NOTE: There are three episodes. I'll post the rest after feedback, if that's OK. Also, there are a load of gimmicks and gimmick changes in this fed, so if it helps, you'll have to log out and check the SCW.com thread in the Book This! Lounge section. Hope you enjoy, CyDeez and Safari Man.
Episode 1
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The theme plays, the credits roll, fireworks shoot into the sky, and SCW is on the air! The crowd roars its approval as the camera pans around to people holding signs, standing, cheering, waiting for the show to start.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to SCW!"
The camera angle abruptly changes to the one pointed at the announce table, where Joey Styles is seen sitting next to his partner in commentary, Wade Barrett.
"We are one night away removed from an incredible pay-per-view," Styles continues, "which saw Goldust finally realize his dream and take the SCW Championship from his longtime nemesis, Doink the Clown!"
"Ah that's right Styles, and what a match it was," says Barrett. "Of course, that wasn't the only thing to happen. After a long and grueling night, The Hurricane won the 24/7 Championship, and earlier in the night The Spirit Squad defeated Team XTC in the final match of their best-of-five series."
"Here he comes!"
The music plays. The crowd roars. The arena is bathed in a gold light. Words appear on the titantron.
24-KARAT PICTURES PRESENTS
A SHATTERED DREAMS PRODUCTION
YOUR SCW CHAMPION.
GOLDUST
Goldust comes marching out from the curtain, gold spotlight shining down on him as he lifts the championship high into the air. In the ring, Howard Finkel clears his throat before speaking.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he says. "Please welcome, the NEW SCW Champion! From Hollywood, California...GOLDUST!"
The Bizarre One continues to walk jerkily down the aisle, doing The Bite and rubbing his championship. He climbs into the ring and takes the mic from Howard Finkel as the music fades.
"They say..." he breathes, "That all that glitters is not gold. They say that Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create. They say that the lust for gold is the last corruption of degenerate man.
They were not talking about me.
I am The Golden One. I have walked the Golden Path, through all of its bumps and twists. It has been a long and hard road, but I have finally won the gold belt. I can smell it. I can feel it. I can hear it. I can taste it...It's mine. Finally, it's mine."
Goldust jerkily looks around at all the members of the crowd. He brings the championship up to his face, and then brings his lips to it. He closes his eyes as his fans cheer. And then...
The adulation turns to boos as Doink the Clown enters, jumping up and down. He runs from side to side down the aisle, laughing maniacally, until he reaches the ring. Abruptly, the laughter stops. The energy ceases. Doink has become deadly serious as he enters the ring and stands face to face with Goldust. The music fades.
"I would like my title back, please." he says, calm as anything.
Goldust stares at Doink, uncomprehending.
"I said," Doink continues. "I want. it. back."
And then, he snaps.
"GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME!!!" he screams, jumping up and down. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a miniature fire extinguisher as his mood changes again. A smile crosses his face.
"...Please?" he asks sweetly.
The crowd starts to boo as Goldust appears to be thinking about it.
"No." Goldust replies. The crowd voices its approval. Doink's face changes once more, to a look of pure venom.
"Give me a rematch, Goldie." he says, "or so help me, I will destroy you from the inside out."
Goldust and Doink glare at each other for a few moments, before Goldust turns and leaves, not saying a word.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Everyone pauses to look at the titantron, where the General Manager of SCW, Sandy Scunthorpe, has appeared.
"NOW THAT'S NO FUN AT ALL!" he says, a maniacal grin on his face. "Doink, you had a good run with the title, and logically you'd be the number one contender, but I don't know...I think we need to make things more fun! I'm thinking that tonight, you'll compete in a match to decide the next number one contender."
The camera zooms out from his face, to reveal a strange hissing and clinking machine behind him. Tentacles extend every which way, and from deep within we can hear the rumble of gears turning. Scunthorpe backs up to stand next to it.
"THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is the Number One Contender Decider 5000! Using the latest in S....horpian technology, it will pick Doink's opponent for the Number One Contendership match. Watch!!"
He takes a quarter out of his pocket, moves his hands to the machine, and with a flourish drops the quarter into the coin slot. Immediately, the lights dim, and the machine starts clanking loudly. Metal arms fly every which way as the machine works. One arm holding a pencil starts scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Finally, with a small dinging noise, a card drops out from a hole at the bottom of the machine. Scunthorpe bends down, picks it up, and unfolds it.
"Fabulous!" he exclaims. "Doink, the man you will be facing tonight is none other than...
ALEX RILEY!"
The crowd boos loudly as Doink stares, emotionless, at the titantron, which has changed to display the graphics for the main event.
The camera cuts back to the commentary table.
"Wow!" says Styles. "What a huge match!"
"It certainly is, Styles," replies Barrett. "Let's just hope The Varsity Villain can stand the games of that freak Doink."
The Hurricane is shown walking to the ring backstage, 24/7 Championship slung over his shoulder, Mighty Molly by his side.
"We'll have to find out tonight." says Styles. "But first, we have a title defense! Our new 24/7 Champion, The Hurricane, is set to go one on one with his first challenger, next!"
***COMMERCIAL***
The bell rings, and Howard Finkel starts the introductions.
"The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the 24/7 Championship!"
"Introducing first, the challenger! From Washington D.C., weighing in at 245 pounds...Dr. Kazarian Steel!"
Steel is out in his labcoat, clipboard in hand. He has a painful-looking smile plastered on his face as he goes around to all the kids and starts talking to them. He writes things on his clipboard at lightning speeds before tearing the pieces of paper from it and handing them to the kids. He is twitchy and jittery as he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. The smile becomes more of a leer as he stares into the crowd.
"And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Mighty Molly, from Smithfield, North Carolina and weighing in at 191 pounds...he is the current 24/7 Champion...The Hurricane!!"
The Hurricane and Mighty Molly dash out of the curtain together to resounding cheers. The Hurricane has his championship fastened securely around his waist, but he unbuckles it as he and his sidekick race towards the ring before leaping into the air and landing on the apron. The Hurricane spreads his arms wide and holds his championship aloft as his cape flaps in the breeze and the crowd cheers. Mighty Molly gives Hurricane's arm a squeeze before heading down to the floor to be at ringside.
As the music fades, the bell rings, and the match begins. Hurricane and Steel circle each other momentarily before tying up at the same time. After a small struggle where neither goes anywhere, Hurricane drops low to take Steel down. Steel quickly gets back up before The Hurricane can do anything, and punches Hurricane square in the face. Hurricane staggers back and hits the rope. Using the slack in the ropes, Hurricane propels himself into Steel, chest-to-chest, knocking his opponent down.
"Innovative use of the ropes there," says Styles.
"That's right, Styles," Barrett replies. "It certainly was making the best of a bad situation...one that the champion shouldn't have even been in in the first place."
The Hurricane is on top of the turnbuckle, waiting for Steel to stand up. As soon as he does, The Hurricane leaps forward, hitting Steel with a huge cross body, covering him! The referee slaps his hand to the mat.
"1...2..." he starts to count, but Steel kicks out. He rolls out of the ring, seemingly in order to give him some recuperation time. Grabbing his clipboard, he walks up to Mighty Molly, who eyes him apprehensively. Steel stares at her pensively for a very long time before turning around and starting to write on his clipboard. Molly looks over Steel's shoulder, and a horrified look crosses her face as she sees what he's writing. She spins him around and slaps him, hard, across the face. Steel is rocked, dazed, trying to shake it off. Then he looks to the ring, and his eyes grow wide.
"The Hurricane is on top of the turnbuckle!" says Styles.
"He will fly tonight."
And fly he does. The Hurricane launches himself off of the top turnbuckle, driving himself into Steel. They two men crash into the ground and skid slightly before The Hurricane rolls off of Steel, holding his ribs. He stand up slowly, breathing hard, before motioning to Mighty Molly to help him pick Steel up and roll him into the ring. The Hurricane slides in afterwards, pushing Steel into the center. He stands over him, staring at Steel's prone body for a few seconds, before extending his arm and wrapping his hand around Steel's neck. Hurricane jerks Steel onto his feet, and raises his free hand in the air.
"Is he doing what I think he's doing?"
The Hurricane tugs on Steel, apparently trying to lift him in the air. However, it's all to no avail. The Hurricane glances at the sky, calling on unseen forces, before hoisting Steel up and planting him with a thunderous chokeslam!
"Oh my God!" squals Styles. "We've never seen him do that before! He actually chokeslammed Steel!"
The Hurricane covers Steel. The ref is counting.
"1...2...3!!!"
The crowd cheers as Mighty Molly enters the ring, runs to The Hurricane, and raises his hand in the air. The referee hand Hurricane his championship back, and Hurricane buckles it back around his waist.
"Here is your winner, and STILL 24/7 Champion...The Hurricane!!"
"I can't believe it. Who knew that The Hurricane had super strength like that?"
"He may be small - very, very small - but that was quite impressive."
"Wait, what the hell is that?"
Two figures are standing on top of the Titantron. The taller one nods to the smaller one before grabbing a rope and swinging to the ring. As the figures land in the ring, we can see that they are none other than Paul and Katie Lea Burchill. Paul signals to the referee, and then looks at The Hurricane with longing in his eyes.
"He's asking for a match. The referee is there, the champion is there, there's nothing The Hurricane can do!"
The bell rings, and Paul tries to knock the Hurricane down. However, The Hurricane is too quick for him. He jumps out of the ring, grabs Mighty Molly by the hand, and runs out of there, with the Burchills hot on their heels. All through the backstage they run, until Hurricane puts on an extra burst of speed, runs down the hallway, and vanishes from view. Paul tries to give chase, but no matter where he looks, he can't find the champion.
"Damn and blast!" swears Paul. "We've lost 'im."
He walks up to the locker room and opens the door to find 3 Count sitting and laughing on a bench. They stare at Burchill as he enters.
"Aye, mateys," Paul says. "Ye didn't happen to see The Hurricane come a-dashing through here, did ye?"
The members of 3 Count look at each other.
"No," replies Shane.
Paul Burchill sighs.
"Bugger."
He leaves the locker room.
***COMMERCIAL***
We return from commercial to see Paul London's masked face taking up most of the frame. His eyes are closed and his face is pointed to the ceiling. He appears to be irritated. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal that he is standing in front of a women's bathroom door. He opens his eyes and whispers to himself.
"Lord, give me strength..."
He places his hands by his side. His movements, speech, and mannerisms are all very wooden and stilted. As he lowers his head, the bathroom door opens, and Lacey von Erich exits. She smooths her trousers before reaching over and grabbing a microphone from offscreen.
"Sorry about that," she says, before stopping. London is glaring at her. "Um...is there a problem?"
London says nothing at first, then speaks in a halting voice.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Um...yes?" Lacey seems confused. London's right eye twitches slightly.
"With what?" he asks, anger slowly filling his voice.
"Soap and water?"
London's eyes flash in rage. He plunges one of his gloved hands in his pocket and grabs Lacey's wrist with the other one, causing her to scream and try to pull away. From his pocket he draws a sanitary wipe, and he starts forcibly wiping down Lacey's hands.
"Filthy! Disgusting! Dirty! Disease-ridden!" he screams, rubbing harder and harder with his wipe. "Unclean! Vile! ****E!!"
The crowd boos loudly as he releases Lacey, pushes her away, and storms off, leaving Lacey to massage her hands and blink back tears.
---
The camera cuts to Sandy Scunthorpe's office. The man himself is standing, examining a strange globe featuring fictional countries. There is a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Scunthorpe calls. The door opens, and "Showtime" Percy Watson enters, a smile on his face. The crowd cheers.
"Ah, Showtime," says Scunthorpe, smiling. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, baby," replies Showtime, "I was just thinkin'. I know you made that machine you got over there to inject some new blood in the SCW Title scene baby, and I'm cool with that. But I was thinking, what if you wanted to make things even more interesting and inject more new blood into the match, know what I'm sayin'?"
"I do," Scunthorpe says. "You're saying you want a shot at the number one contendership spot."
Showtime nods. Scunthorpe appears to think about it for a second, before calling over a staff member and whispering in his ear. The staff member nods and runs off.
"So what do you say, Sandy baby?" asks Showtime. Scunthorpe has a mad gleam in his eye as he responds.
"I have just instructed Stan to hide a golden ticket somewhere in this building. You are to wait half an hour, and then search for it. If you can find it, I'll let you in the match."
"OH YEAH!!" Showtime exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. "Thank you baby, I won't let you down!"
He runs off. The camera transitions to the commentators.
"An interesting development," says Styles.
"Stupid, I'd call it," Barrett sniffs. "What is the purpose of having a young and athletic man like Percy Watson go through some silly challenge in order to prove himself worthy of a spot in the main event?"
"I'm sure the GM has some good reasons," says Styles.
"Or he's completely mental."
"Or that. But nevermind him, it's time for the very first women's match in SCW history!"
The bell rings.
"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall!"
"Introducing first, from Roveredo in Piano, Italy...Serena Mancini!!"
Serena Mancini makes her way out of the curtain with one hand holding onto the rim of her fedora. She walks flirtatiously down the ramp before sliding into the ring, standing up, and bending over the ropes on all four sides of the ring. People in the front row whistle as her cleavage is exposed.
"I suppose some people don't value their lives..." mutters Barrett.
"She's extremely attractive, though..." says Styles.
"Yeah, well the prospect that her father watches this show isn't!"
"And her opponent, from Mt. Olympus, "The Colossus"...Beth Phoenix!!"
Out comes Beth Phoenix to the sounds of the horns. She marches purposefully towards the ring, looking neither left nor right. She climbs up the steel steps, steps over the ropes, and stands in the center of the ring, looking out to the audience. She stretches both hands wide as though to draw attention to her physique.
"And here we have an incredible physical specimen," Styles remarks. "One of the strongest women wrestlers in the world, able to lift almost 400 pounds!"
Barrett groans. "She's going to kill poor Serena, and then it'll our necks on the line..."
The bell rings, and the match starts. Serena attempts to start off my striking Phoenix with a forearm. The blow glances off of Phoenix's chest, not even causing her to flinch. Confused, Serena tries again. Once more, it has no effect. Frustrated, she tries to kick Phoenix. Phoenix grabs Serena's leg and tugs it, causing Serena to fall over. She bends down and hoists Serena on her shoulders. However, before Phoenix can slam Serena, Serena manages to struggle her way out of the hold and into a sleeper position. She clamps a sleeper hold on Beth Phoenix!
"Yeah! Did you see that?! What a great counter by Mancini!"
Beth Phoenix is staggering as Serena cinches the hold tighter. She stumbles over to the ropes and grabs hold, and the referee forces Serena to break the hold. Serena complies, and heads over to the opposite corner of the ring. She bends down. Joey Styles clears his throat and starts fumbling with his papers.
"Oh for the love of- Don't tell me..." sighs Barrett.
"What?" asks Styles indignantly. "I can't help it if God was kind to her!"
"Will you shut up? She could get a team of mobsters to rub us out if you continue like this!"
Beth Phoenix is standing tall again. She walks to the middle of the ring when suddenly Serena launches herself out of the corner and lands a massive spear on Phoenix, actually knocking her off her feet!
"No way!" squeals Styles. "I have to teach my wife to do that!"
"I didn't know you were into sadomasochism, Styles." remarks Barrett. He then turns to his partner incredulously. "Wait..You're married?"
Serena goes for the pin. The referee counts to 2, but Phoenix sits up and shoves Serena off of her. She picks Serena up, only to clothesline her back to the mat. She does it again, and then hoists the now non-moving Serena onto her shoulders before delivering a powerbomb. She covers Serena, and the referee counts to 3.
"Here is your winner, Beth Phoenix!!"
"Well, it was nice knowing all of you."
"Serena would have won that one if she were facing anyone else, Barrett."
"I'm well aware. Not a bad match for SCW's first foray into women's wrestling, except for the ending where Don Mancini finds us all and rubs us out."
As Beth is leaving the ring, the camera cuts to backstage, where Michael Cole is standing with Titus O'Neil and Zack Ryder.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," says Cole, an ingratiating smile plastered on his face. "I'm here with Titus O'Neil to discuss his plans after losing the 24/7 Championship on Sunday. So, Titus, after your horrible loss on Sunday, what is next for you in your life?"
"Well, Cole, I plan to work my way back into the title hunt and go for it again," replies Titus.
"Don't listen to him, bro," Ryder cuts in. "He's just being modest! He's obviously going to go pulverize some peeps and take that belt back. I mean, have you seen the size of this guy? He's more than just jacked...he's Zacked!"
"Thanks, man, but really I-" Titus starts to mumble, but suddenly a commotion from offscreen stops him in midsentence.
"This place is loathsome!"
A hissing sound fills the air, and a mist starts to gather, causing all three men to cough. Paul London makes his way onscreen, spraying disinfectant all over the place.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves! Don't you have any idea what cleanliness is?"
"Hey!" exclaims Ryder. "Are you serious, bro? You just got spray in my buddy Titus' eyes! You could have hurt him!"
"Nah dude, I'll be fine," says Titus, wiping his eyes. "It's not a big-"
"Yes it is a big deal, bro! That's not cool, not cool at all! It pisses me off!
Hey, London!"
Paul London looks into Ryder's eyes.
"Yes?" he asks.
"How about we have a match? You vs. Titus O'Neil. Next."
You can see by London's eyes that he's smiling.
"I look forward to it."
He walks off.
Titus turns to Ryder.
"I dunno, Zack, I didn't really want to be in a match tonight."
"You'll be fine, bro, just go out there, do your thing, and crush that weirdo."
***COMMERCIAL***
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
"Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds...Paul London!!"
The crowd boos loudly as Paul London exits from the curtain and the music swells. He holds the can of disinfectant in his hand and is spraying it as he makes his way down the aisle. He shudders and backs away as people try to touch him, eventually breaking into a run directly down the middle of the aisle in order to avoid contact. When he reaches the ring he withdraws his wipes from his pockets and starts to clean the apron. Gingerly, he steps through the ropes and does the same with the turnbuckles on all four corners. He's taking a while, so the crowd boos even louder. Finally, he sprays the mat with the disinfectant and wipes it down.
"And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Zack Ryder, from Live Oak, Florida, weighing in tonight at 267 pounds...Titus O'Neil!!"
Titus marches out to cheers with Zack Ryder by his side. He raises his hands to his mouth and starts doing the dog bark. At the bottom of the ramp he gets into a starting position before breaking into a sprint and hurling himself under the ring ropes. He pounds the mat and then straightens up with both arms in the air as Zack Ryder looks on from ringside and claps.
"For someone who didn't want to compete, Titus O'Neil looks ready to go."
"Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. Even though you might not want to wrestle, you sometimes have to. Might as well do it right. This may be his first step in regaining the 24/7 Championship."
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Titus immediately rushes London and takes him down with a football tackle. London bounces off the mat, but quickly gets back up. He starts to kick Titus' legs, causing O'Neil to stagger. He runs to the ropes, but stops short, not wanting to touch them. As he hesitates, Titus O'Neil steps up behind him and picks him up. London is struggling to get down as Titus hoists him high and slams him down into the mat, all the while screaming "TOUCHDOWWWWWWWWWNNNNN!!!!". He covers him for the pin.
"Here is your winner...Titus O'Neil!!"
"A very impressive showing from O'Neil!"
"I do think the yelling was a bit unnecessary, though."
Titus exits the ring and heads to the back with Zack Ryder slapping him on the back the whole way through. London staggers to the back, dazed.
The camera cuts to the back. Lacey von Erich, Alex Riley, and Cheerleader Melissa are all standing together. Lacey has a microphone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with Alex Riley and Cheerleader Melissa." she says to the camera before turning to Riley. "Alex, you have the chance to become number one contender to the SCW Championship tonight, something that has never happened before. How do you feel about this?"
Riley chuckles a bit before responding.
"Lacey, I want to talk to you about goals. There are several types of goals. Field goals, soccer goals, goals for life, but I want to focus on Goals For The Future. Everyone has them. Some people want to get famous. Some people want to get rich. Some people want to get married. I...want to get gold."
Riley stretches out his arms and flexes. Cheerleader Melissa looks at him in adoration, rubbing his arms. Riley smiles, and continues to speak.
"Look at my body, Lacey. Don't lie to yourself; you want this body. Now listen to my voice. I am smooth, well-spoken. Now recall some of my matches. They are true masterpieces in every sense of the word. You see, Lacey, I am what they call a Rare Breed. I am the complete package.
I want to talk about another word now. That word is Impact. No one else has made such an impact in SCW as I have. I have defeated all comers, and now it's time for me to move to the next phase of this game, and become the next SCW Champion. And I will do so by making an Impact.
Pay close attention tonight, Lacey. You're going to see big things.
And after I win this match, how about you come over to my place and I touch you down?"
Lacey giggles and blushes a bit before walking off. Alex Riley stops staring after her to see that Cheerleader Melissa is staring daggers at him.
"Ugh, I can't believe you said that!" exclaimed Melissa angrily. "Do you not care about me at all?"
"Of course I do, babe, of course I do," says Riley, patting Melissa on the shoulder. "You know I'll love you forever. How about I buy you a nice big diamond after the show?"
Melissa seems placated. She smiles before clinging to Riley and the two walk off screen.
***COMMERCIAL***
The bell rings. Howard Finkel stands in the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the number one contender spot for the SCW Championship!"
"Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Cheerleader Melissa, from Georgetown, Virginia, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds...Alex Riley!!"
The crowd boos as Riley and Melissa exit the curtain. Melissa starts jumping around and cheering, performing cheerleading moves as she follows Alex Riley, who is confidently strutting down the ramp. Melissa shakes her pom-poms wildly as Riley climbs on to the apron. He then motions for her, and she jumps up and holds the ropes open for him. Riley enters the ring, takes Melissa by the hand, and pulls her close to him before going for a deep, over-the-top kiss, which only makes the crowd boo louder.
"Ugh, that's unnecessary," says Styles.
"You're only angry because that's something that will never happen to you," replies Barrett.
Melissa takes Riley's Letterman jacket off before giving his shoulders a quick massage and going to the outside.
"And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 243 pounds...Doink the Clown!!"
The boos from the crowd intensify as Doink rides out on a unicycle, juggling water balloons. He's laughing insanely as he peddles from side to side. The children in the crowd shrink away as he draws nearer them, still juggling. He peddles to one particularly overweight child, still juggling, before pondering for a bit and throwing all of the balloons into the air. They crash into the boy, breaking and showering him with blue liquid. The boy blinks and starts to cry as Doink laughs wildly and continues to ride his unicycle to the ring.
"Paint balloons!" Styles says in disgust.
As the unicycle reaches the ring, Doink abruptly stops it and gets off. There is no more laughter or smile on his face. He rolls his neck around before slowly getting in the ring to stand face-to-face with Riley. They stand with noses touching, staring each other down. The referee separates them and goes to signal to ring the bell, when...
"WAAAAAAAAAIIIIT!!!!"
The music hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Percy Watson comes running down to the ring, one hand held high in the air, holding something shiny. He slides into the ring, causing Doink and Riley to break apart. The referee tries to shove Watson out of the ring, but Showtime waves the shiny object in the ref's face, screaming "I've got the golden ticket, baby! I've got the golden ticket!".
Outside of the ring, a backstage worker comes running towards Howard Finkel, and whispers in his ear. Howard Finkel nods before raising the microphone and speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he says. "I have just been informed that this match is now a triple threat match, and that the third man is "Showtime" Percy Watson!!"
The crowd cheers as Percy Watson looks pleased, and takes his place inside the ring.
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Doink immediately starts by laying into Watson with some vicious right hands. Alex Riley slides behind Showtime and lifts him up before slamming him down, knocking Doink over in the process. Doink gets up and stares at Riley with rage in his eyes, before kicking Showtime in the side. Riley joins in, and Showtime is screaming in agony as blows rain down on him from all sides!
"This is vicious," says Styles. "Showtime's getting creamed!"
Showtime rolls out of the way of Riley's and Doink's boots and outside of the ring. Doink and Riley turn to each other, pause, and then lock up. After struggling for a bit, Riley forcibly breaks and then tackles Doink, who bounces right back up before Riley can, and locks in a brutal-looking submission on him. Riley screams in pain as Doink cinches the hold and wrenches upward. Riley is struggling to reach the ropes in time, but all that is made void when Percy Watson returns and breaks up the hold!
"Wow! I thought Riley was done for there."
"Oh come on, Styles, you can't have thought that the Rare Breed would be out to a submission so quickly..."
Doink turns to Watson, completely serious and full of rage. Watson looks right back at him. Neither men are moving, and Alex Riley is still writhing on the ground. Suddenly, Doink's fist drives right into Watson's face, knocking his glasses clean off. Watson looks down at the glasses, then looks at Doink. The smile drops from his face.
"This...could be bad."
With a roar, Watson dives towards Doink. Doink tries to get out of the way, but Watson has him. Showtime picks him up by the ankles and starts doing an airplane spin, throwing Doink to the outside! He then runs backwards to the ropes, bounces off, and propels himself towards the now-standing form of Alex Riley. Riley, using the swiftness he gained during his time as a football player, dodges as Watson sails past him and into the ropes at the other end. Watson bounces back the other way as Riley holds up a fist. Watson is unable to stop in time, and gets drilled in the stomach.
"Now THAT is working smart!" says Barrett. "That is why Riley is the rare breed."
Watson hunches over but only for a brief second. He steps towards Riley and tries to take him down, but Riley sprawls and reverses, dragging Watson to the left, before picking him up, swinging him around, and clocking the referee in the face with Watson's legs!
Riley tries to toss Watson, but Watson lands on his feet. He immediately starts to pound Riley with forearm after forearm as the crowd roars.
"He's just not letting up! Showtime could win this! He's- Wait, what's going on?"
Five figures have jumped the barricade and are racing towards the ring.
"That's- That's The Spirit Squad!" exclaims Styles. "What the hell are they doing out here?"
Kenny and Johnny are on the outside. They find the body of Doink, who is groaning and starting to get up. They pound him with kicks to the skull and ribs before leaving Doink laying on the ground. Nicky, Mikey, and Mitch are inside the ring, trying to stop Percy Watson. Together they lift him up on their shoulders. Riley takes Watson from them and holds him over his left shoulder, before hitting him with a fireman's carry cutter.
"Hit the Showers!" Joey cries.
"I bet you heard that a lot in your youth, Styles."
The Spirit Squad tears out of the ring to the back. The referee is slowly waking up. He raises his head slowly and sees Alex Riley pinning Percy Watson. He brings his hand down to the mat.
"1...2...3!!!"
Boos rain down as Alex Riley stands in the ring with his hand raised. Cheerleader Melissa enters the ring and rolls Watson out. She then throws her arms around Riley with a look of adulation on her face.
"Here is your winner, and the number 1 contender for the SCW Championship...Alex Riley!!"
"This is just disgusting," Styles says. "Watson had this in the bag, and Riley cheated and stole it all away. What was the Spirit Squad doing out there?
"If you ask me, that was a very smart move. He waited until he wouldn't get caught and then he used the numbers game to great effect. Very good work from the new number one contender. Very good work indeed."
The camera lingers on the prone bodies of Watson and Doink before moving on to Riley and Melissa hugging each other as they stumble to the back, and the show ends.
Episode 1
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The theme plays, the credits roll, fireworks shoot into the sky, and SCW is on the air! The crowd roars its approval as the camera pans around to people holding signs, standing, cheering, waiting for the show to start.
"Hello everyone, and welcome to SCW!"
The camera angle abruptly changes to the one pointed at the announce table, where Joey Styles is seen sitting next to his partner in commentary, Wade Barrett.
"We are one night away removed from an incredible pay-per-view," Styles continues, "which saw Goldust finally realize his dream and take the SCW Championship from his longtime nemesis, Doink the Clown!"
"Ah that's right Styles, and what a match it was," says Barrett. "Of course, that wasn't the only thing to happen. After a long and grueling night, The Hurricane won the 24/7 Championship, and earlier in the night The Spirit Squad defeated Team XTC in the final match of their best-of-five series."
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"Here he comes!"
The music plays. The crowd roars. The arena is bathed in a gold light. Words appear on the titantron.
24-KARAT PICTURES PRESENTS
A SHATTERED DREAMS PRODUCTION
YOUR SCW CHAMPION.
GOLDUST
Goldust comes marching out from the curtain, gold spotlight shining down on him as he lifts the championship high into the air. In the ring, Howard Finkel clears his throat before speaking.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," he says. "Please welcome, the NEW SCW Champion! From Hollywood, California...GOLDUST!"
The Bizarre One continues to walk jerkily down the aisle, doing The Bite and rubbing his championship. He climbs into the ring and takes the mic from Howard Finkel as the music fades.
"They say..." he breathes, "That all that glitters is not gold. They say that Gold begets in brethren hate; Gold in families debate; Gold does friendship separate; Gold does civil wars create. They say that the lust for gold is the last corruption of degenerate man.
They were not talking about me.
I am The Golden One. I have walked the Golden Path, through all of its bumps and twists. It has been a long and hard road, but I have finally won the gold belt. I can smell it. I can feel it. I can hear it. I can taste it...It's mine. Finally, it's mine."
Goldust jerkily looks around at all the members of the crowd. He brings the championship up to his face, and then brings his lips to it. He closes his eyes as his fans cheer. And then...
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"I would like my title back, please." he says, calm as anything.
Goldust stares at Doink, uncomprehending.
"I said," Doink continues. "I want. it. back."
And then, he snaps.
"GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME GIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME!!!" he screams, jumping up and down. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a miniature fire extinguisher as his mood changes again. A smile crosses his face.
"...Please?" he asks sweetly.
The crowd starts to boo as Goldust appears to be thinking about it.
"No." Goldust replies. The crowd voices its approval. Doink's face changes once more, to a look of pure venom.
"Give me a rematch, Goldie." he says, "or so help me, I will destroy you from the inside out."
Goldust and Doink glare at each other for a few moments, before Goldust turns and leaves, not saying a word.
"Wait, wait, wait!"
Everyone pauses to look at the titantron, where the General Manager of SCW, Sandy Scunthorpe, has appeared.
"NOW THAT'S NO FUN AT ALL!" he says, a maniacal grin on his face. "Doink, you had a good run with the title, and logically you'd be the number one contender, but I don't know...I think we need to make things more fun! I'm thinking that tonight, you'll compete in a match to decide the next number one contender."
The camera zooms out from his face, to reveal a strange hissing and clinking machine behind him. Tentacles extend every which way, and from deep within we can hear the rumble of gears turning. Scunthorpe backs up to stand next to it.
"THIS, ladies and gentlemen, is the Number One Contender Decider 5000! Using the latest in S....horpian technology, it will pick Doink's opponent for the Number One Contendership match. Watch!!"
He takes a quarter out of his pocket, moves his hands to the machine, and with a flourish drops the quarter into the coin slot. Immediately, the lights dim, and the machine starts clanking loudly. Metal arms fly every which way as the machine works. One arm holding a pencil starts scribbling furiously on a piece of paper. Finally, with a small dinging noise, a card drops out from a hole at the bottom of the machine. Scunthorpe bends down, picks it up, and unfolds it.
"Fabulous!" he exclaims. "Doink, the man you will be facing tonight is none other than...
ALEX RILEY!"
The crowd boos loudly as Doink stares, emotionless, at the titantron, which has changed to display the graphics for the main event.
The camera cuts back to the commentary table.
"Wow!" says Styles. "What a huge match!"
"It certainly is, Styles," replies Barrett. "Let's just hope The Varsity Villain can stand the games of that freak Doink."
The Hurricane is shown walking to the ring backstage, 24/7 Championship slung over his shoulder, Mighty Molly by his side.
"We'll have to find out tonight." says Styles. "But first, we have a title defense! Our new 24/7 Champion, The Hurricane, is set to go one on one with his first challenger, next!"
***COMMERCIAL***
The bell rings, and Howard Finkel starts the introductions.
"The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the 24/7 Championship!"
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"Introducing first, the challenger! From Washington D.C., weighing in at 245 pounds...Dr. Kazarian Steel!"
Steel is out in his labcoat, clipboard in hand. He has a painful-looking smile plastered on his face as he goes around to all the kids and starts talking to them. He writes things on his clipboard at lightning speeds before tearing the pieces of paper from it and handing them to the kids. He is twitchy and jittery as he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring. The smile becomes more of a leer as he stares into the crowd.
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"And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Mighty Molly, from Smithfield, North Carolina and weighing in at 191 pounds...he is the current 24/7 Champion...The Hurricane!!"
The Hurricane and Mighty Molly dash out of the curtain together to resounding cheers. The Hurricane has his championship fastened securely around his waist, but he unbuckles it as he and his sidekick race towards the ring before leaping into the air and landing on the apron. The Hurricane spreads his arms wide and holds his championship aloft as his cape flaps in the breeze and the crowd cheers. Mighty Molly gives Hurricane's arm a squeeze before heading down to the floor to be at ringside.
As the music fades, the bell rings, and the match begins. Hurricane and Steel circle each other momentarily before tying up at the same time. After a small struggle where neither goes anywhere, Hurricane drops low to take Steel down. Steel quickly gets back up before The Hurricane can do anything, and punches Hurricane square in the face. Hurricane staggers back and hits the rope. Using the slack in the ropes, Hurricane propels himself into Steel, chest-to-chest, knocking his opponent down.
"Innovative use of the ropes there," says Styles.
"That's right, Styles," Barrett replies. "It certainly was making the best of a bad situation...one that the champion shouldn't have even been in in the first place."
The Hurricane is on top of the turnbuckle, waiting for Steel to stand up. As soon as he does, The Hurricane leaps forward, hitting Steel with a huge cross body, covering him! The referee slaps his hand to the mat.
"1...2..." he starts to count, but Steel kicks out. He rolls out of the ring, seemingly in order to give him some recuperation time. Grabbing his clipboard, he walks up to Mighty Molly, who eyes him apprehensively. Steel stares at her pensively for a very long time before turning around and starting to write on his clipboard. Molly looks over Steel's shoulder, and a horrified look crosses her face as she sees what he's writing. She spins him around and slaps him, hard, across the face. Steel is rocked, dazed, trying to shake it off. Then he looks to the ring, and his eyes grow wide.
"The Hurricane is on top of the turnbuckle!" says Styles.
"He will fly tonight."
And fly he does. The Hurricane launches himself off of the top turnbuckle, driving himself into Steel. They two men crash into the ground and skid slightly before The Hurricane rolls off of Steel, holding his ribs. He stand up slowly, breathing hard, before motioning to Mighty Molly to help him pick Steel up and roll him into the ring. The Hurricane slides in afterwards, pushing Steel into the center. He stands over him, staring at Steel's prone body for a few seconds, before extending his arm and wrapping his hand around Steel's neck. Hurricane jerks Steel onto his feet, and raises his free hand in the air.
"Is he doing what I think he's doing?"
The Hurricane tugs on Steel, apparently trying to lift him in the air. However, it's all to no avail. The Hurricane glances at the sky, calling on unseen forces, before hoisting Steel up and planting him with a thunderous chokeslam!
"Oh my God!" squals Styles. "We've never seen him do that before! He actually chokeslammed Steel!"
The Hurricane covers Steel. The ref is counting.
"1...2...3!!!"
The crowd cheers as Mighty Molly enters the ring, runs to The Hurricane, and raises his hand in the air. The referee hand Hurricane his championship back, and Hurricane buckles it back around his waist.
"Here is your winner, and STILL 24/7 Champion...The Hurricane!!"
"I can't believe it. Who knew that The Hurricane had super strength like that?"
"He may be small - very, very small - but that was quite impressive."
"Wait, what the hell is that?"
Two figures are standing on top of the Titantron. The taller one nods to the smaller one before grabbing a rope and swinging to the ring. As the figures land in the ring, we can see that they are none other than Paul and Katie Lea Burchill. Paul signals to the referee, and then looks at The Hurricane with longing in his eyes.
"He's asking for a match. The referee is there, the champion is there, there's nothing The Hurricane can do!"
The bell rings, and Paul tries to knock the Hurricane down. However, The Hurricane is too quick for him. He jumps out of the ring, grabs Mighty Molly by the hand, and runs out of there, with the Burchills hot on their heels. All through the backstage they run, until Hurricane puts on an extra burst of speed, runs down the hallway, and vanishes from view. Paul tries to give chase, but no matter where he looks, he can't find the champion.
"Damn and blast!" swears Paul. "We've lost 'im."
He walks up to the locker room and opens the door to find 3 Count sitting and laughing on a bench. They stare at Burchill as he enters.
"Aye, mateys," Paul says. "Ye didn't happen to see The Hurricane come a-dashing through here, did ye?"
The members of 3 Count look at each other.
"No," replies Shane.
Paul Burchill sighs.
"Bugger."
He leaves the locker room.
***COMMERCIAL***
We return from commercial to see Paul London's masked face taking up most of the frame. His eyes are closed and his face is pointed to the ceiling. He appears to be irritated. The camera slowly zooms out to reveal that he is standing in front of a women's bathroom door. He opens his eyes and whispers to himself.
"Lord, give me strength..."
He places his hands by his side. His movements, speech, and mannerisms are all very wooden and stilted. As he lowers his head, the bathroom door opens, and Lacey von Erich exits. She smooths her trousers before reaching over and grabbing a microphone from offscreen.
"Sorry about that," she says, before stopping. London is glaring at her. "Um...is there a problem?"
London says nothing at first, then speaks in a halting voice.
"Did you wash your hands?"
"Um...yes?" Lacey seems confused. London's right eye twitches slightly.
"With what?" he asks, anger slowly filling his voice.
"Soap and water?"
London's eyes flash in rage. He plunges one of his gloved hands in his pocket and grabs Lacey's wrist with the other one, causing her to scream and try to pull away. From his pocket he draws a sanitary wipe, and he starts forcibly wiping down Lacey's hands.
"Filthy! Disgusting! Dirty! Disease-ridden!" he screams, rubbing harder and harder with his wipe. "Unclean! Vile! ****E!!"
The crowd boos loudly as he releases Lacey, pushes her away, and storms off, leaving Lacey to massage her hands and blink back tears.
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The camera cuts to Sandy Scunthorpe's office. The man himself is standing, examining a strange globe featuring fictional countries. There is a knock at the door.
"Come in!" Scunthorpe calls. The door opens, and "Showtime" Percy Watson enters, a smile on his face. The crowd cheers.
"Ah, Showtime," says Scunthorpe, smiling. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, baby," replies Showtime, "I was just thinkin'. I know you made that machine you got over there to inject some new blood in the SCW Title scene baby, and I'm cool with that. But I was thinking, what if you wanted to make things even more interesting and inject more new blood into the match, know what I'm sayin'?"
"I do," Scunthorpe says. "You're saying you want a shot at the number one contendership spot."
Showtime nods. Scunthorpe appears to think about it for a second, before calling over a staff member and whispering in his ear. The staff member nods and runs off.
"So what do you say, Sandy baby?" asks Showtime. Scunthorpe has a mad gleam in his eye as he responds.
"I have just instructed Stan to hide a golden ticket somewhere in this building. You are to wait half an hour, and then search for it. If you can find it, I'll let you in the match."
"OH YEAH!!" Showtime exclaims, pumping his fist in the air. "Thank you baby, I won't let you down!"
He runs off. The camera transitions to the commentators.
"An interesting development," says Styles.
"Stupid, I'd call it," Barrett sniffs. "What is the purpose of having a young and athletic man like Percy Watson go through some silly challenge in order to prove himself worthy of a spot in the main event?"
"I'm sure the GM has some good reasons," says Styles.
"Or he's completely mental."
"Or that. But nevermind him, it's time for the very first women's match in SCW history!"
The bell rings.
"The following matchup is scheduled for one fall!"
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"Introducing first, from Roveredo in Piano, Italy...Serena Mancini!!"
Serena Mancini makes her way out of the curtain with one hand holding onto the rim of her fedora. She walks flirtatiously down the ramp before sliding into the ring, standing up, and bending over the ropes on all four sides of the ring. People in the front row whistle as her cleavage is exposed.
"I suppose some people don't value their lives..." mutters Barrett.
"She's extremely attractive, though..." says Styles.
"Yeah, well the prospect that her father watches this show isn't!"
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"And her opponent, from Mt. Olympus, "The Colossus"...Beth Phoenix!!"
Out comes Beth Phoenix to the sounds of the horns. She marches purposefully towards the ring, looking neither left nor right. She climbs up the steel steps, steps over the ropes, and stands in the center of the ring, looking out to the audience. She stretches both hands wide as though to draw attention to her physique.
"And here we have an incredible physical specimen," Styles remarks. "One of the strongest women wrestlers in the world, able to lift almost 400 pounds!"
Barrett groans. "She's going to kill poor Serena, and then it'll our necks on the line..."
The bell rings, and the match starts. Serena attempts to start off my striking Phoenix with a forearm. The blow glances off of Phoenix's chest, not even causing her to flinch. Confused, Serena tries again. Once more, it has no effect. Frustrated, she tries to kick Phoenix. Phoenix grabs Serena's leg and tugs it, causing Serena to fall over. She bends down and hoists Serena on her shoulders. However, before Phoenix can slam Serena, Serena manages to struggle her way out of the hold and into a sleeper position. She clamps a sleeper hold on Beth Phoenix!
"Yeah! Did you see that?! What a great counter by Mancini!"
Beth Phoenix is staggering as Serena cinches the hold tighter. She stumbles over to the ropes and grabs hold, and the referee forces Serena to break the hold. Serena complies, and heads over to the opposite corner of the ring. She bends down. Joey Styles clears his throat and starts fumbling with his papers.
"Oh for the love of- Don't tell me..." sighs Barrett.
"What?" asks Styles indignantly. "I can't help it if God was kind to her!"
"Will you shut up? She could get a team of mobsters to rub us out if you continue like this!"
Beth Phoenix is standing tall again. She walks to the middle of the ring when suddenly Serena launches herself out of the corner and lands a massive spear on Phoenix, actually knocking her off her feet!
"No way!" squeals Styles. "I have to teach my wife to do that!"
"I didn't know you were into sadomasochism, Styles." remarks Barrett. He then turns to his partner incredulously. "Wait..You're married?"
Serena goes for the pin. The referee counts to 2, but Phoenix sits up and shoves Serena off of her. She picks Serena up, only to clothesline her back to the mat. She does it again, and then hoists the now non-moving Serena onto her shoulders before delivering a powerbomb. She covers Serena, and the referee counts to 3.
"Here is your winner, Beth Phoenix!!"
"Well, it was nice knowing all of you."
"Serena would have won that one if she were facing anyone else, Barrett."
"I'm well aware. Not a bad match for SCW's first foray into women's wrestling, except for the ending where Don Mancini finds us all and rubs us out."
As Beth is leaving the ring, the camera cuts to backstage, where Michael Cole is standing with Titus O'Neil and Zack Ryder.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," says Cole, an ingratiating smile plastered on his face. "I'm here with Titus O'Neil to discuss his plans after losing the 24/7 Championship on Sunday. So, Titus, after your horrible loss on Sunday, what is next for you in your life?"
"Well, Cole, I plan to work my way back into the title hunt and go for it again," replies Titus.
"Don't listen to him, bro," Ryder cuts in. "He's just being modest! He's obviously going to go pulverize some peeps and take that belt back. I mean, have you seen the size of this guy? He's more than just jacked...he's Zacked!"
"Thanks, man, but really I-" Titus starts to mumble, but suddenly a commotion from offscreen stops him in midsentence.
"This place is loathsome!"
A hissing sound fills the air, and a mist starts to gather, causing all three men to cough. Paul London makes his way onscreen, spraying disinfectant all over the place.
"You should all be ashamed of yourselves! Don't you have any idea what cleanliness is?"
"Hey!" exclaims Ryder. "Are you serious, bro? You just got spray in my buddy Titus' eyes! You could have hurt him!"
"Nah dude, I'll be fine," says Titus, wiping his eyes. "It's not a big-"
"Yes it is a big deal, bro! That's not cool, not cool at all! It pisses me off!
Hey, London!"
Paul London looks into Ryder's eyes.
"Yes?" he asks.
"How about we have a match? You vs. Titus O'Neil. Next."
You can see by London's eyes that he's smiling.
"I look forward to it."
He walks off.
Titus turns to Ryder.
"I dunno, Zack, I didn't really want to be in a match tonight."
"You'll be fine, bro, just go out there, do your thing, and crush that weirdo."
***COMMERCIAL***
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall!"
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"Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing in at 205 pounds...Paul London!!"
The crowd boos loudly as Paul London exits from the curtain and the music swells. He holds the can of disinfectant in his hand and is spraying it as he makes his way down the aisle. He shudders and backs away as people try to touch him, eventually breaking into a run directly down the middle of the aisle in order to avoid contact. When he reaches the ring he withdraws his wipes from his pockets and starts to clean the apron. Gingerly, he steps through the ropes and does the same with the turnbuckles on all four corners. He's taking a while, so the crowd boos even louder. Finally, he sprays the mat with the disinfectant and wipes it down.
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"And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Zack Ryder, from Live Oak, Florida, weighing in tonight at 267 pounds...Titus O'Neil!!"
Titus marches out to cheers with Zack Ryder by his side. He raises his hands to his mouth and starts doing the dog bark. At the bottom of the ramp he gets into a starting position before breaking into a sprint and hurling himself under the ring ropes. He pounds the mat and then straightens up with both arms in the air as Zack Ryder looks on from ringside and claps.
"For someone who didn't want to compete, Titus O'Neil looks ready to go."
"Sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do. Even though you might not want to wrestle, you sometimes have to. Might as well do it right. This may be his first step in regaining the 24/7 Championship."
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Titus immediately rushes London and takes him down with a football tackle. London bounces off the mat, but quickly gets back up. He starts to kick Titus' legs, causing O'Neil to stagger. He runs to the ropes, but stops short, not wanting to touch them. As he hesitates, Titus O'Neil steps up behind him and picks him up. London is struggling to get down as Titus hoists him high and slams him down into the mat, all the while screaming "TOUCHDOWWWWWWWWWNNNNN!!!!". He covers him for the pin.
"Here is your winner...Titus O'Neil!!"
"A very impressive showing from O'Neil!"
"I do think the yelling was a bit unnecessary, though."
Titus exits the ring and heads to the back with Zack Ryder slapping him on the back the whole way through. London staggers to the back, dazed.
The camera cuts to the back. Lacey von Erich, Alex Riley, and Cheerleader Melissa are all standing together. Lacey has a microphone in one hand and a bottle of water in the other.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am here with Alex Riley and Cheerleader Melissa." she says to the camera before turning to Riley. "Alex, you have the chance to become number one contender to the SCW Championship tonight, something that has never happened before. How do you feel about this?"
Riley chuckles a bit before responding.
"Lacey, I want to talk to you about goals. There are several types of goals. Field goals, soccer goals, goals for life, but I want to focus on Goals For The Future. Everyone has them. Some people want to get famous. Some people want to get rich. Some people want to get married. I...want to get gold."
Riley stretches out his arms and flexes. Cheerleader Melissa looks at him in adoration, rubbing his arms. Riley smiles, and continues to speak.
"Look at my body, Lacey. Don't lie to yourself; you want this body. Now listen to my voice. I am smooth, well-spoken. Now recall some of my matches. They are true masterpieces in every sense of the word. You see, Lacey, I am what they call a Rare Breed. I am the complete package.
I want to talk about another word now. That word is Impact. No one else has made such an impact in SCW as I have. I have defeated all comers, and now it's time for me to move to the next phase of this game, and become the next SCW Champion. And I will do so by making an Impact.
Pay close attention tonight, Lacey. You're going to see big things.
And after I win this match, how about you come over to my place and I touch you down?"
Lacey giggles and blushes a bit before walking off. Alex Riley stops staring after her to see that Cheerleader Melissa is staring daggers at him.
"Ugh, I can't believe you said that!" exclaimed Melissa angrily. "Do you not care about me at all?"
"Of course I do, babe, of course I do," says Riley, patting Melissa on the shoulder. "You know I'll love you forever. How about I buy you a nice big diamond after the show?"
Melissa seems placated. She smiles before clinging to Riley and the two walk off screen.
***COMMERCIAL***
The bell rings. Howard Finkel stands in the center of the ring and raises the microphone to his lips.
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the number one contender spot for the SCW Championship!"
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"Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Cheerleader Melissa, from Georgetown, Virginia, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds...Alex Riley!!"
The crowd boos as Riley and Melissa exit the curtain. Melissa starts jumping around and cheering, performing cheerleading moves as she follows Alex Riley, who is confidently strutting down the ramp. Melissa shakes her pom-poms wildly as Riley climbs on to the apron. He then motions for her, and she jumps up and holds the ropes open for him. Riley enters the ring, takes Melissa by the hand, and pulls her close to him before going for a deep, over-the-top kiss, which only makes the crowd boo louder.
"Ugh, that's unnecessary," says Styles.
"You're only angry because that's something that will never happen to you," replies Barrett.
Melissa takes Riley's Letterman jacket off before giving his shoulders a quick massage and going to the outside.
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"And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 243 pounds...Doink the Clown!!"
The boos from the crowd intensify as Doink rides out on a unicycle, juggling water balloons. He's laughing insanely as he peddles from side to side. The children in the crowd shrink away as he draws nearer them, still juggling. He peddles to one particularly overweight child, still juggling, before pondering for a bit and throwing all of the balloons into the air. They crash into the boy, breaking and showering him with blue liquid. The boy blinks and starts to cry as Doink laughs wildly and continues to ride his unicycle to the ring.
"Paint balloons!" Styles says in disgust.
As the unicycle reaches the ring, Doink abruptly stops it and gets off. There is no more laughter or smile on his face. He rolls his neck around before slowly getting in the ring to stand face-to-face with Riley. They stand with noses touching, staring each other down. The referee separates them and goes to signal to ring the bell, when...
"WAAAAAAAAAIIIIT!!!!"
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The music hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Percy Watson comes running down to the ring, one hand held high in the air, holding something shiny. He slides into the ring, causing Doink and Riley to break apart. The referee tries to shove Watson out of the ring, but Showtime waves the shiny object in the ref's face, screaming "I've got the golden ticket, baby! I've got the golden ticket!".
Outside of the ring, a backstage worker comes running towards Howard Finkel, and whispers in his ear. Howard Finkel nods before raising the microphone and speaking.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he says. "I have just been informed that this match is now a triple threat match, and that the third man is "Showtime" Percy Watson!!"
The crowd cheers as Percy Watson looks pleased, and takes his place inside the ring.
The bell rings, and the match is underway. Doink immediately starts by laying into Watson with some vicious right hands. Alex Riley slides behind Showtime and lifts him up before slamming him down, knocking Doink over in the process. Doink gets up and stares at Riley with rage in his eyes, before kicking Showtime in the side. Riley joins in, and Showtime is screaming in agony as blows rain down on him from all sides!
"This is vicious," says Styles. "Showtime's getting creamed!"
Showtime rolls out of the way of Riley's and Doink's boots and outside of the ring. Doink and Riley turn to each other, pause, and then lock up. After struggling for a bit, Riley forcibly breaks and then tackles Doink, who bounces right back up before Riley can, and locks in a brutal-looking submission on him. Riley screams in pain as Doink cinches the hold and wrenches upward. Riley is struggling to reach the ropes in time, but all that is made void when Percy Watson returns and breaks up the hold!
"Wow! I thought Riley was done for there."
"Oh come on, Styles, you can't have thought that the Rare Breed would be out to a submission so quickly..."
Doink turns to Watson, completely serious and full of rage. Watson looks right back at him. Neither men are moving, and Alex Riley is still writhing on the ground. Suddenly, Doink's fist drives right into Watson's face, knocking his glasses clean off. Watson looks down at the glasses, then looks at Doink. The smile drops from his face.
"This...could be bad."
With a roar, Watson dives towards Doink. Doink tries to get out of the way, but Watson has him. Showtime picks him up by the ankles and starts doing an airplane spin, throwing Doink to the outside! He then runs backwards to the ropes, bounces off, and propels himself towards the now-standing form of Alex Riley. Riley, using the swiftness he gained during his time as a football player, dodges as Watson sails past him and into the ropes at the other end. Watson bounces back the other way as Riley holds up a fist. Watson is unable to stop in time, and gets drilled in the stomach.
"Now THAT is working smart!" says Barrett. "That is why Riley is the rare breed."
Watson hunches over but only for a brief second. He steps towards Riley and tries to take him down, but Riley sprawls and reverses, dragging Watson to the left, before picking him up, swinging him around, and clocking the referee in the face with Watson's legs!
Riley tries to toss Watson, but Watson lands on his feet. He immediately starts to pound Riley with forearm after forearm as the crowd roars.
"He's just not letting up! Showtime could win this! He's- Wait, what's going on?"
Five figures have jumped the barricade and are racing towards the ring.
"That's- That's The Spirit Squad!" exclaims Styles. "What the hell are they doing out here?"
Kenny and Johnny are on the outside. They find the body of Doink, who is groaning and starting to get up. They pound him with kicks to the skull and ribs before leaving Doink laying on the ground. Nicky, Mikey, and Mitch are inside the ring, trying to stop Percy Watson. Together they lift him up on their shoulders. Riley takes Watson from them and holds him over his left shoulder, before hitting him with a fireman's carry cutter.
"Hit the Showers!" Joey cries.
"I bet you heard that a lot in your youth, Styles."
The Spirit Squad tears out of the ring to the back. The referee is slowly waking up. He raises his head slowly and sees Alex Riley pinning Percy Watson. He brings his hand down to the mat.
"1...2...3!!!"
Boos rain down as Alex Riley stands in the ring with his hand raised. Cheerleader Melissa enters the ring and rolls Watson out. She then throws her arms around Riley with a look of adulation on her face.
"Here is your winner, and the number 1 contender for the SCW Championship...Alex Riley!!"
"This is just disgusting," Styles says. "Watson had this in the bag, and Riley cheated and stole it all away. What was the Spirit Squad doing out there?
"If you ask me, that was a very smart move. He waited until he wouldn't get caught and then he used the numbers game to great effect. Very good work from the new number one contender. Very good work indeed."
The camera lingers on the prone bodies of Watson and Doink before moving on to Riley and Melissa hugging each other as they stumble to the back, and the show ends.
