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Two; SCW2: Live from the Luxor
Topic Started: Sep 10 2016, 11:58 PM (70 Views)
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(The cameras begin with a single shot of the ring from a bird's-eye-view, before capturing shots of legendary icons within the building, from the Sphinx to the pyramid, until finally panning out and then filming a panoramic view of the audience within the Luxor Hotel and Casino. Several signs are shown including, "PLEASE DON’T GO, SCW", "IS BUDDY BAKER FIT FOR THIS KIND OF PRESSURE?", "I CAME FOR REX EVANS THEN I BOUGHT TICKETS FOR THIS SHOW", “GREAT BRYTAIN", "WE NEED A DOCTOR", and, "YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOVE ME TO BE MY LOVER, WESTLEY" before stopping at the commentary table on Oscar Cruize and Amanda.)

A: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to SCW Two!

OC: Our penultimate SCW show from the Luxor. I might cry, ‘Manda!

A: Well, save it until after the show because we have four incredible performances tonight.

OC: AND the official contract signing between Rex Evans and Hall of Famer Doug E. Fresh!

A: Exactly. Rex Evans teams with his brother in Anger Management to face the Southside Connection in our last ever Tag Team Championship match. The winner goes down in history as the final SCW Tag Team Champions.

OC: Every match tonight is a title match! My Bae, Tarja, goes up against Amy Jo Smyth tonight in the last SCW Vegas Championship match as we currently know it!

A: The winner of that will unify the titles with the winner of our Heritage Title match between West McFadden and “The Oncoming Storm” Erin Gordon.

OC: And finally, in our main event, one-on-one for the first time, Brytain Rollins defends the SCW Global Championship for the first time when she takes on the former champion, Sandy Makel. And Amanda, let me be the first to remind you, Brytain did not defeat Sandy Makel at SCW One…

A: Maybe not explicitly. But she still won the match that he was in. And she is still our SCW Global Champion. Your champion, Oscar…

OC: Yada-yada-yada.

A: Without any further ado, let’s kick things off with the Heritage Championship!

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SCW Heritage Championship
Westley McFadden © vs “The Oncoming Storm” Erin Gordon


(The overhead lights dim their way down to full darkness, the sound of a rising wind filling the air along with the crowd's ovation. A roll of distant thunder is joined by brief flashes of white lights around the edges of the arena's interior, this repeating a couple of times before a particularly loud BOOM! triggers all of those white lights turning on... and staying that way for a moment before the opening chords of 'Relentless' hits the sound system. When the blinding brilliance fades, a single spotlight remains on, its beam pointed at the top of the ramp where Erin Gordon stands, her shoulders square and her expression intense with focus. The track jumps to the chorus as the Oncoming Storm thrusts a fist upward, the motion setting off that quick flash of white light as the fans cheer all the more.)

GC: The following bout is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heritage Championship!

Never gonna stop... won't quit 'til I'm not breathing.
Chase me all you want, it won't be enough.
Never gonna stop....
Even if these wounds keep bleeding, I'm not giving up.
It won't be enough....


GC: Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Blooming Valley, Pennsylvania, weighing in at one hundred and fifty-two pounds, “The Oncoming Storm” ERIIINNN GOOORDDDDOONN!

(Making her way down the ramp with purpose, Erin doesn't mind the fans reaching out for her-- she slaps the occasional hand, as a matter of fact. The Oncoming Storm's focus, though, is solely centered upon the ring. She speeds up when she gets near the bottom of the ramp, sliding into the ring on her stomach before she's quickly getting to her feet and heading over toward her corner, her music fading as she puts her back to it and waits for the Heritage Champion.)

GC: And her opponent...

(“Till I Collapse" by Eminem begins to play to the sold out arena. The music fills the arena as Westley McFadden steps out onto the small stage. He pauses and cracks his taped knuckles before descending the ramp. He slides beneath the bottom rope of the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle, and ascends the pole, looking down at the Heritage Title belt around his waist.)

GC: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-two pounds, he is your SCW Heritage Champion… WESTLEEEYYY MCFAAADDENNNN!

(On the middle pad, McFadden bumps his chest in taunt with his fingertips before opening his arms to the crowd--accepting whatever reception they shower his way. He unbuckles the Heritage Title, hoisting it once above his head as he jumps down, turning back to wait for the match to start.)

A: And these two are ready to kick off the show with Heritage Rules action-- and perhaps the last time we’ll see such a match.

(Referee Buddy Baker displays the belt to each side of the audience before handing it to the timekeeper.)

OC: These two probably aren’t gonna hold anything back with what’s at stake here.

(The bell sounds and the two competitors circle the center of the ring for a moment before Westley McFadden breaks forward to lock up. Gordon ducks under his arms and hits a spinning back elbow to the side of the head to an impressive ”OOOHH!” from the crowd. With a smirk, McFadden stumbles back. He shakes it off and rushes forward for a Clothesline, but Gordon nails him with an oncoming back elbow to the face this time! Spit flies from McFadden’s mouth and Gordon lays into him with a series of European Uppercuts that back him into the ropes!)

A: And look at the fire from the challenger in the opening moments of this Heritage Championship contest!

OC: Is she even following Heritage rules?!

A: She’s not using any fists or illegal blows!

OC: Watch her close, Baker!

(After a fourth and fifth European Uppercut, Gordon goes to Irish Whip the champ across the ring, but McFadden reverses it, sending “The Oncoming Storm” off the ropes…

...and she rebounds with a stiff Clothesline, catching McFadden in the jaw! McFadden is thrown to his back and Gordon scrambles for a cover, but McFadden rolls over onto his back. Gordon drives elbows into the top of his head instead, locking him into a facelock as McFadden works his way to his feet-- but he counters with a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge to a pop from the crowd! Baker drops down to make the first count of the match, but Gordon clubs McFadden’s sides, forcing him to lose his bridge! She rolls him up with a La Magistral and Baker makes the count!

ONE
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TWO--!

McFadden breaks free and both competitors roll to their feet. McFadden nails a high Dropkick out of nowhere, catching Gordon between the eyes!)

A: And the entire Luxor felt that!

(Gordon rolls to her knees, but doesn’t hesitate! She charges McFadden, hitting a hard elbow to the jaw. McFadden grabs Gordon by the head and pulls her into a hard forearm, before hitting a chop that catches her across the sternum! Gordon reels back and McFadden shoots the ropes, rebounding with a second Dropkick, sending her to her back! He rises to his feet, looking out into the audience for a moment with a small smile crossing his face as he runs a hand through his hair-- and leaps up, driving the point of his elbow down into Gordon’s heart! He hooks both legs!)

OC: He doesn’t just lay on you-- he makes sure it’s all bone being driven down into the chest with those elbow drops.

A: And that could stun Gordon for the three count!

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THRE-!

Gordon throws the shoulder up and McFadden stands up, pulling the challenger with him as well. He Irish Whips her into the ropes and is quick to follow up with a running knee-- but Gordon throws herself over the top rope and onto the apron! McFadden catches himself on the middle turnbuckle, but Gordon stuns him with a European Uppercut! She slides into the ring between the top and middle rope and reaches up, pulling McFadden down with a rough, quick Head-Pull Backbreaker!)

OC: Yikes!

A: Insane Downpour by Erin Gordon and McFadden just got completely rocked!

(Gordon slides back through the ropes to the apron, waiting for McFadden to climb up to his feet. As he staggers upright, Gordon leaps onto the top rope and hits a stiff Springboard Clothesline to the back of his neck! McFadden is nearly spiked into the canvas as a result and Gordon rolls through, back to her feet! She screams for McFadden to get up again.)

OC: And she’s gonna finish him off in a match that’s only lasted a couple of minutes! For shame, McFadden!

(McFadden reaches his feet and Gordon nails yet another running back elbow before pulling him close and hooking him for an STO-- but the champion elbows his way out of it! Gordon transitions into a side headlock, trying to force McFadden to bend in an unnatural position!)

A: What is she trying to do here?!

OC: She’s trying to hurt him! It doesn’t have to look fancy!

(McFadden cries out in agony, but gets a foot behind Gordon’s and hoists her upright before slamming her to the canvas with a Spinout Powerbomb!)

A: And that’s a way to get out of it.

OC: By straight-up outmuscling your opponent!

(McFadden reaches his feet, falling back and briefly resting against the corner to fully recover his balance. He steps out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle, looking down at Erin Gordon for a moment before leaping off for a Diving Elbow Drop-- right into the knees of the challenger! His arm and ribs collide with the points of the champion’s knees! McFadden cries out in pain but both Sinners begin climbing to their feet.)

OC: Those few seconds of hesitation cost him, the idiot!

A: And he’s the worse-off of the two as they reach a vertical base here, Oscar.

(Gordon strides forward for the Roaring Elbow without hesitation!)

A: Oh-- Stiff Breeze!

(But McFadden ducks under the elbow and nails “The Oncoming Storm” with a Step-Up Enzuigiri! Gordon goes down to her knees and McFadden pulls himself up again, still holding a hand to his ribs. Gordon pushes herself upright, but McFadden hoists her up and above his head in the Military Press position to a pop from the audience! He’s clearly in pain but rushes to the corner, launching Gordon onto the top turnbuckle horizontally! She cries out in pain and McFadden walks to the corner, turning his back to Gordon to hoist her onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry. He steps up onto the second rope-- and leaps off, performing a Rolling Diving Fireman’s Carry to Gordon! He throws himself back with another Elbow Drop for good measure, catching Gordon in the chest before hooking the leg!)

A: McFadden with a move I’ve always known as the Green Bay Plunge!

OC: And a move that might help McFadden retain the Heritage Championship! Baker with a one! Two!

A: Three-- no! Erin Gordon just finds a way to kick out of that.

(The Heritage Champion sits on his knees, hands resting on his hips with a look of annoyance on his face but he nods to himself. He picks Gordon up by the arm and Irish Whips her into the corner-- following up with what looks to be a Corner Clothesline, but Gordon counters with an explosive STO!)

OC: Nailed him!

(She hooks the far leg and Buddy Baker makes the count!

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TWO
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THR…

McFadden coughs, reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope. Gordon swats his hand off of it in frustration, hooking it to his side while also hooking the far leg again!

ONE
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Kickout!)

OC: Gordon really needs to be careful with these strikes. If she gets carried away and throws a few punches, she’ll cost herself this title!

A: You’re right, but she’s got an advantage here. West McFadden’s just used one of his three rope breaks. Eventually, grabbing the ropes might not mean so much.

OC: And ideally, she can’t use the Nor’Easter to win this thing!

(Gordon pulls herself up to her feet on the far side of the ring, waiting for McFadden to climb up to his feet. She charges him for a running elbow and catches him in the side of the head, sending the champion through the ropes and to the apron. Gordon sprints to the far side of the ring again and hits a European Uppercut, sending the Heritage Champion to the barricade! She steps through the ropes and onto the apron, glaring at McFadden as he pulls himself up.)

OC: I dunno what’s going through her head, but--

(Gordon runs across the apron and leaps off, nailing a Diving European Uppercut to McFadden, sending him tumbling over the barricade and into the front row!)

A: But it paid off!

(The audience-- particularly the few front rows-- roar in approval, stomping their feet as the fight spills into the crowd, but Buddy Baker begins his twenty-count from inside the ring. McFadden pulls himself up using the barricade… and Gordon leaps to her feet, hitting a second European Uppercut! McFadden falls back against the now-vacant steel chairs in the front row!)

OC: They’re still at it!

A: And so is Baker with his count! If this ends in DQ, McFadden walks away with another, unfortunately, questionable Heritage Title defense in the last-ever one-on-one Heritage Championship match as we currently know the title.

(Baker continues his count!

”...FOUR!”

“FIVE!”

“SIX!”

“SEVEN!”


Gordon, realizing her predicament, tries to drag the groggy McFadden over the barricade, but he nails a back chop, right to the face of the challenger! Gordon cries out in pain, rolling back. McFadden leaps over the barricade-- and Gordon hits a running back elbow, sending him to his back!

”EIGHT!”

“NINE!”

“TEN!”

“ELEVEN!”

“TWELVE!”


Gordon pulls McFadden up by his hair, nailing elbows to the side of the head each step of the way, dragging him back to the ring apron.

”THIRTEEN!”

“FOURTEEN!”


McFadden fights Gordon off with elbows of his own, and both Sinners seemingly roll each other into the ring at Baker’s count of fifteen! Throwing elbows at one another, they fight to their feet-- and Gordon gains the upperhand with a hard European Uppercut! She races to the ropes and rebounds for what appears to be a Cross Body, but McFadden counters with a Snap Powerslam! Gordon arches her back in agon and McFadden backs into the ropes, stepping outside to the apron. He grips the top rope and slingshots over the top rope for a Slingshot Body Splash and connects flush! He pins her shoulders to the mat and Baker slides into position to make the count!

ONE
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TWO
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THRRRR--!)

A: And somehow Erin Gordon is able to reach down and find a way to kick out yet again!

OC: Back to the drawing board, champ!

(McFadden runs his hands down his face, inhaling deeply. He turns and glances down at Gordon, shaking his head a bit. McFadden rises to his feet and pulls Gordon up as well, driving a boot into her gut, forcing her to double over. He flips her up onto his shoulders for a Powerbomb!)

OC: That’s the spirit!

(Gordon drives the point of her elbow violently into the crown of McFadden’s head! She drops down from his shoulders and delivers a devastating a Roaring Elbow! McFadden nearly flips from the impact, thrown onto the back of his neck and shoulders!)

A: There it is! Stiff Breeze!

(Gordon dives on top of the folded-up McFadden, pinning him to the ground under his own body weight!

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TWO
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THRRR…

Again, McFadden reaches out behind him, grabbing the bottom rope to break up the pin! Gordon cries out in frustration, rolling off of the champion. She slams a fist into the mat, crawling up to her feet in the corner. Slowly, Gordon turns around, muttering under her breath as she waits for McFadden to climb upright. She clenches her right hand into a fist, watching closely.)

OC: I know what she’s thinking but she needs to stop thinking it!

A: Erin Gordon might be looking for the Nor’Easter!

OC: She’s about to do Hermine proud!

(McFadden groggily reaches his feet and Gordon strides forward, going for her lightning-fast, stiff Spinning Backfist!)

A: There-- no!

(McFadden rushes forward, leaping onto the middle rope and springboarding off, hitting a Flying Wheel Kick to the side of Gordon’s head to a roar from the crowd!)

A: ROULETTE WHEEL!

OC: Gordon’s out cold!

(McFadden slides into the cover and hooks the near leg!

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TWO
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THREE!)

A: West McFadden retains the Heritage Championship!

(The bell sounds and “Til I Collapse” hits the PA system! McFadden rolls off of Erin Gordon, onto his back as Buddy Baker brings his Heritage Championship into the ring.)

GC: Here is your winner and STILL the SCW Heritage Champion… WEEEEEESSST MCFAAAAAAAADDENNNN!

A: What a battle.

OC: If that’s the last one-on-one Heritage Title match we’ll see, then I’m glad that’s how it went down. They left it all in there.

(McFadden slides out of the ring, hugging the title to his chest as Baker raises his arm in the air to signify victory.)

A: And we know McFadden will face the Vegas Champion in a bout to unify the titles, but who’s the champ gonna be?

OC: We’ll find out tonight. But my money’s on Bae!

(McFadden raises his title above his head to a scream of delight from the audience before we fade away.)

WINNER: WEST MCFADDEN
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(We cut to a shot of the live audience where we see Evan Envi watching from the front row to a chorus of boos from the audience that gets a glimpse of him on the SinTron. Sadie San Francisco sits on his left, while his cousin and fomer LDFC/FGA talent Mason Mannion sits to his right, though he moves out of the way as Madison Quin pops into frame.)

MQ: Evan? Evan, I was wondering if I could get a moment of your time…

EE: Ah! Madison! I suppose you were here to inquire as to how things were going in FGA, especially leading up to my first-ever Pride Title opportunity, right? I mean-- that WOULD be what you’d ask after SCW and Doug Fresh collaborated and conspired to get me out of ANY title picture here in Sin City, right?

MQ: Actually, I…

EE: OR, or, lemme guess… you were gonna ask how I felt about the McFadden-Gordon match just now, and what I can learn in the future from them. Or something snarky like that. Right?

MQ: No. Not at all. Evan, I just wanted to ask you to confirm the rumors that you would be competing at Legacy in just over a month’s time in Las Vegas against former World Champion, and your mentor, Logan Alexander.

(There is a moderate pop from those in the audience that recognize the name. Evan’s posture softens a bit and he angles his head at Madison.)

EE: It’s true, Madison, not that you or these scabs in Vegas could appreciate it…

(Evan’s comments earn boos from the crowd. He turns and waves them off, dismissively.)

EE: Shaddup, it’s what you are! You didn’t wanna be saved so you don’t get to boo me now, idiots.

(Evan turns back to Madison, ignoring the now-thunderous boos of the Luxor.)

EE: At Legacy, I’m gonna put my over-the-hill mentor to rest once and for all. Not because I want to. Not because I gain anything from doing stuff like that. But because it’s the right thing to do-- and it’s my duty. It used to be my duty to educate Sin City, give them hope, and give them a hero worth holding out for, but they didn’t want it, Maddie. So I’m not gonna give them the five-star wrestling match they would’ve gotten a couple years ago. I’m gonna give them an assault, so they feel just as sick as I friggin' feel every time I have to step foot into this dumb, dumb, DUMB, DUMB city! I’m gonna break their spirits simultaneously while I break that nobody, Logan Alexander. Most of them have no idea who he is but they’re gonna empathize with him when they see the anguish on his face, thinking he’s somehow, someway, unwittingly fighting for them…

(Evan shakes his head.)

EE: But all Logan is, is my final chapter in Sin City. Another chapter in the legacy of Evan Envi.

(Envi gestures toward the ring.)

EE: But like everything else, we’ll have to wait. And we’ll see soon enough.

(Slowly, we fade to black.)

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SCW Tag Team Championships
Southside Connection © vs Anger Management


GC: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is schedule for one fall, and it will decide the final Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions! Introducing first...

(The crowd starts to scream and cheer in anticipation of the forthcoming tag match, and the SinTron flickers to life with a camera focused on the basement door of the Luxor Hotel & Casino. After a few seconds the door opens and Tommy Evans steps through with a big smile on his face. He hops in place, shaking out his arms and neck, and then his older brother follows him through the door, hood pulled far over his head.)

GC: Hailing from Oshkosh, Wisconsin and entering tonight at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty-seven pounds…

(Rex takes a few heavy breaths before pounding on his chest and head. The two brothers take a turn and walk past several fans standing at concession stands. They turn to one another and bump fists as Tommy turns down a walkway, Rex continuing onto the next. The angle changes to the main arena as the crowd is frenzied, and then the lights turn off and machinegun fire echoes from wall to wall, sending their cheers up to a fever pitch.)

TAKE THIS SHIT BACK

(The four familiar words sound out throughout the arena leading into the sick opening riff of Atreyu’s “Lip Gloss and Black” as spotlight circle around the crowd, finally landing on two side-by-side entryways. Tommy emerges from one, hopping in place with a huge smile on his face, slapping a few hands. Rex walks out the other, standing still with his fists clenched and hood still over his head.)

GC: The team of Tommy and Rex Evans, Anger… MANAGEMENT!

(Tommy makes one final hop, leaping higher into the air then he did any of the other times, just as Rex rips off his hood and starts walking down the stairs. Hands slap Rex on the back and shoulders, but Tommy elects to neglect the stairs and walk right through the crowd, stepping on the backs and seats of chairs as the crowd helps him towards the ringside area.)

OC: I can’t believe these two degenerates are wasting so much time with their pathetic entrance. They aren’t even the champions!

A: But they could be after tonight, Oscar. And rumor has it Rex Evans might be hanging up the boots when SCW closes its doors, so this could be the last time the Evans brothers enter a wrestling arena together.

(Rex takes a step over the barricade and hops up into the ring, quickly running the ropes. Tommy finally makes his way out of the crowd and hops right up onto the barricade, quickly squatting down into his signature Suicidal pose, before leaping over to the apron and climbing the buckle. Rex climbs the opposite and the two brothers raise a single fist into the air, glancing out around the crowd at the thunderous applause and incoherent jumble of chants.)

“Word up son, word. (Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas!)”

(“Shook Ones Pt. 2” begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers when Gillie comes out to the crowd with her arms extended and O.E. by her side posing with her tag partner as well, flashing her back to the crowd and showing off the gunshow. Barnes turns around to show off the back of her wrestling top with a distressed looking union jack on the back before she heads to the ring with the “street-savy” Ayano behind her as the two fist bump. O.E. walks down to the ramp, mouthing every word as though she’s in the middle of the rap video and looking at the camera while Barnes follows behind her, throwing up signs.)

“I got you stuck off the realness, we be the infamous,
You heard of us,
Official Queensbridge murderers,
The Mobb comes equipped with warfare, beware,
Of my crime family who got nuff shots to share.


GC: And their opponents...

Son, they shook...
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
Scared to death, scared to look,
They shook,
'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks!
Scared to death, scared to look...”


GC: Introducing from Sheerness, Kent, England and Kumamoto, Japan and weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and eleven pounds, they are Gillie Barnes and O.E. Ayano... This is THEEEEEE SOUTHSIDE CONNECTION!!!

(O.E. And Gillie look at each other and fist bump after walking down to the ring and high-fiving every and any single fan who has their hands reached out. Both women roll into the ring before climbing up opposite turnbuckles and continuing to talk up with the fans before they meet together in their corner.)

OC: This is it…

A: This is to decide the last-ever Tag Team Champions!

OC: This puts so much on the line, Amanda.

A: So much history is at stake in this match. One of these two teams is taking a hell of a lot of pride home with them tonight.

(The bell sounds, and after Gillie Barnes wins a game of rock-paper-scissors in the corner, she turns and walks to the center of the ring…

...where Tommy Evans rushes her and meets with a Flying Head Kick!)

OC: Wha--

A: BRAIN DAMAGE!

(Gillie is thrown into her corner where O.E. Ayano looks down at her partner in shock! On pure instinct, she leans over the ropes, hand on the tag rope, tagging her partner on the shoulder! Tommy rushes to his own corner, tagging in the antsy Rex Evans to a pop from the audience!)

OC: Hey! HEY! Ref!

(Tommy rips Gillie out of the corner and positions her for a Russian Leg Sweep! In a second, Rex is in the ring and he charges Gillie, hitting her with a Powerline that drills her in succession with the Russian Leg Sweep!)

A: Anger Management with the Generator!

(Gillie rolls head-over-heels out of the ring, but O.E. Ayano rushes forward and delivers a straight, closed left-handed fist to the jaw of Tommy Evans! Tommy crashes to the canvas, but almost immediately Rex shoots the ropes, rebounding toward Ayano for a Superman Punch!)

A: Barnes is out and here comes Rex for the Brute Punch!

(O.E. Ayano is able to duck out of harm’s way! Rex swings at air and stumbles, trying to regian his balance! Ayano runs past him, shooting the ropes-- but she rebounds right into the outstretched left arm of Rex Evans! She gasps for air as she’s stopped in her tracks. Tommy Evans pushes himself to his feet and blasts Ayano with a Superkick while Rex drives her to the mat with an STO!)

OC: I don’t like how this is looking…

A: Whiskey Sour by the Evans Brothers!

(Tommy Evans shoots the ropes as Ayano rolls up to her feet. He hits a Headscissors into an Octopus Stretch, holding Ayano in place and wrenching it while referee Amber Lance, in an attempt to regain order begins counting the illegal man, Tommy out, threatening disqualification.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOU…”
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OC: Ohmygodlookout!

(Amber Lance steps out of the way as Rex sprints forward and dives into O.E. Ayano with a Spear, nailing the Unstoppable, sending both Ayano and Tommy Evans roughly to the canvas! Tommy rolls out of the ring from the impact, but Rex lands perfectly atop Olde English! While Gillie Barnes tries to roll into the ring, Tommy grabs a hold of her ankles from the floor!)

A: 10-56!

OC: This is how it’s gonna end!

A: Amber Lance with the count!

(Rex hooks the leg and the ref counts!

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THREE!)

A: It’s over!

(The bell sounds and the audience erupts as Rex climbs to his feet!)

OC: Sixty seconds flat!

(Gillie buries her face on the apron, upset, but Tommy slides past her and into the ring.)

GC: Here are your winners… and NEEEWWW SCW Tag Team Champions, Rex and Tommy Evans, ANGER MANAAAAGEEMEEENNNTTTTTTT!

(The brothers embrace firmly in the ring as Amber Lance tries to present them with the Tag Team Titles.)

A: What a surprise for these two brothers! After opportunities to win the championships in the past, to no avail, it is in the very match that will retire the SCW Tag Team Titles that they finally win them! Southside Connection unseated Don God and Tarja of the 4 Kings to win the championships three months ago and now--

OC: And now they’ve reached their final resting place. I’m disgusted! Did you see the way those barbarians brutalized the Southside?!

A: I didn’t think you liked the Southside Connection.

OC: I love O.E. Ayano’s new attitude.

A: Well, in any event, it didn’t help them overcome the odds. The new-- and last-ever-- SCW Tag Team Champions are the two men celebrating in the ring right now.

(The brothers finally accept the Tag Team Championships from Amber Lance as the audience applauds them.)

OC: I’m gonna be sick.

A: Rex Evans made history with his younger brother here tonight as they win their first Tag Team Titles, but he needs to keep his game face on, because right before our main event, Rex Evans is gonna stand face-to-face with the man he meets at the YouTube special in San Diego, Doug E. Fresh.

OC: And Doug’s gonna snatch the title right off his shoulder and smack him with it. Because Rex deserves it.

A: Whatever! Take a look at your final Tag Team Champions!

OC: Stop saying it!

(Rex and Tommy exit the ring, celebrating with the fans at ringside with their new Tag Team Championships. Gillie Barnes sits on the ramp, sighing in defeat, while O.E. Ayano glares from the curtain. We fade back to Anger Management, who clank their titles together before resuming celebrating with the fans in the Luxor. We slowly fade to black.)

WINNER: ANGER MANAGEMENT
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SCW Global Championship
Tarja © vs Amy Jo Smyth


GC: The following bout is scheduled for one fall… and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Vegas Championship!

(This earns a roar from the audience and our camera pans around the Luxor, showing a shot of the crowd. The lights lower and the remaining lights turn to a golden color. “Shoot to Thrill” by Halestorm hits. The crowd explodes into cheers. Amy Jo Smyth steps out onto the stage, her back turned to the crowd, head covered by the hood of her jacket. The golden lights change and simulate a cascade of glitter over her. Smyth spins around on her toes and faces the crowd as a single spotlight falls on her. She holds a large silver cannon connected to a tube running backstage.

The Good Doctor lifts the cannon, aims upward…)

GC: Introducing first, the challenger...

I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will
‘Cause I shoot to thrill and I’m ready to kill
I can’t get enough and I can’t get my fill
Shoot to thrill play to kill
Pull the trigger, pull it
Pull it, pull it
Pull the trigger


(Smyth screams as she presses the trigger on the handheld cannon. Large pieces of golden glitter shoot into the air and rain down over the right side of the crowd. Smyth moves to the left, aims again, and fires off another round of glitter into air.)

OC: I’m sick of the glitter!

A: Not everyone is!

OC: It’s annoying.

A: She knows!

(Smyth hands the cannon off to a production staffer standing in the wings. She then throws her head back and arms upward and outward, letting the remaining glittering light wash over her. She slowly makes her way down the ramp, looking over the crowd, giving the occasional high five to a fan with a perfectly placed hand. She reaches the end of the ramp and throws a fist up in the air. The crowd pops.)

GC: …Hailing from the great state of New Jersey… She has her Ph.D. in submissions… “The Good Doctor” Amy Jo Smyth!

(After a quick moment of listening to the crowd, she rushes forward, slides into the ring, and stands. Smyth throws her hood down, unzips her hoodie, and spins on her toes with her arms raised. She throws both arms down triggering an explosion of glittering light over the ring. She strips off her hoodie and passes it off to the nearest person on the outside. The lights come back up but remain golden. In the usual show of her abilities, Smyth bounces off the ropes, cartwheels forward, and performs a standing corkscrew twist that carries over into a butterfly twist. That quickly turns into front handspring that takes her to the center of the ring where she starts a series of backflips. All of that floats into single front handspring where she lands on one hand and performs a single-armed handstand. She comes down and lands in a split.)

A: And that will continue to be impressive.

OC: You know what’d be impressive? If she walks out of here in one piece with Bae’s championship. Then color me impressed.

(The music fades and Amy pushes herself upward to standing.)

GC: And her opponent…

(“How Soon is Now?” hits the PA to a roar from the crowd!)

OC: BAE!

A: Is that even something people still say?

(Blue lights strobe throughout the Luxor before the audience comes alive upon seeing Tarja emerge through the curtains. She looks at glitter that’s ended up on her arm from said curtain and shakes her head in disgust… but brings her hands down toward the Vegas Title around her waist, which she unstraps and hoists above her head as she walks down toward the ring, giving a wink to the crowd.)

GC: Hailing from Morgantown, West Virginia, she is the reigning Sin City Wrestling Vegas Champion… TAAAARJA!

(Tarja slides into the ring, immediately getting in the face of Amy Jo Smyth, title still high in the air. The audience roars for the altercation and Amy simply smirks into the face of the champion. Tarja shoulders past her, moving to the ropes to lift the title into the air with one hand, lifting four fingers up in front of her face, just briefly, with the other. She hands the title off to Baker and moves to the corner, saying something to AJS as she walks by that the cameras can’t quite pick up.)

A: Both of these competitors look supremely confident, Oscar.

OC: They’re easily the two best natural athletes in SCW. Honestly, it wouldn’t make sense if they weren’t really confident.

(Baker displays the championship to each side of the crowd before handing it to the timekeeper and bringing the Sinners to the middle of the ring. He calls for the bell and it sounds and a roar surges throughout the Luxor. Tarja leans forward a bit, stretching her arms behind her on the ropes. Amy Jo says something from across the ring that the cameras can’t quite pick up… before exploding off the ropes, making a run toward Tarja. Tarja comes off the ropes and readies herself, but AJS stops in the center of the ring, giving Tarja a smirk. Tarja rushes at her and nails a forearm across the jaw! Amy Jo is stunned, but fires back with one of her own, and immediately the two women lay into each other with a series of rights!)

A: That didn’t take long at all!

(Tarja gains the upperhand as the “Good Doctor” is forced to take a knee! Tarja blasts her with a Savate Kick to a loud groan from the crowd and AJS reels. Tarja sprints, shooting the ropes. She rebounds-- right into a Snap Hurricanrana by Amy Jo Smyth! Tarja is thrown into the ropes, wide-eyed, but rebounds again, this time into an inverted Monkey Flip by Smyth designed to send her careening into the turnbuckles! Tarja rolls through, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle before leaping to the ropes, springboarding off of the middle for a Cross Body! She connects-- but Smyth rolls through, looking to hoist Tarja up onto her shoulder, but Tarja pushes off and away from her, with both women taking a knee on opposite sides of the ring.)

OC: Look at ‘em go!

A: It’s like they’ve read the book on one another for weeks prior to this thing!

OC: I don’t understand how Smyth didn’t get KO’d by that Savate Kick.

A: I’m not sure how Tarja doesn’t have whiplash from the Hurricanrana!

(The audience rallies behind their favorite Sinner as the two rush toward each other again-- once more, laying into each other with solid forearm strikes! Referee Amber Lance tries to yell for both women to guard themselves, but sees that it’s devolved into a slugfest. The audience roars as she chooses to let them fight it out for upwards of ten seconds, and finally Smyth seems to have taken the worst of it as she staggers back-- and nails a spin kick to Tarja’s gut, followed by a Pele Kick! Tarja hits the canvas and Smyth hooks the near leg for a cover!

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Tarja crosses her legs around Smyth’s throat and flip onto her stomach, forcing Smyth to flip backwards onto her head and then stomach! Tarja quickly-- though, clearly disoriented-- crawls away, pulling herself up in the corner.)

OC: What was that? Like, a headscissors takeover on the mat?!

A: That’s what I’d call it. I’d also call it desperation since the first counter backfired.

(Amy Jo holds her neck as she reaches her feet. Tarja charges at her for a Lariat, but AJS bridges back before performing a full backflip to a pop from the crowd! Tarja hits the ropes and rebounds, looking for a Headscissors Takedown, but Smyth counters, driving Tarja across her knee with a Backbreaker! The Vegas Champion howls in agony, rolling toward the ropes! Smyth crawls after her frantically, but Tarja drops off of the apron and down to the floor, holding her back.)

A: What a delivery by Amy Jo Smyth! She might have really hurt Tarja there.

OC: Bae, get up! Or don’t! You can retain by countout and I’ll still love you!

A: If Amy Jo doesn’t go get her, that might be the case.

(Amber Lance indeed begins her ten-count with most of the Luxor counting along.

”ONE!”

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“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”


Tarja finally pushes herself up to her hands and knees while Amy Jo Smyth watches intently from the inside, glancing between Tarja and the ropes.)

A: The gears are turning…

(AJS shoots the far side of the ropes and rebounds, diving through the top and middle for a Suicide Dive, launching herself square into Tarja right as the Vegas Champion reaches her feet! Both women crash violently into the ground and the audience roars in approval! Amber Lance leans through the ropes for a few seconds to look for obvious signs of serious injury before restarting her ten count!)

OC: Does Amy Jo care about nobody but herself?!

A: She’s willing to throw caution to the wind for the Vegas Championship-- the last one-on-one match for the title as we know it in SCW.

(The crowd counts along with the ref once again.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”


Amy Jo Smyth uses the barrier near the ramp to pull herself back up to her feet, enduring both cheers and jeers from supporters of both Sinners closest to the action.

”FIVE!”

“SIX!”


She picks up Tarja’s dead-weight, dragging her closer to the apron. Amy Jo Smyth groans in frustration, trying to lift Tara to her feet.

”SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”


Suddenly, Tarja plants her feet and shoves the struggling Amy Jo Smyth back, sending her tripping over the steel steps!)

OC: BRILLIANT!

A: Oh my God!

(Tarja dives under the bottom rope!

”NINE!”

Amy Jo Smyth lunges to her feet and rolls beneath the bottom rope just in time to a thunderous roar from the crowd-- and falls victim to an Axe Kick, sending her face-first into the canvas!)

OC: It’s over!

(Tarja pushes AJS over onto her back, hooking both legs while the audience counts along!

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OC: The shoulder’s up!

A: How close was that?!

(Tarja shoots a look of annoyance at Amber Lance before rising to her feet and pulling AJS up with her! She drives her into the corner back-first and then hoists her up so she’s seated on the top turnbuckle. Tarja goes up to follow her, but AJS counters with a punch outright! Tarja is knocked off the ropes, and leaps up for a rope-assisted Enzuigiri! AJS reels back and Tarja leaps up to the second rope again-- but the groggy AJS brings both knees back and kicks Tarja in the ribcage, knocking her off the ropes and onto her back! Tarja stumbles up to her feet, and charges the corner, but AJS leaps off, cutting her off with a Flying Shoulder Block! Tarja flips from the impact and AJS lands behind her before seamlessly transitioning into the Straight Jacket!)

OC: HEY!

A: And this is a move Tarja is incredibly familiar with!

OC: Fight it, Bae!

(Tarja gets a knee under herself and begins to push herself upright-- but AJS lifts her up, still in the Straight Jacket.)

OC: This can’t end well!

(AJS nails the Straight Jacket Suplex to a pop from the crowd! She rolls Tarja over into a cover, hooking the far leg!

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This time it’s the Good Doctor that gives Amber Lance a questionable look. She nods a little and rises to her feet, going out to the apron before finally ascending to the top rope. Tarja reaches her feet after moments and AJS leaps from the top, hitting a Missile Dropkick! Tarja rolls across the ring, hitting the far corner! AJS pulls herself up in the opposite corner and rushes across the ring, nailing a running front dropkick to the champ’s skull!)

A: She’s throwing everything at her!

(AJS pulls Tarja out of the corner and flips over her for a jackknife pin attempt! Amber Lance drops into a cover!

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Tarja throws the shoulder up, rolling onto her stomach to an applause from the crowd, but Amy Jo Smyth is quickly back on the attack, driving a hard knee into the top of Tarja’s head before locking in a front facelock. She pulls herself up to a knee, clubbing Tarja across her upper-back before lifting Tarja clear off of the ground into a Vertical Suplex!)

A: Death by Glitter!

(Tarja reaches down and twists the nose of Amy Jo Smyth! AJS loses her grip and Tarja flips behind her, landing on her feet. She reaches back behind her and nails a Hangman’s Neckbreaker, driving AJS down on the side of her neck as opposed to the back of it! AJS clutches her neck and falls to her knees before her collapsing to her back.)

OC: Talk about that beautiful counter, right into the Neckbreaker!

A: It was unique and it was effective but the Vegas Champion is having a hard time capitalizing!

OC: Gahhh, she still hasn’t recovered from that onslaught from Smyth.

(Both competitors reach their feet simultaneously, each catching their breath in opposite corners. Tarja acts first, breaking into a sprint and running across the ring toward Smyth-- but AJS counters with a Release Flapjack! Tarja hits the top turnbuckle rib-first, her head smashing into the ring post to a collective gasp from the crowd! Tarja falls over the ropes, down to the apron and straight down to the floor on the outside!)

OC: NOOOOOOO!

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”


(The impact is so great that Amber Lance exits the ring, dropping down to check on the unmoving champion. Amy Jo Smyth lies on her back in the ring for a moment before rolling out, walking toward Tarja. She moves past Referee Amber Lance and pulls Tarja up to her knees. The audience groans we can clearly see blood running down the side of Tarja’s face. She shoves Amy Jo Smyth back, but Amy Jo comes right back with a running boot to the chest, knocking Tarja onto her back!)

A: The referee needs to regain control here.

(Amy Jo helps Tarja back to her feet, walking toward the apron, driving her jaw-first into it! Tarja stumbles back and fires off with a right hand that catches Amy Jo in the jaw. AJS fires back with a hard European Uppercut and then Irish Whips Tarja rib-first into the apron! Tarja turns around and AJS nails a Cartwheel Kick on the outside, catching Tarja under the eye with her boot! Tarja hits the ground hard and many applaud AJS while a vocal minority boos her in favor of the champ.)

OC: Amber Lance just doesn’t care! This is becoming an all-out brawl!

A: I’m sure management, just like the competitors and the fans, wanna see this one play out all the way!

OC: Oh God, they’re coming this way!

(Tarja fights to her feet with punches to the midsection! AJS counters with a knee to the jaw and goes to Irish Whip her-- but Tarja counters, sending AJS over the announce table, into the empty chairs of the commentators who escape by mere centimeters!)

OC: That was close!

A: Here comes the champion!

(Tarja, nose now bloodied, steps up onto the announce table, looking down at Amy Jo Smyth as she struggles to get out of Oscar’s chair-- and Tarja leaps off of the table, down onto AJS’ gut with a double foot stomp! The chair is broken beneath the Sinners to a roar from the crowd!)

OC: They’re destroying our commentary area!

A: They’re trying to destroy each other.

(Tarja rips Amy Jo Smyth up out of the broken chair and screams out into the already-screaming crowd before nailing a Snap Suplex that sends Amy Jo Smyth onto the top of the commentary table! As the audience reaches a fever pitch, Tarja turns, striking Smyth with a series of rights and lefts before climbing up onto the table with her. She delivers a vicious stomp to the square of Smyth’s back! Smyth crawls up to her hands and knees-- and Tarja delivers a punt to the ribcage! She signals for the end to the audience, making a throat-cutting motion as she looks down at the challenger.)

OC: Think it through!

(Tarja pulls Smyth to her feet by the hair despite Amber Lance screaming for both women to get back in the ring-. Tarja leaps up, wrapping her legs around Smyth, going for the Body-Scissors DDT on top of the announce table!)

A: She’s-- no! Smyth countered!

(Smyth shakes, but displays her strength, holding Tarja there in a cradle before kneeling down to shift her weight and hoist Tarja up onto her shoulders! Smyth screams out and steps forward, launching Tarja off of her shoulders and into the barricade several feet away and below with a Powerbomb! The audience comes to their feet in a roar as Tarja is suspended there on top of the barricade for a moment before collapsing to the floor in a heap!)

OC: SHE BROKE TARJA IN HALF!

(The ref slides back into the ring, beginning her count out of necessity as Amy Jo Smyth falls to a seated position in exhaustion on top of the announce table.

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A: If Amy Jo Smyth wants any chance of capturing that title, she has to get Tarja in the ring!

OC: She’s hesitant. Tarja was playing possum and almost got Smyth counted out last time!

(Smyth crawls down from the table, groggily making her way to the champion.

”FIVE!”

“SIX!”


Amy Jo Smyth forces Tarja up to her feet, struggling just like before, but she bends down and picks her up onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry position, walking her all the way over to the ring and dumping her onto the apron!)

A: Smart!

(”SEVEN!”

“EIGHT!”


Smyth rolls Tarja into the ring under the ropes and follows her inside. She bends down to pick her up-- and Tarja pulls her into an Inside Cradle!)

OC: HA!

(Lance drops down to make the count!

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Amy Jo Smyth kicks out, but Tarja locks in the Crossface within a second! The audience roars in a deafening mixed reaction as Smyth’s eyes grow wide. The ropes are a mere foot away, but Smyth looks to be trapped in place as Tarja grapevines the arm!)

A: The BPA! Smyth may have gotten suckered in, or Tarja is just resilient, but the challenger’s in trouble!

(Smyth begins to crawl toward the bottom rope! Tarja tries to lean back to add more pressure-- but cries out in pain! She wrenches back on the arm instead, angling herself to keep pressure on Smyth! Smyth digs her elbows into the mat, gasping in pain, before finally grabbing the bottom rope with her free arm! Tarja releases, rolling to the center of the ring, holding her back in pain.)

A: She couldn’t lean back and put her all into that Crossface, probably because of that Powerbomb into the wall.

OC: And now the champ might have a target, literally, on her back.

A: Aren’t you clever?

OC: Let me have it!

(Smyth pulls herself up on the ropes and turns around toward Tarja-- and she’s caught with the Body Scissors DDT! Tarja quickly pushes her over onto her back, hooking both legs for a cover!)

OC: Out of nowhere!

(Lance makes the count!

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A: Amy Jo Smyth barely kicks out!

OC: But Bae got every bit of that. How frustrating must that be?

(Tarja shakes her head and lifts Amy Jo Smyth upright again in a front facelock. She hoists her up for a Suplex-- and drops her to the mat with the Falcon Arrow!)

OC: Baeplex!

A: Tarjaplex to the challenger and now… now where is our Vegas Champion going?

(Tarja goes out to the apron, leaning back as she hangs onto the top rope. Smyth reaches her hands and knees. Tarja springs up for a Springboard Knee Drop-- but Amy Jo rolls forward at the last possible moment! Tarja drives her knee into the canvas and cries out in pain. Smyth reaches her feet and rushes forward, hitting a running knee to the back! Tarja cries out, but turns around and Smyth leaps up with a high-jumping knee strike, catching Tarja under the jaw! Tarja hits the mat and Smyth drops down into the cover!)

A: Five-O by Amy Jo and that might be it!

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Tarja throws the shoulder up and Smyth mounts her, laying into her with forearms to a loud mixed reaction!)

OC: And now we’re back to the slugfest!

(Tarja covers up after the third shot and nails one of her own, followed by a headbutt! Smyth reels and rolls off of her, but comes back with a stomp to the gut-- which Tarja catches! She counters into an Ankle Lock, sending Smyth to the ground! Tarja twists violently as she works her way up to her knees!)

A: Tarja is trying to do major damage to that ankle to take away the kicking game of Amy Jo Smyth!

(Amy Jo Smyth pushes herself up to her palms and Tarja reaches her feet! She leans back through the ropes to add more torque to the move to another mixed reaction from the crowd! Amber Lance warns Tarja and starts a five-count, but Tarja comes back through the ropes at three! Amy Jo Smyth pushes herself up onto her palms and rolls forward, sending Tarja rolling forward! Tarja loses her grip on Smyth and hits the ropes on the far side of the ring. She turns around as Smyth half-limps, half-jogs toward her, hooking her for a Swinging Neckbreaker! Tarja spins both of them all the way around until they’re face-to-face and delivers a Sitout face-to-face Jawbreaker! Smyth is stunned, but doesn’t go down. Tarja rolls upright to her feet and runs forward for a Clothesline, but Smyth side-steps and catches Tarja in a rear waistlock, throwing her overhead for a Release German Suplex!)

OC: She landed right on her head!

A: The champion’s folded up!

(Tarja rolls, limp, onto her side and AJS pushes herself up. She walks over to the fallen champion and hoists her up with a deadlift German Suplex to a roar from the audience! She connects and locks her fists, rolling over and climbing to her feet. She goes for a third German Suplex-- but Tarja counters into a Wheelbarrow Roll-Up! Amy Jo Smyth kicks out before Tarja can even get a count of one, but Tarja maintains a grip on her right ankle again, this time with a Grapevine Ankle Lock!)

OC: Bae’s got her in the Ankle Lock again!

(Chants of ”A-J-S!” duel with chants of ”TAP!” as the challenger crawls toward the ropes! Tarja release the grapevine to deliver hard shots with the heel of her boot to Amy’s lower back! Amy stops crawling, crying out in pain, and Tarja goes back to the grapevine! Amy rolls onto her side and kicks back, catching Tarja in her already-bleeding left ear once, twice, three times… and finally a fourth time until Tarja releases the Ankle Lock and rolls away.)

A: These two are fighting a vicious battle for the Vegas Title. Tarja’s clearly got a busted eardrum, and possibly a broken nose… and Amy Jo Smyth will be lucky if she can stand up after this. I haven’t seen this much pain on her face in her entire run in SCW.

OC: They’re absolutely brutalizing each other!

(Tarja reaches her feet as Smyth sits upright, but Tarja grounds her with a running hesitation dropkick, taking her rough to the mat! She stands up, pulling one of Smyth’s legs up as well. Tarja throws her hair back, glaring down at Smyth before going for the Figure Four Leg Lock, earning an obligatory ”WOOOO!” from the audience, but Smyth plants a foot on Tarja’s rear and shoves her away! Tarja hits the ropes and bounces back into a Schoolboy rollup!)

OC: I hate that move!

(Tarja rolls through, however, and goes for a boot to the head of AJS, but the challenger ducks out of the way! She leaps to her feet on one good leg and nails a Spinning Wheel Kick, catching Tarja in the side of the head! Smyth rolls out to the apron and groggily ascends to the top rope, still favoring her ankle… but Tarja rises up to her feet and Smyth sails off the top, crashing down on top of her with a flying double-knee strike to the face! Tarja is driven to the mat and Smyth swiftly transitions into a Triangle Choke! The audience comes to their feet again!)

OC: BAE, NO!

A: Smyth hit Two Front Teeth and now Eat Me Out is locked in!

(Tarja writhes and struggles in the Triangle Choke, but it’s firmly applied. She drags herself and the challenger toward the nearest set of ropes, reaching out toward the bottom, but falls just short! Smyth pulls Tarja closer, as tight as she possibly can, squeezing until the Vegas Champion visibly begins to shake… but she throws her leg back, rotating herself just a bit more, gripping her ankle around the bottom rope! Amber Lance calls for the break and with a gasp of frustration, Amy Jo lets go.)

A: I’ve said this before while calling other matches, but Oscar, what does one of these two have to do to put the other away?

OC: At this point, I don’t know. Maybe try to knock each other out but they might kick out on instinct!

(Tarja and Smyth glare at each other as they each push themselves up to a vertical base… and both stride forward…

...and both nail the other with a Super Kick! The shots echo throughout the arena and the audience roars in approval!)

A: Did you hear that?!

(Tarja and Smyth each hit the ropes, each seemingly out on their feet. Amy is barely-standing, hobbling on her bad ankle but she pivots-- and both women blast each other for a Superkick a second time, falling away from each other and to the canvas as the audience roars, coming alive in a standing ovation!)

”THIS IS AWESOME!”

”THIS IS AWESOME!”

”THIS IS AWESOME!”


A: I’ve never seen anything like this!

OC: Who’s gonna go onto face McFadden to unify the championships?! If neither one survives this, does McFadden become the champ by default?!

(Amber Lance has no choice but to count both motionless women down.

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Amy is the first to stir, pulling herself up in the corner. Tarja isn’t far behind though, pushing herself up using her palms. The two charge at each other-- and both seem to be looking for a Facebuster! Both women spiral through the air, hitting the canvas, but both rush to their feet again, slamming into each other in the middle of the ring, working their way into a lockup!)

A: These two have literally fought to their feet!

(Amy wins the test of strength, shoving Tarja to the mat, but Tarja arches one leg, using her other one to sweep the feet of Amy Jo Smyth-- sending the challenger face-first into Tarja’s exposed knee!)

OC: Innovation!

A: And a sprinkle of desperation. But it works.

(Amy’s nose is steadily flowing blood as she pushes herself up, matching pace with Tarja… who delivers an outright chop to the face of Amy Jo Smyth! Amy flinches from the impact and Tarja pulls her forward into a front facelock-- before nailing a Corkscrew Neckbreaker!)

OC: SHADE THREE!

A: And that’s gotta be the end!

(The audience erupts as the finishing maneuver connects! Tarja pauses, just for a moment to gasp for a breath. She scrambles over to Amy Jo Smyth, hooking the far leg for the pin!)

OC: Do your job, Baker!

(Baker makes the count and the audience counts along with him!

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A: She kicked out!

(Amy Jo Smyth throws a shoulder up and Tarja blinks rapidly, sitting upright. She shakes her head a little, muttering to herself before finally gesturing Baker over to her. Baker obliges and Tarja holds up two fingers, to which Baker confirms, nodding.)

A: Tarja is in complete disbelief.

OC: I am! I… who kicks out of Shade Three? NO ONE has done that. William Bateman hasn’t done that!

(Chants of ”LET’S GO TARJA!” duel chants of ”A-J-S!” as Tarja lies down on her back, hands over her face in frustration.)

OC: Tarja, you need to get up! You need to close this thing out, but the Doctor in the past, and go onto become our last-ever Vegas Champion!

A: These two are definitely doing their best to end this chapter.

(Tarja pulls herself up, shaking. She looks to the turnbuckles and whether to Amy or to herself, mutters ”no more” before stepping through the ropes and going out to the apron.)

A: “No more”, she says. Tarja is looking for one final shot to send this home! The Halo DDT!

OC: If she can hit it, I don’t see how Amy can get back up, unless she’s gonna perform some emergency medical magic on her brain!

(Amy groggily gets to her feet as Tarja reaches the top rope… and she sprints at the turnbuckles, leaping as high as she can, hitting Tarja with a Dropkick to the sternum! Tarja falls, straddled on the top turnbuckle as Amy hits the mat! Tarja groans, readjusting footing on the turnbuckle, but Amy is already back on her feet. She walks to the corner and hits Tarja with a hard right-- and Tarja fires back with one of her own! Both bloodied women glare at each other. Amy yells out and nails a right hand to the jaw that stuns Tarja, sending her reeling back!)

A: Dangerous position…

OC: Bae, get out of this!

(Amy pulls herself up onto the bottom turnbuckle and strikes Tarja. She moves up to the second turnbuckle and Tarja fights back with a forearm. Amy hits one of her own and both women rise up to the top, exchanging forearms as they both balance, teetering on the top rope!)

OC: I don’t like this!

A: Me either!

(Suddenly, Amy nails an uncharacteristic headbutt, stopping Tarja in her tracks! Amy pulls Tarja into a Suplex and hoists her up-- before nailing a high Superplex off of the very top rope! The women slam into the canvas at full force, entangled in each other on the canvas!)

OC: MY GOD!

(A second ”HOLY SHIT!” chant sounds through the Luxor!)

A: That was the most damning Superplex I’ve ever seen in my entire professional career, Oscar. Ever.

(Buddy Baker observes both women for a moment… before dropping into a count!)

OC: Wait a minute!

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A: What?!

(The bell sounds and although there is a loud roar at first… the audience quickly grows hushed as confusion sets in. Baker doesn’t raise the hand of either of the motionless women on the ground. Instead, he rubs his head, kneeling down by the ropes as he beckons Geoff over.)

OC: What just happened?

A: Both of their shoulders are pinned to the canvas!

OC: So who got the three?

A: Both of them…

OC: So the champion retains, right?! So Bae wins, RIGHT?

A: I’m not… I’m not honestly sure, Oscar. When these are the stakes, and under these specific circumstances in the timeline of SCW… I don’t know. Do we still honor that?

OC: Of course we do! It’s the rules!

A: But Oscar-- I don’t think it’s that simple. This match was to decide the one competitor to unify the Heritage and Vegas Titles. I don’t know if the typical ‘draw’ circumstance is honored here. This is not, by any means, our ordinary Vegas Title match.

(Geoff and Baker are speaking for several moments while boos circulate through the audience.)

OC: Amanda, what can you hear?!

A: About as much as you…

OC: What good are you?

(There is a mild pop as General Manager Aubrey Wilkinson makes her way from the back, rushing toward ringside to see the conflict. Buddy Baker explains the situation to the GM while Amy Jo Smyth begins to stir inside the ring, untangling her arms from Tarja’s and sitting upright. She looks toward the group of officials and back toward the motionless Tarja. Amy pulls herself toward the ropes, a confused look on her face as Baker holds the Vegas Title.)

A: These fans and these competitors need an answer quick.

(Finally, Aubrey Wilkinson shakes her head in disapproval as Geoff walks up the steel steps and onto the apron.)

GC: Ladies and gentlemen…

(Geoff stops, shrugging as he looks down at Buddy Baker. Aubrey’s face is growing red as she speaks, quietly to Buddy Baker. Baker rubs his temples, clearly upset, before stepping into the ring with the Vegas Championship. Tarja pushes herself up to her knees, finally realizing what’s going on.)

OC: Can nobody figure this out?!

(As Amy Jo Smyth reaches her feet, Baker walks toward her with the title. He puts his hand on her wrist to a mild pop from the crowd-- but Tarja shoves Baker’s hand off, getting in the referee’s face. She grabs the Vegas Title and points a finger in the face of the official, earning a warning from Aubrey Wilkinson… and finally, Amy Jo Smyth delivers a Super Kick to the side of Tarja’s head! The Vegas Title flies from her hands and Amy bends forward to grab it before it hits the mat.)

OC: HEY!

A: And some Southern Charm from Smyth!

(“Shoot to Thrill” hits the PA system and Amy Jo Smyth rolls out of the ring, Vegas Title in-hand. While the audience is mixed, most of the crowd cheers for Smyth as she walks up the ramp! Wilkinson throws her hands up, shaking her head at Baker.)

OC: Is Amy Jo the champion?!

A: Oscar, I don’t know. No one’s said anything. For the last time--

OC: I NEED TO KNOW STUFF!

(Tarja rubs her jaw, pushing herself up on an elbow. She glares venomously up the ramp as Amy turns at the top of it, placing the title over her shoulder. Though we don’t hear it, we can clearly see Amy Jo Smyth saying “too bad, so sad” to Tarja, before turning and disappearing through the curtains.)

OC: She is a thief! Mrs. Wilkinson, do something!

(Tarja glares up at Aubrey Wilkinson, who is, in turn, glaring at Buddy Baker, who is, in turn, looking at the top of the ramp with a look of defeat as we fade to black.)

WINNER: UNDETERMINED
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(Oscar Cruize is standing in the center of the ring. In front of him is a table with a contract on it as well as two mics and there are two chairs, one on each side of the table.)

OC: Ladies and gentlemen it is time for the contract signing between Rex Evans and Doug E. Fresh! Now at the behest of The Professor, there is no moderator of this contract signing. I have been told that each wrestler will come out, sign the contract, and that will be the end of it.

Step Inside...See the devil in I


(One of The Professor's many themes over the years has again interrupted an arena. Doug E. Fresh comes out to the stage in a much cockier manner than normal. He strolls down to the ring to a mixed reaction but it’s certainly leaning toward more boos.)

A: Fans, Oscar is leaving the ring and rejoining me here in moments. I don't see this going well at all without any type of security.

(Oscar sits back down as Doug has entered the ring. Doug poses in customary fashion on the top turnbuckle.)

OC: Pay attention Courtney, you're looking at who will likely be the FINAL Global Champion once he disposes of Rex Evans in San Diego.

A: I'm Amanda. And that certainly remains to be seen. And was anything said as to what the stipulation would be if Rex wins the match?

OC: Why talk about what won't happen?

(In no time, Doug has already signed the contract. But he then falls back into the chair, taking the mic at the same time.)

Doug: It is right here and now at Two that I deliver to you what will be my final live sermon. For months, I've been looking at the end of October on my calendar. This company has lived for just about 10 years and when it completes that rare feat, it’s also closing its doors. While at the same time, I've been telling each and every one of you for months that my incredible Legacy will too come to its conclusion at this same time.

(This receives a mixed reaction from the audience.)

Doug: Don't get me wrong. These aren't sour grapes. This company's closing isn't going to overshadow the closing of this chapter of my life. I am AND HAVE ALWAYS BEEN bigger than SCW itself, because I myself have been SCW and have led SCW and have kept SCW alive! SCW was just another cog in my machine. I am bigger than all of you!

"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

(Incredible boos at the professor as he just laughs away from the mic.)

Doug: I knew you wouldn't like that. But it’s irrelevant. I spent years showing how you'd eat every word out of my hand. No need for that anymore. All I need is to finish this story on a high note. It takes some self-advocacy to do that. If there's any wrestler in the world who knows how to take matters into his or her own hands, it's yours truly. Which has led us to this moment.

(The boos intensify, and Doug speaks louder.)

Doug: I've been on sinking ships. I've buried companies under my feet all while keeping their most valued prizes in my possession for the remainder of my life. So what makes it any different that I retire with the one belt I've held more times and for longer than any wrestler can ever claim? The SCW Global Championship will be mine as this world dies. All that stands in my way is the man who needs to sign this contract so I may dispose of the last demon clinging to my coattails.

(A "YOU SUCK!" chant begins to form.)

Doug: That's where you come in Rexy. How about you c-

TAKE THIS SHIT BACK!

(Wasting no time, the four familiar words echo throughout the arena cutting the Professor off. He throws his feet up on the table and his hands behind his head with a cocky smirk as Rex walks onto the stage to a massive round of cheers in just a pair of jeans, his wrist-tape still on and his hair still a bit sweaty from his earlier match, but the SCW Tag Team Championship sits proudly on his shoulder.)

GC: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome one half of the final Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions, Rex… EVANS!

(Rex snarls, the muscles in his cheeks tensing as his free hand balls into a fist. He marches down the ramp, setting his title belt on the apron and sliding under the bottom rope. Doug removes his feet from the table, bringing the mic to his mouth to say something else but Rex swipes it away from him before he can.)

RE: Doug, I’ve been listening your bullshit since before I could grow a beard. And I think I speak for all of Las Vegas when I say we’re fucking tired of it.

(A massive, positive reaction erupts from the crowd in response to the no-nonsense comment from the Brute. He paces the ring a bit, eyes glued to the Professor’s.)

RE: Don’t get me wrong, I’ll speak for all of us again when I say we respect the hell out of what you’ve done in your obnoxiously long career. That’s the main reason I wanted to be sure I got on your dance card before you allegedly hang up the boots for good, because you are without a doubt one of the greatest wrestlers to ever step foot in this or any ring.

(Doug stands up with a smirk, nodding and looking around at the crowd at the compliment.)

RE: But if you truly think you’re bigger than the people who have hung onto this place through the tough times and the good, then you’re more delusional than I thought. You’re a big deal, nobody can take that away from you, but you aren’t bigger than Sin City Wrestling. You aren’t bigger than this crowd who has stood by your side no matter how many times you shit on them. They keep coming back because they love what we do, they love the show we put on for them, and nobody is bigger than that. Not me, and certainly not you.

(Rex takes a step toward Doug, getting right into his face.)

RE: So before we both hang up the boots for good at Legacy, we’re finally going to step into the ring and go toe to toe, and I’m going to deliver the beating you were too scared to get over three years ago. Then I’M going to go to Legacy, reclaim the SCW Global Championship, and go down in history as a Sin City Wrestling legend. The final tag champion, the final Global Champion, and the man that finally shut Doug E Fresh the fuck up.

(A mixed reaction at the thinly veiled confirmation that Rex Evans will be retiring at SCW Legacy as well, but then huge cheers at the threat. Rex slams the microphone into Doug’s chest, causing him to stumble backwards, before grabbing a pen and signing his name on the dotted line. He snarls at Doug, yelling something inaudible as he backs up and bails under the bottom rope, walking up the ramp backwards with his SCW Tag Team title draped over his shoulder. We fade out.)

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(We cut to the backstage area where we see Madison Quin jogging down a corridor, eyes wide as she spots someone.)

MQ: Mrs. Wilkinson! Mrs. Wilkinson, can I--?!

(The camera catches Aubrey Wilkinson right before she closes her office door. She pulls it open, giving Madison a sigh and a tired look.)

MQ: With the Vegas Title situation between Amy Jo Smyth and Tarja, what can we--?

AW: We will have an answer in two weeks when we broadcast live via YouTube from San Diego. I promise. Just... with time being as sensitive as it is, don't make me rush a decision like this, Madison. Okay? Just... just watch our main event. And be prepared to cover it.

(Aubrey gives Madison a nod and closes the door. Madison takes a breath and turns, disappearing from frame before we fade to black.)

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Brytain Rollins © vs Sandy Makel


”ARE YOU READY TO ROLL?”

(The shouted question precedes the dimming of the arena lights and the first heavy riffs of Shinedown’s “Adrenaline”. A light show plays throughout the arena, alternating between bright gold and the deep green of the baize covering the Luxor’s many gaming tables as Sandy Makel steps out from behind the curtain. He pauses for a moment, running his eyes over the crowd with a smirk before dropping to a knee and raising a hand in the air. He makes a show of it, making sure every camera catches the glint of his talismanic golden die before rolling it along the ground in front of him, catching it in the other hand and raising it to his lips, in perfect time to bound to his feet and shout the last line of the first verse of his theme tune before making his way towards the ring. His swaggering walk and cocky smirk exude confidence as glances from side to side, exchanging words with the fans closest by as he passes through.)

OC: Look at him! Confidence. Pure confidence.

A: The challenger certainly looks unshaken.

(He circles the outside of the ring, continuing his jawing all the while until he finds the timekeeper’s table, where he leaves his die with an obvious word of warning about safekeeping before hopping onto the ring apron and climbing to the top rope, raising an arm in salute to the crowd and giving them a grin and a wink at the response. A few seconds later, he drops down to the mat and leans back into the corner, draping his arms over the ropes and letting the smile fall away as the music fades and the lights return to normal...

...and abruptly, the arena plunges into complete and total darkness as the first few heavy beats of "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps thunders from the sound system to a roar from the audience. There is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white; it pops and crackles across the stage like lightening. As the pyro fades out, the stage is bathed in red light. )

Cause we all know
what goes around comes around
You should've known what I was all about
Do not test me.


(The crash of a guitar joining the heavy bass beat and Brytain Rollins slips out onto the stage. Her pink hair curled around her shoulders and bathed red in the light as her sharp blue eyes sweep across the crowd and the ring with the kind of impassivity that speaks to boredom but her body language refutes that notion. She saunters to the ring, the light catching on the rows of gold spikes, tarnished with age, that run down the back of her boots from knee to heel, as well as the SCW Global Championship around her waist.)

Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on your knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please

So get up and get out
or I'll show you
What it means for me to control you


(One hand reaches up, grasping the middle rope as she uses it to pull herself up on the apron and with a quick dip, she's inside of the ring, circling it like a predator. She wanders towards her corner, leaning against the turnbuckle as she tilts her head, unstrapping the belt from her waist and finally lifting it above her head to a pop from the audience.)

Keep your head down
until I tell you to speak...


(Our lights return to normal and a bell sounds.)

GC: The following bout is our MAAAAIN EVENT scheduled for ONE FALL…

”ONE FALL!”

GC: ...and it is for the Sin City Wrestling GLOOOOBAL CHAAAAMPIONSHIIIIP!

(The audience roars in approval and again, the lights dim.)

GC: Introducing first, the challenger…

(Boos already begin to circulate.)

GC: From Ocean City, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds… SAAAAANDY MAAAAAKEELLLLLLLLLL!

(Sandy extends his arms as he makes his way to the center of the ring, spotlight hitting him.)

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

(Sandy steps back into his corner and Geoff raises his mic.)

GC: And his opponent…

(Sharply, the crowd does an about-face, beginning to cheer.)

GC: ...hailing from Los Angeles, California, she is your reigning Sin City Wrestling Global Champion… BRYYYTAAAIIIIIIIIIIINNN ROOOLLLLIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNS!

(A thunderous ovation surges throughout the audience as Brytain steps into the spotlight, title raised above her head. She steals a look back at Makel and then turns, handing the title to Baker.)

A: If crowd support means anything, we can clearly hear who has the advantage here.

OC: Hmph!

(Baker displays the title belt to each side of the audience before handing it to the timekeeper. He asks each competitor to meet in the center of the ring.)

OC: I’m gettin’ antsy.

A: I think everyone is!

(The bell sounds to a thunderous roar from the audience. Champion and challenger slowly advance toward one another. Sandy sticks his nose up in the air while Brytain says something to him, just loud enough for Makel to hear. Makel smirks, meeting Brytain’s eye… before throwing a right hand into her gut! The audience boos instinctively, but as soon as Brytain doubles over, she nails a vicious knife-edged chop across the cheek! Makel staggers, a bitter grin on his face as he looks at the SCW Global Champion.)

A: Haha, what a shot!

OC: What the hell is so funny about that, Amanda?! Step in there, Baker!

(Sandy nails a stomp to the gut and Brytain doubles over again. She goes for a second chop, but Sandy catches her arm and pulls her into a Short-Arm Lariat, turning the champion inside out as she spirals down to the canvas below!)

”BOOOOOOOOOOO!”

(Sandy waves the crowd off and stomps away at Brytain relentlessly!)

OC: Stompin’ a mudhole and walkin’ it dry as my cousins in Oklahoma would say!

(Brytain rolls toward the ropes and drapes a leg over the center, prompting Baker to back Makel off-- but not before he delivers a swift kick to the leg of Rollins for good measure. She rolls to her knees, taking deep breaths as Makel looks into the loudest section of the crowd which rains boos down on the former champion. He mouths “watch” before rushing the champion, hitting a forearm to the jaw just as Rollins reaches her feet! She hits the ropes awkwardly, being pulled off by Makel who lifts her up as if for a Vertical Suplex-- but throws her rib-first across the top rope! As she hangs there, suspended by the midsection, Sandy shoots the adjacent ropes immediately and rebounds, stepping off of the middle rope nearest Rollins and dropping an elbow across the base of her neck! Rollins flips down onto the canvas, eyes clenched shut as she rolls to the center of the ring, clutching the back of her neck. Again, Makel rushes in and begins putting the boots to Rollins!)

A: Sandy Makel is completely possessed right now! He is not giving Rollins even a chance to breathe!

OC: He wants that title back so bad. That’s a desperate man, Amanda.

(Sandy picks Rollins up by the hair and turns, using all of his might to swing her through the ropes-- though as he turns, he doesn’t see Rollins grab the middle rope, landing on her feet on the outside. Gingerly, she crawls back onto the apron. She leaps onto the top rope and Sandy turns around into a picture-perfect Springboard Snap Rana! Rollins secures the rana-style pin, hooking Sandy’s right leg beneath her arm to a pop from the crowd!

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-!)

OC: A kickout!

A: Right before the three and now Sandy’s taking a breather.

OC: A wise one.

(To more boos from the audience, Makel rolls beneath the bottom rope, dropping to his knees on the outside. He takes a deep breath, rising to his feet with his face to the ring… but turns around quickly as the audience comes alive yet again!)

OC: SANDY, NO!

(Sandy turns around into a Tope Suicida from Rollins-- which is transitioned into a Swinging Tornado DDT on the outside! The audience erupts and Rollins rolls to a knee, breathing heavily.)

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”


A: Rollins just--

OC: She just tried to commit a felony! I hope the police are watching! There’s no place for this in wrestling!

A: You’re ridiculous. But regardless, Buddy Baker is starting the mandatory ten-count and the last thing anybody wants is to see this end like that.

(Baker indeed begins the count and many in the audience count along.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”


Rollins tries to force Makel to his feet in a front facelock. He appears to be dead weight at first, but pushes Rollins back. She rushes back, nailing a boot to the jaw of Makel, sending him to his back once again to a roar from the crowd!)

A: And now the champion’s showing her vicious side!

OC: Yeah, but if she knocks Makel out, how is she supposed to get him in the ring?! Does she wanna win by countout and be THAT champ?!

A: If she can’t force Makel up then it’s a valid victory, Oscar.

OC: ONLY in the eyes of the weak!

(Baker’s count continues as Rollins leans against the barricade, glaring down at Makel.

”THREE!”

“FOUR!”


Rollins forces Makel up to his knees in the facelock position, dragging him toward the ring.

”FIVE!”

SIX!”

“SEVEN!”


Rollins rolls Makel into the ring beneath the bottom rope, breathing heavily. As Makel sits upright, we can clearly see him holding his head in a daze-- though he is able to throw himself onto his back and deliver a boot to Rollins’ jaw as she steps into the ring over the bottom rope! Rollins is thrown to her feet from the impact and turns around, rushing forward and delivering a Front Dropkick to the now-seated Makel! Makel’s head snaps back, hitting the bottom turnbuckle!)

A: Unprotected shot after unprotected shot…

(Rollins yanks Sandy Makel out of the corner by the foot and drops down, hooking both legs for a cover!

ONE
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TWO
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Kickout!)

OC: Talk about the heart and courage of our former and future SCW Global Champion!

A: Makel is as tenacious as they come, all due respect to former champion Dom Harter.

OC: Cop-out.

(Rollins rolls up to her feet, wiping sweat from her brow as Makel pulls himself up in the corner, groggily. Rollins rushes him and hits a pair of double knees in the corner! Makel staggers out of the corner, and right into a Step-Up Enzuigiri from Rollins that sends him right back into the turnbuckles! Rollins nods out to the audience which has started a ”BRYTAIN ROLLINS!” chant. She runs to the far side of the ring, hitting the corner, before charging back, leaping high into the air and nailing a second pair of double knees, this time clear to the jaw of Makel! He drops out of the corner, to his back, and Rollins drops down into another cover, hooking the far leg and grapevining the near one!

ONE
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TWO
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THR--!)

A: And another kickout by Sandy Makel!

(Rollins closes her eyes for a moment in obvious frustration. She rolls out to the apron as Makel rolls to his stomach, pushing himself up to his hands and knees. Rollins goes to the corner and ascends to the top turnbuckle. Makel climbs to his feet and Rollins leaps from the top rope, nailing diving double knees to the back of the head! She rides Makel all the way down to the canvas to a roar from the audience, sending him face-first into the mat! Makel goes limp and Rollins stands upright, pulling his arm to flip him over onto his back! Again, she races to the ropes and goes out to the apron!)

A: And I think Rollins is going for it after that hellacious diving double knee drop to the back of the head of the standing Makel!

OC: BAKER, CHECK ON SANDY!

A: This crowd is on their feet! Brytain’s up top!

(Brytain perches on the top rope before slowly rising up-- and leaping off for the high-flying Senton!)

A: Thrillkiller!

(Makel slides back ever-so-slightly and arches one knee as Brytain flies. The champion lands square on the point of the knee and a blood-curdling shriek escapes her lips, hushing the crowd.)

A: Oh my God!

OC: He might’ve just broken her spine, ‘Manda!

(Brytain is stunned on her back, but Makel throws an arm over her chest as he tries to will himself back up. Baker makes the count!

ONE
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Makel hooks the near leg…
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TWO
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THRE-!

Rollins throws a shoulder up at the last moment to a roar from the crowd! Sandy pushes himself to his knees, shaking his head in annoyance.)

OC: I have no idea how she can move her fingers, much less kick out of that. That looked disgusting.

A: Baker is checking on both of these Sinners now, as he should, but Sandy is back up and-- now where’s he going?

(Sandy steps through the ropes, out to the apron, yelling for Baker to get out of the way as he checks on the still-stunned SCW Global Champion.)

OC: Don’t make the same mistake Brytain made!

(Makel leaps onto the top rope and hits a Springboard Leg Drop across the throat of Brytain Rollins! He yells for Baker to “COUNT!” as he rolls over into a cover, hooking both legs!

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-!

Rollins kicks out, but Makel pins her again, hooking the far leg and driving an elbow across Brytain’s nose, smashing her face against the canvas.

ONE
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TWO
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TH--!)

OC: Stay down, Brytain! Think of your cosmetic future!

(The audience applauds the competitors as Sandy sits upright, a smirk on his face in spite of the kickout. He pushes himself up and performs a 360 in the ring, arms extended as he soaks in the now-deafening boos of the Luxor.)

”BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

(Sandy lowers his arms and shoots the ropes, rebounding with a vicious stomp to Brytain’s stomach! She sits upright on instict and Sandy throws himself to the ground with a Lariat across her collarbone! He pushes himself up and stomps down on her stomach again! Brytain sits up instinctively and Sandy turns, hiting her with a mule-kick to the face that sends Rollins to the mat! Sandy pivots, stomping down on the left hand of the champion! Brytain cries out in pain-- and Sandy leaps over her, stomping down on the fingertips of her right hand!)

A: This is sick. What is he trying to prove right now?

OC: Nothing. At this point-- absolutely nothing.

”FUCK YOU SANDY!”

”FUCK YOU SANDY!”

”FUCK YOU SANDY!”


(Sandy grins out into the audience, pulling Brytain up into a seated position by the hair. Baker scolds him-- and Makel drops down, locking Rollins in a side headlock before taking her to the mat, looking out into the audience as he talks to Rollins, wrenching the headlock every few seconds.)

OC: And now he can just make her suffer, Amanda. This is where Brytain Rollins lies there, losing the ability to breathe, looking out into the disappointed eyes of her fans and thinks about the things she’s done that led her to this disastrous moment!

A: Sandy is in control and he is dominating the pace of this championship match. If Brytain Rollins can’t breathe, then she can’t defend herself and Sandy puts himself in position to reclaim his title.

(The audience claps rhythmically for Brytain. She plants a fist onto the mat, trying to push herself up. She manages to prop herself up on an elbow… and finally up to a knee as the clapping becomes louder!)

A: These fans in the Luxor, trying to will their champion back in this thing!

(With the audience reaching a fever pitch, Brytain drives an elbow into Sandy’s gut… and a second… and a third! With a fourth, Sandy releases her, doubling over. Rollins sways on her knee, but manages to hit a hard forearm to Sandy’s face. She rises up to her feet and pivots to shoot the ropes-- but Sandy grabs a handful of hair, yanking her right back to the mat, spine-first to a round of boos from the crowd! He leaps into the air, driving an elbow down across her sternum for good measure before pulling Brytain upright into the Sleeper Hold!)

OC: Haha, she’s doomed now!

A: And now Brytain Rollins is locked in that Sleeper! Nowhere to go, right in the middle of the ring!

”LET’S GO ROLLINS!”

”LET’S GO ROLLINS!”

”LET’S GO ROLLINS!”


(Rollins flails in the Sleeper. She tries to reach out toward the ropes, but Sandy turns her away from each set she seems to rest her eyes on! Eventually, the movements of Brytain Rollins begin to slow and her arm drops to her side.)

A: This could be the way this ends… by way of a knockout.

OC: Put her to sleep!

(The fans in attendance begin to clap for Brytain once more but the champion’s eyes are half-lidded. After seconds, her eyes finally droop and Sandy yells for Baker to “CHECK HER!” Baker kneels down, asking Brytain if she can continue, but he gets no response. He grabs her hand, lifting it up to eye-length and lets it fall to the mat once. He signals to the timekeeper!

”ONE!”

Baker kneels down, lifting the hand of Rollins… and lets it fall again, flat to the canvas. Sandy grins and Baker signals to the timekeeper.

”TWO!”

The crowd grows restless as Baker lifts Brytain’s hand for a third time. He lets it go-- and Rollins reaches behind her, grabbing a hold of the ear of Makel! She yanks with all of her strength and Makel cries out in pain, dropping Rollins!)

A: That’s one way to do it!

OC: What?! There’s no way that’s legal!

(The audience cheers for Rollins as she groggily crawls toward the ropes. She pulls herself up-- but falls to her knees again. Sandy is up to his feet first and locks eyes on Rollins with a glare. He charges her as she reaches her feet again, going for a Lariat…

...but Rollins side-steps at the last moment, sending Sandy into the ropes with a Release Drop Toehold! Sandy’s throat snaps against the middle and he rolls onto his back, gasping for air!)

OC: Aahh!

A: Brytain Rollins might have just aided Sandy Makel in crushing his own larynx!

(Rollins shakes the pain out of the fingers that’d been stomped by Makel earlier. She reaches down to pull him upright… but Makel delivers a forearm to her mouth for her troubles. Rollins turns away, hitting her knees. Makel scrambles to his feet and rushes at Rollins. Rollins counters with a Jumping, Swinging DDT!)

OC: Right on the top of his head, gah!

(Rollins rolls Sandy onto his back and leans back into a deep cover, hooking the near leg.

ONE
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TWO
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THHHRRRR-- kickout!)

A: Not quite enough for the win yet.

OC: “Yet”? You say it like this is already a foregone conclusion, ‘Manda. Sandy’s a little out of sorts right now but he’s still walking away with that championship. He’ll likely be our last-ever SCW Global Champion!

(Sandy slaps himself, trying to will himself back into the match as Rollins rolls away from him. She pulls herself up in the corner and turns, glaring at the rising Makel. His smirk has been replaced with a scowl as she charges him, hitting a Lariat of her own! Sandy hits the ground, but rises right back to his feet, this time into a Dropkick! The two rise to their feet again and Brytain lays into Makel with a flurry of palm strikes and chops, working her way from his heart to his jaw, before nailing a Spinning Backfist!)

A: Lithium!

(The backfist knocks Sandy to the mat and Brytain steps out to the apron. She throws her hair back, looking back behind her as the audience roars in approval. Brytain walks to the turnbuckles, ascending to the top turnbuckle as Sandy groggily begins to push himself to his feet. Brytain takes a breath and runs the ropes-- before leaping off halfway and spiking Sandy with the 720 DDT!)

A: Panic Switch by Rollins! Sandy is spiked!

(Sandy is spiked onto his head and rolls through the move completely limp. He is thrown into a seated position, hunched forward from the momentum. Rollins pushes herself up, aching from all over her body. She crawls forward, pulling Makel back and onto his back. She crawls into a cover and the audience counts, loudly along with Buddy Baker!

ONE
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TWO
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THRE-!

Makel throws a shoulder up at the last moment to a deafening mixed reaction from the crowd! Brytain throws her hands over her face, flopping onto her back.)

A: We’ve had some classics tonight, Oscar, and this is shaping up to cap off the evening.

OC: I can’t watch! But I have to! But I can’t! But I must!

(Brytain pushes herself up, shaking her head to the audience, motioning “one more time.” She steps out to the apron and goes up to the turnbuckles, but Makel has rolled over onto his stomach by the time she reaches it. With a gasp of energy, he lunges to his feet, throwing himself against the ropes!)

A: And Sandy with the classic cheap shot!

OC: Still a classic.

(Brytain loses her balance and falls from the top, but lands on her feet on the apron! Makel is quick on the draw however, lunging again, this time through the bottom and middle rope to hit a reverse Chop Block to Brytain! Brytain cries out, flipping forward through the ropes into the ring as Makel hits the floor on the outside! The shot earns an impressed mixed reaction from the crowd. Sandy uses the apron to pull himself up on the outside.)

OC: Haha, I love it! Sandy Makel will not die! He’s hitting any single part of Brytain Rollins that’s left exposed! Sacrificing himself to hit a Suicide Chop Block almost! WHO ELSE, AMANDA?!

(Sandy grabs the bottom rope and slides himself back into the ring. Rollins is on the other side, pulling herself up with assistance from the ropes, but she stands up into a Discus Forearm from Sandy! She falls back against the ropes-- but as she tries to stand back up, her arms become entangled between the top and middle! Sandy freezes as he realizes what’s happened.)

A: Uh-oh…

(The audience moans, fearing the worst.)

OC: Sandy sees what I see! This crowd sees what Sandy sees!

A: Shades of SCW One…

OC: Yeah, except this time Sandy can take full advantage of it!

(Baker yells for Sandy to back off as he tries to free Rollins from the ropes. Sandy smirks at the hard camera before sprinting at the far ropes.)

A: No, no, no…!

(Sandy rebounds at full speed and throws himself into Rollins’ exposed midsection with a low, fast Cross Body! The impact forces Rollins’ arms free from the ropes and she sails straight through to the floor below! For the second time, the audience is on their feet chanting:

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”


OC: What a trainwreck!

(Sandy sits upright, laughing to himself, eyes closed in pain as Baker begins his ten count.

”ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

“FOUR!”

“FIVE!”


At five, Sandy finally look back behind him at the completely motionless Brytain Rollins. He rises up, pulling her with him. Pivoting, he rolls Rollins into the ring and hops onto the apron. He climbs to the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring and signals for the end to the audience… before leaping back onto the prone Brytain Rollins with a Moonsault into a Leg Drop--

--and Rollins rolls out of harm’s way!)

OC: HOW?!

(Sandy remains silent, but his eyes are closed and his jaw is stiffened as he lands right on his tailbone. He shakes and Rollins slams her fist into the mat in unison with the now-clapping crowd, trying to force herself up to her feet.)

A: You have to believe at this point, Oscar, that whoever gets up and gets their hands on their opponent first is going to walk away with the victory!

OC: I don’t have to believe anything!

(Rollins pushes herself to her feet as Sandy pushes himself to his with the audience at a fever pitch!)

OC: Sandy…!

A: Gamengiri!

(Brytain Rollins rushes forward, connecting with the Gamengiri! Sandy spirals to the mat and Brytain rolls to the apron! Shakily, she ascends to the top turnbuckle with bulbs and phone flashes going off behind her-- before she leaps off with the High Senton, smashing down across the chest of Makel with the Thrillkiller!)

OC: Gaahhh, third time’s the charm!

A: Brytain Rollins with the Thrillkiller!

(Rollins rises to her feet, grabbing both of Sandy’s hands. She leans back, forcing him all the way up before manipulating his arms around his own neck, stepping past him-- and nailing the Double-Arm Straightjacket Neckbreaker!)

A: The Killing Joke!

OC: Overkill!

(Brytain Rollins leans back, hooking the leg with an anguished expression!)

A: This one is over!

(Baker makes the count and the audience screams along with him!

ONE
.
.
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
.
.
THREE!)

OC: I can’t breathe.

A: What a journey!

(The bell rings and “King of the World” hits the PA system to a roar from the Luxor! Rollins is able to sit upright, looking back at Sandy with an indistinguishable look.)

GC: Here is your winner… AND STILL the Sin City Wrestling Global Champion, BRYYTTAAAIIIIN ROLLLIIIIINS!

(Rollins allows Baker to help her to her feet as she hoists the championship into the air. While some in the audience sing along to Brytain’s music, most have restated their ”BRYTAIN ROLLINS!” chant.)

A: Sandy Makel fought tooth and nail but he has nothing to be ashamed of!

OC: Nothing at all… but I feel like a part of me’s dying a little. Right now.

A: You’ll survive, Oscar.

OC: You don’t know that.

(Makel rolls out to the floor, being checked on by doctors as he leans against the barricade, looking up at Rollins with a faraway look in his eyes.)

A: When SCW goes to San Diego in two weeks as we travel across the west to promote Legacy and the Queen of Sin Battle Royal, we will find out who Brytain’s gonna take on in the last-ever SCW Global Championship match. Will it be Rex Evans? Will it be “The Professor” Doug Fresh?

OC: The last-ever SCW Global Championship match-- headlining Legacy in October? You can bet on the Professor, Amanda.

A: Don’t count out Rex Evans, Oscar. And definitely don’t count out Brytain Rollins. She proved tonight that she might be both the future of the business and the last face of Sin City Wrestling.

(Rollins finally finds the strength to mount the turnbuckles, raising the championship into the air to another roar from the Luxor.)

WINNER: BRYTAIN ROLLINS

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OC: Welp. This has been Oscar Cruize, bringing you quality commentary on a stacked show.

A: And this is Amanda. We’ll see you via YouTube from San Diego in two weeks as we bring you Rex versus Doug for the first and last time ever! And as a bonus, we’ll finally see Chris Air in an SCW ring and we’ll take a look at the entrants for the last-ever SCW Queen of Sin.

OC: And maybe we’ll find out what the hell is going on with our Vegas Championship! Who’s the champion?!

A: Don’t miss the YouTube special! It’s our absolute last stop before SCW Legacy, the end of the road. We’ll see you soon.




























































































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