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The sign saying, "Welcome to Sin City!" flashes on the screen. It's imposed over the opening shot of the crowd, and quickly fades. The pyro is just finishing in the back, and we hear the voices of our three commentators. Phil, Will, and Alex.
(Various shots of fans, very enthusiastic.)
Phil: Fans, WELCOME to another edition of SCCW! A VERY RARE edition; Torrential Tuesday!! We've got a TON of action coming your way!
Will: That's right! In action tonight, Zamza! Kid Crimson, of all people, will be getting a shot at the SCCW championship, currently in the hands of "Snake Eyes" Steve Sullivan!
Phil: That's right! In addition, Zamza and "Sick and Twisted" Zack Sharp debuting! We saw Zamza last week, in an unsuccessful bid to try to help Prisoners of War gain the NWC World Tag Team Championship!
Will: Zack's up first tonight, actually.
Phil: In addition, a special interview with Sengir! That should be interesting to hear from him after so long!
Will: Very. Rob Payne gets a chance for revenge as he takes on 'Superfly" Jimmy Steele!! Falls count anywhere, in this one!
Alex: I'm curious if the commissioner, POTS, is gonna show up tonight.
Will: I don't know he did take quite a beating at our last event, Snake Eyes!
Phil: And a special update on former SCCW champion Stan Grubb coming up soon, but for now, let's get down to the first match!!
[The shot cuts to the ring where the ring announcer stands along with both Instigators.]
Ring Announcer: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first already in the ring. . . Instigator #1!
[Suddenly Metallica's "Small Hours" kicks in over the P.A. system as the SCCW fans really don't know what to say.]
Ring Announcer: And his opponent. . . hailing from San Jose, California. . . he weighed in at two hundred - twenty three pounds and stands at a height of six feet - zero inches tall. . . here is "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp!
[Sharp steps out from the curtain, sweat already covering his chiseled body as his piercing blue eyes stare into the ring. He wears a pair of black kick boxing pants with "ZS" written at the bottoms of each legs along with a pair of black boots underneath the legs. He has short black hair and a goatee and he looks just plain old mean.]
Alex: Who the hell is this whacko?
Phil: This is Zack Sharp. Any info on him Will.
Will: Yes, fill he is one of the most suicidal wrestlers on the planet earth. He is known for his infamous Sin City Suicide Press which is a spectacular sight to see.
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Phil: Here we go. . . Instigator #1 charges at Mr. Sharp and delivers several shots to the fore-head of the "Sick & Twisted" one. Sharp is backed into the corner, but he's smiling for the love of God, he's smiling as Instigator beats on his face.
Alex: This guy is a couple tomatoes short of a full salad.
Will: What?!?
Phil: Sharp finally responds with some offense, delivering a kick to the gut of Instigator #1, hooking him in a front facelock now and oh Lord, Fisherman's buster suplex. That could be it right now.
Will: You got that right, I've seen tougher men than Instigator #1 sent to the hospital with that move.
Phil: Sharp now pulls Instigator one to his feet and a belly to belly suplex sends Instigator #1 flying over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Instigator #1 is down.
Will: Instigator #2 trying to help his good buddy. Instigator #2 and uh-oh Sharp is going to the top rope, this man has no bounds.
Alex: He'll have some bounds if somebody kicks him in the nads.
Phil: Sharp leaps and _holy_ Jesus! Shooting Star Bodypress to the outside takes both the Instigators down.
Alex: Sharp seems to have forgotten who he's wrestling as he's throwing both Instigators into the ring now.
Will: Uh-oh, Sharp has Instigator #2 on his feet, he applies a front facelock, and _ouch_ twisting brainbuster, that he calls the Sharp-plex.
Alex: I'd hate to be the Instigators in the morning.
Phil: Sharp has Instigator #1 up to his feet and oh my lord, he delivers the Sharp-Bomb right on the chest of Instigator #2, both of these men are out of it. This man is an animal.
Will: You got that right.
Alex: He's just made himself a pile of Instigators.
Phil: Sharp's going to the top rope and he leaps high in the air and comes down with the. . .
Will: . . . Sin City Suicide Press! On both of the Instigators! This is ridiculous. Did you see the height he got on that?
Phil: Both Instigators are seriously injured as Sharp covers:
1. . .
2. . .
3!!!
[Ding! Ding! Ding!]
Ring Announcer: The winner of this match by pinfall. . . "Sick & Twisted" Zack Sharp!
["Small Hours" kicks in over the P.A. system as Sharp goes to the outside to get a chair.]
Will: Uh-oh, I heard about this, Sharp can fight a pretty clean match, but when it comes to the end, he likes to get violent in a post-match celebration, these celebrations almost got him exiled from Japan.
Phil: Sharp now with the chair, he stands both Instigators up in separate corners and oh my god vicious chair shot to the fore-head of Instigator #1, he's busted open. Instigator #2 now receives the same fate.
Alex: I like this guy.
Phil: Sharp now dropping the chair. He's now delivering vicious kicks to the already damaged ribs of Instigator #1, this could do permanent damage look at the bruises on the Instigator #1. Uh-no, he does the same to Instigator #2.
Alex: I think I heard a crack.
Phil: Sharp finally leaving through the crowd as now here comes the paramedics. This man is out of control.
Will: Carnage in the ring! Sharp is definitely gonna fit in POTS version of SCCW, which is even more twisted than ever! But right now, an update on a former SCCW champion who's had some problems as of late!
Phil: When last we saw this man, The Heartbreaker Stan Grubb, he was on his way back to Sin City. Speculation was that he was coming back to talk to J.C. Novastar, his friend and fellow GSA companion. Well, many of you recall him speaking to us live from his car on the fateful night where things took a turn for the worse. Apparently, as we've been hearing from the Charlotte News-Observer, Stan Grubb was treated by a local hospital, admitted, and later released two days after the accident in which a drunk driver caused a massive 5 car collision.
Alex: That's right Phil, and we were attempting day and night to contact Mr. Grubb, or anyone around him that might have an update on his condition.
Phil: And contact him we did. Just last night, as a matter of fact. Stan has informed us that due to extreme damage to his right knee and lower back, he has been forced to retire from the sport of professional wrestling. We go now live, to the Grubb Estate inside Charlotte, North Carolina for the official announcement.
(Cut from the arena to a camera on location in Charlotte. We're inside the Grubb home as the news room is full of reporters and photographers. Stan, who wears a black suit and tie, has se up a table and podium for which his family will sit and he will stand behind for his fateful announcement.)
Stan: (Steps up to the podium and begins.) If you'll all take a seat, I'll go ahead and start this off. *coughs to clear his throat* Okay. Ladies, gentlemen, fans, friends, family members, and members of the press. For about 3 weeks now, there has been a lot of speculation concerning my career. Many of you have reported that I had either quit because of political reasons with SCCW, or because of personal reasons due to family. Well, now you both get an opportunity to hear the whole story. During the time where I had been approached by SCCW to enter the Battle Royal for the then vacant SCCW Heavyweight Title, I had been also dealing with a couple problems here at home. My mother, whom many of you saw backstage that night, had been stricken with a back injury that left her unable to do so much, she was forced to enter the hospital the day before my big chance.
Stan: Luckily, through the wonders of modern science, she has been operated on and is recovering very well. For me, this was a thing where I had to endure a lot of personal stress to help out, and to provide. Being who I am, was never as hard as it was then. Between traveling from place to place, and the pressures of being here with the family, I was exhausted. The night in which I was lucky enough to become, SCCW Heavyweight Champion, my mother was in recovery and I thought I was finally able to get back to work. In the time between the day after my win, and the day I left SCCW, my mother had multiple setbacks in which I had to not be available for SCCW action. This would cause me to end up, leaving SCCW indefinitely.
Stan: Then, when I watched JC Novastar on television, I saw what I needed to do. In an attempt to get back to Sin City, I was approached by a Channel 5 news crew and asked if they could ride along in a special Meet Your Locals segment for Charlotte TV. I allowed his cameraman to come along. Upon starting the trip, we engaged in a conversation and then ran into some traffic on the highway. The driver ahead of me was drunk. And because he was negligent, my lower back, my right knee, and the life of that camera man was put in extreme danger. Luckily, the cameraman did survive and got the best damn lawyer in North Carolina, and he now owns most of the outer region businesses of Greensboro. Me, well, I was not so lucky. My right knee was damaged to the point where any further extreme impact would destroy it. My lower back was damaged to the point where I had to be put in a brace for 2 weeks.
Stan: Unfortunately, my doctors, my family, and my own pride, has had to admit the obvious. I am no longer able to compete inside the wrestling ring. So, I Stan Grubb, on the 6th day of April, 1999, announce my retirement from the sport of professional wrestling. I am sorry, but that's all I have to say, and if you will, please refrain from any questions, until tomorrow evening when I will be available at the normal time and place. Thanks and goodnight.
(Cut back to the arena.)
Phil: Truly a sad day for a man who showed us all what charisma and energy is all about.
Alex: It's a sad thing to see when a man must admit to himself he's done. We at SCCW wish him well, and hope that one day he can come here in some capacity, to enlighten the fans and to entertain them as well.
(Cut to commercial.)
(We cut back from the commercial to the surprising site of Rob Payne whipping Kid Crimson with a belt! He continues to pound the helpless Crimson as officials try to pull him off!)
Will: REAL guts shown by the former SCCW champion, needing a weapon to beat up poor Kid Crimson, and from behind at that!! After that sombering interview from Stan Grubb, we cut back to this jerk!
Phil: But HERE COMES JIMMY STEELE!!! Steele NAILS Payne, who's Don Vacarro-less for some reason, from behind, DROPPING HIM with a forearm shot to the back of the head!! Steele keeps the pressure on, RAMMING Payne HEAD FIRST into the wall!! What a GREAT MOVE THAT WAS!! Steele presses the advantage, picking up a damn SHOVEL and RAMMING IT across the head of Mr. Payne!! Payne down and down hard!!
Alex: NOOO!!! This is NOT RIGHT!!! If Vacarro was here this NEVER woulda happened!!
Will: Well he's not!!
Phil: Steele picks a totally dazed Rob Payne up, hooks him in a half nelson, then YANKS BACK, pulling Payne over into a modified belly to back suplex!!
Alex: DAMMIT!!
Will: NO Vacarro to save him either! Where the hell has Vacarro BEEN anyway?!
Phil: NO idea! Payne fires back with a series of rights and lefts, but Steele STOPS THAT SHORT with a short line lariat!! Kid Crimson watching on, encouraging Steele! Steele picks him up and DRIVES HIM into the wooden floor again!!
Will: So far Steele is being totally BRUTAL! He's scored one win over Rob Payne, can he make it two?!
Phil: Steele takes a mop, and DRIVES IT across the back of the former SCCW champion!! Steele being totally brutal here!
Will: Steele picks him up and AGAIN into the wall! Payne's face quickly becoming a crimson MESS!
Alex: What the HELL is Steele doing here?!
Will: He's totally destroying Payne!!
Alex: This is WRONG!!
Will: This is a no dq falls count anywhere match!
Alex: That POTS FORCED Payne into! He'd PAID Vacarro for this time off, dammit!
Will: Well, Vacarro isn't in control now.
Phil: Steele has him set up. . . Pump handle into a modified fallaway slam!! Panye FLIES though the air and crashes into a table!!
Will: Not just any table, that WAS refreshments! Hot pot of coffee, doughnuts, juice!
Phil: And it all comes crashing down on Payne as he falls off the table!!
Alex: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! This is totally insane!!
Will: It certainly IS! But a man in glasses just hit Kid Crimson from behind!! He DROPS Crimson with a womanly SLAP!! That's OBVIOUSLY gotta be Armageddon!!
Alex: So?
Phil: Armageddon, or WHOEVER that is, just NAILS Steele from behind!! Steele turns around, not feeling anything, and KICKS HIM in the midsection! He YANKS the glasses off! What a minute. . .
Will: That's NOT Armageddon. . .
Alex: It's. . .
Phil/Will: It's DONALD VACARRO!!
Phil (Embarrassed): It was, um, impossible to tell who it was with those glasses on.
Will: Yeah. They were, uh, thick glasses.
Phil: Steele NAILS Vacarro with a forearm shot, LEVELING HIM!! Vacarro is DOWN!! And Rob Payne is taking the high road!! He's already down the hall, and SCOOTS out the door!! Referee Bobby Dynamite steps in, raising the hand of "Superfly" Jimmy Steele!! He's sending word to the ring announcer, we should know what's going on any minute!
Will: Whatever it is, it looks like Steele won this thing!!
Phil: He's turning his attention to Vacarro now!!
Alex: Don't you mean Armageddon? (Laughs mockingly)
Will: Um, SHUT UP!!
Phil: (Ignoring the two) Steele NAILS Arm, er Vacarro!! The fans watching on the Gigantatron are going NUTSO!!
(We cut briefly to a camera shot of the fans, who are watching on the Gignatatron and cheering really really loud, then back to the live action!)
Will: Steele really going to work on Vacarro! But here comes a number of armed security!! They swarm all over Steele, as Vacarro tries to regian his composure!!
Alex: Stupid move messing with a man with that much influence, Steele!
Phil: As all this goes on in the back, we're all set to see a triple threat tag match to determine the SCCW tag champs, I have been waiting for this one all night! Predictions?
Alex: No question, Danse Macabre. . . they are going to tear everyone apart tonight; they can't be stopped.
Will: I am going to go with the champs tonight Phil, the Army has been THE tag team in SCCW for ahwile. Tonight should be no different.
[A slight beat for "Year Of Tha Boomerang" by Rage Against The Machine kicks in. It's light and a few mumbles rumble over the P.A and then start to become more clearer and clearer.]
Voice: This is a rebellious takeover, if you move you will be hurt. Badly.
Alex: I moved. . . teehee
Phil: Shutup
[Once again another voice blasts over this time harder and more serious.]
Voice: You have saved us. But in return we must beat you senseless.
[The two voices mumbling getting lower and lower and eventually turn blank and a complete rumble is heard. "Year Of Tha Boomerang" by Rage Against The Machine blares over the P.A. Two giant figures walk out to a celebration of hollering and crazy fans. Obviously they're nuts about these two men. No, it couldn't be. Yes, it is. It's Steel & Platinum.]
[The two walk down the aisle slowly and stop in the middle of the ramp. Machine and Rage both raise there hands and then let them drop down slowly. A deafening clap of thunder is heard. Pyrotechnics explode around the entrance way and swirl in weird circular motions.]
[Rage & Machine stand in place for a second for the fans to get a good look at them. Rage stands tall at his 6'9, 301 pound perfectly toned muscular body. Covering his legs are a pair of red & black camouflage pants, and on his feet holding him up are his black steel tipped boots, and a pair of dog tags gleam around his neck.]
[Machine stands proud. Machine looking like a crazed psycho because of the heavily muscled body of his. He moves his neck back and forth trying to crack it, but no luck. Covering his long legs are orange & black camouflage pants, on his feet are his trusty black leather steel tipped boots, and his dog tags are somewhat of a difference now. They seem to have another one attached to it. Maybe he accomplished something. Who knows, but the "Professional Ass Kicker" logo on his ribcage seems to be pretty frightening.]
[Rage and Machine slowly walk to the ring. They wait, standing menacingly in their corner]
Phil: Now we are waiting for. . . oh wait, I am just getting word that Danse Macabre will NOT be showing up tonight. They are no showing an SCCW tag team shot!
Will: So much for your prediction eh Alex?
Alex: Stuff it funboy!
["What if God was one of us" begins to play, the smooth alto voice of Joan Osborne sings as the Army of Light, The Exorcist and Zeus emerge from the back wearing their tag team belts; the crowd pops hard]
Alex: These guys have the worst theme music ever, why not just have Yanni and get it over with.
Phil: Do you have to make fun of everything?
Alex: Do I have to slap you?
Will: Don't let him talk to you like. . . OW!! Why'd you slap me?
Alex: Cause you're my bitch, now shutup.
[The champions slowly make their way to the ring and climb in. Immediately Rage and Machine attack]
Phil: Oh the action is fast and furious here!! Machine pounding on Zeus, Rage on the Exorcist! Rage lariats Exorcist out of the ring!
Alex: This is how it should be!
Will: Who are the legal men?
Phil: Well, Zeus and Machine are in the ring. . . I'll guess they are.
[Ding ding ding]
Phil: Well, the bell means we have officially begun; it means that the two in the ring are legal. Look at Machine just charge, he is a relentless brawler!
Will: It is all about power with Rage and Machine, though they are VERY quick for their size.
Phil: Machine pounding Zeus, Irish whip big boot! He pulls Zeus up by his hair. . .
Alex: His GREY hair
Phil: Yeah, anyway, knife edged chop! He kicks Zeus in the gut and drops him with a DDT. Machine drops a knee onto Zeus' forehead, Machine looms over his opponent. . .
Will: Oooo!
Phil: Zeus rolls Machine up!
1. . . ..
2. . . ..
KICKOUT!!!
Will: Machine was REALLY taken by surprise there!
Alex: Don't yell in my ear you tool, it was a rollup. . . we see them all the time.
Phil: Machine charges. . . HIPTOSS! Quickly to his feet again! ANOTHER hiptoss! Machine hops up again and is met by a monster dropkick from Zeus! Zeus times his charge and hits Machine with a short arm clothesline as the big man is standing. Zeus tags Exorcist. . .
Will: A great aerial and mat wrestler in Exorcist, he is the. . .
Alex: Quick one, yes we know. Aren't you supposed to know in depth things? Not just the obvious?
Will: I. . .
Phil: Zeus with an Irish whip, Exorcist with a spin wheel kick! Zeus catches the stumbling big man and gives him a nice reverse suplex. Machine in a little trouble. Exorcist with a running leg drop as Zeus takes his spot in the corner. Ex with Machine by the hair, bashing his face into the mat. AOL in control here.
Will: They are a great technical team that works well. . .
Alex: Together, yes. . . I had gathered that by them being the champions.
Will: Oh I'm sorry my wrestling knowledge doesn't equal yours Mr. Danse Macabre will win.
Alex: I. . .
Phil: Exorcist up as Machine also stands, face bleeding after the mat burn he was just given. Machine charges!!! Drop toe hold by Exorcist! He immediately has the ankle lock submission on Machine who is screaming in pain! Machine is in the middle of the ring, he is going to have to. . .
[Rage runs into the ring and gives Exorcist a double axe handle, thus breaking the hold]
Will: Rage with the save, this match could have been over.
Alex: That is part of tag wrestling, don't you know that.
Will: Of course I. . . OW!! Don't slap me again.
Phil: The ref forces Rage back to his corner, Exorcist with a standing side kick to the hobbling Machine. He tags Zeus, they charge. . . DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!! Machine in serious trouble.
Will: AOL is just working better as a team, quick tags, better team work.
Alex: With a REALLY lame entrance song
Phil: Zeus stomps Machine's bad ankle, and executes a hard Russian legsweep.
Cover!
1. . . . . . . . . .
2. . . . . . . . . .
KICKOUT!!!
Machine still has a little bit more.
Alex: Well, it was only a Russian legsweep.
Phil: Undaunted, Zeus goes back to work. He throws some rights and lefts, and hits a German suplex! He quickly pulls Machine to his feet, GORILLA PRESS SLAM! WOW!!!
Will: Machine is over three hundred pounds! What an act of strength!!
Phil: Zeus raises his arms for the crowd as Machine lays down impotently, Zeus pulls him up and has him set for the Cloud-9, UP. . . Machine fighting! Punching Zeus all the way up. . . MACHINE HAS IT REVERSED!! FACEBUSTER!!
Alex: Machine is too big to do that, that isn't fair.
Phil: Both men laying on the mat, as the ref gives the count.
1. . . . . . .
2. . . . . . .
3. . . . . . .
4. . . . . . .
Zeus is stirring, Machine still laying flat on the mat.
5. . . . . . .
6. . . . . . .
Machine starting to crawl towards his corner, Zeus' face is busted up
from that devastating move.
7. . . . . . . . .
Zeus to his feet. . . he is reaching for Exorcist! He makes the tag!
Will: Look out though, Machine is up too.
Phil: Exorcist charges! He knocks Machine down with a running double axe handle!
Alex: He made the tag! Rage is the legal man!
Will: I don't think Exorcist know!
Phil: Rage hops the ropes and has Exorcist from behind. . . REVERSE DDT! Exorcist rolling on the mat in agony as Machine crawls outside the ring. Rage off the second rope with a moonsault! He rakes Ex's eyes and pulls him up. . . .irish whip, HURRICANRANA! Rage in control here, he stomps Ex's face and picks him up. Yet another Irish whip into S&P's corner, Machine with an elbow to the back of the head makes Ex stumble forward and Rage follows with an axe kick!
Alex: Eh. . . not bad.
Phil: Cover.
1. . . . . . .
2. . . . . . .
KICKOUT!!!
Ex not ready to give up yet! Rage to the turnbuckle waits for Ex to
get to his feet. . . MISSILE DROPKICK!! Another cover. . .
1. . . . . . .
2. . . . . . .
3..NOT QUITE!!!
Will: That's as close as it gets.
Phil: Ex rakes the eyes as Rage pulls him up, Exorcist with a few rights and lefts; Rage shrugs them off. . . Exorcist is in a weakened state. Rage drops to his knees and hits a lowblow! Exorcist stumbles back bent over, Rage with a swinging neckbreaker! He pulls Ex up quickly, Irish whip, tilt a whirl Rage breaker!
Alex: This could be it. . .
Phil: Rage to the top. . . He HITS the Township Rebellion! Cover,
this has got to be it!!
1. . . . . . .
2. . . . . . ..
ZEUS WITH THE SAVE!!
Machine quickly on the attack, he angrily beats Zeus back! Rage back to the top rope, he goes for the Township rebellion again. . . Exorcist MOVES!! What a match!
Will: These two teams are just throwing down!
Alex: Its okay, where is Kid Crimson?
Phil: Exorcist crawls to the corner and makes the tag on Zeus, Zeus catches Rage before he can make the tag on Machine. . . Atomic Drop! Irish whip, back body drop! Zeus drops a knee and goes off the ropes. . . oh look at that.
Will: Machine with a blatant trip, Zeus stumbles and Rage quickly capitalizes with a drop kick! Rage makes the tag and he and Machine toss Zeus off the ropes, double back body drop! Machine goes to work, he lifts Zeus up. . . sidewalk slam! He presses his throat against Zeus' throat until the ref backs him away. Ex slaps Machine in the back of the head, Machine knocks him off the apron.
Alex: That was a mistake.
Phil: I agree, Zeus to his feet and leaps into Machine taking the big man down!! Zeus looking to tag, but Exorcist isn't there! Machine turns and bashes Zeus in the face, he sets him on the turnbuckle. . . ASYLUM SUPLEX!
Will: Exorcist to the apron again, Machine tags Rage. Machine charges the corner into Exorcist as Rage picks Zeus up to his feet, Irish whip Rage catches Zeus and lifts him JUDGMENT DAY DROP!!! RAGE COVERS!!
Alex: We are going to have new champs, just like I predicted!
Phil: Rage covers!
1. . . ..
2. . . ..
Will: Exorcist slides into the ring and leaps for his partner!!!
3!!!!
Phil: WE HAVE NEW CHAMPS!! WHAT AN UPSET!!
Alex: Don't yell in my ears dammit!
Phil: Rage and Machine raise their belts into the sky, standing on the turnbuckles showing the SCCW fans their gold.
Will: Exorcist helps his partner to his feet, and the former champs leave the ring together; dignified in defeat.
Phil: The champs bask a moment in their glory, and leave. . . they have earned it. And this is interesting. . . One half of Danse Macabre is scheduled for an interview!
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena dim. The fans shriek out in anticipation, and many a cigarette lighter flashes in the darkness. Then, flickering blue lightning bolts strike down upon the arena, and "TDS" in golden gothic letters appears in the middle of the aisle. The dark, eerie tunes of Vangelis' "Conquest of Paradise" fill the void to a loud crowd pop, and the curtains part. Out steps a man, around six foot tall and a very athletic built. He is wearing black leather pants with a lightning bolt down his right leg and "TDS" down in blood red on his left, as well as black leather riding boots.
(His upper body is bare, and we can see the tattoo of a black horse engulfed in flames on his right arm and a heart pierced by a dagger on his left. His hair is long and black as the night, and his face is painted white with a red rose painted on his forehead. This is a man who has made himself a legend in Las Vegas when becoming VCW Heavyweight Champion, a man who is renowned around the world due to his great successes in SCRA and ESWP. This man is Sengir.)
Phil: Interesting timing by thc former tag team great, right after the tag team title match he skipped out on!
Alex: Maybe he don't care about tag teams.
Will: I can only wonder if he's going to bring out Chandrasekhar "The Ghost" Yoshida with him soon! The two formed a great tag team at one point.
Phil: I guess we'll see any minute!
(The fans are ecstatic as Sengir slowly marches down the aisle to his music, lightning bolts thundering all the way. He slaps some hands on the way, although he seems focused and determined as he glides into the ring beneath the ropes. Sengir waits for a short while to let the fans calm down, then grabs the house mike, a chuckle on his face)
Sengir: "Did you all see the pathetic excuse for a tag team SCCW put together to challenge for the NWC tag belts? Pathetic, wasn't it?"
(Big, somewhat surprised pop!)
Phil: referring to POTS and Steve Sullivan, who came up short in their NWC tag title opportunities. . .
Sengir: "Now if this is the best Sin City can put together then our new commissioners had better worried about the quality of their tag division because what's running around town right now is utter garbage!"
(Another strong pop!)
Sengir: "You see, back when Yoshida and I were wrestling for the belts three months ago the tag division was as bad as it is know with the exception of us two. Two dumb Japs with no idea what it means to be a samurai and two overweight Frapps pigs, it would only have been a matter of time before we would have flushed the entire tag division down the drain but every time we came close to winning a strap in this lousy rotten cesspole excuse for a wrestling promotion we either got screwed out of the match or were never given the shot we rightfully deserved. Heck, even when Yoshida wrestled Wilde Tanke for the Cruiserweight belt it ended in a screwjob. Well, Yoshida's back in Japan now, holding the PJW Grand Prix Championship since SCCW bigwigs didn't like the idea of a _real_ samurai showing those Flight of Dragons idiots how it's done. So that leaves me. Where to go from here. . . "
(Sengir walks around the ring, then sinks against the ring post in one ring corner)
Sengir: "I took three months off to take care of personal issues and because I couldn't stand the sight of that piece of trash who happened to be our old commissioner. Needless to say, after he lost his biggest talent - me. . . "
(Loud pop!)
Sengir: ". . . he soon later lost his job. Some new guy by the name of POTS or something. . . "
(Another loud pop!!)
Sengir: ". . . took over, and his two brain cells quickly figured out that his promotion was a big nothing without some talent. And because of nostalgic reasons - here in Vegas I won my first heavyweight title - or because I love this place so much - I once again signed up with SCCW!"
(BIG crowd pop! Sengir chuckles and gives a smile as the fans start to chant his name)
Sengir: "But you guys, commissioner POTS, Armageddon, that guy from New York who thinks he's a basketball player, that fat Nigerian bloated pancake and everyone else in SCCW - this ain't gonna be like my first visit here. I got screwed, I got backstabbed, I got ignored - but this is the enda that. Three months ago I was the top contender for both the tag and the cruiserweight titles, and - Mister Commissioner. . . (his voice drips with sarcasm) - you hired me back? You'd better give the fans what they want to see and me what I deserve and give me the title shot I am so long overdue. And everyone who will stand against me will face. . . _THE SETTING SUN_!!"
(_LOUD_ crowd pop!! With that, "Conquest of Paradise" plays once more, and the lights dim again. We fade into commercials.)
Phil: Some very interesting comments from Sengir before the break. Well this next match should be interesting as well. . .
Alex: How does Kid Crimson get a SCCW Heavyweight Title shot? I mean c'mon folks Kid Crimson. The man has never won a match in his entire life.
Phil: What are you talking about Alex? He beat Rob Payne just last week. He has already beaten the former SCCW Heavyweight Champion why can't he beat Sullivan?
Alex: Because last week he was Jimmy Steele. Tonight he is Kid Crimson.
Will: Actually a good point. But I guess this must have something to do with POTS being the SCCW Commissioner. Incidentally did you notice Sengir made not notice of the tag team title match?
Phil: I did notice that, actually. . . interesting.
Alex: Well Kid Crimson is in the ring so lets get ready for the champ!
Ring Announcer: In the ring at this time. He is the challenger to the SCCW Championship here is KID CRIMSON!!!!!
[::The lights begin to flicker as the sound of machine gun fire and bombs exploding go off all around the place. The music fades into the background as "No Shelter" by Rage Against the Machine comes on over the pa system::]
Ring Announcer: And his opponent. He is representing the P o W and he is the SCCW Heavyweight Champion!!! Ladies and Gentleman here he is. . . STEVE "SNAKE EYES" SULLIVAN!!!!!
[::The black curtain is thrown back and the crowd let out a chorus of boos welcoming their SCCW Champion back to the City of Sin. Sullivan has on his normal well not so normal green and brown camo pants and wife beater shirt on. Behind him is Justin Kase dressing in a "I Went To Texas and Escaped With My Head" T-shirt. He also has on a pair of Dockers Pants and he has the SCCW Heavyweight Championship Belt slung over his shoulder::]
Alex: Ladies and Gentleman. . .
Phil: Alex. . . no plugging just yet. Just stay on this show.
Alex: Ok. . .
[::Sullivan and Kase finally reach the ring and Sullivan laughs as he looks across the ring as Kid Crimson. Justin has a mic in his hand as the crowd's boos begin to die down he hands the mic over to Sullivan who taps it a few times and then begins to talk::]
Sullivan: Um. . . Hey Sin City how 're you all doing? Oh that's right I don't care. If I learned one thing from being in Texas it is that nobody in the NWC has any class and for that one reason I am going to put Kid Crimson away as fast as possible. I mean can you people seriously say you would rather see Kid Crimson defending the SCCW Championship then seeing me every week.
[::The crowd screams a big "Hell Yeah" but Sullivan just does not pay attention. Justin is already outside the ring on the ramp waiting to leave he knows this match should be a great battle::]
Sullivan: Now backstage I know Zamza, Wilde and POTS are chomping at the bit to take this jabronie out so if he tries anything like being Jimmy Steele like last week then they are all coming out here and taking you apart limb from limb. That is your warning now ring the damn bell.
Phil: Or like earlier tonight for that matter.
[::Sullivan throws the mic out of the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle::]
[DING! DING! DING!]
Phil: There is the bell and Kid Crimson comes running straight at Sullivan. Sullivan jumps off the ring turnbuckle and Kid Crimson goes slamming into the corner.
Alex: Nice move by the champ!
Phil: But Sullivan is laughing at Kid Crimson and he has his back turn. Look out.. Dropkick to the back by Kid Crimson and Sullivan is down.
Alex: Huh?
Will: Kid Crimson now going to the top turnbuckle and he jumps off..Senton Splash.. he connects!!
Alex: What the! This can't be Kid Crimson. He has a pin!
. . . ..1. . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . 2. . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . . . . . . Kick Out!
Will: Kid Crimson with a two count on the champ. Now Justin Kase is on the ring apron and he just slide that SCCW Championship belt into the ring and now the ref Brian Havok is trying to get Kase off the ring apron.
Alex: Look! Sullivan has the belt and. . . ..
{THWACK}
Phil: GOOD NIGHT!! Sullivan just knocked out Kid Crimson with the SCCW Heavyweight TItle and now he slides the belt out of the ring and Sullivan picks up Crimson by the back of his mask.
Will: Sullivan has Kid Crimson up and. . . .JACKPOT!!!! Goodnight
Crimson. . .
. . . . . . 1. . . . . . . . . ..
. . . . . . . . . ..2. . . . . . . . .
.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ..3. . . . . . . . . ..
DING DING DING!!!
Alex: What a well fought match by the champ!
Ring Announcer: The Winner and STILL SCCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION. . . .STEVE "SNAKE EYES" SULLIVAN!!!!!
[::Justin Kase and Sullivan are in the ring looking at the out cold body of Kid Crimson. Sullivan is laughing hysterically and he has a mic in his hand::]
Sullivan: I told you all! I mean is that a record or something. Man I out wrestled that idiot like he was nothing and THAT ladies and gentleman is why I am SCCW Champion.
[::Sullivan throws the mic out of the ring and Justin Kase and Steve Sullivan leave the ring. Sullivan has his SCCW Championship slung over his right shoulder::]
Alex: What a match!
Will: What an idiot.
Phil: Well Steve Sullivan comes away with a win over Kid Crimson and I am sure Kid will not get a rematch. Unless Commissioner POTS wants him to have one. Hey maybe next week Kid Crimson will have a match with Zamza.
Alex: That would be a classic. WHOA!! Speaking of classics!
(What the hell is going on here? A half naked ladie is running out here, passing Sullivan, who shoots her an amused look. Her make up is dripping down her face, her tight black dress is all torn up, exposing portions of her breasts. She seems to be running from someone, a man wearing a pink mask and his pants are down to his ankles. The lady is screaming for help as some security guards help her over the railing to safety. This masked man carfully avoids as Sullivan passes, then enters the ring and demands the mic. Before he starts to talk he pulls up his pants and orders the crowd to shut up while he talks.
Masked Man: As you can see that woman had been pleasured like none other, just more evidence to add to the fact that the "Pretty" One never disappoints.
Phil: The "Pretty" One, that sounds familiar.
Masked Man: Now before I take the mask off and reveal my identity, I must warn everyone in attendance. You will become overwhelmed and find yourself gasping for breath while looking at the "Prettiest" man alive. So ladies and gentlemen get your camera ready, remember you owe me 10 bucks per picture you take of me.
The masked man takes off his mask. . . it's "Pretty" Dan from the MWA! He is signaling to the backstage area for some reason. Suddenly a Mexican man wearing green jeans and a tank top comes walking down to the ring. He is rolling down a basket which seems to be full of different objects. This man picks up some red carpet and lays it around the ring.
"Pretty" Dan: The "Pretty" One always deserves the red carpet treatment, now spray some of that air freshener so I do not smell the Las Vegas filth. I know everyone is wondering just what the "Pretty" One is doing in the SCCW. Well it all started when I slept my way to great success down in Missouri. From the very top, Pete Logan would try and beg me to teach him how to be "Pretty." All the wrestlers never wanted to face me, they kept bugging me about starting up the "Pretty" fan club. Since I was the only reason the MWA became a well known federation they tried to rename it the "Pretty" MWA, and that's where I drew the line. Why would I put my name on a fed with nobodys such as Tony Pride and those other guys.
So I weighed out my options, took in all the offers and I decided to take a well deserved vacation. I decided I would go down to the minor leagues of wrestling and enjoy the "Pretty" life. So I came to the Sin City, by the way to all the ladies of SCCW, you will all be working the strip for "Pretty" Pimpin Services tonight. Since I am already the greatest star to ever enter this little federation, I figure that it is my duty to make friends with everyone. So me and my limo driver Chico have planned a little improv of sorts that I am sure everyone will enjoy.
Dan: So Chico I hear you went to dinner this evening, how was it?
Chico: The food I ate at that great restaurant was the absolute best I have ever ate in my entire life. By the way did I mention the food was delicious. Oh yeah some kid asked for my autograph and I gave it to him. Then out of the blue a reporter asked me questions. He asked me a lot of questions so I answered them. Then I made a NWC World Title out of the steak and shrimp I ordered. I am the NWC Champ, I am truly pathetic because I live in make believe land. Wait a police officer is gonna talk to me, or maybe the bartender will.
Pretty Dan: wait a minute would that be your great Steve Sullivan impression? Chico drank tons of coffee in order to actually stay awake while Stevie talks, all so he could do that skit to perfection. I hope Steve Sullivan is watching this from his motel room down in downtown Vegas. So Chico i noticed you were creating something over there.
Chico: Yes I figure if I took this simple string and tied it around these shoes, I could invent the key to success. I have lived many lives and managed to train my grey hair. If I keep telling people how good I was and what I did, then maybe they would believe me. One day I created stain in my pants so everyone would look and I could sneak to the top and no one would know the difference.
Pretty Dan: Wait a minute, are you Zamza. Zamza is not the only one who could create. . . I simply press the Mute button and I create a way to shut that has been up. Chico what about all of those guys all the way at the bottom of SCCW?
Chico: I thought Zamza and Steve Sullivan were the only guys around here.
Pretty Dan: Yeah you're right. It's not like there would be some idiot named Pots 6:32. That would be sad. Chico I think me and you have made too many friends for one night. I expect all the SCCW wrestlers to start planning my welcome party. Wilde Tanke could jump out of the cake and talk jibberish. Yes we have some good times ahead of us. You are all welcome, yes I know, thanks to the "Pretty" One , people will actually pay attention to the SCCW. Hey Chico, what are you doing laying down on the mat for? I do not pay you 2 dollars a week to play games.
Pretty Dan: Wait a minute, I got it. You're doing your Ring Decon impression. That guy knows the ring very well. He has been pinned to these mats time and time again. Him and his buddy I M Stern. . .
(WHACK!!)
Phil: What the?! Decon, excuse me, RING Decon, is BACK!! He just NAILED Pretty Dan from behind, and he's laying in those kicks! He does NOT look that hurt to me!!
Will: He certainly don't Dan's begging off, but Decon still laying in those boots! No! Chico from behind with a forearm! HA! A forearm that had ZERO effect on the legend!
Phil: Decon turns around, ready for some violence, but Pretty Dan, in the corner, uses the ropes to pop to his feet, and NAILS Decon with a forearm from behind!! Decon felt that one, going down like a can of bricks!
Alex: Or like the coyote in a Road Runner cartoon!
Will: (Annoyed) What?!
Alex: Shaddup!
Will: Dan NAILS him with a Powerbomb!! And worse news for Ring Decon, here comes "The Rebel" Mike D with that barbed wire of his!! He's coming behind, Dan don't see him. . . he's got bad blood with Decon!!
Phil: But he's WRAPPING that barbed wire around the neck of "Pretty" Dan! He takes the Pretty one and TOSSES HIM OVER THE TOP ROPE!! Dan slips free of the barbed with, not without taking quite a cut on his throat, as Chico ALSO bails!
Chico and Pretty Dan make their way out of the ring. The fans are booing, and starting up the "Ugly" Chants. Chico is the only one clapping for Dan, holding a rag over the blood gushing out of his throat, as they make their way backstage.
Phil: In the ring, Mike D is helping Decon to his feet!! This is too odd! As Kanu makes his way to the ring for the next match, Mike D helps Decon out the other side. Is this some sort of alliance between the two?
Alex: Hope so, and I hope they tell the fans where to shove it, too!
Will: Not to mention the debut of "Pretty" Dan!
Phil: He's sure to make some waves in the SCCW in the days and months to come!
Will: Fans, we'll be back after these messages!
(Commercial.)
--Kanu is already in the ring--
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing at this time, weighing in at Two-Hundred and Thirty-Two pounds and hailing from Long Island, New York. . . The Man of IN-finite Holds and the enforcer for the P-O-W. . . This is. . . ZAAAAAMMMMMZZZAAAAAAAA!!!!!
[The crowd waits with anticipation. The lights dim and red and blue spotlights begin whirling around slowly over the crowd. The soft opening guitar of Suicidal Tendencies' "You Can't Bring Me Down" begin over the speaker and the Las Vegas fans began cheering loudly. As the intro continues, the lights pick up speed until they are whirling uncontrollably. As the last note of the introduction holds, the lights stop and holds for a moment. "What the Hell is going on around here!?!?!" yells singer Mike Muir. The house lights burst on as Zamza flies through the curtains to a thunderous applause on his Sin City Championship Wrestling debut match. He runs fast down the aisle, his tightly bound dreadlocks flowing as he moves. He wears black Mui-Tui style shorts with a cursive letter "Z" written in dark purple on the sides. Zamza slides in under the bottom rope, sliding near halfway across the ring and immediately pops up on his feet. He runs to the corner, steps up to the second turnbuckle and raises a fist into the air. The crowd roars. He wastes no time in diving towards Kanu and taking out a leg.]
Phil: Oh may, and we're off! Zamza takes the leg and the big Beast from Nigeria is down right off the bat!
Will: Zamza, making his return to the ring here on Snake Eyes, and he's taking no prisoners.
Alex: You know, Zamza may claim to be a great wrestler, and all, and that may even be true, but Kanu's killed a man. . . On live television at that.
Phil: Now we've seen Zamza before here on Sin City Championship Wrestling television before Alex-
Alex: Yeah, he nearly almost ruined our first big main event on our first big Pay-Per-View event and then wasted our time with stupid interviews for weeks thereafter.
Phil: Forget it. Zamza with a kick to the midsection on Kanu, and he nails him with a DDT!
Alex: Seen that move before.
Phil: Zamza quickly gets right back on his opponent and picks him up. A series of crushing forearms to the face of Kanu that have to hurt.
Will: What's that he's doing, now?
Phil: Zamza seems to be hooking up the big man in some sort of rear-naked choke, the likes of which I've not seen outside of Ultimate Fighting, and. . . MY GOD! He just dropped Kanu on his head!
Will: That's the Zamza Nightmareplex, one of Zamza's patented moves!
Alex: Never seen that one.
Phil: Zamza with the pin. . .
ONE. . .
TWO. . . ..
Will: ZAMZA PULLS HIM UP!
Phil: What was that for? He had the match won!!
Alex: Well, it's quite obvious boys. . . The guy's an idiot. . . Plain and simple.
Will: Obviously he's trying to prove a point here.
Alex: Obviously.
Phil: Zamza whips Kanu into the ropes. . . HURRACANRANA!
Will: Zamza with a hurracanrana on the big man. . . Unbelievable that he could get him over!
Phil: And Zamza goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. What's he doing? He should be going for the cover right here!
Will: The name of the game is win. Doesn't he understand that?
Alex: Zamza's a well-traveled veteran Will. He understands everything, and that sometimes the name of the game is punish and THEN win.
Phil: Zamza gets a wobbly Kanu up to his feet in this battle of men of men with one name and he gets him up in a fireman's carry.
Will: It's amazing he can hold the big man up like that.
Alex: You've gotta stop being so politically correct, boys. The word isn't "big". . . It's "fat".
Will: What's He doing here? Zamza just holding Kanu in that fireman's carry. . . Wait. . . He starts running towards the ropes with him. . . Oh my, he leaps on the second rope. . .
Phil: DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!
Will: That's. . . That's someone else's move! That's the Perfect Ending! What's he doing?????
Alex: Mocking GCW superstar and former NWC champion Hunter Sabuani.
Phil: Zamza with the pin. . .
ONE. . .
TWO. . .
THREE!!!
[Ding, Ding, Ding]
Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen. . . The winner of the match.
. . ZAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMZZAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
[Zamza walks to the turnbuckle and climbs to the second turnbuckle, raising a fist in the air. The crowd gives a huge roar. He steps down and rolls, almost mechanically, out of the ring. He circles it and makes his way to the ring announcer who, without any hesitation, hands Zamza the microphone. Zamza rolls back in the ring under the second rope and walks to the middle of the ring. He taps the microphone before speaking.]
Zamza: Las Vegas. . . I'm here. . . And I ain't taking no prisoners. . . I'm not gonna say much right now, cause I think I said it all right there in the ring. I ain't gonna stop till I weed out each and every competitor in this industry, good or bad, and I've got my sights set on a few guys already. . . So to everyone in the Council, I'm aiming for you. And for anyone that's got a bone to pick with the POW. . . Watch out 'cause I got their backs. Damon Hayes, a guy that don't know what he's talkin' about. . . That means you. Anyone that wants to take away the SCCW Title from Steve Sullivan. . . That means you. NWC. . . Kiss my ass.
[Zamza throws down the microphone and rolls under the ropes. He walks down the aisleway and leaves through the curtain to a mixed reaction.]
Phil: That was interesting insight into the man they call Zamza. With him as the enfocer, and the new NWC World champion, Prisoners of War seem to get stronger every day! The same can be said for Starlet Agency, as we're about ready for our next match-up. . . it's for the SCCW TV Title. . .
The Announcer says "Coming to the ring at this time.. Member of Starlet Talent Agency.. and Founding member of the EVERLASTING SYNDICATE. . . .. "The Professional" Danny Sundown."
(The arena sound system crackles to life and starts blaring "Skew it on the Bar-B" by Outkast and Raekwon. The Sintron screen is showing Images of Sundown driving around Chicago, standing in front of his car collection, giving Ice Warrior a Sundominator, hitting Damien Jones with a bell, Superkicking a Jobber, Flashbulbs are going off as Sundown goes for a Shooting star press, and images of him walking out of a casino and pointing at the camera wearing a shark skin suit and holding a martini.. SUNDOWN appears in Neon on the screen)
Wearing a shirt that reads on the front "Made for Primetime" on the back the shirt reads "20 Share", black SWAT team pants, black boots, and electrical tape around his wrists, comes "The Professional" Danny Sundown. Fan's are booing and throwing garbage in the isle as he makes his way to the stairs, Sundown then goes under the top rope and takes a look around into the crowd while doing a clockwise spin around the ring. Slowly he takes off his shirt, women scream as he tosses it into the crowd. Sundown then begins to warm up by pulling the ropes and stretching..
(Sundown grabs the mic for a second briefly and says. . . )
Sundown: You know. . . (in a sing song voice similar to "the Ink Spots") I DON'T want to set the world on fire. . . .. I just want you to love me. . . . hahaha.
(Crowd boos and throws paper, beer, and nachos in the ring.)
[The Last Countdown begins to play. . . ]
Ring Announcer: And here he is, folks, your SCCW Television champion. . . PISTON "PLAYBOYYYYYY" MCSHAIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!
[The entrance ramp opens up, and McShain steps out. . . looking at the crowd, the belt around his waist. . . he taps it with his hand and begins jogging to the ringside area.]
Alex: Someone is in a hurry. . .
Phil: Not Now, Alex. . . this IS a championship match.
Alex: Well LA DE DA big man. . . This is going to be just as boring as the Beverly Hillbillies. . .
Phil: We WILL have you taken out of here tonight if you can't behave. . .
[DING DING DING]
Will: While you two are arguing like two six-teen year old girls over who gets the better looking guy, McShain is taking it right to Sundown.
Phil: European Uppercut by McShain. . . impressive starting maneuver.
Will: I prefer collar and elbow tie up, but that proved more effective, Phil. . .
Phil: Absolutely. McShain, now showing he has the advantage. . . Arm bar holding Sundown. . . well. . . down.
Alex: Good line, Phil-o-roni. . .
Phil: When's your contract expire?
[Piston, now having the hold reversed, and Sundown goes for and executes a nicely fashioned Bulldog.]
Phil: Impressive move from the armbar tieup.
Alex: Impressive this. . . impressive that. . . geez. . . BORING. . .
[Sundown now putting the boots to the face of McShain. . . ]
Alex: I've heard of finger sandwiches. . . but those are full forced feet into the noggin.
[Sundown, lifting McShain up. . . setting him up for a German
Suplex. . . The pinning combination. . . the ref drops to the
mat. . . ]
1
2
KICKOUT!
Phil: McShain got out and rolled into a neutral corner. . .
Will: You know. . . nevermind. . . McShain, now, trying to get up in the corner. . .
Phil: Sundown running in. . . .
[Thwak]
Alex: Yum, size twenty into the kisser of Sundown. . . have a seat, punk.
Will: McShain, running out and dishing QUITE the lariat.
Phil: He's got both of Sundown's legs, now. . . BIG head butt into the lower abdominals.
Alex: What're you talkin about? That was a low blow. . .
Will: McShain, now attempting what looks to be an STF submission maneuver. This looks painful.
Phil: McShain is putting the hurting on Sundown. . . He looks like he's in a LOT of pain. . .
Alex: MEDIC!
Will: Shut Up, Alex. . . Sundown inches from the ropes. . . that's astounding. . . this is one of the more difficult maneuvers to get out of.
Phil: He made it to the ropes. . . the ref administering the 5 count. . . McShain breaks at four.
Alex: Why?! He keeps the belt with a DQ. . . ?!
Phil: Sundown, now getting kicked in the chest while trying to get up at the ropes. . . McShain, runnin to the opposite side to the ropes, coming back in. . .
Will: Wow! Sundown, ducked and grabbed McShain's tights throwing him out of the ring. . .
Alex: Wow is right. . . I bet McShain just peed his playboy pants. . .
Phil: Sundown now taking a breather, McShain out on the outside. . . his head seemed to hit the guardrail pretty hard. . . The Ref with the count. . .
1.
2.
3.
Phil: Sundown up to the top rope. . . McShain starting to stir. . .
4. . .
5.
Will: McShain to his feet, Sundown ready. . .
Phil: Oh my. . .
6.
7..
Alex: While you two have your jaws dropped. . . Sundown just delivered
a plancha into McShain. . . that's the EASY way to get a ref to start
his count over. . .
1.
2.
[McShain comes running at Sundown with a lariat, Sundown leapfrogs him and turns and catches him with a side kick. . . ]
3.
Phil: Both men are jamming fists into each other. . . McShain ducks under one and delivers a NICE side suplex]
4.
5.
Will: McShain rolls into and back out of the ring. . .
[McShain, hearing the count picks Sundown up and rams his head into the guardrail. Sundown blocks the second attempt and hits McShain in the gut.]
Will: Sunburn on the guardrail. . . Sundown really taking it to McShain. . . this match could be either man's. . .
[McShain Lowblow to Sundown, and slams whips him hard into the guardrail in the corner. . . ]
Alex: Ouch. . .
[The refs count up to 8 before both men get into the ring. . . ]
Phil: Sundown taking a beating again. . . McShain fists to the throat. . . BLATANT illegal maneuver. . .
Alex: Illegal my sweet arse. . . THAT. . . Phil, was Impressive. . .
Phil: Anyway. Sundown on the mat, McShain motioning to the crowd. . . He's headed to the top rope.
Will: McShain is definitely pulling out ALL the stops tonight. Missile Drop Kick!!!
Alex: Yawn. . . wake me when Sullivan's on. . .
Will: What?! Sullivan's already wrestled for the night!
[McShain kicking into Sundown's chest. . . Sundown catches it and ponders what to do. . . ]
Phil: Insaguri kick from Sundown. . . McShain down. . .
Will: Sundown giving the crowd a little show now. . .
Phil: He should COVER his opponent. . .
Alex: Where's the fun in THAT?!
Phil: Sundown headed for the top rope. . .
Will: This fared decently for McShain, how will it do for Sundown?
Phil: He leaps. . . ..
. . .
. . .
. . .
Will: McShain got his knees up! Sundown is hurting. . . McShain, now, up. . . helping Sundown back to his feet. . .
Phil: I think the TV Champ is ready to end this match, now. . .
Alex: Phil, you got somethin on your nose. . .
[Piston bounces off the ropes and is caught and hit with a hard powerslam!]
Phil: McShain slamed into the mat! Here is the cover!
1. . . . . . .
2. . . . . . . . . . . .
[A cameraman begins to yell into the ring at the ref and causes him to break the count!]
Will: That is JAKE! Jake Dallas! Piston's cameraman and sidekick!
[Piston gets to his feet and is tossed what looks to be a short metal pipe.]
Will: Sundown caught it!
Phil: Danny Sundown slams that pipe right into Piston's face!
Jake cannot believe it! What a back-fire!! The referee turns around, here
is the count!
1. . . . . . . . . .
2. . . . . . . . .
3!!!!!!!!
Phil/Will: NEW CHAMPION!
[DING!! DANG!! DUNG!!]
Ring Announcer: Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen, the winner of this match. . . . . . ..annnnnnnnnd neeeeeeeew!!!! SCCW TV CHAMPION!!!!!!! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNY! SUUUUUUUUUUUNDOOOOOOOOOWN!
[Jake gets into the ring as Sundown receives his tv title. Jake grabs the pipe and hits Sundown as he attempts to run off with the belt..]
Will: Jake Dallas with a shot into the back of the head! The new champion is down!
[Piston gets to his feet, holding his head. He sees Jake and grabs him. Piston hoist him up and slams him down with the Climax!! Jake is motionless. Piston walks over and helps Sundown to his feet.]
Phil: On no! Shocking! Piston just TURNED on his sidekick and helped Sundown to his feet!! Is he a part of Starlet Agencies now?!
Will: NO idea, but they're getting out of the ring quick! And we're not far from our main event! As referees hit the ring to help Jake to the backstage area, we have to take this commercial time out!!
Phil: This is IT, diehard fans of Sin City! And we have NO commercials remaining! Fans, you're gonna get the whole shebang! The big show! The one who decides it all! The opportunity for the most coveted prize in the National Wrestling Council! The...
Alex: Yeah yeah...blah blah blah...
Will: Listen, guys...this one's J. C. all the way. Not only is he just plain exciting...but he wants it more!
Alex: NOVAWIMP?!?!?! He's about as exciting as watching paint dry. Now Wilde Tanke...even though I still think he's nothing but a brownnoser at heart...I like this new attitude of leaving your friends out in the cold! I guess he really has decided to take after me!
Will: What, you had friends once?
Alex: Yeah, your mom.
Will: WHAT?
Alex: (laughing) You heard me.
Phil: (interrupting) OK, that's great...take it to our first entrant...
(Camera shot cuts to ring, where we see our announcer.)
Ring Announcer: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THIS MATCH IS TO DETERMINE EXACTLY WHOOOOOOO GETS THE SHOT AT THE COVETED J-CROWN!
(Huge crowd pop.)
Ring Announcer: SO, ARE YOU REAAAAADDDDYYY?
(Crowd keeps noise to a roar.)
Ring Announcer: Coming now down the aisle...he weighs in at two-hundred twenty five pounds...the former SIN CITY CHAMPIONSHIP WRESTLING CRUISERWEIGHT champion...JAAAAAYYYY CCCEEEEEEE NOOOOOOVVVVAAAASSSSTTTTAAAAARRRRRRR!!!
(The lights suddenly dim to the all-too familiar shade of orange and the small starting guitar riffs of "Descent" by Fear Factory begin to blare across the loudspeaker as the crowd EXPLODES with cheers and shouts even before J. C. steps out onto the podium. Fans are ballistic for the popular young star as signs begin to shoot up everywhere. The camera zooms in on one particular sign that reads in large block lettering on a bright orange background: "GIVE ME A NOVA LAUNCHER", and the cam scans on the individual holding the sign...a buxom blonde with an official orange "HE'S NOVA-RIFFIC!" shirt tied around her chest area.)
Alex: Wow, I'm shocked. Novageek actually kept the same music.
Will: What do you care about music, Alex?
Alex: (shocked) A lot! I always value the classics...
Will: Yeah, the classics of Sesame Street Live on the 8-track in your mom's Pinto...
(J. C. is now on the platform, as he is smiling brightly...good as new and looking like our old Novastar...as he points out to the crowd. They yell loudly, as they know what's coming next. Nova runs...and LEAPS out into the audience...doing the crowdsurfing bit! Explosive cheers and rowdiness erupts as J. C. is gently passed along the crowd. Being sure to greet everyone, J. C. smiles brightly and then is let down. The camera zooms next to J. C., where there is also a woman standing next to him...who...)
Phil: Oh my word!
Alex: AIIIIIEEEEEEEE! Those are some breasts!
(...flashes him. J. C. stands there, shocked for a moment, then continues on through the crowd toward the ring. Stopping to notice a young girl on her dad's shoulders yelling violently for J. C., he stops and takes off the cross necklace around his neck and places it around the girl.)
Will: Another lucky one born every match.
Alex: Lucky? Man, if I were that kid, I'd throw it back in his face.
(J. C. then leaps over the guard rail and climbs the apron, then mounts the turnbuckle, giving the fans a look and making them pop BIG. Jumping down with a moonsault and landing on his feet, he takes off the white SCCW Crew T-shirt and tosses it to the side, then calls for the microphone from the ring announcer.)
J. C. Novastar: HEY-O SIN CITY!
(Crowd pops, as various cheers from women explode.)
J. C. Novastar: Yeah, I know last week was a real bummer, right?
(Mild response.)
J. C. Novastar: But let me tell ya something. . . TONIGHT'S THE NIGHT and all of you great fans out there are gonna see a real treat, NOVASTYLE!
(The crowd booms, but for some strange reason, is interrupted as a gigantic picture of none other than "Faithful Employee" Taj Afterburn is seen over the GigantoTron, along with main squeeze Ami Smith. The picture shows large face shots only, with Ami sticking out her tongue. Taj gives his evil little mouse smirk, and begins to speak.)
Taj Afterburn: Blah blah blah blah! Shut up, big brother'cause frankly, the morons don't want to hear you!
(J. C. looks up at the screen with anger.)
J. C. Novastar: Listen, you little punk! Why don't you just do everyone here a favor; pack your little attaché case up, and you and that little SLUT get out of our arena!
(The fans EXPLODE with this remark.)
Taj Afterburn: WOAH WOAH WOAH! Mr. Goody Two-Shoes said the word 'slut'! What's next for you on your journey out of preschool? 'Dumb'? 'Hell'?
(Taj laughs.)
Taj Afterburn: Listen, you snot-nosed prick. You think what I did last week was despicable and mean, you think maybe you have a chance at winning this match, well, guess what, bro? THINK AGAIN! You haven't seen anything yet! Isn't that right, Ami?
Ami Smith: Umlikeuhyeah, or something!
Taj Afterburn: Well said! Now listen up, Novajerk. I swear the next time you lay your hand on me, Unka Ace will fire you so quick that your precious little fans won't know what hit 'em!
Taj Afterburn: SoJ. C.watch your step. Watch your mouth. And watch the f*ck out!
(The GigantoTron closes.)
Phil - Let's take a look at what Hiroshi had to say earlier this night.
[The lights go out in the arena and the sound of Japanese drums and high-pitched flutes fill the arena's loudspeakers. The capacity crowd stands on their feet as they are anticipating what's going to happen next.]
[An immense shower of red light fills the arena as the camera moves over the crowd. It now focuses on the entryway as you see Hiroshi Mifune and Kenji Kubota stand on the ramp on their way to the ring. Hiroshi has the SCCW Cruiserweight title strapped around his waist, and he's wearing his usual ring attire, and Kenji is wearing a dark blue suit with matching tie and black dress shoes. They are met with mixed reactions from the crowd, because of Hiroshi's announcement last week of joining the Starlet Talent Agency and also, his win over J.C. Novastar for the Cruiserweight title. As they enter the ring the red light forms a circle resembling the sun in the center of the ring. Hiroshi reaches for the microphone out of the announcer's hand and begins to speak out to the crowd.]
Hiroshi: Another week in the City of Sin, Las Vegas for Kenji and myself. This week is different of other weeks though, because I have what I came for and that is the Cruiserweight title.
[The crowd boos loudly.]
Hiroshi: Now, now, settle down. I know I defeated your "hero" J.C. Novastar, but sometimes things happen for a reason don't they? J.C. Novastar took me too lightly last week and thought I would go easy on him, and he ended up getting pinned. Not without a good fight I might add, but, then again obviously not well enough or it would be him standing here with the title wrapped around his waist, and not I. So it brings me to the match waiting for me tonight, possibly the biggest match of my career. Not only in the SCCW, but in all of my wrestling career. Tonight, I meet two men in this ring Wilde Tanke, and the same man I've fought for two weeks in a row J.C. Novastar.
[Hiroshi turns around looking over the crowd as they are still standing on their feet. Some are holding signs "Hiroshi You're Not A Real Champion!", "Novalites 4-Life!", "P o W is The Best!", while some are just standing snapping pictures of the champion as he stands in the center of the ring. He spots a fan holding a sign, and points him out to Kenji as he continues talking.]
Kenji, look at that loser waaaaaay up there in the nosebleed section holding that sign saying I'm not a "real" champion.
[Kenji looks up where Hiroshi is pointing and cocks his head back in laughter as the crowd erupts in loud booing.]
Now if I weren't a real champion I wouldn't have this belt would I? (He taps on the belt with the microphone.) Nor would I be in this very ring wrestling for this same belt. So why don't you just sit down you out-of-work white trash loser, and the rest of you too who don't think I'm a real champion. There isn't one person in the crowd that can defeat me in this ring or anywhere for that matter.
[People in the crowd can be heard yelling at Hiroshi; "Try me bitch!", "You're nothing without that belt!".]
As I was saying before that white trash idiot held up that sign, this match is the biggest match in my career. Not only is it for the belt I just won last Sunday, but it's also for a chance at the most coveted belt for Cruiserweights in the NWC, the J-Crown. I remember when I first came into the SCCW, and won my first match. Donald Vaccarro said I could be a good contender for the J-Crown, and now it's my chance to show the world how much of a contender I actually am. Even though Mr. Vaccarro isn't here anymore or anywhere known of for that matter, doesn't mean that I don't stand a chance in winning this match. So, Novastar and Wilde, I know you can hear me back there in your dressing rooms. Don't think for one minute that you're going to come in here and just take me out easily because that my friendsjust isn't going to happen.
[Hiroshi drops the microphone on the mat, as him and Kenji walk out of the ring. On their way back to his dressing room.]
(Commercials.)
(The lights go low, as the sound of gunfire fills the air! The fans look around, sort of having an idea of what's going on, as amazingly, the smell of gunpowder fills the stadium! The Gigantatron shows various images from various war and war movies, mainly those of captive soldiers. You know what this means, and the fans do, too. Many let out booing, but there's quite a loud amount of cheers as well.
(They know what member of the group is coming out.)
Ring Announcer: Representing Chicago, Illinois. . .
(BAMN!! BANG!! The sounds and colors of pyro fills the stadium! A shot of Michael Jorden executing a tremendous slam dunk from a 1989 Chicago Bulls verses New York Knickerbockers. A few shots of Steve McMichaels and Refrigerator Perry from the Chicago Bears 1985 Super Bowl victory over the New England Patriots. A shot of Sammy Solsa hitting a home run.
(Still and moving shots of Siskel and Eibert. . . Oprah Wininfrey. . . Lex Lugar. . . Danny Sundown. . . Johnny "Red" Kerr. . . Scottie Pippen. . . And other great images associated with Chicago.]
Ring Announcer: Currently residing in Las Vegas. . .
(As various shots from the teletron come up, we pan around the audience members. "P o W Sucks!" "We miss Wildebeest!" "Flair Fears POTS!" Whoever Flair is. . . "Wilde RULZ!")
Ring Announcer: Accompanied to the ring by Moose! And "Wildfire" Rebecca Tanke!
(Suddenly, Wilde Tanke walks through the curtain! He's got on red and black tights, dizzying circle on circle on circle patters it looks like. Moose and Rebecca Tanke-Ordicus walk out by his side, dressed similar in jeans and white shirts.)
Ring Announcer: He is a former SCCW cruiserweight champion. . . a member of Prisoners of War. . . a six time career cruiserweight champion. . .
(There's various chants and stuff. Wilde walks down the isle, with a determined look on his face. Rebecca looks twice as serious as ever, and more dangerous as well. Moose even looks serious, focusing on the ring instead of hanging off Wilde.)
Ring Announcer: Weighing in a two hundred fourteen and three quarter pounds!
(Wilde quickly gets to the ring and slides in, quickly holding his hands up for the fans, many of who cheer.)
Ring Announcer: "Wise Ass" Willllllllllllllde Taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanke!!!!!
Phil: What a reception for Tanke! Im Joined by Special Ring Announcer Joey Roberts to call this Massive Main event tonight!
[The lights go black in the arena and the faint sounds of Japanese drums and high-pitched flutes come over the loudspeakers. The drums begin to get louder and louder as you see Hiroshi Mifune wearing no shirt and his black wrestling pants with the Rising Sun on both legs. The SCCW Cruiserweight championship belt is placed over his shoulder. Kenji Kubota is standing next to him wearing a dark blue three-piece suit, as they step out of the walkway. Both of them ignore the hands grabbing at them from the crowd, and just continue to walk. You see fans holding signs saying various things like, "Hiroshi Mifune: SCCW's Best Cruiserweight Champion!" and the camera focuses on the guy in the crowd Hiroshi called out earlier. He's still holding up his "Hiroshi You're Not A Real Champion: sign and he shakes the sign in the air. They step into the ring, and Hiroshi holds the belt up in the air and shows it to the crowd as an immense show of red light shines down upon him.]
Joey Roberts - Hey folks Its great to be here in this Main Event.. but Lets forget about that now! Looks like Hiroshi Mifune and Wilde Tanke are the first two in the ring! They don't want to wait for Novastar.. they are going get it on right now! The action is underway!!
Phil - Wilde Tanke scoops him up fall away slam!!! Wilde Tanke dives on to Hiroshi and applies a headlock. He's pounding away at the forehead of Hiroshi!
Joey Roberts - What an incredible series of punches!! Hiroshi Mifune needs to try for a comeback!
Phil - Hiroshi hops back to his feet. Chop to the kidney area by Hiroshi stuns Wilde Tanke. Hiroshi Mifune scoops slams Wilde Tanke and boy did he hit hard!! Piledriver.. Good Move wouldn't you say Joey Roberts?
Joey Roberts - Does it hurt? Then it's good!
Phil - Wilde Tanke back to his feet. They're punching it out, Hiroshi Mifune with a left. . . right. . . left . . . another! Block by Wilde Tanke counters with a right of his own! Down goes Hiroshi!
Joey Roberts - Wilde Tanke with the hair of Hiroshi Mifune.
Phil - Looks like he's setting him up for something. . . Oh Big time Piledriver!! Wilde Tanke out of no where with a corkscrew hurricanrana! Hiroshi Mifune went down quick!
Joey Roberts - JC Novastar is moving down the aisle, he's gonna be the next man in! He slides under the rope not wasting anytime..
Phil - Lock up. . . JC going for a suplex. . . Wilde Tanke blocks it. . . JC trys again. . . Block and Wilde Tanke with a suplex of his own!!
Phil - Hiroshi Mifune lunging toward Wilde Tanke and knocking off his feet!! Desperation maneuver by Hiroshi!! Lock up. . . Hiroshi Mifune with an armdrag takedown. Hiroshi Mifune with repeated boots to the knee of Wilde Tanke. Working the leg!
Joey Roberts - JC Novastar spending quite a bit of time measuring him up. Falling fist to the chest of Hiroshi Mifune. Novastar Stomping away at the chest of Hiroshi! JC driving a knee into the spinal area of Hiroshi Mifune's back!!
Phil - Tie up. . . Who's gonna come out on top Joey Roberts?
Joey Roberts - Well Wilde Tanke just executed a beautiful spinning neck breaker so I'm gonna have to say Wilde Tanke. Wilde Tanke drops a knee on lower leg of Hiroshi Mifune! Wilde Tanke is moving back to his feet
Phil - JC Novastar hops back to his feet. They tie up. . . We've got a struggle for power. . . JC Novastar comes out on top with a reverse neck breaker. Hiroshi is nailed with a Doctor BOMB!..
Joey Roberts - Wilde Tanke sure could use some help now.
Phil - Wilde Tanke is out cold! Asiactic spike being applied by JC . . .
Joey Roberts -The pain on Tanke's face is excruciating. Thumb to the eye and he's out!
Joey Roberts - small package attempt by Wilde Tanke. JC kicks him off quick.
Phil - That could have been the end of JC! Wilde Tanke out of no where with a corkscrew hurricanrana! JC went down quick! JC is stumbling.
Joey Roberts - JC moving back to his feet Wilde Tanke scoops him up and slams him to the ground!! We're not seeing much offense from JC Novastar. JC is ROCKED with a big elbow!
Joey Roberts - Atomic Drop by Hiroshi Mifune send JC to the ground! Lock up. . . Hiroshi Mifune with an brainbuster. Hiroshi Mifune Stomping away at the chest of JC Novastar!
Phil - JC hops back to his feet. Novastar takes Wilde Tanke off his feet with a drop kick to the chin! JC picks him up in a fireman's carry, and drops him right on his face! JC Novastar is trying to pull Hiroshi Mifune back to his feet. Hiroshi Mifune with an eye gouge!! Down goes Novastar! Figure four attempt by Hiroshi Mifune. JC Novastar kicks him off quick.
Phil - That could have been the end of Novastar! Hiroshi picks him up in a fireman's carry, and drops him right on his face! Hiroshi out of no where with a corkscrew hurricanrana! JC went down quick!
Joey Roberts - We're not seeing much offense from Novastar. Piledriver..
Joey Roberts - Hiroshi Mifune sure could use some help now. Hiroshi Mifune moving back to his feet Hiroshi has both Novastar and Wilde in a Siamese chickenwing!!! Amazing! Oooh Hiroshi catches a chop across the throat by Novastar!
Phil - Hiroshi is stumbling. JC Novastar with a inverted Tiger Driver!! MY GOD!!! Hiroshi is dazed and for the first time in this match Tanke and Novastar are working together to stomp him!
Joey Roberts - Hiroshi Got out of it! He's lucky! JC Novastar out of no where with a corkscrew hurricanrana! Hiroshi Mifune went down quick!
Phil - Hiroshi Mifune is ROCKED with a big elbow! Boston crab being applied by JC Novastar . . . all he has to do is turn him over. Tanke is stomping him! He won't last! Wait Sundown and Bloodbath!! They are at ringside! He's pulling Hiroshi to the ropes Here comes POTS manager, John Steed! Sundown greets him with a chair to the face!
Phil - A running lariat from Bloodbath on JC! What a move!! Tanke is going for a pin on Hiroshi.. nobody is around to help him.. KICKOUT!!! AMAZING!! Hiroshi is running on fumes! Hes not no gas left!
Joey Roberts - Really? Well I do!
Phil- DEAR GOD!!!
Joey Roberts- Steed is going to clock Hiroshi.. Chop Block by Bloodbath
on Steed.. The chair is loose in the ring and the ref is tending to Novastar
Hiroshi BLASTS TANKE!!!! He's OUT!! Hiroshi falls ontop of Wilde Tanke..
The ref turns around.. he starts to count..
1
2
Phil- Steed YANKS THE REF OFF!!!! They are arguing.. Novastar is climbing
the turnbuckle!! NOVALAUNCHER ONTOP OF THE PILE!!!!!!!! The ref turns around..
1
2
Sundown Slides under the bottom rope to make the save!!
3!!!!! TOO LATE!!!
Joey Roberts: HE GOT EM!!! YOUR WINNER!!! JAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYY CEEEEEEEEEE
NOVASTAR!!!!!
Phil: What a NIGHT!! NEW Tag team champions!! Surprising entrance by "Pretty" Dan, FORMERLY of the MWA!! Kid Crimson SQUASHED by SCCW Champion Steve Sullivan!! But unfortunatly, we are just about out of time!! Good night folks!!
Joey Roberts: DON'T forget to catch us on a special edition of
Snake Eyes next THURSDAY!! Information on the Total Annihilation
Memorial tag team tournament, interviews by JC Novastar and Wilde Tanke,
and more!! SEE YA THEN!!
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Credits: (Coming later hopefully)