| The Final SCW Wildcard!; August 22nd, 2016 | |
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| Harrison | Aug 23 2016, 06:46 AM Post #1 |
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(We cut to the backstage office area where we see Madison Quin seated across from SCW Owner Talon Wilkinson, and minority shareholder/General Manager, Aubrey Wilkinson. Many of the office’s typical furnishings have been either removed or pushed out of frame, allowing for an open area on-screen as Madison sits across from the pair.) MQ: Thanks for taking the time to sit with me today, guys. TW: Thank you. MQ: There’s been a lot going on behind the scenes over the weeks, as a lot of people have speculated-- and really, confirmed. There have been talks of the company being sold. There have been talks of the company going bankrupt. There have been talks of a merger. Now, going on the record, what can you tell us about the current state of affairs in Sin City Wrestling? (There is a pause as the camera pans over to the couple. Aubrey Wilkinson takes a breath and responds.) AW: Without a doubt, as much as it pains me to say it, Sin City Wrestling, as an on-screen entity, is closing in October. Our final show will be Legacy. Usually, we pack up and move it to the MGM Grand, or to a bigger venue in another city altogether... but we’re going to honor the Luxor and have it right here, with an official date of October 16th. MQ: And in the meantime? AW: In the meantime, tonight’s edition of Wildcard will be our final broadcast here on Showtime. It’ll be our final Wildcard. Ever. (This earns a chorus of boos from the audience and Aubrey sighs again, looking toward Talon, who gives her a small nod. Aubrey turns to Madison again.) AW: With word that Shelbi Carter was unable to compete tonight, Westley McFadden’s Heritage Championship match is cancelled, and he will defend the title against Erin Gordon, in the last-ever Heritage Championship match at SCW2. The winner’s gonna automatically qualify for Vegas Championship contention, for the unification of the titles at our Los Angeles event on September 30th… which will also feature the penultimate match of Doug E. Fresh. Fitting, I think, for our penultimate show. MQ: Do we know who Doug Fresh will be facing at that event? (Aubrey shakes her head, slightly.) AW: Can’t say. I know, apparently, we’ll be hearing from him tonight. (This earns a mixed reaction from the audience and Madison continues.) MQ: Can you give us some insight on your decision to feature Dexter Jacobs in your main event, knowing that your Global Champion, and a participant in your last-ever Heritage Title match are involved? After what he’s done to his last two opponents, Kali Sidero and-- TW: Even now, we have the best talent in the world on our roster… we have them here in Las Vegas right now. So why not make history while we still have the power to do so? (This earns a pop from the Luxor and Madison nods.) MQ: I understand. And speaking of Dexter, can you give us an update on the medical condition of Lani San Diego? AW: She’s lucky she didn’t receive a concussion. She walked away with some lacerations to the scalp and complaints of back spasms, which have been treated almost-daily since the match. Our doctors expect that she’ll be cleared by mid-September. MQ: Good to hear that we don’t have another roster member sidelined by way of injury. (The couple nods in agreement before Madison turns her attention to Talon Wilkinson.) MQ: So… a question I have to ask… who’s decision was it, at the end of the day, to hang up the boots for Sin City Wrestling? TW: Well, it isn’t necessarily a simple she did or I did answer. As much as it pains me to say so, I’ve been in this situation before. As most of our fans remember, I was the founder and decision maker of Code Red Wrestling which closed its doors in New York three years ago this week. So when Aubrey and I heard the investors begin hinting at it we knew what was in store. You could say that the writing was on the wall at that point, but you and I both know that SCW deserves to go out as the powerhouse that it has always, and still is. We didn’t want to drag ourselves, our talent, and our fans along until the legacy of this great company was just a crippled shell of what it once was. So we sat down and talked about our options, and this is the path we chose to go down. To send off SCW the only way it ever could go out. On top, and on its own terms. (This earns a mixed reaction from the crowd.) AW: We just have to add one more chapter to its Legacy. And it starts with SCW2 when Brytain Rollins takes on Sandy Makel in a one-on-one rematch for the SCW Global Championship. They’ll be in Wildcard’s final main event tonight and… let’s see which one of them is gonna take that bold step toward, maybe, possibly, becoming SCW’s final Global Champion. MQ: I personally look forward to it. So, before we close, what else can we look forward to in SCW as it wraps up a legacy this year? (Talon and Aubrey look at each other with faint smiles before Aubrey answers first, a small shrug.) AW: Our last ever Queen of Sin in October. Isn’t that the main reason to keep watching? (She winks at Madison, and the camera pans in slightly on Talon.) TW: This is still Sin City Wrestling, you never know who might show up, or who will show out. We could possibly look to give some up and coming talent a chance to showcase their abilities to the best fan base in the business, or we could bring back some talent that are looking to be a part of what we all know will be a very special final few months. You’ve just got to keep watching. <><><> ![]() SCW Presents Wildcard: August 22, 2016 LIVE from The Luxor Hotel & Casino, Las Vegas, NV (We pan around the audience as we fade in from our cold open. The camera focuses on signs including, “WE’LL MISS YOU, WILDCARD”, “SIN CITY 4 LIFE”, “I’M DISAPPOINTED THAT DOM HARTER DIDN’T MAKE HIS WAY BACK TO SCW BEFORE THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF ITS CLOSURE BECAUSE I’M CERTAIN I HAD AT LEAST TWO DOZEN CALLOUS REMARKS LEFT TO GIVE THE WORLD”, and “I GOT HERE A WEEK AND A HALF AGO TO SEE ROLLINS.” We finally stop on the commentary table, showing Oscar Cruize and Amanda.) A: Welcome to SCW Wildcard! OC: Welcome to the end! A: Stop that. (Oscar sighs but gives the camera a broad smile.) OC: You heard it. We heard it. It sucks, but it’s what we have to do so The Man doesn’t blow his nose on our legacy. Or something less PG than that. A: Tonight, we have two main event matches for you. We have Oscar’s favorite wrestler, Tarja taking on O.E. Ayano of the Southside Connection in a grudge match eight months in the making. The title isn’t on the line-- OC: But all the pride is! And Amy Jo Smyth, wherever she is, is watching, waiting for her moment to sneak up on Bae. Tarja is my favorite, but if O.E. Ayano has her way with her tonight on the final edition of Wildcard, then my money’s on Amy Jo at SCW2. A: And in our main event, Sandy Makel teams with Dexter Jacobs to take on the Global Champion, Brytain Rollins, and the number one contender, Erin Gordon. And what has to be going through Erin’s mind, knowing not only that McFadden gets to rest with Shelbi being unable to compete tonight, but that the Heritage Title and Vegas Titles are gonna be unified before we even get to our final stop at Legacy? OC: She can’t afford to think about that. She’s in there with the big dogs. A: And I’ve just been told our first match is about to begin! OC: Cut to the ring, camera goons! <><><> Non-Title Tarja (c) vs O.E. Ayano (c) w/ Gillie Barnes (c) (“How Soon is Now?” by the Smiths blares over the PA system to a roar from the audience and the arena is plunged into darkness.) GC: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… (The lights snap back on as the Vegas Champion has already made her way halfway down the ramp, title raised high above her head. She shouts back into the loud audience before a small smile creeps across her face. She charges the ring and rolls in, hopping to her feet again, holding the championship belt up high.) GC: From Morgantown, West Virginia, weighing in at one hundred and thirty-seven pounds, she is the SCW Vegas Champion, TAAARRRRRRJJJAAA! OC: Look at the shape Bae is in! She looks ready to go! A: I hope she is. Because she’s about to be in the fight of her life, two weeks before facing Amy Jo Smyth with that gold on the line. “Word up son, word. (Yeah, to all the killers and a hundred dollar billas!)” OC: And here come the hoodlums! (“Shook Ones Pt. 2” begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd cheers when The Eight Chamber Orochi comes out to the crowd with her arms crossed over her chest and Gillie Barnes by her side posing with her tag partner as well, arms outstretched. 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.) GC: And her opponent… “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: Accompanied to the ring by Gillie Barnes... From Kumamoto, Japan and weighing in tonight at one hundred and fifty-two pounds... She is the Eight Chamber Orochi! ....This is O.E. Ayano! “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...” A: This one-on-one match is about eight months in the making. OC: A rivalry writes its final chapter tonight. (Tarja looks on, unoving as 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. O.E. rolls into the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle before crossing her arms over her chest once more and nods her head. She then drops down to the ring and looks at the ref before asking him if he’s holding. With a usual no, she shrugs her shoulders and gets ready for her match, giving Tarja a dismissive look.) A: And Buddy Baker is wasting no time calling for the bell! (The bell sounds and immediately, the Vegas Champion goes on the offensive, laying into Ayano with forearms and elbow strikes! Ayano is backed up a few steps-- but fires back with a powerful right hand of her own! Her head snaps back, but Ayano follows up with a knee to the gut, doubling Tarja over, then a knee to the jaw, sending her to the mat! Tarja rolls away with Ayano following closely… but Tarja leaps upright, swinging with a hard left hand! The shot catches Ayano in the jaw, sending her to a knee, but she pops up in time to catch the oncoming Tarja with a Sitout Neckbreaker! Tarja stiffens, standing upright in pain.) A: These two start off explosively and now Tarja’s stunned! OC: Get her, Bae! It’s your last chance to shine on Wildcard! A: Right now the Southside is shining here in our first official contest of the night. (Ayano stuns Tarja with some knees to the base of the neck before trying to lock in the Front Sleeper… but Tarja pushes herself back, hooking a leg under the bottom rope. Ayano rises up as Buddy Baker begins the five-count-- but drills Tarja with a headbutt, sending her back down to the ground! Tarja groans in agony and Ayano drops a knee on the sternum for good measure before hooking both legs for a mounted cover! ONE . . . . Kickout!) OC: It’s too early to finish off the Vegas Champion like that! A: But kicking out wastes a lot of energy. Ayano’s trying to get in Tarja’s head quick. (Tarja stands upright but is caught in another front sleeper! She drops to her knees, shoving Ayano away, but Ayano pivots, anticipating the counter, and turns to drive a discus elbow into Tarja’s jaw! Tarja staggers back into the ropes and Ayano charges her for a Cactus Clothesline-- but Tarja low-bridges the top rope, sending Ayano crashing over the ropes and to the apron!) OC: And countered! A: But not enough to take Ayano to the ground! (Tarja pushes herself up, looking back at Ayano as she regains her footing on the apron. Tarja sprints to the far side of the ring and rebounds, nailing a running hesitation Dropkick to the gut! Ayano flies back from the apron, her jaw smacking against the bottom rope for a horrific whiplash as she’s thrown to the ground!) A: Jesus…! OC: Devastating impact by the Vegas Champion! (Tarja scrambles to her feet and shoots the far side of the ring again. Coming off the ropes, she sails through for a Suicide Dive onto O.E. Ayano-- but Ayano catches her on her shoulders in an attempt to nail what looks like a Death Valley Driver, sending both women crashing violently to the ground and rolling across the floor! Buddy Baker exits the ring to check on both competitors before, after a few seconds, returning to his standard ten-count.) OC: INSUFFICIENT REFEREEING! ARE THEY EVEN CONSCIOUS, BAKER?! A: They look to be, and Baker’s counting! OC: What happened out there?! A: Tarja got some of that Suicide Dive, O.E. countered and got some of that-- whatever she was going for, but it looked violent! OC: They wasted no time trying to murder each other! (”ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” “FIVE!” “SIX!” “SEVEN!” “EIGHT!” Tarja pulls herself up and leans against the apron, catching her breath. She slides into the ring to break the count, but rolls out at nine as Ayano rises to her feet-- and Ayano catche her with a shoulder tackle into the apron! Tarja groans out in pain and Ayano pulls herself onto the apron, pulling Tarja along with her. She positions her in a front facelock, but Tarja pulls herself free and nails a kick to the shin! Ayano falls forward and Tarja hooks her for a Suplex-- before nailing the Falcon Arrow on the ring apron) OC: Desperate times call for desperate suplexes! Baeplex! A: A Tarjaplex to Olde English on the apron and this crowd is hot! ”HOLY SHIT!” ”HOLY SHIT!” ”HOLY SHIT!” (Buddy Baker, at a loss, begins to count again as Tarja pulls herself up to a seated position on the outside, an indistinguishable look on her face as she looks at Ayano. ”ONE!” “TWO!” Tarja climbs to her feet and forces Ayano up by the arm and tights, rolling her into the ring beneath the bottom ring. The Vegas Champion, herself, leaps onto the apron and rushes to the corner, ascending to the top turnbuckle. Ayano staggers upright and Tarja leaps from the top, going for the Halo DDT… but Ayano counters into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam!) OC: You’ve got to be kidding! A: Ayano dug deep and I don’t know how she managed that, but she just did! (Ayano holds her back as she maneuvers toward the Vegas Champion, lying on top of her for a cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . Tarja counters with a Crucifix pin! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-!) A: A counter by Tarja, then a kickout by Ayano! OC: They know each other very, very well. A: And all of these high-impact maneuvers, right out of the gate! (Ayano and Tarja match pace to their feet but a stiff knee from Ayano and then a club to the back sends the Vegas Champion to her knees. The Tag Champion shoots the ropes and rebounds, nailing another knee lift, catching Tarja beneath the jaw. Ayano goes to pull Tarja into a Swinging Neckbreaker, but Tarja twists out of it and counters with a Backslide Pin! Ayano rolls through and both women spring to their feet! Ayano nails an elbow to the face turning Tarja completely around-- where she immediately nails a Savate Kick… followed by a Pele Kick! Ayano hits the canvas and Tarja, clutching her head, rolls out to the apron again! To a pop from the crowd, she groggily ascends the turnbuckles!) OC: I don’t know if going for it again is smart…! (Tarja shakily stands up on the top rope, but Ayano reaches her feet and charges the corner, leaping up to the middle rope in an attempt to Suplex Tarja! Tarja blocks it and the two exchange closed fists on the turnbuckles!) A: This is a dangerous spot for both competitors to be in, Oscar. OC: Someone get Tarja down! A: O.E. Ayano is certainly working on that! (Ayano grabs Tarja by the ears and nails a headbutt! Tarja reels to a groan from the crowd… but she fires back with a bell clap, followed by a headbutt of her own, catching Ayano in the jaw! Ayano sails backwards, hitting the canvas, but she rolls through… and Tarja leaps off for a Halo DDT!) OC: Halo DDT off the top! I knew it’d pay off! (Tarja screams out into the raucous audience as she pulls Ayano up from behind, earning a roar in response. Using Ayano’s shoulders as a base, Tarja leaps up and brings her down with the single-knee lungblower before flipping her over into a Crossface! Ayano cries out in pain, digging her elbows into the mat as she begins crawling to the ropes! Gillie Barnes slams a hand on the apron, yelling for her partner to crawl!) A: The BPA is in, but O.E. Ayano looks determined, and having her tag team partner there is great motivation! OC: Yeah, the tag team partner thing in Bae’s face a little more, you monster! (Ayano brings herself within two feet of the ropes but Tarja arches back as far as she can! Ayano cries out, pulling at Tarja’s hands… before finally tapping on the canvas! Baker calls for the bell and Tarja finally releases as “How Soon is Now?” hits the PA system.) A: She got it! (Tarja rises to her feet, accepting the championship as Baker hands it to her. She clutches it to her chest, grinning to herself, but keeping a cautious eye on the Southside Connection as they make their way up the ramp.) OC: No handshake by the Southside? A: I don’t blame them, personally, after how Tarja’s conducted herself in the past. But that is in the past and now, all the champions have to look toward the future. For the Southside, it’s toward an unknown pair of opponents at SCW2. But for Tarja? It’s the Doctor. OC: Bae is ready, ‘Manda. Guarantee it. A: We’ll see. (We fade away as Tarja raises the title one last time.) WINNER: TARJA <><><> (We return from an ad break to the commentary table where Amanda and Cruise are visible for the second time of the evening.) A: Welcome back! And now I’ve gotten word that we’re gonna take you backstage to Madison Quin who’s standing by with Rex Evans to get his thoughts on the f… (Amanda places a hand on her headset, straining a bit to listen at something. Oscar hears it too, but hides it on his face better.) OC: Actually, apparently something a lot more interesting happened. Go to the back! (We indeed cut to the back before Oscar even has the sentence out of his mouth. We see security scrambling down the hallway, past the camera. The camera initially follows them as they barrel down the corridor… but turns around toward the fallen Rex Evans, who is pulling himself to his feet, a gash clear in the back of his head.) A: What the hell just happened to Rex Evans?! (Madison Quin looks completely stunned as the blood flows from the gash on the back of Rex’s head. He is redfaced-- and lets out a roar of frustration, punching the wall with his free hand, leaving a more-than-fist-sized crater in it to the sadistic delight of a few in the crowd.) MQ: We need medical attention! Please! (Without a word though, Rex walks out of frame. Madison sighs, looking around in concern before walking after Rex Evans as we cut back to commentary.) A: ...wow. OC: Someone just blindsided Rex Evans! Did Madison not see who it was? A: I’m… not entirely sure, to be honest. Rex looked livid. But he might not have been all there. He looked dazed. OC: He needs to go get revenge before he looks stupid! 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| Harrison | Aug 23 2016, 06:52 AM Post #2 |
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(As we return from commercial break, white letters appear over a black screen.) Step Inside...See the devil in I. (The camera cuts to the arena and the riffs of Slipknot kick in as The Professor Doug E. Fresh comes out to the stage, mic in hand as the crowd reacts violently to him.) OC: The Professor is here! A: At SCW One, Doug E. Fresh was again victorious, this time now disallowing Evan Envi to ever receive a future Global Championship match. OC: Doug wins again! It's like he was never retired. How many is that this year? A: Since the 2015 Cancun Clash, Doug has lost only once. And he's repeatedly stated that he wants the Global Championship one last time before retirement. OC: I'd just serve it up to him right now! (The music dies down as Doug remains on the stage. The screen above him sort of fades around so that its his silhouette speaking out to the crowd despite being clearly on the stage.) Doug: Another 'never before seen' Doug E. Fresh match. Another win. Another day in the life. This goes on and on and on. What you always must remember is that I deliver on what I say. The problem is that I am the only one who delivers. The time for that now must change. (This earns a mixed reaction from the audience, but Doug goes on.) Doug: SCW management has continuously ignored my request for a Global Championship match. Now before this starts sounding like the opponent I just felled, I have instead decided to give this company a personal bargain. This is the opportunity that you all have been waiting for so listen up. A: Is he making demands? OC: Of course! It’s DOUG! Now ssshhh! (The professor points up at the screen and shows a logo of SCW3: The End of the World, emanating from Los Angeles, California on September 30th featuring a face to face of Doug E. Fresh and Rex Evans. The crowd cheers loudly!) Doug: Rex Evans has been seething about wanting to tear me apart, even dating back to the CWC days. And yet, cowardly he turned the other cheek to me when the richest prize was available ONLY TO LOSE IT to a lesser individual. NONETHELESS, I will give myself to you Rex. I will face you. Here are my conditions: 1) The match takes place at SCW Three as you can see on September 30. 2) We have a contract signing at SCW2 which seals my conditions. 3) Should I and when I defeat Rex Evans, then in October, for my ABSOLUTE FINAL MATCH, I headline Legacy for the Global Championship. (The audience roars in a mixed reaction at the conditions.) A: Is he serious?! OC: Why wouldn’t he be, Amanda?! Again, SSSHHH! Doug: If SCW does not budge on these conditions, then I shall retire elsewhere. Here is your bargain my friends. What will you do with it? (Doug drops the mic on the stage and walks away as his music plays.) A: What a bombshell! Doug actually laying a challenge to Rex albeit under his conditions. OC: This company needs to do what's right and give Doug what he wants! <><><> Main Event Brytain Rollins (c) & "The Oncoming Storm" Erin Gordon vs Sandy Makel & Dexter Jacobs (We return from the commercial break, panning in on the ring.) GC: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall… and it is our MAAAAAAAAIN EVENT! (The audience comes to their feet at the annuncement.) ”ARE YOU READY TO ROLL?” OC: Here we go! A: Here comes the number one contender. (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.) GC: Introducing first, hailing from Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-six pounds… SAAAANDY MAKEL! (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.) GC: And his partner... The lights drop and pulse in rhythm as the introduction to "A History Of Bad Men" by The Melvins rolls through the arena, drawing a raucous amount of boos from the crowd. The intro rolls on for a few moments before the heavy guitars of the verse rip through the loudspeakers and Dexter Jacobs steps onto the ramp. He pauses, cracking his neck slightly, adjusting the tape on his hands a final time.) GC: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds… DEXTER JAAAAAACOBS! (He gives the crowd a glance, sneers and pounds a hand on his chest a few times before making his way down to the ring, entirely focused on the task ahead, giving the crowd no recognition as he makes his way around ringside. He steps up onto the apron, making his way to the middle of the ropes before looking back out at the crowd again, glaring at the crowd and shutting down anyone who happens to be heckling nearby with a few choice words. He then steps through the ropes, making his way toward the middle, where he pauses to throw a single fist in the air with his head bowed, drawing even more boos as he soaks in the reaction a moment, sneering at the official and ring announcer before he makes his way to the corner, pacing back and forth like a caged animal once there.) A: I still don’t understand the decision to include this monster in this all-important main event tag team match. OC: Ratings! And he DESERVES it, Court! A: I’m Amanda. (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: And their opponents! Introducing first, hailing from Blooming Valley, Pennsylvania, she is “The Oncoming Storm” ERIIINNN GOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRDONNN! 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.... (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 bell to ring.) A: And the Heritage Title’s number one contender looks completely amped, Oscar. Look at her eyes. OC: She lucked into the final Wildcard main event. She should look amped! GC: And her partner... (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. 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. The camera pans around to catch a long, hard look at the SCW Global Championship arouund her waist. ) A: This place just lit up for the champ! OC: Sheep. A: Sandy Makel has yet to take his eyes off of her! GC: Hailing from Los Angeles, California, she is your SCW Global Champion, BRYTTAAAIIIN ROLLLIIINNNS! 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, unbuckling the SCW Global Title to hoist it high above her head to a pop.) Keep your head down until I tell you to speak... (The music fades and Rollins hands the championship belt to the referee. Out of nowhere, Sandy Makel launches himself across the ring and drives a knee into the side of Rollins’ head, sending her out of the ring!) A: Hey, now… OC: Hahaha, perfect! (Sandy goes to do the same to the surprised Gordon, but she side-steps, sending him into the ropes! Sandy turns, giving Gordon a wink. Amber Lance calls for the bell and Sandy grins down at Rollins, who climbs back up to the apron, holding her temple. Erin goes for a low single-leg takedown, but Sandy stays on top of her with a mount for a moment, but Erin rolls through and up to her feet. Sandy rises upright as well, and he’s lit up with a series of European Uppercuts!) A: The tables turned quickly! OC: The smirk on Dexter’s face just disappeared too. Sandy’s getting backed into the wrong corner! (Sandy gets backed into the opposition’s corner and Erin begins stomping away at his midsection! Amber Lance begins a five count! ”ONE!” “TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Erin tags in Brytain Rollins to a roar from the crowd! Rollins slingshots into the ring, driving double-knees into Sandy’s jaw before rolling through, to her feet… and charging the corner again, nailing running double knees to the head!) OC: This isnt fair! (Rollins yanks him out of the corner by his leg and drops down, into the cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THR--!) A: A kickout, and how demoralizing would it be for Sandy Makel to lose to his opponent this quickly, just weeks before his rematch? OC: I don’t think he wants to lose on the final edition of Wildcard at all. (Makel fights his way to his feet, battling Rollins forearm-for-forearm, before finally getting the better of the SCW Global Champion! Rollins hits the mat and both competitors reach their feet simultaneously! Rollins hits a Dropkick and Makel goes down-- but rolls through and turns, smashing into Rollins with a Lariat! Rollins corkscrews through the air to a groan from the audience and Makel slides into a cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . TH--!) A: And now it’s Rollins fighting to stay alive in the opening! OC: Haha, what a sick Lariat by Makel though, right? (Makel forces Rollins up and smashes his forearm into her back several times. He turns her around, positioning her for the Dragon Suplex to a mixed reaction-- but Rollins counters with a loose Snapmare! Makel rises up and hits a back elbow, stunning the champion! He shoots the ropes, rebounding for another Lariat… but Rollins counters with a Step-Up Enzuigiri! The shot echoes through the arena like a gunshot and the Luxor roars in approval! Makel sways, turning around, before being planted with a Swinging DDT! He flips onto his back and Rollins rolls to her corner, tagging the outstretched hand of “The Oncoming Storm” Erin Gordon!) A: And now the number one contender to the Heritage Championship enters the ring! (Gordon races to the center of the ring, waiting for Makel to rise upright. She leaps up onto the top rope and nails a stiff Springboard Clothesline! Makel clutches his sternum as he hits the ground, but rolls onto his stomach to avoid the cover as Gordon attempts to slide into a pin attempt!) OC: Smart, smart veteran move there by Makel. Can’t get pinned if you aren’t on your back! (Gordon mounts Makel’s back and delivers sharp elbows to the back of the head! Makel tries to cover up, but Gordon switches to crossface forearm shots! Makel crawls until he grabs the bottom rope, forcing Amber Lance to count Gordon, threatening the disqualification! ”ONE!”) OC: Look at this! (Gordon pulls Makel’s head back against the bottom rope as Makel tries to crawl out to the apron! ”TWO!” “THREE!” “FOUR!” Gordon relents and Makel crawls out to the apron, catching his breath. Gordon sits in the center of the ring for just a moment, shooting a cautionary look over her shoulder at Dexter Jacobs, who glowers at her from the apron.) OC: Sandy isn’t designed to take this kind of abuse, Amanda! A: What kind of abuse is he designed to take…? (Gordon shoots the far side of the ring and rebounds, sprinting right at the rising Makel-- and nailing a solid fist to the jaw! Makel goes limp and falls from the apron to the ground!) OC: MY GOD! A: A solid right hand there by Erin Gordon! OC: That could win her the Heritage Title! A: That could win her this match if she can get Sandy back in the r--! (Gordon walks toward the ropes to go after Makel, but she’s dropped with a Discus Lariat from behind! The shot from Dexter Jacobs sends her face-first to the canvas behind Referee Amber Lance’s back! OC: And Hell Followed With Him! A: What a cheap shot from behind. And now Jacobs is going for more and our referee is busy checking on Makel, who might be busted open from that right hand. (Jacobs leans down and nails a Deadlift German Suplex to a groan from the crowd, finally garnering the ref’s attention-- and simultaneously, Rollins walks the top rope like a tightope, sailing off for a 720 DDT! Jacob is spiked into the canvas to a roar from the audience! He rolls out of the ring, clutching at his head while Amber Lance scolds Rollins for being in the ring! She whips her head toward the rising Sandy Makel and charges at the ropes, leaping onto the top-- and diving out toward Makel for a Springboard Corkscrew Senton… ...but Makel dives out of harm’s way, throwing himself to the floor! Rollins crashes and burns, bouncing off the ground to a deep groan from the Luxor!) OC: She’s dead. Our Global Champion just died. A: Sandy Makel just threw himself out of harm’s way, but Brytain Rollins-- wow. Amber Lance is, rightfully, checking on her. (It’s unclear whether Rollins is responding as the ref kneels down beside her, but Makel slowly crawls to his feet and rolls into the ring, rising to his feet as Erin Gordon does. He races past her and leaps onto the ropes, nailing a misdirection Cross Body, taking her to the mat! He hooks both legs and screams for the referee’s attention! Amber finally slides into the ring, making the cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . Kickout! Sandy slams a fist into the mat in frustration and rips Erin to her feet by the hair, only to throw her to the mat again! Erin rolls across the canvas, up to her knees and Makel rushes forward, sliding into a reverse STO to the kneeling Gordon! The audience responds with a mixed reaction and Makel rolls her over onto her back, hooking the far leg! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-!) A: And a kickout, barely! Can’t blame the ref for being out of position there. (Sandy rises to his feet, taking a breath, but his eyes travel toward his corner as Dexter Jacobs calmly takes his spot on the apron again. It’s evident now that the closed fist from earlier has caught Makel’s nose, and blood flows from one nostril. Makel walks toward his partner and the two slap hands, trading spots to an even louder chorus of boos.) OC: I can’t believe they’re letting him so close to the Global Champion and the Heritage Title number one contender! The monster! (Jacobs stalks Erin Gordon as she climbs to her feet… and locks in the Crossface Chickenwing! Gordon cries out and manages to grab the top rope-- but Jacobs turns her around and launches her into the corner with an overhead suplex! Gordon cries out, grunting through clenched teeth, clutching her ribs. She rolls under the ropes and Jacobs extends his arm out to the audience, taking in the chorus of boos.) ”DEXTER SUCKS!” ”DEXTER SUCKS!” ”DEXTER SUCKS!” (He turns and drags Erin out from beneath the ropes, pulling her up by the back of her shirt-- but Erin grapevines the leg and pulls Jacobs into a Small Package! Amber Lance drops down into the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-!) OC: Was that three?! A: Jacobs kicked out at two! A long two for Erin Gordon! (Gordon pushes herself up, but Jacobs beats her to his feet! He catches her in a gutwrench and hoists her up for a deadlift Gutwrench Suplex, but Gordon shifts her weight in midair to land on top of Jacobs and bridge back, hooking both legs for a modified rana-style pin to the delight of the Luxor! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-!) A: And again! (Both competitors crawl away from each other. Jacob crawls toward a neutral corner and Erin crawls toward her team corner! Brytain Rollins crawls up the steel steps, but isn’t quite at the tag rope yet. Dexter stirs behind Erin. Gordon has no choice but to rise up and charge Jacobs, catching him with a running back elbow! Spit flies from his mouth and he staggers back into the corner, where Gordon nails a Bionic Elbow! Dexter drops down to a knee and Erin shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring again! Rollins subtly tags herself in, finally reaching the apron, and Gordon rebounds for another back elbow to Jacobs-- but she’s caught with a Back Suplex that sends her careening into the turnbuckles! Gordon cries out and rolls out of the ring… and Jacobs turns around into a Bicycle Kick from Rollins!) A: A direct hit! (Jacobs is thrown into the ropes and bounces off, hitting the ground. Makel rushes Rollins as she leans against the ropes, but she knocks him off the apron with a rope-assisted Enzuigiri!) OC: And another cheap shot by our Global Champion! A: Cut that out. OC: When she does, I will! (Rollins goes out to the apron, waiting for Jacobs to climb to his feet. Makel rises upright and grabs Rollins’ left ankle from behind!) ”BOOOOOOOOOOO!” (Rollins delivers a sharp kick to the jaw of Makel to a roar from the crowd, knocking him to the mat! She quickly leaps onto the top rope and dives into the ring, nailing a Springboard Snap Rana, rolling Dexter Jacobs up into a secure pin while the audience counts along! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRE-! At the last possible second, Sandy Makel dives into the ring and shoves Rollins off of his partner! ”BOOOOOOOOOOO!” (Rollins rolls all the way to her corner from the shove, rising up to allow Erin Gordon to tag herself in. Gordon drops down to the outside and races around the ring, sprinting right at the unsuspecting Makel as he steps out onto the apron. Gordon leaps up onto the apron and clobbers Makel with a Lariat, sending him back-first to the apron, then down to the floor!) OC: How is that fair?! (Gordon goes for a Springboard Lariat as Jacobs reaches his feet, but Jacobs nails a stiff boot to the jaw, knocking Gordon out of mid-air! The audience groans at the move and Jacobs falls into a cover! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THRRRRE-! Brytain Rollins dives into the ring with a Flying Leg Drop, catching Jacob in the back of the head! Jacobs rolls off of Gordon, clutching his skull as Rollins rolls back out to the corner!) OC: How dirty can you get?! A: Returning the favor, but now Jacobs is getting up! Gordon’s matching pace though… (Gordon and Jacobs both rise to their feet, groggily. Gordon pivots and nails a backfist out of nowhere, taking Jacobs off of his feet! Jacobs stumbles to his corner, but Gordon rushes him, using Jacobs as a launching pad to leap up and nail a flying back elbow to Makel, knocking him off of his corner! Gordon turns around and rushes Jacobs-- caught with an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!) OC: Haha, turned inside-out! A: But the momentum…! (Erin rolls through the Suplex, into her corner, tagging in Brytain Rollins to a roar from the audience before collapsing to the mat! Rollins leaps into the ring over the top rope, planting her feet before charging at Jacobs at full-speed and nailing a running knee to the jaw! Jacobs hits the mat and Rollins rolls out to the apron! She rushes to the turnbuckles as Sandy Makel stirs at ringside!) OC: Sandy, get up! Dexter! One of you! (Rollins reaches her feet on the top-- and leaps off for a high-angle Senton Bomb! She crashes across the chest of Jacobs and leans back for a cover!) A: THRILLKILLER! OC: COME ON! (Amber Lance makes the count! ONE . . . . TWO . . . . THREE! Sandy dives into the ring and shoves Brytain off, but is a second too late! He buries his face in his arms as the bell sounds!) OC: Ahhh, what a finish! A: A finish? What a match. (Erin rolls into the ring, gingerly pulling herself up and assisting Rollins as well, handing her the SCW Global Championship.) GC: Here are your winners, Erin Gordon and Brytttaaiiinnn ROLLLIIINNNS! WINNERS: ERIN GORDON AND BRYTAIN ROLLINS (Dexter Jacobs rolls out to the floor, grumbling as the competitors celebrate their victory, having their arms raised by Amber Lance inside the ring.) OC: We just got a hell of a preview for SCW2. If Brytain Rollins is coming with that kind of intensity and that kind of stubbornness, Sandy’s got his work cut out him. A: And the same can be said about West McFadden. You know he was watching his opponent shine in this last-ever Wildcard main event, making note of every move. OC: Pft, yeah. The final straight-up Heritage Title match goes down at SCW2. And these guys aren’t sleeping on it. (Sandy backs up the ramp, a cold gaze locked on Brytain Rollins as she hoists the Global Championship high above her head for one last roar from the crowd, while Erin Gordon mounts the turnbuckles, looking out among the roaring masses in the background.) <><><> OC: Amanda, we had a hell of a run. A: That we did. OC: I still miss Courtney. But if this was my last broadcast of SCW Wildcard then, it’s not completely nauseating that it was with you, I suppose. A: Ah. Well, thank you, Oscar, I’ll take that. Anyway, join us in two weeks at SCW2 where every single championship will be on the line. We also just got word that we’ll see two new talent in action at the event, showcasing their abilities to the world while all eyes are on Sin City. All that and more, and though the doors may be closing, we’re still here with you, and we’re still very much alive. For Oscar Cruise, I’m Amanda, and we’ll see you live here in the Luxor at SCW2. |
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