex waves his hand holding the phone.
Alex: Wait, wrong hand.
He changes to wave his free hand.
Alex: Anyway, the fella about to enter the ring now, some say he is just made of nothing but muscle, no water, no blood, some say the opposite, there was a whole arguement about it. Some even say that he once wrestled Bigfoot and Bigfoot still sends him flowers to say sorry for letting his face get in the way of this man's fist, but all I know is he is the man who is gonna be going to London Brawling II as a finalist for Britain's Got Talent.... Wait, Blast From The Past, he's the beast not exactly from the east, he is Kale Smith!
Alex free hand points down towards the black curtains and instantly Grinspoon's "Lost Control" rings through the speaker system. The lights just to flicker shades of green as out races Kale Smith from behind the thick black curtain. Kale takes a moment to look out into the SCW audience where he soaks it all in. Running his hands through his long untamed hair, he lets out a roaring like cheer before he makes a dash towards the the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope before leaping up to his feet to get ready for his impending match.
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 Crystal Hilton. Brittany offers a wide grin as Crystal's papara
i 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 beginJustin: Now in the ring, from Los Angeles California, she stands 5'2 and weighed in at 104 pounds, she is The LIL DREAM MACHINE. Brittany Williams!
DING DING DING!
Blade and Kale get on the apron as Alicia just smirks looking across the ring at Brittany. They both start to move to the center of the ring as the fans sense this could explode, Brittany mouths off at Alicia and Alicia just shakes her head and as Britt goes for a right hand Alicia simply ducks taking Brittany down with a double leg. Alicia slides over Brittany's body and starts laying in right hands from the mount position, Brittany tries to cover up and then rolls giving Alicia her back, Alica shakes her head and slaps Brittany across the back of the head before going for a rear naked choke, Brittany though is able to roll to the ropes kicking her legs before getting there as the referee calls for the break.
Simone: Brittany might be a talented kid but she needs to user her speed and hit and run against Alicia. Mat wrestling will not work
Adams: Agreed, Brittany is good when she can keep distance and move, if she gets close she won't be able to deal with Alicia's power and technical advantage.
Alicia moves around the ring with a smile and Brittany looks angry, Kale smirks and points at Alicia telling Brittany to go get her, Brittany runs in and Alicia ducks down picking Brittany up and dumping her down before locking in a waistlock from the side, Alicia pics Brittany up and hits a gutwrench suplex, rolling over Brittany and keeping her hands locked doing it again, this time releasing dumping Brittany down hard on her side. Alicia pops up and shakes her head looking over at Blade who seems to silently watch, Alicia grabs hold of Brittany's leg and looks a little cocky as she laughs at her hopping towards Kale, Brittany though spins on her jheel and leaps in the air kicking Alicia in the side of the head. Alicia holds her ear as Brittany leaps and tags in Kale bringing in Blade Alexander
Adams: Oh here we go.....
Simone: The upbeat Aussie against the Canadian Brawler...
Adams: Kale is damn impressive, but Blade was one of the guys SCW was built on.....
They go to lock up, Blade slides around and into a rear waistlock, Kale runs to the ropes and hooks his arms around them making Blade slingshot backward, he rolls over his shoulder to his feet and runs forward ducking under a clothesline attempt from Kale hitting the ropes before hitting a low running knee to Kale's midsection doubling him over, Blade then hits a swinging neckbreaker and hooks the leg going for a pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Kale kicks out and Blade stays on the attack pulling him up by his hair, Kale slaps Blade's hands away and hits a few hard forearms before backing Blade against the ropes, he whips Blade and ducks down, throwing Alexander in the air bringing him down onto his knee with a gutbuster, Blade seems to be out of breath as Kale shoves him off, hits the ropes and kicks him in the side of the face with a low dropkick, Blade rolls from the ring to the floor, he walks around the ring and Kale, without missing a beat sprints to the ropes throwing his body over the top rope to the floor with a fosbury flop making the crowd go insane.
Simone: Kale Smith is so fluid in the ring, he just transitions from one move to another and he can fly like an eagle....
Adams: Or an emu.....
Simone: Emu's....can't...fly....
Adams: .....oh......
Kale rolls Blade back into the ring and climbs to the top rope measuring him up, but Alicia runs over and distracts him, Kale looks over and Blade jumps onto the ropes causing Kale to fall and crotch himself on the turnbuckle, Blade smirks and climbs to the middle rope setting Kale up for a superplex, both men crash to the mat hard, Blade looks over and reaches up to tag in Alicia, as they do Brittany jumps into the ring, she ducks a clothesline from Alicia and hits a running hurricanrana sending Alicia across the ring rolling to the ropes, Brittany follows in going for a clothesline but Alicia ducks and backdrops her onto the apron, Brittany lands on her feet, grabs the top rope and kicks Alicia in the back of the head, she stumbles forward and Brittany throws her leg over the middle rope and pulls herself through the top and middle bouncing off the bottom rope into a flatliner!, she covers Alicia.
ONE!
TWO!
Alicia kicks out
Simone: Damn Brittany!
Adams: That is what she needs to do, she is a natural athlete, but she can't let Alicia get a hold of her, she needs to stick and move!.
Brittany looks at Alicia's positioning, she then hits the middle rope going for her lionsault she calls the Stay Down Noob!, Alicia gets her legs up, Brittany lands but holds Alicia's legs and goes to flip her over in a bostin crab, Alicia though kicks Brittany backwards towards the ropes and then kips up catching Britanny on the rebound with an over the head belly to belly suplex. Brittany crashes to the mat and Alicia picks Brittany up for the Georgia Drop!, Britt kicks her legs and lands behind Alicia hitting the roundhouse kick to her head, Britt points to Alicia with a gun styles hand gesture and screams "BOOM! HEADSHOT!". She then goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
Alicia again kicks out. Brittany shakes her head and seems to get angry, she pulls Alicia up and goes for the coronation Implant DDT, Alicia though is able to block it and then throws Brittany over her head with a Northern lights suplex releasing it, both women gets to their feet and Britt runs at Alicia who ducks down picking her up and planting the young wrestler with a spinebuster. Alicia sits back and Blade reaches over tagging himself in. Alicia turns and looks at him confused. The two seem to argue.
Simone: Blade Alexander just tagged himself in, and Alicia Lukas looks rather annoyed
Adams: Alicia believes she had this match well in hand, but Blade wanted in and tagged, Brittany is just rolling from the ring now!
Simone: They need to get their heads in the game, this is a team affair!, the only way to win is to work together!
Adams: Kale Smith is getting in and Blade is too busy with Alicia to notice....
Alicia leaves the ring getting on the apron, Kale slides in and hits a dropkick on Blade as he turns around, Blade hits Alicia off the apron who flies off and hits the barricade, Alicia is out!. Kale looks around and slides from the ring, he leaps onto the top rope and off with a springboard 450. He crashes down on Blade and hooks the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
Blade kicks out. Kale shakes his head and pulls Blade to his feet, he signals for his cliff hanger slam, Blade though shoves him off and as Kale goes for a clothesline Blade ducks it and hits a thrust kick to Kale's chest, Kale drops to one knee and Blade goes for his Crossface chickenwing, Kale grabs Blade by the head and neck and throws Blade up and over his back, Blade rolls forward but Kale jumps up grabbing Blade's head into the guilotine choke!, he has it in deep, Alicia comes too and looks up seeing Blade in trouble, she goes to slide in and break it up but before she can stop it Blade taps!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match, Brittany Williams and Kale Smith!
Simone: And SCW's Bombshell Champion is out of the tournament and that is something she will not be happy with.
Adams: I know someone who will be happy. Somewhere backstage, Kate Steele will be rubbing her hands together cause she knows she will be able to do exactly what she wants and cash in her briefcase.
Simone: If she was smart, she wouldn't cause Alicia will not be in the mood to take it easy.
Adams: Either way, Kale Smith and Brittany Williams are in to the semi final.
The cameras pan backstage to see Kale pushing his way back through the thick black curtains after his match. He turns and sets his sights on the steps and as soon as he leaps down the three of them he looks to take off in the direction of the locker rooms but mid stride he is stopped dead in his tracks by Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Kale... Kaaaaale!
She calls out towards him, flying in with a microphone in her hand as she waves towards him with another.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I just wanted to say congratulations on picking up the win out there.
Rocky smiles as Kale just thanks her and looks to side step the interview but Rocky continues.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Did you really think you and Brittany would make it this far? I mean beating Alicia and Blade wasn't an easy task and to be honest you seem to be teamed with one of the hardest people to get along with...
Kale just scrunched his nose up, he knew there was a question in there but he didn't see much point in answering it.
Kale: Britt is a good girl, she works hard in the ring and that's all I could ask for... now if you'll excuse me... I don't want to seem rude but I have a flight to catch.
Rocky didn't see the urgency in Kale's pained face as she kept up with him and pressed him for more details.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Where are you off to? What's going on? Why are you in a rush?
Kale had enough of the questions so he simply turned back to Rocky with a forced smile on his face.
Kale: Look any other week and I would love to entertain you, I really would... growing up I always had a thing for you, but right now... right now the only woman that deserves my attention is laying in a hospital bed on the other side of the world, so please stop with all these questions because I need to go.
He didn't wait for an response he just took off towards his locker room while Brittany and Alex Rush, finally let out of the janitors closet, made their way into the scene.
Brittany: He better be running off to buy me a present!!!
Alex just slapped his hand hard across his face and dragged it downwards.
Alex: And people say I'm rockers? Or do they say I'm a rocker? Either way you nit wit... he is off to see his mummy.
Rocky turns to Alex and puts him on the spot.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What's going on?
Alex just clicks his tongue off his teeth before he opens his mouth but decides against it.
Alex: You almost had me, but not today.
He zips his lips and throws away the key before clicking his heels and taking off in the same direction that Kale sped off in.
"New Blood" by Zayde Wolf begins to play over the PA system. It is a song that would probably not be familiar to anyone who is exclusively a fan of SCW, but the cheer it elicits from the crowd suggests there are plenty of fans present inside the Edinburgh International Climbing Arena that know who is about to appear, and once the intro finishes, the cheers increase in volume, as out through the curtains walks Lowri Moss. Dressed casually, and with a smile on her face, Lowri takes a few seconds to scan the crowd, savouring their response to her arrival. She slowly makes her way down to the ring, doing her best to slap hands with each of the fans that reach out to her on either side of the aisle. After arriving at ringside, Lowri clambers into the ring, and goes to collect a microphone. She walks towards the centre of the ring, and glances around at the fans present inside the venue, basking in their cheers. Once her music ceases playing, Lowri then raises her hand - and the microphone - towards her mouth.
Lowri: What's occurring, Edinburgh?
That draws the anticipated cheap pop.
Lowri: I... errr...
There is a momentary hesitation from Lowri. She lets out a somewhat nervous laugh, before proceeding.
Lowri: I've got to say, it feels a bit weird for me to be stood in the six-sided ring again, fifteen months on from Full Circle. And you know, it has been even longer since I was last inside a ring on Scottish soil, so thank you all for that great welcome.
Many of the fans break out into a chant.
Crowd: LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI! LOW-RI!
Lowri waits for the noise to die down before speaking again.
Lowri: Awww, thanks guys!
Her smile broadens, as she continues.
Lowri: Now, unfortunately you aren't going to get to see me wrestle tonight...
That draws boos from some fans, but they are good-natured in tone, which causes Lowri to let out another laugh.
Lowri: I know, I know. While I'm not going to be wrestling here tonight though, I will of course be in a match on next Sunday's show, when SCW rolls into Cardiff. However, as I said during last week's show, not everyone around here is as happy to see me back inside the six-sided ring as you lot are, and the one person in particular who has taken offence to me being allowed to be part of the show in Cardiff is Mercedes Vargas.
The mention of The Argentine Assassin causes the crowd to boo again, more sincerely this time.
Lowri: I talked briefly last week about why I'm going to be appearing on the show in seven days' time, and rather than repeating myself, I'm just going to cut to the chase.
Lowri turns to look up the aisle, towards the stage.
Lowri: I'm sure you're back there, Mercedes, so how about you come out here to the ring, so that you and I can talk things through, face-to-face?
"Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 sounds throughout the arena and after a moment's delay, Mercedes Vargas makes her entrance with her own microphone in hand. The SCW Hall of Famer makes a show of it being called out before shaking her head. She promptly enters the ring via the steel steps, eyeing Lowri before she settles for standing a few feet from her. Mercedes smiles at the deafening boos that greet her. She then takes her sunglasses off with her free hand before raising her microphone.
Mercedes: You know what's almost as ridiculous as being here in Scotland? It's coming out here for this face-to-face. You asked me to be in Edinburgh tonight, so here I am, Lowri. So whatever it is you're about to tell me, I hope it's good.
Lowri takes a breath, before smiling wryly.
Lowri: Two weeks ago, when SCW began its tour of the British Isles in Dublin, I was watching from afar. I watched as the opening round of this year's Blast from the Past tournament got underway. I watched as a new World Heavyweight Champion was crowned in the main event. I watched the whole show with interest, knowing that it wouldn't be all that long before I was stepping into the six-sided ring, once the tour reached Cardiff. There was one part of that show in particular that grabbed my attention though, and that was when a certain someone came down to this ring, and started talking about yours truly.
That "certain someone" Lowri is referring to is of course the woman who is now stood opposite her.
Lowri: I admit that you made some valid points, Mercedes, as you questioned why I'm being allowed to appear on next Sunday's show. I mean, you're right that I've never been a full-time member of the roster - although that's not for the want of trying on the part of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood.
A beat passes, before Lowri continues.
Lowri: Maybe this plays into you saying that I'm selfish - you aren't the first person to accuse me of that, by the way - but I'm here because I want to be here, inside this ring. I'm also here because the two men who run this promotion want me here, even if it's only going to be for one match, in seven days from now. And perhaps most importantly, I'm here because they want me here.
As she says "they," Lowri points to the crowd, who respond to her with a loud cheer.
Lowri: But you know, while I do have a match scheduled for next Sunday, I don't yet have an opponent. And so I've been thinking, Mercedes... since you think it's so unfair that I'm able to come and go from SCW, how about you follow through on your declaration that you would do something about it - how about next week in Cardiff, making it Lowri Moss... versus Mercedes Vargas?
There is another cheer from the fans, showing their enthusiasm for the proposed matchup.
Lowri: What do you say?
Mercedes takes a moment to process the question before she smiles then brings up her microphone.>
Mercedes: "What do I say?" I say this: Who the hell do you think you are?
As she says this, the boos directed at her grow louder.
Mercedes: Do you know who you're talking to? I am a Hall of Famer. I've done everything there is to do in this company. I am the most decorated talent on the roster and of anyone who has ever set foot in this...very...ring.
Mercedes points down at the canvas three times to emphasis this point.
Mercedes: You have no idea what you're asking for, sweetheart. If you need a reminder to what happened the last time someone challenged me to a match, just ask Ella Singleton, if you can find her.
Mercedes starts to pace, dividing her attention between Lowri and the fans.
Mercedes: Wow. You actually believe what you're saying right now? You WANT to be here? That these fans, these same fickle fans who don't know what they want, want you to be here? Maybe you haven't been here long enough, but Mark and Christian will welcome just about anyone with open arms if it's to line their pockets.
Mercedes stops her pacing and turns to Lowri as she continues.
Mercedes: 'I want to be here." You know, it's been said many times in many ways that it's become a cliche. But after almost seven years of being here, for every "'fill-in-the-blank' is SCW!" declaration from the owners, for every person who says "I want to be here," they know, whether they love me or hate me, that I mean it.
She holds up her index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture, then brings the microphone to her mouth.
Mercedes: See, you say you want to be here, Lowri, you say that now, you hear the chants and cheers for you now, but you're no different than anyone in the dressing room. See, I've been here in the good times, and the bad. I've had some great moments in SCW, but I've been here when it wasn't so cool to be an SCW wrestler. In the good times and the bad times I'm the one in the company who beats the company drum saying this is where I belong, this is my home, and I want to be here. No one can question that. These people can't question that, Mark and Christian can't question that and you can't question that.
Mercedes briefly lowers her microphone and by her emotions she struggles to bit back the anger that was clearly still there deep within her.
Mercedes: I need you to explain something to me. How many times have you quit this company, Lowri? How many times have you quit and walked away because the money wasn't right or the opponent wasn't right or the city wasn't right? And now that you're back SCW is supposed to roll out the red carpet? You feel so entitled that you can stroll into the company and Mark and Christian suddenly cave to meet your demands and give you what you want. Why? Because you think you're special? Wrestling doesn't work like that. Life doesn't work like that. Yeah, I called you selfish and you have done nothing to change my opinion. What you have done is proved that you're just as much a hypocrite as Natalie ever was!
Mercedes nods her head, sticking true to her convictions whether real or imagined.
Mercedes: A match with you? You!? You've competed in only four matches in three years. I'm main event talent who challenge for world championships. I don't lower myself to facing quitters, Lowri. Stick to signing autographs and taking pictures, that's all you're good for. You're a loser, pathetic, you've done nothing and you are nothing. So as far as fighting you next week? You can forget it because you're just not worth it.
This is met with a voracious amount of boos and jeers as Mercedes steps back having said her piece.
Lowri takes a few seconds to digest everything that Mercedes has just said.
Lowri: Four matches in three years, huh?
She then gives a nod of her head, conceding that Mercedes is correct in that regard. Those particulars numbers do not quite paint the full picture though.
Lowri: Alright, Mercedes. Let's look at those four matches - let's look at my history in SCW. The first time I ever set foot in an SCW ring was almost two and a half years ago exactly, when I competed in what for all intents and purposes was a try-out match. However, while I did win the match, a contract offer wasn't forthcoming. At least, not yet. It wouldn't be long though before I was back inside the six-sided ring, as with High Stakes VI approaching, my compatriot Natalie McKinley found herself in need of a partner to take on the Justice League, and so she decided to turn to me for help. And after we won the match, that time I was offered a contract. But there was a problem: Mark Ward didn't just want me, he wanted both me and Natalie - he wanted us to be a regular team in SCW. Natalie wasn't interested though, and so the offer was rescinded.
There is a slight shrug from Lowri.
Lowri: In spite of that, I was soon receiving opportunities elsewhere, and I started to make a name for myself, both in the Europe and in the US. My stock began to rise to such an extent that the next time I was at an SCW show, simply hanging out backstage, I ended up having the FoShan Bombshells challenge me to a tag team match, with Natalie as my partner. And after we beat Song and Orchid, we were then handpicked by London Underground, to challenge them for the bombshell tag titles; we all know how that panned out.
Another wry smile crosses her lips.
Lowri: The fact is, Mercedes, that I have never quit SCW. I have never even been signed to an SCW contract. Each time I've walked through the doors of SCW, I've done so as a free agent, from the first time, when I was merely being given an opportunity to show what I could do, up to now, when I've been brought in as a special attraction for the fans in my home country.
Lowri gazes around at the fans on all sides of the ring, before turning her attention back towards Mercedes.
Lowri: You see, you talk about me having only had four matches in three years, and while that's true as far as SCW is concerned, it doesn't tell anywhere near the full story - and you know it. For over two years now, I've been competing on both sides of the Atlantic, accruing experience, winning the hearts of fans everywhere, and developing a reputation for myself. I've main evented numerous shows; I've won championships, and I've won tournaments; I've had success both on my own, and as part of a team. Pretty much the only thing I haven't done is win a world title - although I've beaten several former world champions in the first few months of this year alone, so that day will come.
Another beat passes.
Lowri: So far you to stand there and talk down to me...
Lowri's upper lip curls into a sneer, with her clearly having taken offence at Mercedes's remarks. However, she then lets out a sigh.
Lowri: You know what, Mercedes? If you really don't want to fight me next week, then fine, I'll find someone else to be my opponent. Besides, I don't blame you for not wanting to fight me, knowing what happened the last time you were inside the six-sided ring with a girl from South Wales - and knowing that I'm a better wrestler than she ever was.
A smirk forms on Lowri's mouth. Laughing into the microphone, Mercedes shakes her head in wonderment.
Mercedes: Wait, you're better than Natalie? I wonder what she would say about that if she was here right now?
Mercedes basks in this moment with a big grin on her face.
Mercedes: Then again, Natalie IS using you to be relevant again. It's nice to know that you no longer have to pretend to be Natalie's friend anymore. At the very least, talking behind her back? You don't have the guts to say it to her face. You know, as her best friend.
Mercedes stretches "best friend," while using air quotes then shakes her head in mock pity.
Mercedes: Natalie's last full run in SCW was in 2016 and ever since she was allowed back after her suspension had been lifted, she's been trying to find a way back in and she found one...in you, Lowri.
She points at Lowri.
Mercedes: Winning the Bombshell Roulette Championship is Natalie's greatest moment, it's all she talks about, but it's only so many times she can bang that drum. It's been four years. The Mercedes back then isn't the Mercedes right now. Lowri, if you were as good as you say you are, maybe you wouldn't be wrestling in SCW just once a year.
The crowd boos.
Mercedes: Sweetheart, you couldn't even lace my boots.
Lowri audibly scoffs at that claim.
Lowri: Well, if that's the case, then you would have no trouble beating me, would you? Not even in front of my family, and all my friends...
Mercedes: Lowri, beating you would be the easiest win of my SCW career. I get it, I see where this is going. You're picking your moment. Well, next Sunday, what better way to make another moment at your expense in front of your friends, in front of your family in your hometown. Lowri, if that's the match you want...
She closes in the space between them.
Mercedes: If that's the match you want, you got it. But let me tell you that moment will only be a disappointment. Who knows? Your first match back just might be your last.
A tense moment follows, as the two stare silently at one another for a few seconds. Lowri then takes a deep breath.
Lowri: 'Kay.
The fans in Edinburgh cheer as the staredown continues for another couple of seconds. Finally Mercedes takes a step backward, not taking her gaze off Lowri, who stands there defiant. Mercedes steps out of the ring as "New Blood" begins to play again, and she walks back up the aisle, with her back to Lowri.
"Just For" blares as Trinity Jones steps through the curtain to a mixed reaction.
Justin: Please welcome Trinity Jones.
Trinity walks down the ramp, rounds the corner and heads toward the commentary booth. Instead of joining Jason and Belinda, she grabs a chair and sets it next to the booth.
Simone: I guess Trinity is keeping her word.
Adams: I thought she was going to join us.
As they continue to talk, the steel cage starts dropping down from the ceiling. As the cage lowers, Amy Marshall's music begins playing as she steps out from behind the curtain.
Justin: The following contest is a steel cage match scheduled for one fall. The only way to win is by pinfall, submission or escaping. Introducing first the challenger, from Juneau, Alaska...this is Amy Marshall
Amy slowly walks down the ramp as she eyes the steel cage.
Simone: I don't think Amy knew it was going to be a steel cage match.
As Amy finally reaches the ring, Sam's music blares as the crowd jumps to their feet. Sam walks out with the Bombshell Roulette Championship draped over her shoulder.
Justin: And the opponent, she is the current Bombshell Roulette champion, Sam Marlowe
Sam heads down the ramp while cracking her fingers.
Adams: Sam is looking hyped up tonight.
Simone: This is going to be a good match.
Sam Marlowe and Amy Marshall continue to check their surroundings as Jacob Summers stands in the center of the ring holding the Bombshell Roulette championship high in the air. He twirls in a complete circle before handing the championship to a second referee standing on the outside. The referee closes the cage door as Jacob signals for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Sam and Amy peel out of their corners and starts circling each other. They meet in the center of the ring with a collar elbow tie up. The two ladies jockey for position as Amy gains the upper hand with a quick knee to midsection. She hooks Sam in a front facelock before slamming her down with a DDT. Sam lands face first as Amy drives her elbow into Sam's back. She turns Sam over and continues to land multiple rights into the face. Sam is trying to cover up as Amy continues the assault. Amy picks Sam up and whips her right into the steel cage wall. Sam strikes the wall back first as Amy follows with a cross body. Amy then pulls Sam away from the ropes and goes for the quick cover.
ONE
TW....
Sam kicks out as Amy shakes her head. She picks Sam up and flings her into the corner. Amy follows her with a stinger splash before placing her foot across Sam's throat. She pushes her back as Sam struggles to catch her breath. Amy smirks as she runs toward the adjacent ropes before coming back with a vicious face wash. Sam is holding her face as Amy continues to stomp her. Amy picks Sam back up and flings her into the cage again.
Simone: Oh man, Amy is really taking it to Sam right now.
Adams: I don't think Trinity cares right now.
Trinity can be seen sitting next to the commentary table watching closely as Amy continues to drive Sam into the steel cage. Sam is holding her back as Amy leaps into the air and catches Sam with a hurricanrana. Amy follows it up with a float over Neckbreaker. Sam's head snaps back as Amy goes for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Sam manages to kick out as Amy stands back up to her feet. She kicks Sam in the face before stepping away. She suddenly begins to climb up the steel cage looking to escape. Sam suddenly begins to move as Amy is close to the top. Sam leaps up onto the cage, grabs a hold of Amy's leg before tossing her off. Amy lands hard on her back as Sam flips off the cage wall and lands with a double foot stomp into the sternum.
Sam continues to hold her back as her eyes lock onto Trinity. Trinity doesn't move as Sam looks down, picks Amy up off the canvas and tosses her back first into the steel cage. Amy screams out as Sam climbs up to the second turnbuckle before catching Amy with a Flatliner.
Adams: Sam has now taken control over the match.
Simone: who do you think Trinity wants to win?
Sam starts stomping the hell out of Amy as she grabs both hands of Amy before standing on her hair. Amy shouts as Sam let's go before hitting a handspring knee drop as she decides to go for the cover.
ONE!
TW.....
Amy kicks out as Sam starts firing piston like rights into the face and shoulder of Amy. Amy is trying to cover up as Sam continues with the heavy rights. Sam once again pulls Amy up and interlocks her fingers with hers. Sam open hand slams the chest of Amy before climbing up the ropes before flinging Amy across the ring with the modified arm drag. Amy staggers back up to her feet as Sam comes flying at her with a front Dropkick. The force of the kick sends Amy back first into the turnbuckles.
Sam follows it up with a springboard bulldog as she once again goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR....
Amy just barely kicks out as Sam can't believe it. She goes pick Amy up but gets caught in a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
Sam kicks out as Amy rolls across the ring. Amy pulls herself up as she catches Sam in the air and throws her into the steel cage. Sam sMackenzies it face first before dropping down between the ropes and the cage. Amy shakes her head while pushing Sam back into the cage. Sam screams in agony as a sick smile appears on Trinity's lips. Amy let's go as she steps away for a minute.
Simone: This has been an incredible match thus far.
Adams: You can say that again.
Amy comes running back at Sam and baseball slides into the ribcage of Sam. Sam grabs her sternum as Amy pulls her up and slams the back of her head repeatedly into the cage before driving her shoulder into the sternum. Sam is screaming as Amy springs off the ropes before connecting with a Dropkick knocking Sam back into the cage.
Sam drapes across the ropes as Amy comes running off the ropes but Sam leans back causing Amy to miss with the knee. Amy tries to catch her balance as Sam slingshots herself over the ropes before catching Amy with a hurricanrana of her own. Amy bounces off the canvas as she catches Sam with a quick clothesline.
Amy follows it up with a springboard Moonsault landing across Sam. Amy leans up holding her stomach before falling back into a pinning predicament.
ONE!
TWO!
Sam kicks out as Amy grabs at her hair. She slams her fist down across Sam's face before going for another cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Sam kicks out again as Amy pounds the canvas before yanking Sam up to a seated position. She grabs a hold of both arms, pulls them back while posting her knee into the spine. Sam screams as Jacob sees if she wants to give up. Sam shakes her head as Amy pulls back.
Simone: Amy is really pulling out all the stops.
Adams: She is really giving it to Sam.
Amy continues to pull back on Sam's arms as the crowd is trying to get behind her. Sam starts banging her feet on the canvas as she works her way up to her feet. Amy is trying to keep control but Sam leaps forward while kicking Amy with a double mule kick. Amy staggers as Sam bounces off the ropes and connects with a high cross body. She lands on top of Amy before rolling off her. Sam gets to one knee as she looks at Amy.
She then picks Amy up and connects with a swinging Neckbreaker. Sam follows it up with a standing Moonsault capped off with a running back Senton. Sam once again goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR.....
Amy kicks out as Sam continues to move with urgency. Sam runs the ropes but gets caught with a drop toe hold. Amy turns Sam over, grabs both of her legs and throws her face and chest first into the steel cage. Sam falls down to a knee as Amy dropkicks Sam face first into the steel cage again. Amy drags Sam away from the ropes again before springing off them and landing with a leg drop. Amy doesn't go for the cover right away as she climbs up to the top rope.
Simone: Amy is looking for something big.
Amy stands up on the turnbuckle and looks to climb up the cage. As she starts, Sam leaps up onto the top turnbuckle, wraps her arms around Amy's waist and throws her with a super German Suplex. The crowd is in shock as Amy instinctively grabs at her neck. Sam is holding her back as she once again hooks Amy's legs and tosses her face first into the steel cage.
Sam pulls Amy up and jumps up onto her shoulders. Sam then connects with a reverse frankensteiner. She then springs off the ropes but Amy moves out of the way. Sam lands hard as Amy slowly pulls herself up to one knee. She continues to grab her neck as she grabs Sam by the hair. She pulls Sam up, hooks her in a front Facelock but Sam lands multiple rights into the sternum. Amy let's go as Sam counters with a northern lights Suplex. Sam doesn't go for the cover as she quickly gets back up to her feet.
She takes a minute to look at Trinity who has not moved from her chair. She tells Trinity to watch as Sam turns back towards Amy. Amy pokes Sam in the eyes as Sam staggers. Amy uses the opportunity to spring off the ropes and lands a kick to the side of Sam's head.
Adams: What a kick!
Amy motions for the 450 as she climbs up once again. However she takes a little too much time as Sam catches her and knocks her legs out. Amy straddles the turnbuckle as Sam hooks her in a front Facelock before hitting an elevated DDT. Amy lands hard on her face as Sam drags her away from the ropes and springs up to the top rope. She spins around and leaps off. She connects with the diving Moonsault.
Simone: Sammisault
Sam goes for the cover as Jacob slides into the position.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Jacob signals for the bell as Sam gets up to her knees.
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and still Bombshell roulette champion Sam Marlowe
Sam is handed her championship as she begins to celebrate.
Simone: Sam did it. She retained in a hard fought cage match.
Adams: Oh no. Trinity just stood up.
As Sam is celebrating, Trinity had vacated her chair and walked around the ring. The cage was just starting to rise as Trinity slides into the ring. She stands back up and gets right behind Sam. Sam turns to see Trinity standing there. Trinity doesn't say a word but points at the belt.
Adams: I think Trinity is telling Sam she's next.
Simone: Are we going to see Sam vs Trinity three?
Adams: It looks likely.
Simone: What a way to end the show. Join us again next week as our Across The Pond tour continues where we head to Cardiff, Wales where we will have a great main event.
Adams: We've just been told that Lowri Moss will be taking on Mercedes Vargas in the main event!
Simone: Huge news! Well, join us for that and so much more next week. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying good night everybody!
The camera fades to Sam Marlowe and Trinity Jones staring at each other.
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Dustin, AJ, Annie, Jenny, Lowri, Mercedes, Mandy, Court, Casey. Also thank you again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed.