SCW

[The Doctor]

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 Scunthorpian 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!"​

 

[The Doctor]

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.​

 

[The Doctor]

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."​

 

[Remix]

I loved all of those parts, but part 3 takes the cake. Partially because Serena Mancini is fucking awesome on SO many levels, partially because germaphobe Paul London is totally awesome, but mostly because you absolutely NAILED Barrett during Mancini's match. Everything from his fear of Mancini to his dry wit. Perfect man.

 

[The Doctor]

"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.​

 

[The Doctor]

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.​

 

[Viola Moonlight]

As promised, here is the feedback:

This is probably the BEST formatting I have seen done in this area in a long time. I'm guessing you learned a thing or two from RPing in WZCW create this. Considering how small the paragraphs are, it's a good idea to centre them. Makes it more interesting. The ratio of humour and seriousness really works, where the wrestling shows how good these guys can be... but the storylines and gimmicks presented give a lot of laughs in ways that make sense and ties the ratio together. So many times did I chuckle when reading the scripts... I can't believe you are actually doing a watered-down (pun if you want it) version of your suggested Lacey von Erich gimmick... big nostalgic lulz here. And the commentating duo... oh god damn, great chemistry.

Everything works here. It's an unusual BT never done before in the BT area, so it's something fresh. People WILL want to read this. Considering how well it's written, people WILL continue to read this. Excellent work here.

 

[TSG]

This is easily the most...ususual Book This product I have seen, and in saying that I will also say only you could make this work Doc. And you did make it work, and made it work good.

I like how you have done something with professional wrestling which desperately needs to be done: miz in some comedy. What you are doing here reminds me of what they do with CHIKARA. You just took a bunch of wacky and fun characters, took some comedy and mixed it with the seriousness of professional wrestling, and made it an entertaining product. It is something fresh and new, and I enjoyed reading it and will continue to read it.

The formatting is different, but it is very good. There are many different ways to format and make a show look good, and you found one of them. Good formatting plus a well-written show makes it easier to read, and that is what resulted here.

Keep up the good work, and I'll be reading.

 

[Bernkastel]

It's been a while since I've reviewed a BTB...

Goldust promo

Goldust is one of those characters that could really go either way, he was great as a heel during his Intercontinental championship run. He's always always been underutilized as a face, so it's cool to see him interpreted as a mainstable.

Kind of disappointed in your interpretation of Doink the Clown; I thought you'd protray him as demented like the Joker, or even horrifying like It.

I understand it's supposed to be silly... but I though that was the point of making Goldust the face

Hurricane vs Kazarian

I don't care for Kazarian at all, so I was glad to see him lose. It was a mark out moment to see the Hurricane use the chokeslam to end the match. Great stuff...

Plus it's great to see the Mighty Molly character again.


Showtyme segment

Percy Watson's going to be huge in the WWE one day (granted he doesn't screw things up like Kennedy and Jeff Hardy did) so it's great to see someone else in the title picture in SCW besides the usuals in WWE and TNA.

Serena vs Beth

I don't know if it was intentional; but Beth's strength is greatly exaggerated. Chyna in her prime had a max out of 365, and she was much stronger than Pheonix. It's just hard to picture the match if the interpretation of Beth's body is different from what is seen on TV.

Otherwise the match was pretty good, the spots flowed, and there wasn't anything unnecessary.

Paul London segment and match

Even though the germaphobe gimmick may have been done before, having it protrayed by someone like Paul London is unique. I applaud you Doc, you actually found a way for me to like Paul London.

What I did not like was the squash... I found it to be pointless considering that Titus O Neal doesn't have a single thing going for him... so feeding one of your more interesting heels in London to him made no sense.

Triple threat main event

This was the best match of the show, Alex Riley fits perfectly as the rising heel, and you capture Percy Watson so well that the chemistry between the two will be perfect for SCW's first major feud.

The only bad thing... the Spirit Squad

I was hoping to see Dolph Ziggler in SCW

Main event was a solid Triple Threat which saw each character getting a decent amount of focus, and attention.

Overall

The shows format is easy to read, and the dialouge is even color coordinated. I've never seen Barrett as a commentator, so SCW is the first.

The text is neatly arranged, and double spaced (which for me is a huge deal, I won't read shows that are jumbled together with no order.)

I give your first show an overall score of 3.5/ 5

solid first show, Doc

 

[The Doctor]

SCW 8/9/10

The show opens with Howard Finkel standing in the middle of the ring. There is no theme, and no pyro. He raises the microphone to his mouth.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he says, “please welcome, The Spirit Squad!!”


Boos shower down as The Spirit Squad comes leaping down the ramp. Mikey waves his pom-poms in the air as Kenny and Johnny blast their air horns and Nicky and Mitch jump around cheering.

“Welcome to SCW, ladies and gentlemen, and it seems we're starting off with some answers. I am Joey Styles alongside my partner Wade Barrett, and last week as we went off the air we saw what I can only call a travesty as The Spirit Squad interfered in the number one contendership match between Alex Riley, Percy Watson, and Doink the Clown.”

“That's right, Styles. The Spirit Squad helped Riley grab the victory, in a smart move that I can't help but praise.”

“Praise? Why would you want to praise it? They ruined a perfectly good match!”

“It's strength in numbers, Styles. Using your friends wisely. That's something you wouldn't know much about, I'm sure, considering you've probably had one friend in your life, if that. Now shut up, they're getting ready to cheer!”

The Squad makes their way down the ramp, leaping and running, yelling cheers at the crowd. As they reach the bottom of the ramp, they one-by-one take a flying leap over the top rope and into the ring. Landing on their feet, they organize themselves into a line and start doing a cheer routine, with synchronized stepping and much waving of the arms.

“Give me an A!”

“Give me an L!”

“Give me an E!”

“Give me an X!”

“Give me an R!” “I!” “L!” “E!” “Y!”

“What does that spell?”

”ALEX RILEY!!”

The crowd boos its hardest as Alex Riley and Cheerleader Melissa stroll down the ramp, Riley looking cocky as usual, Melissa rubbing his shoulders and staring adoringly at her boyfriend's face. He walks to the ring and pulls the ropes down for Melissa to get in. She then reciprocates, and they embrace in the ring to the applause of the Spirit Squad and the jeering of the crowd. Riley picks up a microphone from Howard Finkel, and the music fades.

“Hello, ladies and gentlemen!” he says. “How are we all doing tonight?”

The crowd boos in response. Riley smiles, before continuing his speech.

“Now, I'm sure you're all wondering what happened last week. You all just can't believe your eyes. You're wondering how it could be possible – possible that I, Alex Riley, managed to defeat a former SCW champion and a top contender all by myself.”

The crowd is incensed at his smugness, and they voice their displeasure, loudly. Alex Riley takes no notice, and only smirks wider than ever.

“...Well,” he continues, “I had a little help from my friends.”

He gestures towards the Spirit Squad, who blow their air horns and wave their pom poms.

“You may be wondering why I of all people would be associating with a group of male cheerleaders. Surely a popular, athletic, talented stud like me wouldn't be hanging with them? Well, that's where you're wrong. I don't read much, but you know what they say: Don't judge a book by its cover.

On the outside, these five are male cheerleaders, things to laugh at. But on the inside, if you look past the surface, you will see that they are five talented athletes. They are young, they are athletic, they are good-looking, and they hate the dorks that populate SCW. They are just like me.

I have an eye for talent. I sought these men out. And together we formed an alliance. A friendship. A clique. No, not just a clique, but The Clique. The Clique dedicated to ridding SCW from the freaks, geeks, and weirdos that populate it while I ride my path to becoming the next SCW Champion.”

He hands the microphone to Cheerleader Melissa. The crowd is furious, booing their lungs out.

“And speaking of dorks,” she says. “We're going to make an example of one right now. Nicky, if you would.”

Nicky nods, and runs to the back. Thirty seconds later...


...he comes out, pushing Drew McIntyre to the ring. The rest of the Spirit Squad jump out to help out, as Alex Riley looks on and smirks. They hoist the struggling McIntyre on their shoulders and throw him into the ring as a referee makes his way down to the ring. The spirit Squad slides into the ring and holds McIntyre in place as the referee signals for the bell and the six-on-one handicap match is underway.

Immediately, the Spirit Squad lay into McIntyre, beating him down. He can't defend himself as their punches and kicks rain down. When McIntyre has been beaten to the ground, each member grabs an arm, a leg, or his head, and start swinging him up and down.

“One! Two! Three!”

On three, the Spirit Squad throws McIntyre high into the air. He comes crashing down with a thud, where he screams and clutches his back. The Squad then picks him back up and carries him to the still smug form of Alex Riley. They place him on Riley's shoulders. Riley looks at the crowd, just for a brief moment, before hitting McIntyre with the fireman's carry cutter he calls Hit The Showers. He stands up and places a foot on McIntyre's chest as the Spirit Squad applauds. The ref begins to count.

“One...two...three!”

The bell rings and the crowd boos as Alex Riley's music begins to play. He grabs a microphone from Howard Finkel before the Fink can announce him the winner. Riley looks directly into the camera.

“Goldust...” he says. “You're next.”

He drops the microphone and leaves, Melissa and the Spirit Squad by his side, crowd booing loudly the whole walk down.

The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“That's an interesting new development,” says Styles.

“Once again, it's a smart one,” Barrett replies. “That's utilizing strength in numbers and everything Riley said about The Spirit Squad is true.”

“That may be, but let's not focus on that now. We have a show to run down! Tonight we have some great matches planned, including our main event, where SCW Champion Goldust has his first title defense against Big Bully Busick!”

“And that's not all, Styles, because we also have ourselves a women's grudge match, where Mighty Molly takes on Katie Lea Burchill in order to avenge the Burchills' attack on The Hurricane last week.”

“All this and more, when SCW returns!”​

 

[The Doctor]

We return from commercial to find ourselves in a dark room. Nothing much can be seen in the shadows, though the hum of computers can be heard. Slowly, a soft green light fills the place to illuminate a secret lair. The light is coming from a wall of screens that have just been switched on, showing the place as a reasonably large space. A car stands parked next to a garage door on the right. A large couch sits behind a control panel in front of the screens. Then we see the large “H” logo on the wall. We are in The Hurricave.

After a few seconds, the glow gets bright enough that we can see the two figures sitting on the couch: The Hurricane and Mighty Molly. They are examining the screens, which are showing Paul and Katie Lea Burchill having matches, cutting promos, and simply walking around backstage. After a while, The Hurricane speaks up.

“Molly...” he says. "The time has come for me to go."

Mighty Molly looks at him in alarm.

“What do you mean?” she asks, her voice trembling. The Hurricane looks at her sideways.

“It's time for me to go out into the big city and fight some crime, of course. What did you think I meant?”

Mighty Molly breathed a sigh of relief. “N- nothing. Just...nothing.”

“I'm entrusting my title belt to you. Keep the hideout safe while I am on my journeys.”

The Hurricane gets up from the couch and swings to The Hurri-pole. He pauses before sliding down.

“In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight! I fight for things that are good and true, and evil must stand back! And let The Hurricane come through!”

And he slides down the pole.

The camera cuts back to the arena.

“Oh, that Hurricane,” says Styles. “Too much crime, too little time.”

“Oh, how clever, you made a rhyme,” sniffs Barrett.

The bell rings.

“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”


“Introducing first, at a combined weight of 393 pounds, representing 3 Count, ”Sugar” Shane and Shannon!!”

The crowd cheers as all three members of 3 Count enter, dancing to the music. The lights are flashing all different colors, from green, to white, to blue, to red, to orange, and back to green again. They're all holding microphones. Shane holds his up to his mouth as the music fades.

“Hello, everybody!!” he says. “I want you all to get on your feet, as we treat you to the ultimate aural orgasm, a delight for the senses, the melodious sounds of our voices...ladies and gentlemen, give it up for 3 Count!!”

The audience cheers as the music resumes. 3 Count are dancing to the ring, singing all the way.

“Get up on your feet!
Put your hands together!
Sing along with 3 Count!
We'll party on forever!”

They slide into the ring.

“We like the Backstreet Boys! N'Sync too!
Britney Spears is kinda cute!
We watch TRL on MTV!
Everybody 3 Count, one two three!”

Shane holds up a finger.

“One!”

Evan holds up two.

“Two!”

Shannon holds up three.

“THREE!!!”

The crowd is singing along with them as they look to get ready for another verse, but suddenly their music is interrupted.


“And their opponents, weighing in tonight at 450 pounds...Trent Barretta & Caylen Croft - The Dudebusters!”

The Dudebusters walk slowly out. They're huddled together, and seem to be intensely concentrating on something.

“Is that...a Game Boy?” Styles asks, hardly believing his eyes.
Barrett sighs. “The least they could do is take this seriously...”

The Dudebusters make their way to the ring, still staring at the Game Boy Trent Barretta is playing. He presses the start button before climbing on to the apron and taking his spot. Caylen Croft looks at him for a second before stepping through the ropes and into the ring. Evan and Shannon have left the ring, so it's Shane and Croft starting us off.

The bell rings, and the match is underway. Croft tries to knee Shane in the face, but Shane dodges and spins, coming back with a forearm. It doesn't faze Croft, however, who shrugs off the blow and tries to take Shane down. Shane is caught with a single-leg takedown from Croft, who tries to go for the early pin but only gets a one count. Shane stands up and swings his leg up to kick Croft in the head, connecting in just the right spot to daze him. Shane runs over to his corner and tags in Shannon as Croft is getting his bearings. Shannon gets in the ring, picks up Shane, and throws him at Croft, knocking him off his feet.

“Some intelligent wrestling and teamwork by Shannon and Shane.”
“Oh, so now you're defending ganging up on people?”
Styles says nothing in reply.

Croft is struggling to reach his corner as Shannon taunts him and plays to the crowd. Croft is taking step after step, shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs out of his brain, until finally he reaches his tag team partner – only to find that Barretta is too busy playing his Game Boy to tag in. Croft yells at Barretta, trying to get his attention, but Trent is too engrossed in the game and doesn't even look up. Shannon takes this opportunity to sneak up behind Croft and roll him up. The referee slides behind and counts the pin.

“One...two...three!!”

The bell rings and 3 Count's music begins to play as the crowd cheers.

"Here are your winners...3 Count!!"

“That's what happens when you don't take wrestling seriously. The Dudebusters should have won that match, as they're far more talented than that wannabe-boy-band, but there you are.”
“A good showing by 3 Count, using their teammates and the conditions wisely.”

3 Count is dancing in the ring as Croft is yelling at Barretta, who still isn't paying attention.

The camera cuts to the back, where Alex Riley and The Clique are walking. The crowd boos loudly.

“Hey!”

The boos turn to cheers as Lacey von Erich runs up to them, microphone in her hand. Everyone stops walking and turns to Lacey, who looks in a hurry to leave as she begins to speak.

“Alex, we all know now about The Clique and why it was formed, but my question to you is this: After what Percy Watson said to you on “Showtime With Percy Watson”, are you going to accept his challenge?”

Riley looks slightly bewildered for a second.

“Who?” he asks. The crowd boos. The Clique laughs. Lacey looks annoyed.

“Don't start that with me. You know perfectly well who he is. Answer the question: Yes or no?”

“Considering only losers check out SCW.com, I have no idea what he said.”

Lacey is getting more annoyed by the second as she taps one of her feet rapidly. She grabs a tech guy from offscreen.

“Tim, roll the clip.”

“Yes ma'am!” Tim replies.

"Today, I want to talk about a certain young man who took away one of my biggest opportunities to date. I have had problems with that man in the past, back we both were starting out in this company. I'm sure you know who I'm talking about. That man is Alex Riley."

The audience boos.

"Alex, what you did on SCW went beyond the disrespect you showed to me in the past. You should be ashamed of yourself. The interference by the Spirit Squad was worse than any of the times you've shoved me or otherwise inconvenienced me. We were having a great match, and you had to go and ruin it. Fights should be one-on-one, or in that case one-on-one-on-one. They should be fair."

The crowd voices its agreement.

"So, Alex, I am challenging you. You and me, next SCW, one-on-one. It's time for you to pay for what you did and prove to me if you really are all that you say you are, or if your bark is worse than your bite."​

“Once again, Alex. Yes or no?”

Riley is breathing slightly harder than usual as he takes the microphone.

“I don't see why not,” he says. “Percy Watson is nothing to me. By the time I am through with him, he will be crawling off the field, begging to hit the showers.”

The Clique walks off, and Lacey sprints the other way.​

 

[The Doctor]

We return from commercial to see SCW Champion Goldust standing in a nondescript, single-color room. The crowd cheers at the sight of him. He breathes deeply, twitching slightly, before beginning to speak.

“I live in a world of color, a world of lights, a world of sound. I live in the world of Hollywood today, a world of glitz, glamor, and gold. This world is not perfect, but it is much more than any world that came before it. The old life portrayed in movies called “talkies” are nothing more than an idealized way of looking at the past, making it seem brighter than it really is.

My opponent tonight, Big Bully Busick, still lives in that world. He lives in a place that is black and white, a place where popping a child's balloon is considered the height of heinous activity. He is living in a vision. He is living in the clouds. He is living in...a dream.

It's time for him to wake up. It's time for The Golden One to shatter his dreams...

Goldust eyes the camera, breathing loudly, before doing The Bite to the cheers of the crowd.

The camera cuts back to the arena.

“Powerful words from our SCW Champion.”
“Very true, Barrett, and what a match that will be!”
“It's sure to be a good one, Styles, much like this next match.”

The bell rings.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”


“Introducing first, from Austin, Texas, weighing in tonight at 205 pounds...Paul London!!”

The crowd boos loudly as Paul London exits from the curtain, wearing his surgical mask and rubber gloves, spraying his disinfectant.

“This is a grudge match, based on Titus O'Neil's squash of London last week. Paul London specifically requested this match earlier today.”

A video of London appears in the top left corner of the screen.

”Last week was a mistake,” London said. “I erred, but that's not going to happen this time. Titus O'Neil may have beaten me last week, but I don't want him this time around. I want the one person worse then him, more unclean than him. I want that loudmouth he's always hanging around with. Zack Ryder, I want a match against you, and this time you're going to be the one to go down. I'm prepared this time. I have a secret weapon that will shut you up for good.”​

London is in the ring, spraying it down. He withdraws his wipes from his pocket and wipes the turnbuckles down. He then takes special care to wipe the ropes down.

“You see that? A good wrestler learns from his mistakes.”

The crowd is booing like mad because of how long the setup is taking. Finally, London is done, and he stands in the corner and waits.


The crowd cheers as Zack Ryder and Titus O'Neil make their way out.

“And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by Titus O'Neil, coming down the aisle, weighing in tonight at 214 pounds, from Long Island, New York...Zack Ryder!!”

Ryder is walking down the aisle with O'Neil behind him, pointing at various girls in the audience and signaling them to call him. He smiles at London as he reaches the ring, before sliding in and holding his hands up to his mouth and calling for the Woo Woo Woo. The crowd chants it right back at him. Titus takes his spot outside of the ring, and Zack and London stare each other down.

As soon as the bell rings, Zack tries to club London with a forearm smash. London just barely dodges, coming back at Ryder with a gloved slap to the face. Ryder looks stunned, but he quickly recovers and tries a single-leg takedown on London. London falls to the mat, but he kicks out of Ryder's grip, sending Ryder down. He dashes to the ropes, this time jumping on top of them and springing off, doing a leg drop on the prone form of Ryder.

“Nice move there by London! Just see what learning from your mistakes can do.”

Ryder is laying on the ground, groaning, but London isn't going for the pin. Instead, he's digging in his pocket, trying to find something.

“What is he doing...?”

You can tell London is grinning as he pulls out a sponge from his pocket. He runs to the apron to grab his disinfectant, which he then uses to soak the sponge. Holding it in his gloved hand, he goes over to Ryder, who has just started to sit up. With one hand, London takes Ryder's head. He then takes the sponge and shoves it in Ryder's open mouth and with his other hand applies the Mandible Claw.

“The mandible claw!” shrieks Styles. “He's going to kill Ryder! Someone stop him!”

Ryder is kicking and screaming, his mouth foaming, as London clamps the hold harder and harder. He twitches spasmodically before slamming his hand repeatedly down on the mat.

“He's tapping! He's tapping! Ring the bell, ref!”
“Oh shut up, Styles! Don't be such a baby!”

The ref, however, agrees with Styles and signals for the bell.

“Here is your winner, by way of submission...Paul London!!”

London's eyes are cold as he releases the hold and straightens up, staring down at Ryder who is still twitching on the mat. Slowly, London peels off the glove that was in Ryder's mouth and withdraws another from his pocket, which he puts on as the crowd boos.

The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“That was just...I don't know what to call it,” says Styles, shaking his head.
“Personally, I would call it unique and innovative.”
“Maybe...but speaking of innovative, we have a new team debuting soon.”
“Aye that's right Styles, and what a treat it's going to be. I've seen this team during my times fighting in the pubs and I can say...they're talented. Very strange, but definitely very talented.”
“Strange is the word, all right. I don't think there has ever been a team like them. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for you to meet The Green Steam Circus.”

A video package begins to play.

The scene is a large, blue sky, littered with wispy white clouds. After a few seconds, a large grey airship comes rumbling into view. It flies past the camera as a name painted on its side becomes clearly visible: The SS Alistair. The camera circles around it until it gets to the windows at the front of the control car, where a woman in flight goggles and a fedora is sitting, piloting the ship. This woman is Natalya. After a few seconds, she switches to autopilot and walks out of the control car. The camera follows her down the hall, through a door, and into a loud and riotous party. In fact, it is more than a party – it's a circus. Cages line the walls, filled with animals. Men are performing stunts, surrounded by excited crowds.

“Kevin!” Natalya calls.

A strange, gaunt man with jet black hair comes slowly walking towards her. She signals for him to go to the wall and pull a lever, which he does. With a hiss of steam and a clicking of clockwork, the floor below Natalya starts to rise up, putting her on a higher level than everyone else. A microphone drops from the ceiling.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, people of all ages!” she says into it. The crowd turns to stare at her. “Welcome, one and all, to the greatest show on Earth! Welcome to The Green Steam Circus! Only here can you see legendary feats of wonder and magic! Only here can you see the inventions only a true genius could design! Only here can you see freaks of the highest nature, performers that are the best of the best!”

The crowd cheers as Kevin makes his way onto a separate stage in the center of the circus. He is holding a flaming torch in his hands. Natalya continues speaking.

“Feast your eyes on the one and only Kevin Rickett! Many have tried to do what he does, but none have succeeded! He is a man with innards of steel and a heart of iron!”

The crowd watches as Kevin Rickett raises the torch into the air, turns it upside-down, and swallows the fire. There are gasps and whoops from the crowd. As Rickett leaves the stage, a man with long hair and heavily shadowed eyes, covered in tattoos and hunched over, almost on all fours, makes his way on.

“Recoil in horror at the man that nature forgot! The man that pain itself forgot! Kizarny!”

Kizarny raises his hands and places one in a mousetrap, which snaps shut onto his hand. The crowd gasps and screams, but Kizarny doesn't even flinch.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is only a taste of what The Green Steam Circus has to offer! Stay a while...stay forever! This is an experience you will never forget, one that you will never see the likes of again!

The Green Steam Circus – Coming to SCW.​

​

 

[The Doctor]

As the show comes back on the air, we see Mighty Molly already in the ring, with The Hurricane at ringside, their music playing. The bell rings.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, from Forest Lake, Minnesota...Mighty Molly!!”

The crowd cheers as Molly paces from side to side in the ring.

“This match was made by our general manager as a result of the Burchills' actions last week.”
“I think you've said something similar already today, Styles.”
“Yes, yes, I know, just reminding the viewers at home, just in case some tuned in late.”


“And her opponent, accompanied to the ring by her brother Paul, from St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands...Katie Lea Burchill!!”

On top of the titantron stands Paul and Katie Lea Burchill, holding a large, thick rope. Together they swing down to the ring as their music plays. Landing smoothly, Paul rolls out of the ring as Katie Lea stands to face Mighty Molly.

The bell rings, and the two women lock up. They try and overpower each other, but neither is making much headway. They break apart and begin to circle each other, looking for an opening. Suddenly, Katie Lea dodges backwards and leaps onto the top rope. Molly runs to try and catch her, but to her surprise Katie Lea jumps backwards, flying over and knocking The Hurricane off his feet with a huge crossbody!

“What?!” exclaims Styles. “Wait...”

Paul Burchill is busy kicking The Hurricane in the head. He signals for the referee to come down. The ref signals for the bell.

“Are we having a match within a match?!”
“He's going for the title! Paul Burchill is going to take the 24/7 Championship!”

Paul and Katie Lea pick up The Hurricane, but before they can do anything, Mighty Molly grabs Katie Lea by the hair and is pulling her backwards. Both women are screaming and struggling, and in the confusion, The Hurricane has gotten up and grabbed a chair. He smashes it into Paul's face, knocking the pirate out cold. Hurricane covers him and the referee counts for the three.

“Here is your winner, and still 24/7 Champion...The Hurricane!!”

The Hurricane and Molly run up the ramp before the Burchills can try anything again. Paul slams the mat in frustration, as Katie Lea consoles him gently.

The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“Well, that was exciting. We nearly had a new 24/7 Champion!”
“And come SCW Walk of Fame, we could have a new SCW Champion!”
“That's right, Barrett, and the number one contender for that title is going to be going one-on-one with a man he cheated out of being the number one contender! Let's have a look at how this all came about.”

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!!"​

The bell rings.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”


“Introducing first, from South Beach, Florida, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds...”Showtime” Percy Watson!!”

The crowd cheers as everything goes sparkly and Percy Watson comes dancing out of the curtain.

“As a result of those actions by Alex Riley last week, Watson challenged him to a match tonight – and that match is next!”​

 

[The Doctor]

Percy Watson is still in the ring when the show returns. He does his dance before raising an arm in the air and shouting “OH YEAH!!”

“OH YEAH!!” the crowd yells back.


“And his opponent, representing The Clique, from Georgetown, Virginia, weighing in tonight at 240 pounds...Alex Riley!!”

The boos coming from the crowd are insane as The Spirit Squad comes cartwheeling down the ramp and Alex Riley, with Cheerleader Melissa hanging off of his arm, comes strutting down to the ring. The Spirit Squad makes it to the ring and split into a row of three and a row of two. They bend down and place their hands on the floor, ready to receive Riley and Melissa, who they then lift to ring level. Riley and Melissa step off of their hands and into the ring, and the Squad disperses, surrounding the ring. Melissa takes Riley's jacket off for him, and leaves.

Watson and Riley stare each other down as the bell rings. They circle each other for a bit, before locking up. Riley puts Watson in a headlock and is wrenching him all over the place. Watson battles out to cheers and tries to tackle Riley, but Riley pushes back, hard. Realizing that this is getting him nowhere, Watson tries to take Riley down, but Riley sprawls. Watson circles around and drops his hips, leaving himself in the perfect position to suplex Riley, but Riley drops lower and escapes. The two men are left facing each other once more.

“It's like they're perfectly matched! I don't see how either one could win at this rate!”

Riley and Watson circle each other once more, neither daring to make the first move. Suddenly, Watson leaps forward with a forearm smash, catching Riley right in the face! Riley recoils, clutching his nose. Glaring at Watson, he comes rushing right back at him, fist raised. Watson dodges backwards to avoid the blow, but suddenly he feels someone grabbing his leg! He looks down, and sees that Nicky has grabbed a hold of his leg. Nicky yanks, hard, and Percy Watson falls flat on his face.

“That's cheating! Are you blind, ref?”
“It's not cheating – It's charity!”

Riley runs over to Watson, who is groaning. He rolls him over and pins him.

“1...2...3!!”

The bell rings.

“Here is your winner...Alex Riley!!”

The crowd is booing harder than ever.

“That is just not fair,” sighs Styles, shaking his head. “Highway robbery.”
“Oh come now, I wouldn't go that far.”

Percy Watson looks furious as The Clique celebrates. With a roar, he charges into the fray, and The Clique scatters. Watson gives chase, running after all of them on the way to the back. He lunges forward and grabs Mitch by the ankle, but Mitch fights out and disappears behind the curtain.

After a minute, Riley comes jogging right back out, and sits in a chair next to Styles and Barrett.

“Um, hello, Alex. Are you planning on joining us on commentary?”
“Yes, yes I am.” Alex has put on a headset
“And it's good to have you with us, Mr. Riley.”

The bell rings.

“The following contest is set for one fall, and it is for the SCW Championship!”


“Introducing first, the challenger, from Finchley, London, England, weighing in tonight at 275 pounds...Big Bully Busick!!”

The crowd boos as everything goes black and white. Big Bully Busick walks out, cigar clamped firmly between his teeth, bowler hat on his head.

“And here we have the perfect example of an upper-class twit, a man who is as strong as an ox, one who could present quite the challenge to Goldust. What say you, Riley?”
“He's fat!”
Styles and Barrett look at each other.

Busick walks up to a child in the audience who is booing him furiously. He looks down his nose at the child, contemplating him. The child looks scared. Busick removes the cigar from his mouth, pauses, and then blows smoke in the child's face. The child begins to cry. Busick laughs and walks away, leaving the kid's parents to comfort him.

“Did you see that? What a bully. We could get sued!”
“Kid probably deserved it. Maybe he was looking at him wrong.”

Busick climbs the steps and enters the ring, still laughing.


The crowd comes alive as the arena is bathed in a golden light, and stars appear on the ramp. Words appear on the titantron.

24 KARAT PICTURES PRESENTS
A SHATTERED DREAMS PRODUCTION
GOLDUST

The crowd's cheers only gets louder as Goldust comes walking down the ramp, SCW Championship on his waist, arms spread wide. As he reaches the middle of the first star, he raises an arm, and pyro shoots off in an arc behind him. The crowd cheers as he walks down the aisle and pyro continues to fire in spurts.

“And his opponent, from Hollywood, California, weighing in tonight at 238 pounds...He is the current SCW Champion...Goldust!!”

“You hear that? That's the respect this crowd has for a veteran like Goldust.”
“So he's old. Big deal.”

Goldust climbs into the ring and beneath the ropes, holding his arms aloft. The crowd cheers. He unhooks his belt and hands it to the ref, who holds it up in the air before putting it at ringside and signaling for the bell to ring.

As soon as the match starts, Goldust goes into hunting mode. He stalks around Big Bully Busick, looking for an opening. Finding one, he slides towards Busick, and they lock up. The two men are pushing each other around until Busick manages to back Goldust into a corner. He is shoving Goldust against the turnbuckle. The ref starts to count to five.

“One...two...”

Busick breaks the hold and goes to punch Goldust, but Goldust ducks under Busick's arm and punches Busick in the face! Goldust stares at Busick, who is holding his face, and begins to taunt him, but Busick fires back with a slap that echoes around the arena.

“Ouch! They felt that one up in the cheap seats!”
“Indeed, the champion opened himself up for that one. He may be the best, but he can't get cocky.”
“Busick should have punched him harder. Maybe he would have killed Goldust and won by DQ.”

Goldust is holding his jaw in the center of the ring, and Busick runs up to him. He tries to Irish whip Goldust into the ropes, but he gets countered. Busick hurtles against the ropes and his momentum swings him back the other way, right into a jumping shoulder block by Goldust! Goldust whips the challenger into the turnbuckle and starts laying him out with haymakers.

“One!” the crowd chants. “Two! Three! Four! Five!”

Goldust breaks it up at the ref's insistence, and Busick uses the opportunity to tackle Goldust. The champion goes flying into the opposite turnbuckle, and Busick charges, hoping to squash the Bizarre One.

“You know, I've always wondered, when Goldust takes a shower, is it called a Golden Shower?”
“Um...”

Goldust gets out of the way at the right moment, and Busick rams into the turnbuckle. He's winded, and Goldust sneaks up behind him and clamps a sleeper on him! Busick is flailing, trying to get the champion off of him! He's going down, losing consciousness, until one last burst of strength allows him to throw Goldust off.

Busick is angry now. He grabs Goldust in a tight bear hug and is squeezing for all he's worth. Goldust screams, fighting to get out. Busick lifts Goldust off of his feet and slams him into the mat. Goldust is writhing in agony and kicking his feet as Busick just laughs. His laugh is what would do him in. From his position on the mat, Goldust quickly sits up and lands a massive uppercut, knocking Busick off of his feet!

“He looks to be out cold!”

He isn't, however, but he's rocked. Busick slowly stands up, dazed. Goldust moves behind him and grabs him by the neck, bending him backwards. The crowd knows what's coming. Goldust jumps, somehow lifting the big man off of his feet and planting him into the mat!

“The Curtain Call!” exclaims Styles. “How did he manage to lift a giant like Busick off of his feet?”
“Whatever, it wasn't that impressive.”

Goldust covers Busick for the pin. The crowd says it along with the ref.

“One...two...three!!”

The crowd explodes as Goldust's hand is lifted into the air.

“Here is your winner, and still SCW Champion...Goldust!!”

“Impressive showing by Goldust, taking out Big Bully Busick like that.”
“You got that right, Barrett. Amazing!”

Alex Riley says nothing. He just stares at Goldust, who stares right back. Riley motions an imaginary belt around his waist. Goldust simply smiles and raises his championship high, music playing, as the show goes off the air.​

 

[Theo Mays]

As promised, here is the feedback for this week's edition of SCW.

SCDub, SCDub, SCDub!

Opening Promo

-Have I mentioned that I love the idea of creating an "in crowd" with Riley, Spirit Squad, and Melissa. Excellent idea that kids could really be against, seeing as many kids aren't always in the "in crowd". On to topic. Riley is spot on here. He seems to have the attitude that he oozes on camera right now and that is what works best for him. He has that "douche" attribute to him and this promo suited him well. Would have loved for some Melissa talking, but nothing to throw a fuss over. Now I'll admit I love Drew McIntyre, so I'm not thrilled with what you are doing with him, but with the character you seem to have developed for him he was the perfect guy to tease here. Simplicity at its finest. Perfect way to get heels heat by having them tease or pick on those under them.

Hurricave/Opening Match/Lacey
-Good simple Hurritastic stuff from Hurricane and Mighty Molly. Love the edition of the Hurricave and it seems Molly knows something about Hurricane judging from her reaction (or maybe I'm looking into it too much). If so I'll be looking forward to seeing what comes of that.

-3 Count!!! A Theo SCW mark out. Boy does that "Sugar" Shane look familiar, I just can't put my finger on it. And here we have the Dudebusting Video Gamers, awesome stuff. Good simple tag team match. Looks like we have some budding tension between Trent and Croft coming out of this match. Would love to see them settle this over a game of Mortal Combat or Street Fighter or something like that.

-Oh the things I'd do to Miss Von Erich. Anywho, love the feud that seems to be coming out of this. Riley and Watson could produce some good battles and some even better battles on that of a microphone. I wasn't big on Riley here, but it makes sense with his character ignoring a "nerd" like Percy.

Goldust Promo/London v. Ryder/Circus

-Boy oh boy do I love Goldust. And this promo was on the brink of vintage Goldust stuff. It was odd, unique, and fabulous. He seems to be gaining that strangeness back to his character, yet remaining face, but pushing close to what would be a tweener. Not sure if that was the way you planned, but that is how it seemed to me and it is totally a good thing.

-Paul London's character is ummm strange? But hey, that is what this is about isn't it. Honestly I could see London pulling off a character like this. Would have loved to see a promo from the Long Island Iced Z, but I can live. I'm sure I'll get some more. London winning is a good booking move, since he was squashed by Tits last week. Loved the finishing maneuver or whatever you want to dub it. Quite the interesting quirk London has and I can see him doing some good stuff here on SCW.

-Mmm time for my lovely little Nattie. Interesting choice here with Nattie leading a group of oddities of sorts. Awesome vignette and seems like Kizarny and Kevin are quite the characters and could run a ruckus with the lovely Natty controlling them. Vignette was well written and very detail, which is very important.

Superheroes v. Burchills/Riley v. Watson/Main Event

-Would have loved to see some more Molly, but love the addition of the 24/7 and Hurricane is the perfect guy for the title. Gives the vintage feel of the Hardcore title for all those Attitude Era junkies out there. Love Burchill being a pirate again and the Superhero vs. the Pirate is pretty awesome. Good, quick stuff here and again it makes the title feel very retro. Quick stuff, well written.

-Love the recap at the beginning. Something I can't recall seeing here in the BT section. A nice touch indeed. Match felt a bit rushed and a bit bummed Percy didn't score the win, but Riley didn't go over clean, so I can live with it. I'm looking forward to the future matchup of Goldy and A-Ri.

-Love A-Ri on commentary. He's fat, very nice. Don't know much about Mr. Busick, except what you told me. A well written match and Busick got some offense in. Not sure why Goldy has to defend the title against someone who isn't A-Ri, but nothing big. Goldust looked good and can't wait for some mic talk between him and A-Ri.

Overall the show was solid and a bit better than last week. Each week should seem to improve, as you are still probably getting into the swing of writing shows and your show has that added bonus of silliness that needs to be incorporated. I expect it to get better and I for one can't wait for week 3 of the SCW series. What I'm looking forward to seeing is some actually interaction between Goldy and A-Ri, some more great commentary from Styles and Barrett, more Pirate and Superhero action, and some Zack Ryder mic work. Great stuff Doc and the more work you put in the more you'll improve (which is tough, considering you're stellar as is).

Now I expect a review for my super serious show . Kidding of course lol.

 

[Burnout]

Im unable to do an indept eview/feedback so i'll just say this.
Doc, the layout of your show is so easy to read, it makes the show more enjoyable to be able to read it without saying, " where the hell am I". Your commmentry work is very good good and i like the pairing of barret and styles. The matches are so easy to read, theres no huge blobs of text in the matches, therefore again making it easy to read. I really enjoy how much depth your giving to your charachters in the show, there is so much detail in promo's and backstage segments, really well done. The show is better than last's weeks and hopefully you can continue to improve.

Overall: 8-10

 

[Uncle Sam]

The promise of rep. You sure know how to get my attention, Doc, though I find it unlikely you'll be able to green rep me so soon after the last time.

Anyway, that was a good show. It was well written and the ideas on show were pretty logical. Yes, indeed. Nice logic you got there. If I had to say one thing about your show, I'd say "God almighty, SCW sure is rational, huh?"

For the record, your Paul London may turn out to share certain characteristics with my Paul London. Just giving you a heads up on that. What? Don't look at me like that. I've already written the shows. And really, they're not that similar at all. It's just when two people see any worth in writing Paul London storylines, it-- it just seems pretty unlikely.

As long as you don't steal my killer Paul Heyman line. No. No, there's no way you could steal that, is there?

There were at least two mentions of men breathing hard in this. So, you know, if you've got anything you want to share...

Additionally, I like Goldust. I've always liked Goldust, weirdly. I like Goldust as champion. Matter of fact, it's almost as good as if Golduck were champion. Almost.

 

[The Doctor]

The theme plays, the pyro fires into the sky, and SCW is on the air! The camera pans around, highlighting the cheering and jumping crowd. Signs are held up by various audience members, and the camera stops on them briefly.

Alex Riley is a cocky cock!

Paul Burchill should walk the plank!

¡uʍop-ǝpısdn sı ubıs ʎɯ

“Hello everyone, and welcome to another exciting edition of SCW!”

The camera cuts to the commentary table, where the usual commentators Joey Styles and Wade Barrett are sitting. Barrett looks less-than-happy as Styles continues talking.

“I'm Joey Styles, alongside my broadcast colleague, Wade Barrett, and what a show we have for you tonight!”

“It's not that great...”

Styles shoots a sideways glance at Barrett.

“Sure it is, Barrett! We've got Goldust confronting Alex Riley-”

“Just what we need: that freak with a mic in his hand.”

“And, uh, Percy Watson vs. a member of Alex Riley's Clique-”

“A dancing fool vs. a male cheerleader. Fantastic.”

“And Paul Burchill vs.- Look, what is your problem tonight?”

Barrett glares straight in front of him, saying nothing.

“Apologies to the audience for my broadcast partner there. I don't know what's gotten into him. Anyway, as I was trying to say, we have an exciting evening planned for you. And it all starts off with the long-awaited matchup between Paul Burchill and The Hurricane for the 24/7 Championship!”

The bell rings.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the 24/7 Championship!”

The crowd cheers.


“Introducing first, the challenger, accompanied to the ring by his sister Katie Lea, from St. Thomas in the Virgin Islands, weighing in tonight at 247 pounds...Paul Burchill!!”

The camera swings around to reveal Paul and Katie Lea Burchill in their customary spots on top of the titantron, gripping a long rope hanging from the ceiling. As their music blares and the crowd boos, they swing down the aisle, landing on the ring apron. Katie Lea holds the ropes open for her brother, and he steps through the ropes, staring at the crowd with a cold look before slowly removing his jacket. He keeps his sword by his side.


“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 crowd roars as The Hurricane and Mighty Molly come sprinting down the aisle. As they reach the apron, they look at each other, just for a split-second. Molly leaps into the air, onto The Hurricane's outstretched hands, and onto the apron. The Hurricane dives through the ropes right after, doing a handspring off of the mat and landing on his feet.

“Very impressive display of acrobatics by our heroes there!”
“I bet you think a bloody forward roll is impressive, too.”

The bell rings as the music fades, and the two men circle around the ring, staring into each others' eyes. As their valets cheer from the sidelines, the champion and the challenger glare, thinking, neither daring to make the first move. That is, until Paul Burchill lunges forward towards Hurricane's legs. The Hurricane sprawls, circling around Burchill, clasping his hands around Paul's middle, pulling him up, and planting him into the mat! The crowd cheers as Hurricane wastes no time in going to the ropes. However, before he can do anything Paul Burchill is up. The pirate rolls out of the ring, and stands, hunched over, breathing heavily.

“Burchill seems hurt!”

The Hurricane slides out of the ring and walks up to Burchill, concern on his face. As the superhero places a hand on Burchill's shoulder, the pirate suddenly swings around, withdrawing his sword from its sheath, and jabs it towards The Hurricane!

“Some great cunning shown by the challenger!” exclaims Barrett, applauding.

The Hurricane manages to get out of the way, but Burchill slices and slashes, causing The Hurricane to back up again and again! Suddenly, there is a sharp kick to his groin, and the hero falls over, writhing in pain as the form of Katie Lea Burchill stands over him, leering. The Hurricane turns his head slightly to see Mighty Molly rolling on the ground, before the Burchills start laying into him with boot after boot after boot. The blows rain down on The Hurricane for a while until the Burchills pick him up and roll him into the ring.

“I think The Hurricane may be out cold! That was just a disgusting and vicious attack by the Burchills.”

Paul Burchill walks slowly over to the prone body of The Hurricane, a sick smile playing across his lips. He pauses at the hero's feet, looking at him with mock concern in his eyes as the crowd boos wildly. Slowly, Burchill goes to cover him, when suddenly...

”STOP!”


The crowd cheers as the General Manager of SCW, Sandy Scunthorpe, makes his way out of the curtain.

“It's the boss!” exclaims Styles.
“Fantastic,” Barrett groans, “it's the inmate that runs the asylum.”

Paul Burchill looks on as Scunthorpe straightens his hat before continuing.

“Every week, every single week, Paul Burchill, you sneak up on The Hurricane in an attempt to take his title, and every week your sister gets in on the act. The fans are sick of it, I'm sure Hurricane is sick of it, I'm sick of it! We want a real match, with a real finish! So I'm making it right now: At SCW Walk of Fame, The Hurricane will take on Paul Burchill for the 24/7 Championship!”

The crowd cheers. Scunthorpe continues.

“But wait – there's more! Bring out the Stip-O-Matic 5000!!”

The crowd cheers as four little orange men wheel out a massive machine from the curtain. They set it next to Scunthorpe, before bowing and running away. Scunthorpe walks up to it and presses a large red button on the top of it. The lights dim, the machine hums, and small pops and explosions seem to be coming from it. The machine is vibrating, faster and faster as the humming grows louder and louder and the lights flash on and off. The crowd is screaming, and Scunthorpe is laughing maniacally.

Suddenly, there's a small “ding”, and everything stops. The lights turn back on. The noise goes back to normal. The only thing that has changed is the little strip of paper now hanging out of the front of the machine. With a flourish, Scunthorpe snatches the paper and holds it up to his eyes.

“The Stip-O-Matic has decided!” he says. “Your match at Walk of Fame will be one where no one can escape, and no one can interfere! You will be surrounded by four sides of steel. Yes, you and The Hurricane will go one-on-one in a Steel Cage Match!!”

Burchill looks incensed as the crowd roars their approval. He turns around to see The Hurricane standing on his feet again. The Hurricane gives a roar and lunges forward, but Burchill jumps out of the ring and sprints down the aisle, Katie Lea not far behind.

“Wow, what a match to look forward to for the Pay-per-view!”
“I'm sure it'll be just as disappointing as their previous ones,”
Styles glances at Barrett. “What has gotten into you today?”
Barrett doesn't reply.

We cut to the back, where The Dudebusters, Caylen Croft and Trent Barretta, are sitting on a bench, determinedly not looking at each other. There are a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, before Croft speaks up, anger in his voice.

“I still can't believe what you did last week.”

Barretta looks up and sighs before replying.

“Look, I told you, it was an accident.”

“That?! That is NOT an accident!” yells Croft, pounding a fist into a locker. “Spilling milk is an accident! Tripping over a rock is an accident! Completely ignoring me, your partner, for some 16-bit fairy is completely different!”

“OK, OK, dude. Chill.” Barretta moves over to his partner and places a hand on Croft's shoulder. “I was at a good part and just got carried away. Surely you know what it's like to want to finish.”

Croft nods his head. The anger seems to be draining from him. Barretta continues.

“Look, we have a match tonight. We can't be focused on little domestic scuffles. I've apologized and there's really nothing we can do.”

“It still was careless of you,” mumbles Croft. Barretta grins.

“It looks like you still have some pent-up frustration in you. If you really want to settle this, get all your frustration out, why don't we just have fun in the usual way?”

Croft smiles.

“You're on.”

And the Dudebusters get up off of their bench and walk away.​

 

[The Doctor]

The bell rings.

“The following contest is scheduled for one fall!”


“Introducing first, from Shanghai, China, weighing in tonight at 245 pounds...Glacier!!”

The crowd cheers as snow starts to fall from the ceiling, and mist comes from the curtain and fills the aisle. The temperature in the arena drops, and Glacier comes emerging from the mist. He walks purposefully towards the ring, snow glancing off of his armor and settling into his hair.

“And here we have the Chinese ninja warrior with his heart so cold, the one and only Glacier!”
“The name is very accurate. He's about as interesting as one, he wrestles like one, and he uses all of SCW's precious resources.”

Joey Styles shoots another glance at Barrett. “Are you sure you're OK?

“No, I'm not OK!” snaps Barrett, as Glacier bows to the cheering audience on all four sides of the ring. “This man doesn't deserve to be in a wrestling ring, let alone face who he is facing tonight!”

Glacier finishes his entrance, and stands in his corner, waiting.


“And his opponent, from Aberdeen, Washington, weighing in tonight at 192 pounds...Bryan Danielson!!”

The crowd abruptly stops cheering as his music hits. Danielson walks down the aisle to complete silence with the exception of the 80's music echoing around the arena.

“Disgusting” spits Barrett. “Don't these people know a legend when they see one?”

Danielson slides into the ring, jumps onto a far turnbuckle, and holds his arm in the air. With the exception of a single half-hearted cheer in Section 49B, the silence remains.

“One person,” sighs Barrett. “One person in this whole arena who can appreciate a real wrestler. Danielson is a legend, a master of his craft!”
“I will admit it's a bit strange how the crowd just doesn't seem to get him.”

Danielson ignores the complete lack of reaction, and gets into position as the music fades.

The bell rings, and Glacier leaps forward with an exaggerated karate yell, chopping wildly. Danielson manages to dodge the hands, bringing his foot up and kicking Glacier in the head. As Glacier staggers back, Bryan manages to jump and land a huge dropkick, sending Glacier into the turnbuckle!

“Watch a veteran at work. Like poetry in motion.”

The crowd, however, isn't impressed as Danielson jumps to the top turnbuckle and starts delivering right and hands to Glacier.

“BOOOORING,” they chant. “BOOOOOOORING.”

“Shut up!” Barrett yells.
“Calm down, Barrett.”

The crowd does not shut up. They continue to chant “BOOOORING,” as Danielson and Glacier fight. The chants only stop when Glacier uses his kung fu to get the upper hand. The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Glacier performs a Crane Kick, knocking Danielson off of his feet. Danielson manages to struggle to his feet, but Glacier knocks him clear across the ring with a knife edge chop straight to the face! Glacier slides to the prone form of Danielson, drags him into the center of the ring, and covers him.

“One...two...THREE!!”

The crowd cheers as the bell rings and Glacier stands up. He bows to Howard Finkel, who speaks into his mic.

“Here is your winner – Glacier!!”

“And this is why I hate this company.”
“Wait, you hate SCW?”
“Of course I do! This is a place where the real wrestlers, the artists get shoved to one side by people like that. It's a joke!”
“Well if you hate it so much, why do you stay?”
“Money, Styles. Money.”
Styles stares at Barrett, for sighing, shrugging his shoulders, and turning back to the ring.

The camera cuts to a room backstage. Strange grunting noises are heard, off-camera, along with the voices of the Dudebusters.

“I'm going to pound your ass so hard...”

“Not if I stick my fist here first!”

“Ow! Come on, man. Be gentle!”

“Why? It's not like it's your first time.”

Slowly, the camera pans down to reveal Croft and Barretta, flailing at the air, Wiimotes in their hands. On-screen, two Little Mac's are wailing on each other. With a final punch, the green one lays the orange one flat. Croft drops his hands to his sides.

“OK, that's enough,” he says, out-of-breath. “We should rest up for our match.”

“Whatever dude, you're just mad because you lost fourteen games in a row.” replies Barretta, nudging Croft and smiling.

“I think it has more to do with the fact that we played 28 times,” Croft replies.

He turns the console off, and the Dudebusters leave the room together.​

 

[The Doctor]

'Showtime' Percy Watson is already standing in the ring as we come back from commercial.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...'Showtime' Percy Watson!!”

The crowd cheers as Watson points a finger to the sky. The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“As mentioned earlier tonight, Percy Watson has decided to call out The Spirit Squad for what they've been doing to him the past few weeks. It all started in the number one contender's match the night after SCW Circus of The Sun, when The Spirit Squad interfered on behalf of Alex Riley, attacking Watson and injuring former SCW Champion Doink The Clown. Last week, Watson challenged Alex Riley to a match, only for the Spirit Squad to interfere again, tripping Watson up and causing him to lose the match. Let's hear what he has to say.”

As his music fades, Showtime takes the microphone from Howard Finkel, and the Fink leaves the ring. Watson waits for the cheers to die down slightly before raising the microphone to his lips.

“Hey there ladies and gentlemen, how we all doin' tonight?”

The crowd cheers.

“Glad to hear it, baby, glad to hear it. OH YEAH!”

“OH YEAH!” the crowd calls back. Watson laughs a bit, before the smile slowly leaves his face and he gets serious.

“Now, these last few weeks, I have been having a bit of trouble with the Spirit Squad, know what I'm sayin'? I have been attacked, I have had victories stolen right from under my nose, and to be honest, I'm gettin' kinda tired of it, know what I mean? A few days ago on SCW.com, I issued a challenge to the Spirit Squad, asking them to pick one of their members to face me, like a man.”

Watson points to the curtain.

“So, Spirit Squad!” he calls, “Come on out!”

The crowd turns their heads expectantly towards the curtain. Nothing happens for a few seconds as silence reigns. Suddenly...


“Here they come.”

The crowd boos loudly as The Spirit Squad exit from the curtain, jumping around and blasting their air horns. They're all wearing overly large pairs of bright red glasses, like an exaggerated version of the ones Watson wears. Watson notices, and looks none too happy as the Squad jumps into the ring, lines up, and starts a cheer.

“Percy Watson's not all that!
We'll pin his shoulders to the mat!
Showtime is just mirrors and smoke!
Percy Watson is a JOKE!!!”

The crowd boos as the Spirit Squad laughs. Mikey shakes his pom poms wildly as Nicky withdraws a microphone from his back pocket. He walks up to Watson and looks him in the eye.

“We've been thinking about this ever since you issued the challenge on your show on SCW.com,” he says. “We drew straws, and it was decided that you would face...

He pauses.

“None of us!!!”

The Squad laughs in their juvenile way, high-fiving and still wearing their giant red glasses. Watson glares down through glasses of his own.

“No! Nuh-uh, we ain't having NONE of that here!” he yells, stopping the Spirit Squad in their tracks. “I want a fight, and I'm going to get a fight! You think you can prance all up in here with your routine and your glasses, making fun of me like that? Well I ain't having that, baby, not anymore!”

He lunges forward as the crowd cheers, missing Nicky but grabbing Mitch. With a roar, Watson rips Mitch's glasses off and throws him to the outside. The rest of the Spirit Squad scatters to the outside of the ring. They look at the enraged Percy Watson standing in the middle of the ring, talking amongst themselves. After a minute, Nicky rolls through the ropes. The referee signals for the bell to ring, and the match begins.

Nicky and Showtime tie up in a test of strength. Within seconds, Watson has won the initial scuffle and has Nicky's head under his arm in a brutal-looking headlock.

“It looks like the kid gloves are off!”
“I have to say, I like this serious side of Percy Watson. It's a shame he's such an idiot most of the rest of the time.”

Watson wrenches Nicky's head around, his captive struggling all the while, until Nicky manages to shift the momentum just enough to force Watson into the ropes. Watson bounces off of the steel cable, loosening his grip of Nicky's head, allowing the Squad member time to escape the hold.

“Very intelligent maneuver by Nicky. It just goes to show that even male cheerleaders have brains.”

Nicky and Showtime stand facing each other in the ring, circling around, looking for an opening. On the outside, the Spirit Squad disperses itself, surrounding the ring with a member on each side. Suddenly, Watson launches forward with a forearm smash that catches Nicky in the chest, propelling him towards the ropes. It's Nicky's turn to bounce, ricocheting off of the cables and going completely the other direction. Watson drops to the ground as Nicky goes sailing over him and to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Watson stands up to intercept Nicky, but the cheerleader dives under Watson's legs and grabs him from the back before dropping his hips and rolling him up!

“One...Two...”

Watson kicks out, much to Nicky's chagrin. Nicky straightens up and tries to punt Watson's head, but Watson moves just enough to miss the foot. Nicky swings again, and connects with Watson's glasses, knocking them clean off of his head and to the floor.

“That...was a mistake.”

Watson's face has transformed into a mask of rage. He stands up quickly, staring at Nicky, who by now looks very wary indeed. With a roar, Watson lunges forward, but Nicky goes to the apron, where he is joined by his Spirit Squad brethren. Johnny is the first to attempt to attack Watson. He steps through the ropes, leaps towards Showtime, but is caught by a huge running knee to the stomach, leaving Johnny lying prostrated on the mat, until he rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. The rest of the Squad, sans Nicky, are next. The step through the ropes and rush towards Watson, but Showtime is tearing things up, sending fists and forearms every which way.

“Watson has gone crazy! He's a changed man!”
“What's stopping him from being like this all the time?!”

Soon, only Nicky remains as the rest of the Squad lies on the floor, rolling around in agony. Watson steps towards Nicky. He tries to run again, but Watson grabs his arm and yanks him towards the center of the ring. Watson hooks his arms under Nicky's from the back, lifts him upwards, and delivers a powerful full nelson facebuster, planting Nicky's head right into the mat!

“Showtime just made Nicky Get Down!”
“Are we really calling it that?”

Watson goes for the pin.

“One...two...three!”

The crowd erupts as Watson's music plays. Showtime stands up, jabbing his finger into the air.

“Here is your winner...”Showtime” Percy Watson!!”

“It seems Showtime has gotten his revenge,” says Styles, as Watson rolls to the outside and picks up his glasses.
“Revenge against the Squad, maybe,” Barrett replies, watching Watson putting his glasses back on. “He still has issues with Alex Riley, remember.”

As Watson is straightening his glasses, The Spirit Squad has gotten to their feet. They form into their group and dash towards the curtain, towards two figures who have just come out from backstage.

“Speak of the devil.”

Alex Riley and Cheerleader Melissa watch as the battered Spirit Squad runs up to them. Riley shoots a glance at Watson, who is still standing in front of the ring. A smile crosses the Varsity Villain's lips, and he leaves, Melissa and the Squad behind him. The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“It seems we haven't seen the last of Percy Watson's crusade against The Clique,” says Styles. “But he's not the only one with revenge on his mind. Let's take you backstage with Lacey von Erich.”

The camera cuts backstage to a closeup shot of Lacey von Erich, microphone in one hand, bottle of water in the other.

“Thanks, Joey,” she says, smiling. “My guest at this time is a man of many talents. He spends his time clubbing, training at the gym, and listening to the Backstreet Boys. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for “The Long Island Loudmouth” - Zack Ryder!”

The crowd cheers as the camera zooms out to reveal Zack Ryder and Titus O'Neil standing to the right of Lacey. Ryder takes the mic.

“First off,” he says, “thanks for that totally Zacktastic intro, Lace.”

Lacey giggles, making motions to indicate that it was her pleasure. Ryder chuckles before continuing.

“Anyway, as you saw last week, that total lame-o, Paul London, decided to wash my mouth out with soap – or whatever that stuff was. Dude. Not cool. Not. Cool. My mouth still hurts!”

He turns to the camera before continuing.

“You're such a weirdo, bro. You're always spraying stuff, and these past few weeks you've been getting up in the faces of me and my bro Titus-”

He pauses to bump fists with O'Neil.

“And that's just-”

“Just what?”

Ryder, Titus, and Lacey all turn to see who had spoken. The camera pans sideways to reveal Paul London standing there, listening to their every word. He is wearing his face mask and rubber gloves, customary bottle of disinfectant in his hand. The crowd boos loudly.

“If you have something to say about me, I would appreciate it if you said it to my face."

Zack Ryder stares at him incredulously for a moment before answering.

“Bro, what face? It's covered by that blue thing!”

London's eyes flash with anger. He points his spray at Ryder's face, clearly intending to give him an eyeful. Before he can press the trigger, however, O'Neil tackles him, sending London careening back as Lacey screams. Security rushes onto the scene, separating everyone, dragging London, Titus, and Ryder off in different directions. Lacey stands, quivering, but slowly she calms down. She raises the microphone to her lips.

“As we just saw, there is still some bad blood between Ryder and London. Back to you, St-”

She is interrupted by a muffled cry of “HEY!” offscreen. She looks to her left to see Ryder dash back into the picture. He holds out a strip of paper, which Lacey takes, before holding his hand up to his head and whispering “Call me.”. Security drags him away again as Lacey looks bemused. She takes a drink from her bottle of water, staring at the paper.

The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“That nearly was quite a situation we had there,” says Styles.

“It's a shame they didn't all kill each other. Then again, that London fellow is quite good, even if he has a minor compulsion.”

The camera cuts again to the back, where a split-screen shows The Dudebusters and Team XTC walking down the halls, to the ring.

“Speaking of good, we have two of SCW's most promising teams taking each other on in tag team action, next!”​

 

[The Doctor]

The scene opens to a tranquil blue sky. The sun is shining brightly and there is hardly a sound save for a low rumbling somewhere in the distance. As time passes, the rumbling gets louder, and louder, and louder, until suddenly, The SS Alistair bursts through a cloud and soars across the sky. The camera follows its path, before zooming in on the cockpit window, where we can see Natalya and the Green Steam Circus standing inside. The camera abruptly cuts to inside the cockpit, as Natalya twirls the steering wheel around with gusto, causing the ship to change course. She steps backwards and walks past Kevin Rickett, motioning for him to follow her. Kizarny unleashes a guttural growl, but stays in the cockpit as the camera follows Natalya and Rickett out of the cockpit and down the hall. After a few seconds of silence, Natalya speaks.

“The ship has sounded irregular today.” she says.

Kevin Rickett walks in silence for a while before answering.

“Perhaps she is nervous?”

Natalya ponders this, as she and Rickett walk down more halls. Eventually, she opens one last door, and walks into the engine room. Rickett follows.

The engine room is a churning, steam-filled, twisted chaos, with pumping machines, flames leaping from the insides of furnaces, and a large machine covered in gears and wires pumping, moving, never ceasing. With a loud hiss, steam is expelled from it at regular intervals. Natalya and Rickett each grab a ladder from the side of the room, propping them against the engine's iron shell. Together they climb up the ladders with tools in hand. As they repair the engine, they converse.

“The ship has nothing to worry about. It is the strongest, most durable ship in all of existence. Many have tried to come before it, and many have failed. Her only limit is herself.”

“This is true,” Kevin replies, staring at the bolts he is tightening, his voice very low.

“Nothing can hurt this ship,” Natalya continues. “It is the kind of ship that swallows fire without any adverse effects. If it can do that to its insides, how can anything harm it from the outside?”

Kevin says nothing, determinedly working on the engine. After a few moments, he stops, stares at his handiwork, and steps down the ladder. Natalya follows. They walk down the halls, heading back towards the cockpit. Kevin looks through the portholes lining the hall before speaking again, his voice emotionless.

“You are correct, of course. No matter what this ship has gone through, it always has managed to live. She has been through disasters, through dark times, and yet it still stands. Nothing will take it down. The SS Alistair, and by extension, the Green Steam Circus, cannot – and will not – be stopped.”

Natalya has a smile on her face by now. “So tell me, how does the ship sound now?”

Kevin clenches his fist, his first display of real emotion in the whole vignette.

“The ship...sounds perfect.”

The Green Steam Circus, coming to SCW.​

The camera pans over the ring. The bell rings.

“The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!”


“Introducing first, at a combined weight of 454 pounds, Kanyon and Kendrick – Team XTC!!”

The crowd cheers as the lights go out and the music plays. Blue and green lasers fire in every direction as colored strobes pulsate with the beat. XTC dash out of the curtain, jumping up and down in time with the music as the crowd cheers along.

“Yeah! I love these guys! What's wrong, Barrett? You aren't dancing.”
“I'm sorry, but I didn't realize “Rubbish” was a genre of music.”

At the bottom of the ramp, the two men glance at each other, just for a second, before dashing down it, circling around the ring, and sliding in from the back. From there, they run into the center of the ring and begin to dance. The crowd is on its feet, dancing along with XTC, when suddenly they're interrupted.


The cheers turn to boos as The Dudebusters exit from the curtain, this time with no Game Boy in sight. They walk up to the ring, step on the apron, and together yank on the rope and propel themselves over the top, doing smooth forward-rolls to land on their feet.

“Two electrifying and exciting teams, going toe-to-toe! It doesn't get any better than this!”

The bell rings, and Caylen Croft and Kendrick start us out. They circle each other for a bit before locking up in the middle of the ring. Kendrick circles behind Croft, tying the Dudebuster's left arm behind his back. Croft is moving, trying to get out, as Kendrick tightens his grip. With a push, Croft shoves Kendrick onto his back, grabbing his ankle in the process. Croft pulls Kendrick along the mat on his back, but Kendrick rolls backwards to escape. This isn't enough for Croft, though, as he grabs Kendrick's arm and yanks him. Kendrick stumbles across the ring and is grabbed by Croft, who tags in Barretta, lets go of Kendrick, and goes to the outside. Barretta starts in with a forearm smash, but Kendrick ducks out of the way and hits Barretta with a huge clothesline, sending Barretta straight into the mat!

“Kendrick is one short, small, tiny man with a lot of power.”
“He certainly hit Barretta with that clotheslin- Woah!”

Kendrick has jumped to the top turnbuckle. As Barretta slowly stands up, Kendrick stands up straight, lifts his arms out, and dives forward, hitting a huge crossbody and knocking Barretta to his feet once more!

“Wow!”

Kendrick mugs to the crowd as Barretta starts getting to his feet again, using the ropes as leverage. As Kendrick plays to the crowd, Barretta looks at Croft for a second before slipping something from his back pocket into Croft's hand, and tagging him in. Croft enters through the ropes, fist clenched, He walks up to the still-dancing Kendrick and taps him on the shoulder. Kendrick wheels around to see what's happening, and Croft sticks his hand into Kendrick's face. Suddenly, with a loud bang, a burst of fire comes out of Croft's hand and into Kendrick's face!

“What the hell?”

The crowd screams as Kendrick rolls around on the mat, clutching his hands to his eyes. The referee calls for the bell to be rung.

“Ladies and gentlemen, your winners by result of a disqualification – Team XTC!”

Croft starts yelling at the ref, claiming it was an accident. Kendrick looks shaken but all right as he gets up off of the floor. He walks over to Kanyon, who looks into Kendrick's eyes to make sure he really is uninjured. Satisfied, XTC leaves. The Dudebusters yell some more at the ref, and Barretta starts pushing him around. The crowd is booing loudly. Suddenly those boos turn into cheers as three men rush from behind and club the Dudebusters in the head with their forearms.

“It's 3 Count!”

Indeed, it is 3 Count. Shane looks to be limping slightly, but he joins Evan and Shannon in kicking the Dudebusters while they're down,, before running off to massive cheers from the crowd.

The camera cuts to the commentary booth.

“There have been some strange happenings in SCW recently,” says Barrett. “Stupid ones, too.”

“I don't think we've seen the Dudebusters do anything like that before. That was bizarre!” exclaims Styles. “And speaking of bizarre – I know this is the moment you've all been waiting for. Two weeks away from their showdown at Walk Of Fame, Goldust is going to confront Alex Riley and The Clique in that very ring, next!”​

 

[The Doctor]

The crowd roars as the lights turn gold and the music plays. Words appear on the titantron.

24 KARAT PICTURES PRESENTS
A SHATTERED DREAMS PRODUCTION
GOLDUST

As the music swells, Goldust exits from the curtain, attired in wig and long golden robe. The crowd cheers harder than ever at the sight of the Bizarre One walking down the aisle. On the stage, gold pyro shoots into the sky at regular intervals.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your SCW Champion – Goldust!!”

Goldust walks to the steps and climbs up them, stepping onto the apron and over the ropes. He removes his wig and robe and places them in the corner before walking into the center of the ring, breathing deeply, and performing the signature Goldust taunt, moving his hands from his hip- to chest-level, throwing them wide and performing the Bite. The crowd cheers wildly, and Goldust grabs a microphone from Howard Finkel as the music fades.

“This is the moment we've all been waiting for. Tonight, the Golden One and the Varsity Villain will be in the same ring to confront each other two weeks away from their match at Walk Of Fame!”
“'We' is a very broad term, Styles.”

Goldust looks slowly around at every side of the crowd. When he gets back to the starting point, he raises the mic to his lips and begins to speak.

“Have you ever met someone who is just like another? And that other person is just like a third? And you look and you look, and the more you look the more you see people who are just...the same?

Such is the world of Alex Riley.”

The crowd is unsure how to react as Goldust continues.

“Alex Riley plays the stereotypical archetype of the high school sports star. He surrounds himself with his “Clique” and his cheerleader girlfriend, just as many before him have done, and many more will after him. He is nothing new. Nothing unique. Nothing one hasn't seen before in the movies.

And so, in two weeks, Alex Riley will have to face the Golden One. And while he may be forgettable, I can guarantee that he will never forget the name...”

He breathes in. The crowd cheers, knowing what's coming next.

“GOOOLD-”


The crowd boos loudly as Alex Riley's music hits and the Varsity Villain waltzes onto the stage, Cheerleader Melissa on his arm, The Spirit Squad following not far behind.

“I guess Alex Riley had heard enough!”
“He's not the only one.”

Riley struts forward, Melissa clutching his arm. The Spirit Squad jumps around behind them, following them down the ramp. The crowd is furious.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome...Alex Riley and The Clique!”

“Cut my music. Cut my music!” says Riley, sounding angry.

The music cuts. The Spirit Squad runs ahead of Riley and Melissa as they continue walking towards the ring. When the reach the ring apron they stop, and split into a group of three and a group of two. They face each other, back up, and place their hands on the floor for Riley and Melissa to step onto, before lifting the Varsity Villain and his girlfriend onto the apron.

“Look at that. Look at the respect Riley commands from his friends!”
“Would you really call that 'friendship', Barrett?”

The Squad remains on the outside of the ring, standing on the apron, as Riley and Melissa walk up to Goldust, mic in Riley's hand. He turns to the crowd.

“This guy...” he says, pointing with his thumb at Goldust. “Can you believe this dork?”

The crowd boos as Riley laughs. He turns to Goldust, a smug smile playing across his face.

“So, Goldust, you think I'm just like everybody else, huh?”

Goldust nods and starts to speak, but Riley cuts him off.

“Sorry to disappoint you, Goldilocks, but I'm not the same as your average high school jock. I am so, so much more. I am more talented, more athletic, better-looking, more charismatic, and all around better than anyone in some high school gym.”

Melissa takes the microphone, staring adoringly at her boyfriend.

“And when the lights go out at night,” she says, “there is nothing like The Rare Breed. I should know.”

The crowd boos loudly as Melissa hands the mic back to Riley. He turns to address the crowd.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. You people just boo because you know you're not getting any of this-”

He runs his hands down Melissa's body. She giggles.

“-or this.”

He holds his hands out wide and gestures towards himself.

“You boo because you people are fat, lazy, and just don't have what I have. I have the money. I have the girls! I have the fame! I have the life! And you hate what you just can't have.”

Riley smiles, soaking in the continued boos from the crowd.

“Tell me, Riley,” says Goldust, snapping Riley out of his reverie. “How does it feel to be living in a dream?”

“Sorry, Goldie, but this is all reality.” Riley replies.

“So you keep telling yourself. But I can see the future. Riley. You are a STAIN of a man, and in the future you will be alone, so desperate and sad. Right now, you cling to your delusions, though they will get you nowhere. As I said, you are just like so many others before you. You see that girlfriend of yours? She'll be gone faster than you can say 'Action' if you continue to treat her the way you do. And if you really consider that harem of yours a group of 'friends', then truly, I pity you. ”

The Spirit Squad are talking amongst themselves. The smile has dropped from Riley's face. He looks angry as Goldust continues.

“It's time to wake up, Riley. No matter how much you claim to be different, in the end you will be nothing but another nameless, faceless man in the crowd. And come Walk Of Fame, I will show you the path to the land of the waking. I, Gold Almighty, will shatter your dreams...”

The crowd cheers as Riley gets angrier and angrier. Goldust just stands and stares into Riley's eyes, which are burning with rage. Abruptly, he jerks Melissa by the arm, and storms out of the ring. Melissa gives a cry of pain at the sudden pulling on her arm, but she follows Riley out of the ring. Riley stops to whisper something to Mitch before stomping down the ramp and stopping next to the curtain. The crowd jeers.

“As we saw here, Goldust had some harsh words for Riley.”
“I don;t see why Riley is so upset. If being 'unique' meant being like Goldust, I'm not sure I'd want to be unique myself.”
“I have to s- Wait, what's happening?”

The Spirit Squad have surrounded the ring. They stand on top of the apron, one on three sides, two on the left. Goldust looks to each side, taking stock of the situation, before readying himself to fight.

“Get him!” calls Riley from the ramp.

The Spirit Squad complies, getting into the ring to the screams and boos from the crowd. They circle around Goldust, bloodthirsty, looking for an opening. Goldust turns, trying to see them all, before he's clubbed from behind by Mitch and taken off of his feet. The Squad lays into Goldust with kick after kick after kick as the crowd boos and screams. Riley smiles. Suddenly, he's nearly knocked off-balance by someone shoving past him in their dash to the ring.

“What the devil-”
“Percy Watson! It's 'Showtime' Percy Watson!!”

And so it is. The crowd roars as Showtime slides into the ring and starts pulling Spirit Squad members away from Goldust and leveling them with punches to the skull left, right, and center. The crowd is chanting Showtime's name as he lights up the ring like a house on fire. Free of attackers, Goldust struggles to his feet and takes his place behind Watson. The two men stand back-to-back, slowly turning to look at the Spirit Squad members who have gotten up by now. They try to lunge towards the Goldust and Watson duo, but they fight them off, throwing forearms and punches, grabbing Squad members and shoving them out of the way until the Spirit Squad beats a hasty retreat, leaping over the ropes and running down the ramp.

“Come on!” yells Watson after them. “Come back and fight like men!”

They pay him no mind, still running to the curtain as the crowd cheers. Back in the ring, Goldust places his arm around Watson, thanking him as his music plays and the crowd roars.

“Things are just continuing to heat up!” exclaims Styles.

“You've got that right, Styles. I may not have been very complimentary of the show tonight, but there's no denying that the match between Goldust and Alex Riley will be one to watch come Walk Of Fame.”

“Don't forget to tune in next week for another exciting episode of SCW! Good night everybody!”

The camera focuses on Goldust and Watson playing to the crowd as the show ends.​

 

[Theo Mays]

SCW Feedback

As promised Doc here is my SCW review/feedback.

24/7 title/Dudebusters part 1

-Love that we didn't get a full on match with Hurricane and Burchill. And with Sandy adding the steel cage stipulation to their match for the title at the PPV it makes outside interference nearly irrelevant. Burchill is gonna have to do it on his own for once. Really looking forward to reading that matchup come Walk of Fame.

-Ahh the Dudebusters. Boy do I love those guys. Love the friendly tension they have going on. Knowing they would never get rid of each other, but still the little friendly disagreement adds a real life aspect to the Dudebusters.

Glacier vs. Danielson/Dudebusters part 2

-Hmm interesting developments. Danielson is not well liked around the FCW parts (minus Wade Barrett). A bit disappointed to see Danielson lose, but it will only further his hatred for SCW and will garner him more heat with the fans. Wondering if an alliance is in the making between him and Barrett or if it will be a lovefest ala Cole and Miz.

-Dudebusters, again are awesome. Nothing like settling your differences over some video gaming competition. Again, the real life aspect between the two makes it that much better.

Percy Watson vs. Spirit Squad/Zack Ryder

-Uh uh (hand motions) OH YEAH! Hey baby it's showtime and Percy Watson is in the house. Can I get an Oh Yeah? Of course I can if there was anyone around me haha. Love that Percy Watson is staying in the main scene of things despite not being involved in the title hunt (right now). Him feuding with Riley's clique only makes him a future competitor with Riley (with or without the championship).

-Woo Woo Woo, YOU. KNOW. IT. That promo Zacktastic. It just oozed Ryder and sounded perfect. It seems you got the Zack Ryder character down pact and I'm hoping to see him move on up in the ranks of SCW.

Circus/Dudebusters vs. XTC
-Boy are the circus gang confusing. Natty as an oddball seems rather attractive. A very well written vignette, probably the best part of the show thus far. Really looking forward to seeing the circus debut and I wonder what kind of role they will play in SCW. I see bright future for the gang.

-Ahh Kendrick and Kanyon are XTC gotcha. Wasn't sure lol. A good, fun match. Umm a fireball from the Dudebusters? Intriguing. Makes me wonder if Croft and Barretta are gonna develop video game skills throughout the coming weeks. Maybe they'll start morphing all Pokemon style haha. Oh and I love 3 count.

Goldust/Riley

-Great stuff. Goldust's character may be your best work and his promo was by far the best the show had to offer. Love how he picked apart Riley's character and love that Percy Watson came to make the save. Good stuff.

Only complaint I have is that you could use some more build for the PPV, Walk of Fame. I expect that it'll occur on next week's show. If I remember correctly you have two matches thus far, with them being the championship gold. Quick question, do you have a tag team championship?

 

[Burnout]

I thought I'd give abit of feedback.

- love your work Doc. For one show you really develop each charachter so much. I love your portrayal of Goldust, and as Theo said, very good promo!
-Great hype of the debut of circus, for a online show, you can make someone darn intrested in it.
-Enjoyable match between dudebusters anf XTC, though the fireball had me scratching my head? lol. Oh and the dudebusters were great in their other segment.
- I like where your going with DB, it'll be intresting no doubt to see what happens next.
-Great use of Percy watson and Zack ryder, thought they were both great.
-Like the developments between Burchill and The Hurricane, and was suprised by the stipulation.

All in all a great show, and cant wait to read walk of fame!

 

[Remix]

Ok, I said I'd give you feedback, so I shall.

The commentary is awesome, really adds to the show and you've got both Barrett and Styles pegged.

The first match was what it was, a match cut short leading up to the real match at the PPV. 'Twas good for what it was.

The Dudebusters segments (and I'll tackle them both together) were awesome, and them having one hell of a bromance is awesome too.

Next up was the Glacier vs Danielson match which was good, mostly thanks to Danielson and Barrett. The match makes sence considering that Bryan is pretty much the opposite of what SCW is while Glacier is sub zero, only not awesome.

Percy Watson annoys me, in SCW or reality. Other than that, good segment.

The backstage interview was good, and continued the Titus, Zack and London storyline. Ryder was done perfectly here. Zack asking Lacey to call him was funny too.

The GSC thing was odd but good and well written. Little else to say here, other than I await their debut with anticipation.

XTC vs Dudebusters was good, with an odd ending. What's up with Crofty screwing over the team? Is the bromance coming to an end? Did he break a rod? Does he level up quadratically? I look forward to finding out.

Goldust and Riley was perfect. Nothing more to add there.