Everyone Has A Demon!!

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The Scene opens up somewhere particularly and maybe nowhere at all. The Masked Avenger comes to ahead in the cameras  The Diabolical face of a once famed man or women is still yet a mystery to us all. Will The Masked Avenger ever be unmasked? Only time will tell.  Will Alzy rip his Masked Avengers Mask off? I doubt that very Highly because he doesn’t have the balls to . Will the questions be answered or told about the accusations being thrown about by Alzy? All that will be answered right now because The Masked Avenger stands by to speak what he or she has to say. Let us Listen in and see what our Avenger has for us.


The Cameras then pan into a Masked Avenger whom is ready to speak in a voice that of a modern day Darth Vader to cover up the sex of  The Avenger.


Masked Avenger

This Overdrive Fifty comes with a price. Management doesn’t book me at their TLC PPV? You know what I think of that is a bunch of horse shit. I am more talented the all the roster but yet I don’t get treated with respect. I know all about The Alzy character. A Nobody looking about to becoming a somebody. I know who you are in a nutshell. You think you are going to rip my mask off and expose who I am. I am not a lackey of Brian Kennedy and never will. It show you don’t read watch peoples promos or results. Oh wait but you did know I destroyed Brian Kennedy which is something that seems like you couldn’t do and are trying to commend me for doing so.  Just because Alzy you are a jobbing hack and  don’t belong in the ring doesn’t mean you can try and commend me for my actions in the ring.   I beat a tag team champion and I am stuck in the lower card with a nameless hack that I have never even heard of you let alone have seen that you are an immortal enemy of Brian Kennedy. Well you got your mind on Brian Kennedy and not the bigger picture here.


Alzy you think that just because I didn’t attack Brian Kennedy that I didn’t follow through with what I said I was gonna do. I out promoted Brian Kennedy  and he ran away with his tail between his legs. Championships or no Championships I did what I said  I was going to do. I walked out at Overdrive 49 and  defeated Brian Kennedy. You are trying to befriend me and I do not like it. No one is a friend to me but another enemy of my enemy and that  is what sets everyone else apart from me. They find people to latch onto but me I will not do such a thing.  Yeah I may need someone in my best interest to help me up but you know what I stab them in the back when they least expect it. I am a one person army. What you see is what you get. I am not hiding.  Just because you do not  know my identity doesn’t mean I am hiding. If you defeat me it just makes it  look like you are that much better. You could be looking at a demon if a witch    a ladies man a womens women. Hell I could be Donald Freaking Trump underneath the mask and you would have no Idea.


The Masked Avenger pulls out a piece of what seems to be a mask of human flesh(Not real human flesh)   Masked Avenger then pulls a piece of and  crumbles it in the beings glove and then continues to speak.


This piece of flesh represents the skin you will shed after facing me Alzy.  I will not team up with you. Brian Kennedy won’t be a threat anymore because of the  fact that I beat him at his own game. What you gonna do the same thing Kennedy does whine his way to victories and politic your way to winning a match. That seems that all these wrestlers these days are good for is whining and til they get what they want. You claim you have a piece of my mask. Wrong I never leave my mask around the arena so how could  you get ahold of the proper mask it may look like something you found  but my mask is made of certain material that most masks aren’t made of.


In all truthfulness I don’t need anyones help to take out opposition. I am coming in here and going on a vengeance I do not care who you are. Whether you are a man women or beast  or he she I don’t give a fuck. Alzy I am going to rip your spleen out of your body and watch as you lie there and bleed to your demise. Everyone has a Demon Alzy and your demon is to be attacked by Brian Kennedy and your obsession with him really intrigues me.  You think I am going to let you get inside my head think you are going to make bend to your will I think not . I thin you need to be taught a lesson and sent to the back of the line because when it is all said and done  I am going to be a champion and come January at the next ppv is when I will mask until then all you just fuck off. I am who I am and when I want to reveal I will.


Alzy come Overdrive 50 your demons will come true and your worst nightmare will be unveiled and you will receive the same fate as your buddy Brian Kennedy. In hiding because I a mysterious person has beaten them. See ya soon and try not to piss yourself on the way to the ring because  My words are very intimidating. Your time is running out!!!


The Masked Avenger taunts the cameras as  smoke fills the area and suddenly The Avenger is nowhere to be seen as the cameras fade to black.



Salt Lake City…..Emily is here

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Off Camera


Emily Desmond looks across Salt Lake City, Utah having arrived earlier today from New York City. This time of year was hard as it was 15 years ago that her mom, her real mom, Selena Desmond, had been killed in a savage attack carried out by people that were looking for her dad Christopher, aka Chris, Desmond. They had broke in, guns ready, and Selena had grabbed Emily’s hand, who was 5 at the time, and ran for the back door….


Selena: Go! We have to run!


Emily was being pushed out the back door, and all Emily knew was it was what her mom had kept warning about, the thing that Selena had practiced for. Emily runs out the back door, hearing both gunshots and shouts, but also her mom’s footsteps behind her. Her mom’s hand was in hers, and suddenly Selena stumbled as if she had found a depression in the ground. The fall tore her hand from young Emily’s and it made Emily turn around. Selena was holding her upper stomach. When she pulled her hand away there was blood. Selena looks at Emily, trying to stay upright.


Selena: Run! Go! Someone will come for you, I promise. You have to hide.


Emily stares at her mom, but the shouts in the house are coming closer.


Selena: Emily Christine! RUN!


Emily started running toward the woods near their house, but then she had an idea. She ran to the playground that was sort of on the same course. She got to it and turned around, and so far the people weren’t after her. She climbed up on the equipment and then slide about a quarter of the way down one of the tubes and waited, trying to catch her breath, and also trying not to cry out loud. As she wipes at the tears she hears voices, and footsteps so she waits, almost holding her breath, then she hears the voices trail towards the woods. She waited for what seemed an eternity, and then she heard a voice. She had looked out and all the people were gone. The voice came from her father, who was kneeling over Selena’s body. Emily carefully climbed down as Chris got closer until she was certain he would see her, and she finally exited the last few feet. Chris is almost frantic until he sees her standing there, her face with streaks from where the tears had ran through the dirt. He runs up to her, kneels down and hugs her to him. She pulls back and looks him in the face, then over his shoulder towards her mom’s body. Chris follows her gaze.


Chris: Yes honey, I’m sorry.


Emily looks into his dark green eyes, trying to comprehend that her mom was indeed gone, would never be there for an encouraging word, a hug, tucking her into bed. She swallows her tears, trying to gain composure but the man she knew as her father was crying to. He hugs her to his warm body before she pulls away again.


Emily: She’s dead, isn’t she?


Chris: Yeah. I won’t ever ask this of you again unless you want to, but I need you to tell me exactly what happened here today.


Emily goes into an incredibly well described scene for a 5 year old, but then when it comes to Selena falling to the ground Emily can’t hold back the pain and tears she’s feeling. She starts crying and Chris comforts the dark hair child. He looks around before he backs her up a step to wipe her face.


Chris: Emily we can’t stay here. The bad people might come back.


Emily: Why? Why did they do this?


Chris lets out a sigh, wondering how to put his complicated life….their complicated life into words that Emily would understand.


Chris: Ok when you’re older, you have to be at least 12, I’ll tell you everything. For now we’ll pack a few things for you and then we’ll leave.


Emily: Where are we going?


Chris: I have a friend who has a home in Tokyo, well an apartment. We’ll go there, I know she won’t mind when I tell her.


Emily: Her?


Chris: Trust me, Anna really is a friend, a friend who could never turn her back on us.


They go inside, and Emily makes her way to her room, which looks exactly the same as it did when she had got up. Nothing had been disturbed by the bad people so Emily goes and finds a small suitcase. She pulls open a couple drawers as her father appears in the doorway.


Chris: Don’t worry too much about clothes past a two or three days. We’ll buy you new stuff. But take any mementos you want. I’ll have someone come and pack up the house, but take stuff you want now.


Emily grabs the stuffed bear that her mom had given her on her birthday, and then finds the picture of her with both of her parents, during a time that seemed simple, well simple to a 5 year old. She also has a picture where its just her mom and puts that in the suitcase. She opens the dresser and pulls out a few shirts, undies, nightgown, and a couple pairs of pants. Knowing that one day she could get the rest back makes it a bit simpler. She can hear her father on the phone.


Chris: Its….its bad. I need a huge favor from you. Yes I’m catching a flight to Savannah and then…..I need your help Anna. I’ll explain a lot better when I see you.


Emily closes her suitcase and goes out to see her dad making another call. He raises a hand to her to indicate just a minute.


Chris: Yes…..Yes I need someone to come and pack up the house, especially Emily’s stuff. OK yes, we won’t be here…….I prefer to wait until I’m certain where I’m going but she’ll be with me…..thank you.


He looks at Emily who has her suitcase in hand. Chris walks over and and takes the suitcase and looks at her, concern and love in his eyes.


Chris: Why….don’t you wash up a bit honey. We don’t want people wondering why one of us looks like I kidnapped her.


Emily nods and goes in the bathroom. Looking in the mirror she can see why her dad was a bit concerned. Her hair was going every direction and she looked like she had been playing in mud. She goes back to her room, pulls out a new shirt and pants, then goes in the bathroom. She picks up the washcloth and washes her face, arms and hands. She changes into the clean clothes and is trying to brush her hair when her dad comes in. He smiles at her and takes the hair brush. In moments he has it pulled back in a ponytail and she grabs a ribbon on the counter.


Emily: Can you do it? Mommy always did.


Chris takes the ribbon and ties it around the ponytail also. He kneels down and looks her over. He nods.


Chris: Way better. You ready?


Emily: Do we really have to go?


Chris: Em, sweetheart, if we stay here they might figure it out and come back and …..I can’t lose you too. These people are bad people, and I’m not sure they wouldn’t hurt you just because you’re a kid. So yes.


Emily: Where we going?


Chris: We’re catching a flight to Savannah, Georgia and we’ll stay with my friend for two or three days while we get things figured out with traveling to Tokyo, and then we’ll catch a flight, or a few flights, and go there. I wish…..I wish I could give you time to say goodbye to your friends and all.


Emily: Can we stop by the school? My favorite jacket is there and I can say bye to my teacher.


Chris smiles, and strokes her head the way Selena use to.


Chris: We can, you just can’t tell her anything beyond that …..blame me. Tell her that my job calls for us to immediately leave. If she asks….


Emily: Mommy always say be careful what I say unless you or her says it’s ok.


Chris: Your mom was right.


He straightens up and goes out to the living room and she follows. He picks the suitcase up again and then opens the door for her. He looks outside then he lets her out first. She stops and looks back into the house she had shared with her mom, painful memories erupting, but she refuses to cry. She goes down the steps as her dad closes the door. They make their way to the car that is out front, and he helps her into the back of the car. She waits as he buckles her in, and then he goes around and puts the suitcase in the back seat next to her. He starts the car and Emily cant help but look at the house again. She would almost swear that she sees her mom waving goodbye and it brings new tears to her eyes. She cries quietly for a moment before her father is handing her a tissue….well several. She takes them and dries her eyes and blows her nose.


Chris: No one will hurt you again, at least people like this.


Emily lets out a sigh and turns around and looks back into the suite. The memories sometimes feel as fresh as the day they had happened. She remembers the stop at the school and she said good by her teacher as her dad withdrew her officially. They had flown to Savannah and Emily met the woman who would love her like a mother, Lynn’s heart had gone out to Emily, and eventually Emily had come to love Lynn like a mother. In fact when she was in high school Lynn had officially adopted Emily, but had told Emily she didn’t have to take her last name, that she could go by Desmond.


Emily walks into the suite then had taken at the Grand America, the the presidential suite, and it was more luxurious than she had hoped for Salt Lake City. But then she couldn’t remember when she had ever been here, so she had a skewed view of what it would be like. She had heard that the Mormon church (Well if we go by what they say Church of Latter Day Saints of Jesus Christ) controlled everything. What she had seen on the news thus far didn’t make it seem like they did, well not true, they did have their hand in a couple different election results, but still, it wasn’t involvement like she thought it would be. Emily knows that this show would be a bit different, but she also feels she has a decent chance to win. She walks into the room and her dad is looking at his laptop and shakes his head. He seems Emily and nods towards his computer.


Chris: Have you seen what Larissa said?


Emily: You mean she really did say something?


Chris: Apparently you might have hit a nerve.


Emily: She’ll be lucky I don’t take a bat to her. Do I even…..do I want to see this?


Chris: I hope so. I called the tv station down the street and was able to rent a camera crew for a bit. They’ll be here in about…half hour.


He stands up, holding the laptop. Emily takes the seat he had been in and he hands her the laptop. She makes herself comfortable, and hits play…….


A few minutes later Emily closes the laptop.


Emily: Come on dad, is she for real?


Chris raises an eyebrow at her and cocks his head to the left. Emily rolls her eyes and then puts the laptop on the end table next to the chair. She stands up and stretches.


Chris: What are you doing?


Emily: Changing my shirt and brush my hair….and get something. I need a few minutes before you put me on camera. So get them set up, and I’ll be ready.


Emily goes into one of the bedrooms and shuts the door. She goes over to the closet and finds the shirt she wants. She takes off the tshirt she had been wearing and puts on the light pink, nearly white, silk shirt. She steps into the bathroom and brushes her hair. When she comes back out she walks over to a duffle bag and pulls out what is probably her most cherished possession….the Alternative title belt. She looks at it, grabs the washcloth off the dresser, and rubs it across the face, making sure its clean. She hears a knock, and hears her dad’s voice. She opens the door and the camera crew are setting up. Chris looks at her and she smiles and goes over to him.


Emily: Relax Dad, I have this.


Chris nods, and goes to the camera crew, directing them to focus on the chair Emily had been sitting in earlier. She grabs a water out of the refrigerator, opens it and takes a couple drinks so her mouth hopefully won’t go totally dry. She picks her way over a couple electrical cords and sits down, placing the water bottle on the table next to the laptop, and the title belt in her lap. Granted the belt isn’t on the line at this show, but she is still Alternative champion, a position she loves having. The camera crew look at her.


Emily: I’m ready whenever you guys are.


On Camera


Emily Desmond is sitting in an armchair, next to a table that currently holds a laptop and a bottle of water. Her dark hair is loose, with a piece of it tucked behind an ear, and she’s wearing a silk shirt, but one can tell it’s not a perfect white, but it’s hard to determine the color. .She has her legs crossed, and in her lap is the thing that sets her apart from others in SCW, the Alternative title. A title she’s held 537 days, an incredible feat not just in SCW, but anywhere. She looks up at the ceiling for a moment, and then she gazes out the nearby door that opens onto a small balcony where one can look down at Salt Lake City’s east side, clear up to the University of Utah. The outside crew are preparing for Christmas, finishing up a few small last details. Emily takes a deep breath, and lets it out, almost with a sigh, and then she looks at the camera.


Emily: Larissa…..has no one ever told you that you should do your homework before you climb in the ring with someone. Especially where I’ve been in SWAT nearly two years, so it’s not like you have to search very hard to come up with intelligent things to say. Instead you chose to wholy focus on what I did say and you actually gave me a headache. You might ask why, and its because so many things in what you said are….so incredulous that I can’t believe you even dared to say them. They only served to make you look …..well I won’t say stupid, as that’s not what it does, but makes you look……well like you didn’t do your research. So along the way I hope to clarify a few things.


Now first off I’m glad you have something to occupy your mind, but I’m starting to think that you shouldn’t just make it a side thing you have going on, but make it not just your primary concern, but your only concern. But then if you make the mistakes that you made in approaching our match, mall restoring won’t be very profitable for you either.


You start off with something that screams you didn’t do some looking, because if you had you would know that I’m very well versed in submission. Hell I had a submissions only match back at Spring Meltdown and I took on a man who knows me better than anyone. I faced my own tag partner and even he knows that they man who trained me, who was in SCW years ago, is a submissions expert! In fact he taught me all he knew about submissions. Before you try saying he was some newbie or such, keep trying. The man has held titles around the world, hell he held the SCW tag titles twice, so obviously he knows his shit. You could have even asked Alzy about him, as they have faced each other, or about me for that matter, but again your lack of checking your facts screams so loud. So you know how to do an armbar, or as you put it, several of them. Yay for you? If that was meant to scare me, it didn’t even register on the meter. So let’s keep going.


I would hope that you respect me, given how long I’ve held this…..


Emily taps the Alternative title in her lap.


And yes, I said your win over Jessica was a fluke. Well I’m sorry but I must stand by my words there, something had to be off in Jessica’s mind to even allow it to happen, and then you went and broke her arm even! Was that so she wouldn’t come racing at you for a rematch? Was that it was the only way you could win? I……I have to ask it because all of SCW wants to know why take it to that extreme, a simple submission move would have been just as effective. I’ve put people in….you name it, sharpshooter, figure four leglock, and a crossface, which is the one I’m most effective with, but I didn’t put them in it to injure them so they can’t compete for a few months. If that’s how you show respect my heart goes out to your other competitors in the months to come. Because seriously Larissa, that’s not how you do it. I don’t care if you’re training to be a wrestler, or even MMA. In fact breaking an arm might be seen as tame in MMA but this isn’t UFC or the like, this is WRESTLING. We want slow our opponents down, not risk a potential career ending injury.


Emily picks up the water bottle, and takes a long drink. As she replaces the cap she seems lost in her thoughts, but she’s not there for long.


You know Larissa when I started watching what you had to say, for a moment I was confused. Not because I had some blow to the head or such, but because you talk about the Dragon’s Lair. You know the only dragon I know around here is…..Jessica. Wait, did …..are you one of her dragons? Because if you were I wouldn’t hide it. But I have a feeling that you’re not because Jessica carefully picks the ladies, well anyone who is allowed to say they are one of her dragons, and seriously I’m pretty damn sure that she wouldn’t take you, partially because of your lack of training, but also because that away from the ring she would want you focused on HER enterprises. You went on and on about how you were this “red headed dragon”. Well I’m sorry but the red headed dragon that I recognize….and have a great deal of admiration and respect for….once again the name Jessica Tendonin comes to mind. You talk about how her ego will be knocked down, but are you really that dense? Because all you have done is awoke the dragon, the TRUE dragon, and she will come back with one thing in mind, and that is to end your career. Keep calling yourself the dragon and you will only serve to intensify her anger towards you.


Larissa that’s not how you earn respect in wrestling, around here especially. If you think that you need to maim and injure everyone, pretty soon you will find that no one respects you. I know right now you really aren’t earning points with myself or with Alzy. In fact I had to check, and let’s see…..


Emily picks up a piece of paper that had been laying on the table as well.


Overdrive 47 you took on Miranda Jones, who hasn’t been heard from since, and you lost to her. Then at the very next show, Overdrive 48, is when you lost to Alzy. See Larissa, I’m saying that you beating Jessica was a fluke because…you weren’t winning! You were becoming very good at losing. I mean people would remember your name because they would say “didn’t she lose pretty much a great deal of her matches in SCW” and I’m proving you’re doing just that. Yet you think I should respect you. Well as I said, I respect Jessica. Oh I might not be her number one fan, but I respect her. Same can be said for Paige Lewis, and it’s not simply because she’s beat Jessica as well. That’s part of it, part of its because of how she’s handled herself in the ring. If you’re curious how they earned my respect its because of the poise and grace they show when they have defeated someone, even when that person is my own tag partner. They don’t come off as an obnoxious …….well bitch. Sorry but it’s true. For me you seem to try and come off as some egotistical “I only care about myself” person when you’ve barely done anything that is noteworthy. So that is why I’ve said you are a fluke, and you don’t have any of my respect. You can try and play the “cool as a cucumber” all you want, but eventually you will show that you are a narcissist and that when it boils down to it, you’ll never have that respect that so many of us crave. Not many in SCW can I say I have it for them, but the few know who they are.


Emily lays the piece of paper back down, and picks up the water bottle again. This time after she takes a drink, she tightens the lid back on but then sort of tosses back and forth, not a great distance, in fact less than an inch, but it seems she needs something for her hands to do.


So you hold the “secondary” title. I see…..and I don’t? Because you see Larissa, this title…


Emily lays the bottle in her lap and picks up the Alternative title as if for effect.


Is at least the secondary title, hell maybe even equal to the World Heavyweight title that is held by Paige. See Larissa I took this title and I made it being so prestigious. I made it a title that people want to hold for a few reasons. One is…well as I said it’s possibly even equal to the World title, but because if they do beat me, they have beaten one of the best. See I didn’t win this title yesterday. In fact June 17, 2017 is when I won it, defeating a man who some thought couldn’t be stopped, I beat Priest for it. In fact look what happened when I did defeat him, he left SCW. I know it’s said he’s returned to the fed that he was once so well known for, and he did take me on in a rematch, but he lost. I’ve put this title on the line several times since then, each time in different type of matches, and I have several more in mind. I just have to figure out how feasible they are, but Larissa you’re lucky, ours is a simple wrestling match, one that I plan on winning.


Emily sets the title back in her lap, and then starts drumming her fingers on the gold that is shining and reflecting the light.


I can’t……you say that you respect people in this company, then you threaten one of the top people with the breaking your neck line, ending your career line. Hell I would thought you were smarter than a rock, but do you realize you could paralyze someone? Would you be able to look at yourself in the mirror if you heard that your opponent would never walk again, never be able to use their arms? While I may not like many around here, I would NEVER threaten to end a career. See that’s the type of shit that will earn you less respect, even lose it. You have no class or couth when it comes to this business and you have no right to be here. In fact your attitude here can dribble over into your other career. I have to wonder how you would feel if you lost clients because they heard you being a bitch and threatening like you do. But still you said that no one was above you except Paige and I disagree a great deal with that because it’s not like I’m not defending this title. I am, plus ….and I hope she’s fine, but when was the last time we saw Paige? Hell when she didn’t show up for TLC is when I closed my eyes and hoped they find her in one piece and not hacked into little pieces. But seriously Larissa for you to think that my title means less than yours…..your attitude seriously is starting to sicken me.


Emily picks up the water bottle, but she doesn’t take a drink. She holds it, but one can tell that her hand is tightening around it.


I’m not wanting your title Larissa, never mind that I could beat you for it if I wanted, then I would hold two titles in SCW. No, I have my eyes on a different title, and as you were so kind to point out, Paige is the one who holds it. I hope to get a shot at it at some point, but in the meantime Larissa I’m going to teach you what respect means. When I’m done, you will respect me. You might not like me…..but you’ll respect me. I’m not going to threaten to break your bones, or end your career like you did, I’m simply going to put you through hell and when it’s over, you’ll know you should be careful what you say.


Emily stands up, holding the Alternative title with one hand. She drops the water bottle into the chair she was sitting in and the camera fades to black.


Goal Accomplished

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It had been just months since my debut in wrestling, with SCW, and now, I was one of the top people in the company. Sure, one loss to Alzy had set me back, but since then, I’d been on fire. I was standing in the mall that I was helping to rebuild, in my second home of Cleveland, Ohio, home to the Rolling Acres Mall, which I was helping to get going again. It had been rebuilt, the frame had anyway. I was standing on a concrete floor, as the flooring had not been put down yet. The stores had not been built. What this mall was, was a shell. As I spoke, a smile crossed my face.

Larissa: Emily Desmond. Another champion in the company. But you aren’t facing just another champion. You’re facing a submission machine, and remember one thing. The armbar isn’t the only hold I know. The fact is that you’re definently going to be feeling a lot of them, if not all of them. But enough on that.

Right now, the mall was nothing but a frame. But soon it would be flourishing again. I was actually surprised that Amazon gave us the rights to the building, as they’d had it since 2015. But they had told us why, which would be revealed at a later time. My red hair was pushed back, as I sported my usual red gear, but with a red and white suit along with my trademark red glasses as well.

Larissa: Emily, while the respect is indeed there, let me warn you. You’re walking into the Dragon’s Lair. And when you walk in, you don’t walk out in one piece. You mentioned what I did to Jessica, writing it off as somewhat a fluke? No honey. It was not. I am trained in submissions and in MMA, so I know how to break limbs and force submissions. It’s not something that came out as a fluke. And I will show you just how little of a fluke it was when I snap your arm too.


My confidence soon turned into rage. After hearing what had been said about the win, there were things I wanted to do to her that would be talked about shortly. I collected myself momentarily, but I knew it wasn’t going to last. Since the win though, I had lost my arrogance which had since turned into ruthless aggression. It had turned to rage as well. As the rage fires on, I continue on with my own promo.

Larissa: Emily, by writing my win off as non legit, you awakened the dragon. This redheaded dragon is in no mood to be called a fluke winner. Let me ask you. If my win was a fluke, then what does that make the fact that I’m currently the secondary champion, after beating the seemingly unbeatable Jessica Tendonin? I promise you that when she comes back, her ego will be knocked down a peg. And you’re next. The fact that you even IMPLIED that my win was a fluke makes me want to break every limb in your body and beat you over the head with them, and after that, it makes me also want to break your neck and end your career. But see, even though I want to, I must not. Why not? Because unlike some, I do have some mercy in me, and I would never want to end the career of someone as promising as you. But the fact is that I do want to hurt you for what you said about the biggest win of my career.

As I walked through what would be the first floor of stores, noting that the escalators were not in yet but had arrived. Our mechanic would need to put them in later. But the fact was that the mall would be open soon but right now it was a whole lot of nothing but would soon be as beautiful as my own face. But for now, it was the way it was.


Larissa: But Emily, while my loss to Alzy was a setback, it was my first ever match. I’m not making excuses for something in the past, but the fact is that match is in the past, but I am the future. And this title says just that. I am not one to be arrogant, but I feel like I am the future of this fine company. And with this title, there’s only one above me. And that is Paige’s. When ever she comes out of hiding, I’m coming for her. But for now, it will be you that eats your own words. You call me a fluke. But I’m going to prove you otherwise in a matter of only days. The facts are that you just aren’t the person to take this from me. But for now, ciao. I have better things to do.



Off Camera


As my promo ended, and the camera was put away, I stood in the middle of what would soon be the all new Rolling Acres Mall. However, I wouldn’t get to do much as my communicator watch beeped, meaning Charlie had another mission for me to do. As I listened to what he said, I smiled a bit.


Charlie: Scarlett, we have another situation. This time, in the jungles of Rwanda. Apparently, whoever it was stole a lion and is going to skin them for a lion hide rug. But I know you can stop them. The facts are that the person spotted had black hair and blue eyes. They left for Rwanda from Toronto at about 4 pm today. As it is now 4:25, I have emailed your ticket to you. Agent Scarlett, we wish you luck. And remember, you have until Wendesday at 8 pm to bring that thief home and return the lion unharmed to Rwanda. Good luck.




Agent Scarlett: Alright, I’m on it. I’ll be there as soon as I can. I can tell you right now, that lion will be returned safely, or I will forfeit my badge and everything that makes me a detective. There’s no way in hell I’m letting this case slip away from me. You can count on me.


I stated confidently as I printed out my pass and boarded the plane. Within about six hours, I had reached destination. The destination being Kigali, Rwanda. I then took a jeep ride to the jungle, to investigate the area. At this time, everyone was sleeping, so I couldn’t investigate more yet until morning, as it was four AM. But I roamed the jungle, looking for clues, as the scene ended.









The Mayan Warning

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It had been weeks. Princess Kiya could not locate Paige Lewis. She always knew where her young protege was. She knew other persons were trying to locate Paige, but it was important that SHE find her. If someone else were to find Paige Lewis, it would not be good. She needed to maintain her control.

Princess Kiya was meditated. Or, she seemed to be. In truth, the strange woman was yet again trying to locate Paige Lewis. The harder she looked, the more frustrated she became. If Paige Lewis were found by someone else…everything would be ruined. She did not have time to train another protege. Time was running short. Very short indeed.

Princess Kiya: Paige…help me find you.

And then, she felt a pang. Deep in her being. Not her soul; she hadn’t had one of those in ages. She didn’t know what it meant, but it was not good. Princess Kiya sat up, shaking. She wiped the blood away from her nose. Paige Lewis was beyond even her now. She screamed. The inhuman screech rent forth and made the chamber shake.


Later, with a live feed being broadcast directly to SCW’s official website, Princess Kiya began cutting her first promo.

Princess Kiya: They call you Fury…The Wrath of the Desert. Cute monikers for a mortal. You don’t know the desert like I do. Three thousand years ago, I crossed the desert. I was goal oriented, and would not let anyone stand in my way. Not even my own father. He betrayed me. He wasn’t the first mortal to do so, nor will he be the last.

You see, I’m from the New Kingdom. I’m from a time where if someone breathed wrong in my presence, I’d carve out their lungs on the spot. If a man even thought of touching me, he’d be dismembered in front of his family. So, I understand I’m supposed to be impressed by you, Fury. I’m not. A has been does not impress me. Someone who is just…here…does not impress me. You, Fury, do not impress me.

The rag wearing woman paused for a moment, her eyes seeming to pierce the lens of the camera.

Princess Kiya: I understand your heritage is of Mexico. I don’t pretend to be very knowledgeable on your culture, but I do know a small bit about the ancient civilizations of the area. Most of you mortals, a few years ago, were concerned about the end of the world. And then, you all woke up the next day, had a sigh of relief, and went to work. December 21st, 2012. You mortals are so obsessed with the end times. And believe me, they will come.

But the Mayan Calendar did not predict the end of the world. No, it predicted, and pinpointed the exact date of when the world would once again feel my wrath. You see, my Lord Set granted me immortality. In exchange for my soul, I was given everything I wanted. But the mortals of my time feared my growing power, so they locked me away. I was buried in the desert, because they couldn’t kill me. The fools thought they could lock me away for an eternity.

I told you I’m not impressed by you, Fury, and it’s nothing personal. Mortals just don’t impress me very much. Since I stepped back into the world of the living, I’m only been impressed by a handful of you. Paige Lewis is obviously one of them. I’ve decided to step into the ring to show everyone that I am a force the likes of which most of the living have never seen. You will all learn to fear me.

The Mayans feared me before I was even born. My father feared me on his throne, so he went and found a wench to impregnate, and steal my throne away. My baby brother…it only took one hand. He didn’t even get a chance to cry. I’m almost sad of that…it may have sustained me. I want to hear you scream, Fury. I want to see that look of helplessness in your eyes as you realize you are no match for me.

I will win this Mega Cup Series, and then, I will silence everyone. Nobody will stand in the way of my plans. I will carve out a canal, fill it with the blood of you mortals, and then wade through it on my way to my destiny. I want you to make peace with your demons, Fury. Because when we meet in the ring…I am going to hurt you really, really bad.

With that, it was over. Princess Kiya lunged at the camera and the broadcast ended.

Masked Avenger, its time to quit hiding

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The camera opens and Alzy Hawkhsaw is standing, looking the picture windows that over English Bay in Vancouver, British Columbia and admires the view. The sun is starting to set, and is reflecting off the water of the bay in an inviting way, but Alzy knows that if he steps outside he will become cold faster than one would think. Plus he was waiting for the camera crew that was setting up by his fireplace, where a fire was burning. Alzy knows little about his opponent, well with the exception of they seem to share a hatred. But then that’s what the camera crew is about and a guy comes over and taps Alzy on the shoulder. Alzy jumps, so lost in his thoughts he had actually not seen the guy approaching him. Alzy stops to pick up what looks like a scrap of material then takes his place before the camera.


Alzy: So….masked avenger, what a name. I had hoped at TLC you would do us all a favor and not just unmask but shut up that asshole known as Brian Kennedy. Yes I’ve watched you when you’ve entered the ring and you’ve done what an awful lot of us around here would love to do, and that is shut Kennedy up once and for all. As you can probably guess he is not my favorite person, and you’d be right. He only seems to speak up when either he’s in a match for a title, or when his partner Jessica is around to prod him into speaking up. Instead we’re treated to little snippets of him and his buddies…..or as he would probably put it, his homies, are sitting around getting high and drinking. Seriously I see that shit and hell my son knows what I do for a living, but I don’t dare let him watch SCW for fear that you will encourage him to do things that….I don’t approve of. I would say illegal but pot is now legal in Canada. Not one of my favorite things to hear, but it seems these days I’m greatly outnumbered, at least among those that I frequently hang out with. Now drinking? Hell I use to be able to ptu them back with the best, but I will openly admit I once entered rehab for alcohol use. Oh I can have a drink once in a while, but I’m careful to not keep open containers around, and if I’m out with someone, its one drink and that’s it. Now if pot is your thing, whatever makes you happy. I think it’s stupid and dumb and all its ever done for me? Give me a migraine. But this….this is the life that the great Brian Kennedy would have us believe that he can do, and still be champion. Hell he’s still a tag champion.


I have to ask a question that many others have mentioned to me, and that is why the hell didn’t you attack him at TLC? He needs to be shut up once and for all. You seem to have the right idea yet….I never try to wish ill will on someone, but Kennedy definitely needs it. Although you’re lack of follow through has me wondering if you aren’t one of Kennedy’s buddies, and was trying to put on this show that “Oh we’re out to get him” and instead it’s a ploy to try and throw us all off. Well Masked Avenger, during out match, at some point I will get this……


Alzy unfolds a piece of material and its a mask what Avenger wears.


I plan on ripping this off your head, and revealing who you are exactly. Know now if you are one of his buddies, I will proceed to beat the loving crap out of you. Why? Because you made us give a shit about you. You made us hate him even more. If you’re with him? It means you were brought in for deception, and that we can’t have. Now if you are truly against him, then I would think the fight would be small, hell maybe agree with me and show up without a mask. You did that, and you’re not one of his butt buddies, then I would shake your hand. Yes it would be after I beat you, but I would still do it. Hell if you said “hey I need some help” I would probably help you.


So Avenger, whoever you are, unmask, come to the ring, and face me….like a man. Hell show up without the mask so that Kennedy knows precisely who he’s facing, that you’re not hiding any more. That alone…will sell seats.


So how about it? After I beat you, fair and square, then we go and find Kennedy and give him a kick in the ass that he’s been so deserving of for so long. Until then….I’m waiting, and I’m not hiding. I’m right here to be seen.


Camera fades to black.

Larissa the clock is ticking

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The camera opens and we see Emily Desmond looking out at Central Park as the wind whips her hair about. She pushes her dark hair back, and lets out a sigh. She wasn’t necessarily thinking of her last match, nor of the one coming, but of family, mainly her sister. Her mom had asked Emily to talk to Marie, to tell her she was entering a place she had no business in. She remembers that talk…..


Emily walks towards Marie sitting on  solitary beach, nodding her head at the camera crew that had just packed up to leave. Emily stops to let the straggler go before she walks up and sits down next to Marie, looking the same direction her sister way, which was across a dark ocean. The wind is starting to get cooler, so Emily pulls her jacket tighter to fend off some of the cool breeze and looks at her sister, who seems to be seeing …..nothing.


Emily: Marie….I…


Marie: Save it.


Emily: Marie, mom asked me to talk to you.


Marie: So I heard.


Emily: Are you sure that this…..this is really want?


Marie finally looks at her, but its not a look saying she wants to hear what Emily has to say. Instead its a look of anger, as if Marie knows what Emily will say.


Emily: I’m just…..well worried about you. Hell Marie this is not like you, going behind mom’s back not once but twice!


Marie: I didn’t go…..ok I went behind her back once, but that’s it.


Emily: So you got ahead because you asked Mom for help?


Marie pulls her knees up tighter, hugging them to her. Emily waits for a moment, leaning back and supporting herself with her arms. Finally Marie says something. [/color]


Marie: Ok I admit pulling the crap I did wasn’t the best move, but it did have the effect I wanted and I won a title and…..


Emily: And do you realize they think you’re some kind of slut who opens her legs for any guy with power?


Marie looks at her sister with anger and disbelief.


Emily: Its true Marie! Ok yeah everyone gets how you got a contract, although I still can’t believe our grandfather signed it too. But that title you like? And how you got in that match and…..Marie think about it!


Marie stands up, angry at her sister for what she’s said. Emily stands up too and the sisters are an arm length apart, but one knows blows will be exchanged, just who will throw the first one.


Emily: I’m thinking of you, of ….of this family’s reputation. I want people to look at us and remember our family legacy. You seem ready to piss all over it!


Marie: I am not! I’m doing precisely what our mother did at my age! In fact I’m 17, not 16 like she was! Come on! Get off my ass!


Marie stomps away, leaving Emily on a desolate beach. Emily looks down  at the ground then looks up to see Marie passing by Brian, who raises a hand to wave at Emily. Emily waves back and then starts towards the house also, but instead of going in, she goes around it. She gets in the rental car and backs out of the driveway, and quickly leaves. She knows when she’s wanted, and when she’s not wanted. Right now she’s not wanted, at least if it means she’s there on Lynn’s order. Emily doesn’t know how to get through to Marie, and her younger sister weighs on her mind as she heads back through Savannah.


Emily shakes her head, wishing she could have got through Marie’s thick head what she was doing exactly but then if Lynn was stubborn, if Emily was stubborn, Marie was twice as stubborn as both of them. Emily had told her mom exactly what Marie was doing and what she said, and then Emily left Savannah quickly. She did love her mom, but there were times when Lynn could wear on the nerves and Emily didn’t really it. Not after what happened at TLC.


Emily turns and leans on the railing and looks into the apartment where some old movie was on tv, she can’t even remember what it was. It just happen to be one that both Sean and her usually enjoyed. It was that type of movie you put on and even though you can recite the dialogue, it was nice to get lost in it for a couple hours. Sean has fallen asleep, and Emily smiles. They had kept the lovey-dovey stuff to a minimum when they were at an event, although away from the fans Emily can’t ask for more. If she told Sean needed to go see her dad, or call Alzy and needed some privacy, he was one to not really question anything.


Then there was the mysterious manila envelope that the doorman had signed for while she was in London. Emily had taken it, tipped the nice gentleman, but she hadn’t opened it, almost afraid of what was in it. Now it sat on the table in front of the couch, waiting for when she dared to open it. She almost fears its something bad, that it was something she didn’t want to know. In fact right now she should be focusing on the next event in Utah, where she’d be facing Larissa. Even Emily has to admit her surprise that Larissa had done something that not too many in SCW, herself included, and that was beat Jessica. Ok yes, one could argue that Jessica was worn down from already having wrestled that evening, in fact had faced Emily.


Emily also remembers that match, all too well. They couldn’t do it, they couldn’t stop Empire or DEA or Dragons or whatever they wanted to call themselves this week. But there was still a chance that they could get a shot for the tag titles, and that was simply to earn it. Given that at the moment there weren’t very many tag teams in the company that should be an easy thing. Yes it was rumored that SCW had signed some new people, but then the other thing Emily knows is that doesn’t really matter for now.


Emily forces her mind back to Larissa, and she shakes her head. She didn’t know what this young lady did when she wasn’t wrestling, but to take on Jessica was a feat in itself. Emily knows what it’s like to step in the ring with Jessica, to know that you’re looking at someone who was trying to obtain being perfect when it came to the sport. Emily has felt the blows upon herself. But could anyone deny what she did, what she’s done? She’s gave her all to defending her title, and the fact that she beat Johnathan Mills at TLC brings a smile to her face. She had thought at one point, between losing to DEA and waiting for her match that she had to wonder what the hell she had been thinking but when she walked away still champion, the clock was still ticking. Emily feels in her pocket for her phone and looks at it. She had a counter that showed how many days it had been since she had won. 522 days and counting. Emily hopes to make it a full two years, but one step at a time, and while the title wasn’t on the line against Larissa, she knows she must still make a good showing, that she couldn’t just think Larissa would be an easy win. Finally she sighs and goes into the apartment, and gently wakes Sean up to get some help from him.


On Camera[/u]


Emily Desmond is sitting in a deep chair, the Alternative title across her waist. A title that has been hers for 522 days and by the time she faces Larissa it will be 532 days, something that not many people could say across all of wrestling, not just in SCW. But she’s taken on a number of challengers and held matches that people can tell she has a well to draw from thanks to her family. Chairs and Cuffs, your standard ladder matches, street fights, submissions only, and her last show it was a cage with weapons in it. Emily had been bleeding before she get in the ring, and she also lost more blood, but it was lost while she was getting a win. This time on Overdrive she’s in the main event and she’s taking on Larissa, the newly crowned International champion. Emily starts to clap but one can’t tell if she’s sincere or being sarcastic. But we’re about to find out.


Emily: So Larissa you did it, you did something that not many around here can claim, and that is beat Jessica Tendonin. But then I think Jessica’s age is starting to catch up to her. First a few months ago Paige Lewis beat her to recapture the title, and people thought Paige to be one of the most incredible wrestlers there is. Oh please, I’m not trying to take anything from Paige because she is good, but now you’ve beaten Jessica also, which means…..it feels like Jessica just isn’t herself these days. But we’re not here to talk about Jessica’s feelings, but about what will happen at Overdrive 50 and that is you and I will face.


Now Larissa I remember when you took on Alzy, and you gave him a hell of a fight. That type of thing is something I Alzy appreciates, as do I. Maybe it’s a family thing but at least you just didn’t go “eh” and lay down to be defeated. That type of shit pisses me off to be honest. Its like at least put up something of a fight. But then I’ve faced a few over the past days who thought I would be someone they could easily defeat. They obviously found out when I was standing over them, my hand raised, that they underestimated me, thought because of my age I couldn’t possibly know what I do, but when you are raised in a family where wrestling is….well gold, you learn a lot. Having two parents who are both wrestlers? Even better because I’ve learned from them both, from their friends from my uncles, and I think this is proof of how well of a student I was….


Emily pats the gold on the belt sitting in her lap. She looks down at it, then up, obviously with a great deal of pride.


Now Larissa, you’re stepping in the ring with….well some say that while I might not be World champion, I am one of the very best SCW has to offer, and here’s a hint on how I do it. I don’t let things away from wrestling to get to me. Oh at this moment I’m trying to referee a fight between my mom and my sister, but that’s nothing. I mean I dont have some other job to do, my job is to be a wrestler. I know that’s hard for some to understand but then I also hope to retire at a fairly young age, go to college. I know what I want to study and it’s something that would benefit wrestling if I were to do it. What is it? Maybe one day I’ll let you in on what it is. But right now my goal….my dream is pretty simple and that is to not only hold the Alternative title for 2 years or more, but also one day i hope to become the SCW World Heavyweight championship. But I’m getting ahead of myself, because first I must face you in the ring. I’ve watched the few matches you’ve had in SCW and in fact I have to wonder how you did it, how you pulled out the wins you did. Now you lost to Alzy, so having the first hand knowledge of my tag partner has helped a great deal. However I know to not become too …..complacent? Too sure? Basically I better not overlook you just based just on your size because size can be deceiving but I do hope you realize I lift weights as heavy as you. I know that you are a technician but that really doesn’t matter to me because I was trained by not just my mom, who’s known for a bit of high flying and a lot of brawling, but by her tag partner, who is as technical in the ring as you could want, and who is a master of submission, which he taught to me. Hell many would think I would use a sharpshooter as my submission move, which is because it’s what my mom would do, but no I use a crossface, which is what he uses. Think about it, do you really want someone who was trained by one of the best, do you want her applying a move to you that is difficult to get out of? Oh I’m sure you’ll say that cause of your light weight, or that you are technically better than me, or any of another dozen reasons as to why you could break away from it, only to try and do something similar to me.


Larissa, I know there are some in SCW who might be afraid of you right now, thinking “what did she do that stopped Jessica?” and it wasn’t you, in a way it was Jessica’s body that was what did in Jessica. It’s not like you got her in some form of submission to win. In fact….I went back, I watched TLC again and it was luck. Plain and simple. Jessica’s body betrayed her, and even then she tried to fight back against you while….well I’m sure the pain was exquisite and off the charts but she worked through it. Hell you should be praising the woman! But then I have to ask what kind of wrestler, hell what kind of person you are. Instead of saying “hey look she’s definitely not 100%” you went on and used that broken arm to your advantage. I hope Jessica comes look for her rematch, I know I for one will be there to cheer her on. Yeah, she might not be my buddy, and we don’t hang out, but I respect her. After seeing that match? I respect her even more. As for you Larissa, I see someone who saw an advantage, one that ….ok almost anyone, myself included, would have capitalized on but doesn’t it sit in the back of your mind that you didn’t defeat a woman who was 100%. That has to be a hard thing to deal with. I hope you don’t come into our match thinking you’ll be able to defeat me as easy. There is no ladder, instead you have to actually pin me or make me submit and I dont go down in a few moves. So be prepared to bring the fight, because that is exactly what I’ll give you….a fight.


Camera fades to black.

The Black Ship of Armand

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Marcus Anderson is on the dance floor, surrounded by women dancing with him. An ordinary day? Maybe. Chris Parsons is at a nearby table with several empty glasses on the table that belong to him and Marcus. A rathe busty waitress is taking a new drink order while Chris sips at what appears to be the fru-fruiest drink in the club.

CHRIS PARSONS: Two more Patriotic Specials, sugartits.

Yes, the drink looks sort of like a bombsicle in that it is layered red, white, and blue in colors. The waitress has a name tag that literally says “Sugartits”.

SUGARTITS: Your boy doing awful fine for himself out there. He’s kind of cute in a “I’m banging illegal Justin Bieber” kind of way.

CHRIS PARSONS: He’s got enough tail out there chasing him that you would think that he was illegal Justin Bieber, but he’s twenty one. But enough about him, let’s talk about you and me…

Sugartits scoffs at Parsons and walks away to order the two drinks in question. Before the drinks come, a young man walks up to Chris Parsons and sits himself down. Chris eyes the young man, frowning as the young man seems familiar somehow.

CHRIS PARSONS: We ain’t doing autographs right now. The kid’s celebrating a win over a former RSW World champion right now.

The young man glances over to where one of the girls Marcus is dancing with has “backed that thang up” and is grinding her butt against Marcus’ hips.

YOUNG MAN: I need your help. You and Marcus share a common enemy with myself.

Chris looks at the young man with narrowed eyes. Who was he?

CHRIS PARSONS: Look, I ain’t here in the business of granting favors, punk. Move yourself along before I have to stomp you into the dirt.

The young man sits at the table with a heavy sigh.

YOUNG MAN: I don’t know who else to turn to! I would ask my cousin, but she’s locked away. My half-brother is dead. I have no way to get onto the black ship!

The Black Ship? The very one that Armand flies from show location to show location in?

CHRIS PARSONS: Jesus, kid. You sure know how to kill a party.

YOUNG MAN: I’m dead serious!

Sugartits brings the two drinks over to the table, which brings Marcus to begin sipping at it. Chris sips a little at his fresh drink while keeping the young man in sight.

CHRIS PARSONS: No sense fucking around, so try not to get offended crazy man I don’t know. Who the fuck are you and why are you trying to into Armand’s black ship? No one just calls it that unless they know what the fuck it really is, so out with it kid or I swear to fuck you’re gonna regret fucking up my night.

YOUNG MAN: My name is Johnathan Mills and my father, Thomas Mills is imprisoned onboard the black ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: That’s horrible! Of cour-

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you know that Thomas is on the black ship and not in the pits wherever the Krimson Kharnival is at?

Johnathan looks from Marcus to Chris before answering.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I went to Gabriel Tuck and discovered that Thomas is being held for blackmail purposes. He’s blackmailing my cousin, Tabitha Osborne, to try to help him take over Sakura Shouju Stampede. I need to get him out of there before Armand decides to have him in the pits instead!

Chris Parsons breathes in deep, holding up a restraining finger to Marcus, who was about to speak again.

CHRIS PARSONS: How do you think that we can help? The black ship is in the sky most of the time.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If you two schedule a meeting with Armand on the black ship, they will have to weigh anchor. I can climb the chain, scale the side of the ship, and enter from there. I’ll free Thomas and we can figure out how to escape from there.
For a long time the only sounds are the ones of the club, no one at the table say anything as Marcus and Chris stare at Johnathan as if he has just grown a second head on his shoulders.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: What? I once scaled a skyscraper just to play a prank on PT Merciless to show him that I could.

MARCUS ANDERSON: How stupid could you be?

CHRIS PARSONS: This from someone who had to fight once in the pits in order to escape after a failed infiltration?

Marcus just blows air up to rustle his hair in a pout, but doesn’t argue the point. Chris just chuckles as he was a part of that failed mission.

CHRIS PARSONS: Kid…I don’t know that we can help. There’s getting on Army’s radar and there’s getting dead into his sights.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Please! I’m desperate!

CHRIS PARSONS: I’m going to regret this, but what do you say, Macro?

MARCUS ANDERSON: I think we should help him. Thomas shouldn’t have to be a guest of Armand’s any longer than he has to.

Chris’ hand goes to the eye patch that normally hides underneath his sunglasses, a reminder of the hospitality of Armand von Krauss. Thomas Mills had likewise lost an eye in the pits before being rescued before.

CHRIS PARSONS: Of course you do, you’re not old enough to know better yet…fine. I’ll set up the meeting here in a bit. Aren’t you a wrestler?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I am, but I’m not booked. I decided to go on this quest to find my father after I found my cousin in the asylum.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We’re booked against Rob Riot and Frank Windsor! Should be a great match up.

Johnathan twitches a little, revealing his disgust for the mentioned wrestlers.


MARCUS ANDERSON: That is the stable name that they are known for. You know them?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I faced them in Wrestlewars. I nearly defeated Rob Riot in the ring before, but lost when going for the main title. They are what their name is. Bastards.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We face them in tag team action. Though I think I have watched Wrestewars before. You were on that? Frank Windsor is currently on his way to either come out of the closet or become Francine Windsor as compared to what he was before.

Parsons puts his phone away and takes a long drink.

CHRIS PARSONS: Alright. It’s set up for tomorrow. In the meantime, we have a celebration to finish…where we’re we? Another round…and two for our friend here, he’s got some catching up to do!

The next day outside at a park, the black ship hovers a few feet off of the ground as Chris Parsons, Marcus Anderson, and Johnathan Mills stand nearby.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I don’t understand the plan. I’m your agent? Why can’t I just scale the side of the ship now that it’s almost within reach?

Chris Parsons sighs, nodding to the armed security standing by the railing of the ship.

CHRIS PARSONS: Because those armed guards are watching all sides of the ship. As soon. As you climbed over the side of the ship, they would spot you and shoot you dead. So…James Bachman, you’re our agent.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Fine. Let’s be serious about things then instead of daring do.

MARCUS ANDERSON: We can’t all be idiot daredevils.

A gangplank is lowered down so that the three may climb aboard the ship. Shockingly, only two armed guards show up at the top of the plank to escort them through the maze of hallways, down an elevator, and into the main observation deck.

Armand von Krauss stands by the glass with his back to the group as he smokes his Egyptian cigarette.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You wanted to meet with me about your match with the Bastards, Herr Parsons?

Armand turns around, greeting the eyes of Chris, Marcus, and then stops when he sees Johnathan Mills. His lip curls into a distasteful sneer.


CHRIS PARSONS: He’s James Bachman, our agent. Is there a problem with that?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I speak not with this…tollwütiger hund. I trust. That you recall the way out…Bachman?

Johnathan blinks in confusion at first, but slowly nods.


ARMAND VON KRAUSS: There’s no need to speak. Just leave.

Johnathan nods again and leaves the room. Armand smiles, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Now, what about facing the Bastards in the ring troubles you?

Johnathan Mills walks down the hall, taking an elevator, and going down instead of up to the surface of the ship.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: If I were a prisoner, where would I be? The bowels of the ship.

Once the elevator hits the bottom, the doors open up to reveal a single crewman waiting to enter the room. His eyes go wide when he sees Johnathan out of place from where he should be. Johnathan grabs him by the arm, pulls him in, and strikes him in the side of the head with an elbow to stun him. He shoves the crewman face first into the wall of the elevator, applying a chicken wing.

JOHNATHAN MIILLS: Where is Thomas Mills being kept? Quickly!

CREWMAN: Last room on the left! Lemme go!


Johnathan releases the crewman, but smashes his face into the wall to knock him out. He drops the man onto the floor of the elevator and exits, knowing that he has a limited amount of time before the man is discovered and the alarm is sounded. He makes his way down the empty hallway to the last door on the left. It’s locked, but opens from the outside.

THOMAS MILLS: Fuck off, Armand! I won’t give you the pleasure of conversation!

Johnathan opens the door fully to see Thomas Mills sitting on a cot. He looks haggard, a wild head of hair, a beard, and one eye. A jagged hole exists where his other eye should be. He’s wearing a tan prison jumpsuit.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Dad? What have they done to you?

Thomas looks at Johnathan much as if he had seen a ghost. He blinks rapidly and stands up.

THOMAS MILLS: Johnny? I thought I lost you! You died in Hawaii!

Despite this fact, Thomas rushes to hug Johnathan.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I got better? We’ll have time to catch up later. I’ve got to get you out of here somehow before the-

The alarm sounds.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Crap on a cracker!

Back in the observation deck, Armand von Krauss chuckles.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: If that schwein decides to change the rules of the match in order to help himself get the win, I will come out and change them back. If you back me against him, Herr Parsons, he cannot win the management game.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I like the rules that he comes up with?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then we will let the rules stay as they are.

Chris Parsons looks to Marcus and winks. They’ve been going around in circles for a bit of time now.

CHRIS PARSONS: And should I decide to change the rules of the match so that we can win easier? Will you back me then?

Armand sighs, taking out yet another of his expensive imported Egyptian cigarettes and lights it.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: I see no point in going over this again. I suppose that since you have asked for my support against Rob Riot and his ilk that I will-

The alarm to the ship begins to sound, but Armand himself does not look alarmed. He dials a room on the intercom and presses a button to open the channel.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: He has finally found his father. You may kill them both now, Herr Hammerhand.

MARCUS ANDERSON: What are you talking about?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You think I don’t recognize every single soul that I have had my Hammerhand claim? The last time Blake Luthor faced Johnathan Mills, both of them died. This time things will be vastly different.

Marcus looks on in alarm, glancing from Armand to the two armed guards who are blocking the door.

MARCUS ANDERSON: Parsons? What do we do?

Chris looks from the guards, who look like they are just itching to shoot both him and Marcus if they try for the door.

CHRIS PARSONS: What if…Johnathan defeats Hammerhand?

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: Then they may both leave, but he won’t survive the encounter.

CHRIS PARSONS: We wait, Marco. We wait and we hope.

Downstairs, Johnathan Mills and Thomas Mills are walking down the hallway to the elevator. So far, no guards have jumped out of the works. In fact, the elevator is open with the knocked out crewman still on the floor where Johnathan had left them.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Maybe Parsons did something rash like attacking Armand. They don’t seem to be onto-

“Hammerhand” Blake Luthor steps into the hallway from a side door to stand in the hallway in front of the elevator. He pops his knuckles with sharp metallic pings. Johnathan stops speaking, going pale as he sees Blake Luthor slowly advance.


BLAKE LUTHOR: You didn’t think that you would come back without me being there as well. Did you?

Johnathan backs up into Thomas, almost literally quaking in his boots.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Father, it was him. It was him who had killed me before
As if to remind Johnathan of what he’s dealing with, Blake punches the metallic wall. He leaves a bloody dent from the severity of his impact.

THOMAS MILLS: He can’t defeat us both, son. We have to try.

Johnathan swallows hard, keenly aware of a crewman stepping up behind Blake with a phone trained on what’s to be Johnathan’s final, final fight. Probably streaming what could be a grisly execution straight to Armand himself.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: No, father. I will do this alone.

Johnathan rushes at Blake, sidestepping a punch, and striking with an elbow to the chin that Blake ignores the impact of. He strikes Johnathan in the jaw, sending him back to the wall. His head swims from the impact. He tries to strike back with another elbow, but misses badly. Blake hits a body shot and shoves Johnathan back against the wall again.

BLAKE LUTHOR: How did you think this was going to end? I’m stronger than you.

Blake pulls Johnathan away from the wall just so he can slam him back into it and hit another body blow.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I’m better than you in every way.

Johnathan drops to his hands and knees, blood dripping from his mouth from the internal bleeding. It’s over already. Johnathan can feel it as the outer edges of his vision begin to go dark. He’s going to die again and this time bring his father with him.

BLAKE LUTHOR: I went through the veil of death just to see you sent back. It’s over, Mills.

Johnathan breathes in deeply, gathering his courage. He puts his hands together, turns, and strikes Blake in the nuts with a double axe handle.


Blake doubles over, Johnathan jumping up with an uppercut to the throat. He grabs Blake by the back of the head and slams it into the metallic wall as hard as he can.


With each screamed word, Johnathan slams Blake’s head into the wall, denting it in. When he releases Blake, the pit fighter falls unconscious to the floor. Thomas Mills grabs Johnathan before he falls, the adrenaline rush having worn off.

THOMAS MILLS: It’s alright, son. I have you.
The crewman with the phone backs away as the pair head to the elevator.

This is seen on a television screen in the observation deck. Chris Parsons looks smugly at Armand.

CHRIS PARSONS: Looks like your boy has lost. Time to let us all go, Army.

Armand flicks his cigarette butt at the main window of the deck where it explodes in a shower of sparks. He crushes the smart phone feeding the stream to the television in his hand with a snarl.

ARMAND VON KRAUSS: You may have won today, but you won’t do so again. I will still support you against the Bastards if it is needed, but expect it to be the last time.

Chris reaches into Armand’s pocket, grabbing himself up an Egyptian cigarette, and lighting it with his own lighter.

CHRIS PARSONS: Oh, we ain’t done, Army. Not by a long shot.

MARCUS ANDERSON: You’ll pay for killing my dad!

Armand motions to the guards to let Chris and Marcus out. They meet Johnathan and Thomas at the elevator to get to the surface of the ship and escape off via the gang plank.

They look back to see Armand von Krauss standing at the railing of the ship.

MARCUS ANDERSON: He looks pissed.

CHRIS PARSONS: Just think of how he’ll look when we get even with that sorry sack of shit once and for all.


Overdrive 50

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Live on SCW.COM, November 24th, 2018!
Vivint Smart Home Arena
Salt Lake City, Utah

Main Event
Larissa (c) vs Emily Desmond (c)
Non-Title Singles Match

In possibly the biggest upset in SCW history, Larissa unseated Jessica Tendonin as the SCW International Heavyweight Champion, at TLC. What’s more, she did this in a Ladder match, wherein Jessica has always reigned supreme. Jessica was left with a broken arm from the encounter. Mr. Walker has started that Larissa will not be fined for the injury. Taking down one of the biggest stars from both eras of SCW is a huge feat. But now, Larissa faces the longest reigning SCW Alternative Champion ever, and the longest reigning current champion in SCW. Emily Desmond has turned back challenge after challenge for the Alternative Championship. How will she fare against the new International Heavyweight Champion and number one contender for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, Larissa? Time will tell in this non-title bout.


Fury vs Princess Kiya
Mega Cup – Round 1
Singles Match

Fury has had a rough start in her return to SCW. Now, she faces a woman who will be making her in-ring debut, Princess Kiya. Not much is known about the strange rag wearing woman, other than that she is the mentor of Paige Lewis. These two will also be going at it in a first round match of the SCW Mega cup.


Alzy Hawkshaw vs Masked Avenger
Mega Cup – Round 1
Singles Match

Alzy fell short of taking home the SCW World Tag Team Championship with his partner, Emily, at TLC, thanks to some coyness from Jessica Tendonin. Now, however, he has a chance to get back in the running for SCW gold, as he faces Masked Avenger in a round one match.


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Promo Deadline 1: 11/15/2018 11:59 PM EST
Promo Deadline 2: 11/19/2018 11:59 PM EST
Segment Deadline: 11/17/2018 11:59 PM EST
RP Limit: 2 Per Person | 3 Per Person (title matches)

Paige Lewis Missing!

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SCW has become aware that SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Paige Lewis, is missing. Government agencies of the United States of America and England are working together to locate her. As of this time, the only information that has been confirmed is that Miss Lewis flew out of Heathrow, arrived at Teterboro, and boarded another flight two hours later. It is unclear on what business Miss Lewis was flying into America for, nor where the second flight took her. As it stands, she has been missing for over a week. SCW is making every effort to help out with the investigation and location of Paige Lewis.

It has been asked what will happen to the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. As of this time, Mr. Walker has confirmed that he will not be stripping her of the championship. More information will be revealed as it becomes available.

SCW TLC 2018

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SCW cameras are outside as a limo pulls up. The door opens and Chris Desmond steps out, dressed in a dark grey suit, light grey silk shirt, hair pulled back, and looking calm and at ease. He steps aside and holds the door open. First Alzy Hawkshaw, dressed in light blue shirt and dark pants, looking extremely serious, followed by Sean Foster, dressed in jeans and nice dark blue shirt and he holds out a hand. A hand comes out and Emily Desmond steps out, lowers her sunglasses looking up at the stadium, then looks at Sean and nods. Sean sees the camera and whistles. Magically a mic appears, apparently out of thin air, and Sean holds it for Emily. She removes her sunglasses, carefully holding them, but she has a look of determination. Given she’s in two very intense matches this evening it’s understandable, but that’s not all that’s on her mind, and she looks at Sean, who moves to stand between her and Alzy, not because they are mad at each other, but instead they both have a few things on their minds.

Emily: You know tonight I have a chance to walk into the arena, in a match I picked, and make history by walking out the Alternative champion. Nearly 500 days, and I’ve taken on some of the best that have come through SCW and tonight is no different. I had the chance last show to take on Johnathan Mills in a tag match so with that knowledge and the videos I have found online and I’m ready for him but before I do that we will step in the ring with DEA and try to capture something that seems to keep slipping through our fingers. But DEA you sure had a lot to say a few days ago and you know, it’s taken us both time to cool off a bit so that you understand what we’re going to say.

Alzy: See you guys……must be living in a time warp because you made a great deal of accusations, said that WE said a lot of things and after we watched what we said, you had us both scratching our heads, wondering if the ….recreational side of your life was killing a few too many brain cells. First let’s start off with the fact Brian can’t seem to pronounce my name. It’s not Azly….its Alzy. Just like it sounds, it’s not that foreign of a name unless you suddenly forgot how to speak….and sound like you’re from this planet. So BriAN get it right. You start off talking about how I lost this match or that but um…..well that has what to do with the our tag match? I’m curious because I’m just not sure what the hell your malfunction is.

Emily: As for us bringing up the “freebird” rule you said you didn’t say a word about it. Did I say YOU said it? Ask dear old Jessica about it, she brought it up the last time when we faced her and Johnathan, talking about we seem to think we were the only ones who could use it and it’s how we are the only ones who can use it yada yada yada. Well as we said, we never claimed that. I didn’t know I had to get a presidential proclamation saying Hellfire of Chris and Emily Desmond broke up and Hellfire is now Emily Desmond and Alzy Hawkshaw. Next time I’ll make sure it’s a nice clear day and have a plane sky write it. I didn’t know we needed your f…..

Chris clears his throat as he’s sure Mr. Walker doesn’t want to test whether or not FCC rules apply when its live from London. Emily takes a deep breath but Alzy knows where she’s going with this.

Alzy: I didn’t know I needed the almighty word of Brian Kennedy to say “oh sure, you guys want to switch things up, let Chris step out of the ring on a more permanent basis and we’re going to team. I didn’t know that Jessica Tendonin needed to sign the contract.

Emily: She wasn’t the stupid one talking.

Alzy: You’d think she’d get a smarter partner.

Emily: Hell you didn’t ask us if we approved of Requiem taking time off and you chose a new member. Hell at least our team kept the same name. Your team name? Isn’t even the same! Empire won the tag titles…..and yet DEA is defending them. So just because your dumb ass is whining about what you said, you know Brian you seem to be forgetting you’re in a TEAM. This isn’t DEA is Brian Kennedy. DEA has TWO people in it. Put down the weed for a minute and focus dude. Let the cobwebs clear out. Hell we even wished Requiem the best of luck, hope it all works out, all that stuff. And guess what?

Alzy: We meant it! Requiem is a hell of a wrestler, and an upstanding guy. We get it, even in our business sometimes life takes a huge precedence over getting in that ring. We want things to go well and life turns out good for him and let him take all the time he needs. Somehow you assholes…..

Emily: Jessica isn’t the asshole.

Alzy: Very good point. My apologies Jessica, at least for the moment. Kennedy you are an asshole, and if you would have tried to pay attention you would have got that pretty clear. Kennedy, we had family who nearly had to promise their first born son, part water like it was the Red Sea, and more to get a chance for them to get a rematch, yes a bit on their terms. Their terms were that the rightful team defended. But Cam and Lynn didn’t say “Hey um….you know Cam and Brian were Feral Destruction and we’re now the Flying Burrito Brothers.”

Chris, who has been standing just behind Emily’s left shoulder actually laughs, and hopefully it’s not lost on all of SCW’s fans. Alzy calmly waits for Chris to regain his usual composure, then continues.

Alzy: I think you get my drift real clear. You shouldn’t have been allowed to blatantly get a new partner, but whatever. Tonight we’ll take you on, we’re not afraid of the match you have set up. Barefoot? Ok. Ladder? Was that supposed to be a challenge? Carpet tacks on the ladder? Ok that is a bit of….well more endurance of pain than anything. Thumb tacks? Again, those are supposed to be a challenge? And finally rubbing alcohol. Ok like the carpet tacks going to sting a bit. But for me? Don’t you realize that I live for shit like this? And we’ve been toughening up the feet as they’ll take some punishment.

Emily: Shall we talk about how “oh we’re training three days a week.” Was that supposed to be impressive? Because…..I’m not impressed. I would think that every DAY would have been better. I’ve always thought of Jessica as a top athlete, or is it that you couldn’t be bothered to go stay in Ohio with her so you could really prepare for this match. But nope, like you’re in some day cooking competition, you do three day weekends. And from what I hear from your inner circle, you’re really not spending as much time as you are trying to make us believe that you train. Really? A couple hours a day? Brian…..you expect that type of thing to help you?

Alzy nudges Emily and she looks at him.

Alzy: Didn’t you just love how he bitched about us mentioning the Ryders and yet he brings up our family?

Emily rolls her eyes, trying to keep stern but the smile that is forming.

Alzy: But then Kennedy, sounds like you’re still suffering from the ass kicking Brian gave you. But then you say you shouldn’t give us another chance, well don’t throw stones in a glass house. Meaning? Paige didn’t have to give you another chance. Think about how you would have one match, one that you’re likely to lose? But nope, dear Paige, the sweetheart she is, said she’d let you try again. We…..

Emily shakes her head no.

Alzy: Ok I’m the one who bet she beats you and leaves you a bloody mess, that is if whatever posse is out to kick your ass doesn’t interfere. Hell if they try, I’ll stop them. Why? Because I want Paige to teach you a lesson dumbass, that’s why. THEN I’ll let those good old boys do what they want.

Emily: Jessica, why didn’t you just let Kennedy keep digging his hole bigger. You know the one that Paige will bury his ass in. But nope, you just couldn’t that and …..it’s sad to see. You say we’re stuck in the past, well isn’t the past relevant? I mean Jessica seriously I looked and I didn’t utter the name FTWO at all. In both what I said to Johnathan and to the two of you. So I don’t get the whole us naming dropping and all that. But …

Alzy snaps his fingers, as if remembering something.

Alzy: I know! It was when we faced Jessica and Johnathan. Remember?

Emily looks at him, like she doesn’t have a clue. But then it dawns on her.

Emily: Oh yes. We were talking about Johnathan being called Firestorm. So we uttered it once in a year and that’s all the time. And it was relevant as hell. WE asked how he could pick that name. Wow. I’m……

Alzy: I know. And wasn’t it someone you faced who commented or asked…..how did it feel knowing that I once held the title? And that was how long ago they did ask? In fact…..

Emily: In fact, look who’s living in the past Kennedy. But Jessica you disappointed me. I would have thought that you would appreciate that I’ve been a champion that you would say that you were proud of. Which btw the way THIS…….I will never disrespect.

Emily holds up the SCW Alternative title and then puts it over her shoulder.

Emily: I have defended it. I have thought of match types I want, I write them down, and I have a list of them still. Hell tonight I face your buddy Johnathan and look what I did. I put weapons IN THE CAGE!! I’m handing him the weapons he needs to beat me! But I don’t plan on losing, and I plan on beating him to a pulp. He dared to cross my path, and I will prove that just because you two got a lucky win against us, he will NOT walk out with MY title. But see Jessica, unlike you, who had the North American title and decided to rename it the International title, I would never think of doing that with this title. I know its lineage, I know how far back it goes, beyond the SCW history if we’re to split hairs here, its FTWO history as well, and there have been some greats. But we’re on the verge of 500 days that I’ve held this title, and I’ve defended it against some of the greats out there, and I’m still standing. I think we could both agree that whoever does take it will be accomplishing a great feat, a feat that your buddy there couldn’t do. So he didn’t beat me, so far he’s been defeated by Paige twice, going on a third time.

Alzy: You guys say we whine, we always talk about FTWO, and …..did I miss anything?

Emily: Nope, not at all. But I’m done talking.

Emily nods at Alzy, slips her sunglasses back on, and heads in as does Alzy. Sean looks after them and looks at Chris, and Sean gulps. Chris steps up to him smiling.

Chris: I think….they’ve said what they needed to. Time for talking is over now, and it’s time to get in that ring and get some wins. Tonight will be a blood one, that’s for sure. Look at what is happening tonight. Jessica and Rich are in the tame matches tonight and that’s saying something. I hope the emergency rooms in England are up to par, I don’t want my stars catching some infection. And they’re right….Alzy and Emily. Time for talk is done, it’s time for some action.


As My Name Is Human by Highly Suspect begins to play through the arena, a video montage is shown. Previous SCW stars are briefly shown, followed by current stars. Next, every champion in SCW history was shown, starting with Brian Brewster and Cam Davitt as SCW Tag Team Champions, The Ryders as SCW Tag Team Champions, Cam Davitt and Lynn Brewster as SCW Tag Team Champions, Empire as SCW World Tag Team Champion, DEA as SCW World Tag Team Champions, Jesse Owusu as SCW North American Champion, Lucius Tendonin during his first reign as SCW North American Champion, Stefanos Los Rios as SCW North American Champion, Jacina as SCW North American Champion, Lucius Tendonin during his second reign as SCW North American Champion, Macy Kane as SCW North American Champion, Paige Lewis as SCW North American Champion, Jessica Tendonin as SCW North American Champion, Rich Anderson as SCW North American Heavyweight Champion, Jessica Tendonin as SCW International Champion.

Lucius Tendonin as SCW Alternative Champion, Jessica Tendonin in her first reign as SCW Alternative Champion, Priest in his first reign as SCW Alternative Champion, Jessica Tendonin in her second reign as SCW Alternative Champion, Requiem as SCW Alternative Champion, Adatu Urakih as SCW Alternative Champion, Priest in his second reign as SCW Alternative Champion, Emily Desmond as SCW Alternative champion, Neela Shizeguma as SCW World Champion, Brian Kennedy as SCW World Champion, Brian Brewster as SCW World Champion, Paige Lewis in her first reign SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Jessica Tendonin as SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and lastly, Paige Lewis in her second Reign as SCW World Heavyweight Champion.

The SCW Commentary Team is shown now, Allie Queen and Wayne Miller.

Allie: Welcome to TLC, live from London!

Wayne: The card is absolutely insane tonight, but let’s get right into it!

Anne Carpenter: The following contest is for the SCW World Tag Team Championship! First from New York, accompanied by Chris Desmond, weighing at 415 pounds, the challengers, SCW Alternative champion Emily Desmond and Alzy Hawkshaw…..Hellfire!

Lights go out as “King Nothing” by Metallic comes up. Lights slowly come up at 30 seconds to show Alzy on one side, and Emily on the other, with Chris Desmond, dressed impeccably in a dark blue suit. Alzy and Emily are both wearing long black tights with flames of different shades of green and purple on them. Emily wears a solid green shirt and they both have black trench coats.

Alzy wears his hair down, like he normally does when wrestling, where Emily has hers in a ponytail. At 40 seconds they start making their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from the fans. As they reach the ring the circle round it once going different sides. If their opponents aren’t in the ring, at 1:14 they climb in. If their opponents are in the ring, they remove their jackets outside the ring and stare down their opponents before suddenly charging the ring at 1:40.

Allie Queen:This match, as we all know, was proposed by the champions themselves, and to be honest, I have to wonder if it was a smart decision. Brian Kennedy is taking on Paige Lewis tonight, in the main event for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, and Jessica will be defending the SCW International Championship against newcomer Larissa.

Wayne Miller: Are you kidding? They know what they are doing! DEA is leaving with 3 championships tonight. I know Paige has been unstoppable so far, but I think tonight could be the night Brian Kennedy finally gets back on top of SCW!

Emily and Alzy slide into the ring. Looking around, the pair shook their head at the nonsense of a match they were being forced to take part in.

Allie Queen: And let’s not forget these insane stipulations!

Wayne Miller: There’s like five gallons on rubbing alcohol that is about to be just dumped everywhere!

Anne Carpenter: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Lucius Tendonin, from Ohio, Brian Kennedy and the SCW International Heavyweight Champion, Jessica Tendonin, the SCW World Tag Team Champions…DEA!!!

The Red by Chevelle hit the PA system and a few seconds later, three members of the DEA walked out onto the stage. Brian Kennedy carried his half of the SCW World Tag Team Championship in his right hand. Jessica Tendonin wore both the SCW World Tag Team Championship and the SCW International Heavyweight Championship around her waist.

Allie Queen: A lot of people think tonight is Hellfire’s night, but others don’t think they can overcome the combination of a highly motivated Brian Kennedy and Jessica Tendonin.

Wayne Miller: Hell, if it was Hellfire versus Jessica in a handicap match, I couldn’t even give one side the advantage.

Lucius stayed on stage while Brian and Jessica began making their way to the ring. Jessica went up the steps first, and then held the ropes open for her partner, who then did the same. After posing for a moment, the four belts were handed to the referee, Jessica’s International title, Emily’s Alternative title, and the tag team titles. The referee then instructed both teams to remove their boots. As this was done, the alcohol was opened and dumped around the ring and in it.

Allie Queen: I expect they will regret this very soon.

Wayne Miller: I’d be surprised if this match doesn’t lead to some infections.

As everything was prepared, the two teams glared at each other. With the belts being raised above the ring, the match was ready to start. The bell rang and the two teams collided. Alzy and Brian met in the center and traded punches. Jessica took Emily down with a Lariat. Emily quickly got to her feet and grabbed Jessica by the hair, ramming her face first into the turnbuckle. Emily stepped on some thumbtacks and grunted in pain.

Allie Queen: That is already going to hurt, but when she steps in some of the alcohol? It’s gonna burn!

Wayne Miller: Psychological warfare. Jessica and Brian knew what they were doing when they set this match up.

Alzy took Brian down with a body slam, into a pile of thumbtacks. Brian groaned in pain as he was then dragged through a puddle of alcohol. Emily was on the verge of kicking a hole in Jessica’s midsection, having pulled her out of the corner. Jessica backed away and stepped on some thumbtacks. Emily charged at her, but Jessica threw a right hook, which Emily only JUST managed to avoid.

Allie Queen: Good reflexes there by Emily, dodging that hook.

Wayne Miller: Yeah, we know Jessica’s a pretty skilled boxer.

Brian was back on his feet and took a few punches to the body from Alzy before whipping the smaller man into the ropes. On the return trip, Alzy was picked up and driven into the mat with a huge Spinebuster. The thumbtacks under him broke his fall. Brian began stomping on Alzy, who grabbed a carpet strip, scrapping it on Brian’s leg. Brian staggered back, and Alzy got to his feet.

Allie Queen: So far this match is woman on woman and man on man, but I’m sure it won’t stay that way.

Wayne Miller: I have heard a rumor that Jessica has been looking to get Emily Desmond in some one on one action, to really get a closer look at who many are calling the future of the Alternative Division. This is her second time being in the ring with current champion, and still a tag team match.

Allie Queen: Yes, but we saw what happened then; Jessica and Johnathan, who hadn’t teamed together in years, came in and defeated Hellfire.

Wayne Miller: Now that I think about it…have Jessica and Brian actually teamed together before?

Jessica had Emily against the ropes, throwing punches into her body with impressive speed. Emily guarded her chin well and Jessica couldn’t find an opening. Unable to strike her from the sides, Jessica went for an uppercut, but Emily quickly lifted her chin out of the way. Jessica curved a left hook and caught Emily’s chin. Emily staggered back, very obviously dazed, but the lights were still on.

Allie Queen: Oh my god! How is she still standing! Even though Jessica is right handed, that left hook looked devastating.

Wayne Miller: I’ve gotta agree, although Jessica is ambidextrous, she clearly favors her right. Oh, there she goes again!

Jessica began firing away on Emily’s midsection again. Emily kept her guard up, but Jessica easily broke through it with a huge right that sent Emily to the mat. With Emily down, Jessica turned to Alzy, who had gained the advantage over Brian and was kicking him in the back. Jessica crouched, waiting for Alzy to turn around. The crowd popped as he did and Jessica ran across the ring. Alzy shoved Brian in front him, and it was too late for Jessica to stop.

Allie Queen: Not her own partner!!!

Brian hit the deck in the blink of an eye, and Jessica was jumping into the air, and managed to connect with the Spear. Alzy was standing near the ropes and nearly got cut in half as he and Jessica crashed to the outside.

Allie Queen: Holy crap!


The crowd roared with approval as Brian got to his feet and looked to his partner, who had landed in a pile of unfortunately placed thumb tacks, that were in a puddle of alcohol. Across the ring, Emily was stirring from the assault by Jessica, and Brian charged at her, avoiding the thumb tacks in his path. Emily countered with a Drop Toe Hold that sent Brian face first into a few carpet strips. Brian groaned in pain but Emily kept the assault up with an Elbow drop that landed on the back of his neck.

Allie Queen: This match is already insane, and it has only been going for a few minutes!

Wayne Miller: There is a lot of frustration both teams want to work out, and I’d say they are making pretty good time!

Outside the ring, Alzy and Jessica were trading punches. Alzy not only knew to protect his face, but he also had a reach similar to, if not better than, Jessica’s, and could force her in too close if she wanted a good strike. Alzy countered a Knee Strike and caught Jessica square on the chin with a right. Jessica reeled back, but when Alzy went in for the kill shot, Jessica weaved. Alzy hit her chin again, this time with his left. Jessica staggered backwards against the barricade.

Allie Queen: I didn’t know Alzy could box! He’s giving Jessica a run for her money!

Wayne Miller: Reach and technique. Jessica had reach on Emily, but not so much on Alzy. She’s taken two direct hits on her chin, though, and stayed vertical. I’m impressed.

Jessica was on the defensive as Alzy moved in and began smashing away at her midsection. Several times, he aimed for her face, but Jessica’s guard was like iron. Jessica ventured for a right of her own, but Alzy was already swinging a left hook. For the third time, Alzy hit her chin. Jessica dropped to her knees, dazed. Alzy punted her head, knocking her out.

Allie Queen: Jessica’s out! Alzy has just literally gone hand to hand with Jessica and came out on top!

Wayne Miller: Look how much it took, though!

Alzy slid into the ring and helped Emily plant Brian into a pile of thumbtacks. Emily rolled out of the ring and grabbed a ladder, sliding it into the ring. As she turned to pick up a bag of thumbtacks, she looked into the crowd, and stopped. It was Jessica. But Jessica was still knocked out 10 feet away from her where Alzy had put her down!

Allie Queen: Oh, I think Emily has just met one of Jessica’s doppelgangers!

Wayne Miller: Yeah, but which one!? We know there are three of them! I suppose we could rule out Ashley, as she’s barely able to walk.

As Emily looked back and forth between the two women, Brian nailed Alzy with the War Cry. Emily slid back into the ring, but was met with a huge Clothesline. She got back to her feet quickly, but Brian took her down again. Jessica slid into the ring as Emily got up dodged a third Clothesline. Jessica turned Emily around and took her down with Side Kick. Alzy was on his feet, and Jessica ducked under him and had him set up for the F5.

Allie Queen: Oh, This has been back and forth, but I think DEA has taken control yet again!

Wayne Miller: Wait, what is she doing?

Jessica hadn’t driven Alzy into the mat yet. Instead, she was signalling something to Brian. Her partner picked up Emily as Jessica crouched, still holding Alzy on her shoulders. Brian tossed Emily on top of Alzy.

Allie Queen: No, she can’t! That’s over 400 pounds!

Wayne Miller: Watch her!

Jessica pushed herself into a standing position and took several steps before saying something to Brian. Brian went for the ladder. Jessica slowly twisted, winding the motion up, before turning the other way quickly, and drilling Alzy and Emily into the mat.

Allie Queen: HOW!!!???

Wayne Miller: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Double T5!!!

Alzy caught most of it, and landed on thumbtacks. By the time Brian was climbing the ladder, Emily was back on her feet. Jessica was standing at the foot of the ladder, like a sentry, daring Emily or her partner to get past her. Emily charged at Jessica, but the Dragon caught her by the throat. The crowd popped at Jessica took Emily into the air and then slammed her to the mat. As Jessica got up, Alzy drove a knee into her back, and took her down with a Reverse DDT.

Allie Queen: Alzy has Jessica down, but Brian has one belt in hand already! He needs to remove both to win the match! This might be over!

Wayne Miller: Alzy isn’t even paying attention to Brian!

Jessica was back on her feet. Alzy threw a left that she parried before moving in with a right. Alzy parried the right from Jessica. The pair began boxing again. Jessica wasn’t protecting her chin. Alzy went for a massive left, and it landed just as the bell rang. Jessica collapsed to the mat, smiling.

Allie Queen: Alzy’s just knocked Jessica out again in this match, but Brian has just removed the second belt! This match is over!

Wayne Miller: My god! I told you, I freaking said it, DEA came in with a plan!

Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners of this match, representing the Dragon Empire Agents, and STILL the SCW World Tag Team Champions, Brian Kennedy and Jessica Tendonin!

Atop the ladder, Brian held both belts up. Emily and Alzy angrily rolled out of the ring. By the time Brian descended the ladder, Jessica was on one knee and an EMT was checking on her. The referee handed her the International Heavyweight Championship as she stood. She was a bit dizzy on her feet, but she held herself up.

Allie Queen: This match was not nearly as brutal as I thought it would be.

Wayne Miller: I agree. Wait, what’s that?

Hellfire had turned around on the ramp and were looking at DEA in the ring. Jessica was tapping her head, grinning.

Allie Queen: What is that supposed to mean?

Wayne Miller: I think we know what Jessica said to Brian a few minutes ago. She must have told him to get the belts no matter what, and that she’d hold them off! And dammit, she did it!

Jessica tapped the side of her jaw and leaned over the ropes as someone handed her a microphone.

Jessica Tendonin: It was bait! Did you really think you could knock me out twice!? This match? This was a courtesy. You were not owed it, in any way, shape, or form. Next time…you’re going to have to earn it! Now get the fuck out of my sight!

Hellfire looked like they’d heard enough and they started making their way back toward the ring. And then, they stopped. The ramp in front of them was suddenly filled by a dozen or so women. At the head of the group was the tall Swedish blonde, Candice Karicia Kingston. On her left and right were Jessica Wallace and Izzy Lopez, Jessica’s cousins, who looked just like their leader. In the ring, Jessica had her arms crossed, looking amused. Brian looked impressed.

Allie Queen: I think the wise thing to do here is to leave, for Hellfire. There is no way they are making it through Kingston alone, let alone that entire group, not after this insane match!

Wayne Miller: Yeah, that’s Jessica’s personal guard. Jessica is running her mouth, and could probably back it up, even now, but she’s got another match tonight! She needs to save it for Larissa!

Emily and Alzy looked at each other and back at Candice before retreating. The members of the Order turned to the ring and bowed before climbing back into the crowd and vanishing.

Curtis is seen backstage where he is standing in front of a camera with a mic in his hand.

Curtis: You know, I have been standing here thinking. Why don’t I assert myself more? Why am I just focusing on The DEA when there are other wrestlers in this company that just needs to learn their place when it comes to me and my guys.

He pauses for a moment.

Curtis:Rich Anderson I am talking about none other than you. You are just like Brian in so many ways that it isn’t funny and before your head can get much bigger let me inform you of something. I have talked to the Brass here in SCW and after tonight you’re looking at your next opponent.

He laughs.

Curtis:I’ll let that sink in.

He continues to laugh as the scene fades to black.

Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest will be contested as a Table match, and it is for the SCW North American Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing in at three hundred and twenty eight pounds, he is the challenger…Priest!

Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyro’s go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp.

Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn’t. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he’s going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them. The challenger laughs now as he climbs into the ring.

Allie Queen: Priest is making his return to SCW, and Rich Anderson has his hands full with the two time Alternative Champion.

Wayne Miller: This match could be a huge boost for both of them, but at the end of the day, the goal for both should be leaving with the championship. Only way to do that, is put the other man through a table.

Anne Carpenter: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the SCW North American Heavyweight Champion…Rich Anderson!

Big Gun by AC/DC hit the PA system and the crowd cheered. A few seconds later, the SCW North American Heavyweight Champion emerged onstage. He wore the belt around his waist, visible under his glowing jacket. As the crowd applauded, he began making his way to the ring, not taking his eyes off of Priest. Priest sneered in the ring.

Allie Queen: And Rich looks like he is ready for action!

Wayne Miller: Priest is twice Rich’s size, and will definitely use that to his advantage, but we can’t count Rich out so easily.

Sliding into the ring, Rich unstrapped the championship and walked right up to Priest, getting in his face. The referee managed to separate them for just long enough to ring the bell.

Allie Queen: And this one starts with a bang!

Wayne Miller: Rich is fired the hell up!

Rich was sending shots into Priest’s midsection left and right without pause. Priest kept his guard up, protecting his face. A moment later, Priest shoved Rich away and then charged at him, going for a Big Boot kick, but Rich caught his foot and countered with a Spinning Wheel Kick, taking the challenger down. The crowd cheered as Rich ran to the ropes, rebounded off and literally threw himself at Priest as he was getting up.

Allie Queen: Rich is taking out all of his frustration from the last several weeks, and I gotta say, I’m loving it!

Wayne Miller: Champion is really throwing himself into this fight!

As the tangle of bodies separated, Priest and Rich both got to their feet. Priest tossed a huge right that stunned Rich.The challenger went for another, but Rich ducked it, and slipped behind Priest, and then took him up and slammed him with a Back Suplex, shocking the fans in attendance.



Priest rolled to one knee, blocked and kick, parried a right hand, and ducked a spinkick before getting back to a vertical base. Priest grabbed Rich by the tights and literally tossed him into a corner. Priest then ran into the corner like a freight train, slamming into Rich. The fans cheered as the action continued and Priest whipped Rich into the opposite corner. Priest then charged at Rich again, but Rich ducked out of the corner and onto the apron. Priest stopped himself, but Rich grabbed his head and then jumped off the apron, spiking the challenger over the ropes.

Allie Queen: The fans are completely shocked by how this is playing out, and I can’t say I blame them!

Wayne Miller: I think Rich is ready to introduce a table!

Indeed, Rich was sliding a table into the ring. Priest was on one knee favoring his neck with his back turned. Rich slid into the ring and picked the table up over his head before bringing it crashing down over Priest’s head.

Allie Queen: Oh my god! Priest might have a concussion after that!

Wayne Miller: That is a testament to the rage Rich has been feeling this past few weeks after Priest attacked him!

Priest groaned in pain as Rich picked up the table and leaned it against the turnbuckle. Rich turned to Priest now as the bigger man was getting up. Rich leaned on the ropes and launched himself at Priest for a Shoulder Block, but the challenger shrugged it off and Rich landed on the mat. Priest grabbed him by the hair, pulling him to his feet, and with seemingly no effort, Priest tossed Rich into the table in the corner and shattered it.

Allie Queen: Oh my god, is that it?! Is this match over?!

Wayne Miller: No, the table has to be set up! This ain’t over, but Rich is definitely going to be feeling that!

Rich was still reeling from the attack as Priest yanked him to his feet and then whipped him across the ring into the ropes. As Rich rebounded, Priest caught him up in a huge Spinebuster that almost looked as if it would break the champion in half. Priest got to his feet and began stomping away on the champion, not letting up on the assault.

Allie Queen: We are just minutes into this match, and it already looks as if it could be over at any second.

Wayne Miller: The pace of this match is not what I could have predicted!

Priest backed away and rolled out of the ring, going for a table. As he picked it up, he turned around in time to look up and see Rich flying over the top rope with a running moonsault. The crowd roared at Rich collided with Priest and the pair tumbled to the arena floor. The fans in the front row were leaning over the barricade trying to get a better view.

Allie Queen: Rich is throwing everything he’s got at Priest, including literally his own body.

Wayne Miller: Only thing missing is the kitchen sink!

Rich was first to his feet, but Priest got to one knee and wrapped a huge hand around Rich’s throat as he pulled himself to his feet. With seemingly superhuman strength, the challenger tossed the champion several feet away. The crowd roared at Priest advanced on Rich, who was already on one knee.

Allie Queen: I have to believe Mr. Walker is watching this backstage, keeping a close eye on the returning Priest and how Rich performs in his first defense of this new championship.

Wayne Miller: I think it’s safe to say Priest has awakened something in Rich, and it might not have been a good idea.

Priest was upon Rich now as the champion stood. Rich turned and the pair began trading punches. Priest, with more mass and a better reach, easily busted Rich open. Rich staggered backwards, and Priest began advancing on him again, when out of nowhere, Rich nailed him with a Superkick. The crowd snapped as Priest fell backwards.


Wayne Miller: No, that’s the Phack Off, dammit!!

Rich grabbed the nearest table and dragged it over to where Priest was. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath, Rich began setting the table up. When finished, however, his breather had cost him. He turned around and received a huge hand around his throat. Priest thrust Rich into the air, about to end it all.

Allie Queen: This is it! We’re gonna have a new champion!!!

Wayne Miller: No! Oh! It’s over!

Rich countered into a Hurricanrana, and swung priest forward, through the table while he rolled clear of the carnage. The bell rang over the applause as the referee handed the SCW North American Heavyweight Championship to Rich Anderson and raised his arm in victory. Big Gun by AC/DC began playing as the announcement was made.

Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and still the SCW North American Heavyweight Champion…Rich Anderson!


Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is ….weapons in a cage. First weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds he is Johnathan “Firestorm” Mills!

“Storm” by Devin Townsend plays as Johnathan Mills makes his way to the ring. He has a burst of speed as he gets closer to the ring and he slides in, then climbs up the turnbuckle, listening to the crowd. Finally he hops down.

Anne Carpenter: And his opponent she is the SCW Alternative champion. Weighing in at one hundred, ninety five pounds from New York City, New York…..she is Emily Desmond!

Lights go out as song begins to play. Also smoke fills the ramp, lit by red and green lights. Emily Desmond appears, her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and dressed with tights that are a mix of green and purple on black, a shirt that is either solid green or purple or green, and a black leather coat. She seems focus on the ring and crawls in, keeping an eye on Johnathan. The cage door shuts and the referee calls for the bell.

Allie: Now it’s time for a match that has people talking.

Wayne: Many are wondering if Johnathan has what it takes to defeat Emily and win the title.

Allie: She’s held the Alternative title nearly 500 days. That is an incredible feat.

Wayne: Until you take another look at who trained her. Cam had incredible staying power as a champion.

Johnathan takes off his shirt and throws it into the corner as he starts to walk towards Emily as the bell rings with no emotion on his face. Emily immediately goes on the offense by driving forward, aiming a vicious kick to Johnathan’s right knee. Johnathan drops down to one knee and Emily aims another kick at Johnathan, this to his face. But he grabs her leg and uses his rising momentum to trap her. He tries to lift her up but she is able to easily escape. However Johnathan does get hold of her and throws her across the ring with all his power. Immediately after doing so, he follows and with his momentum drives her face first into the cage. Emily slides down but Johnathan stays with her and pulls Emily to her feet and throws her into a turnbuckle with amazing power from him. She hits the corner and rebounds back towards him.

Allie: Johnathan is going on the offense early it seems. That is his true advantage here, he can burst out with amazing speed.

Johnathan attempts a quick spinebuster but as he’s beginning to lift, Emily launches a knee into his groin, breaking his hold on her. Johnathan holds his groin in pain, stunned. She capitalizes on the opportunity, running back and hit the ropes. She comes bounding off and gives Johnathan a vicious dropkick to the temple of Johnathan. The force of the shot moves him from the center of the ring to the ropes on the other side. Jonathan turns, using the ropes to hold himself up momentarily to regain his composure. Emily runs back, hitting the ropes again and rushes at Johnathan full speed. Emily leaps, driving Johnathan’s face into the cage with a shoulder block. He bounces off the cage and falls to the ground. Emily looks up at the cage and grabs a steel chair that has razor wire wrapped around it. She turns and gets ready to swing at Johnathan but he sees what she’s grabbed and he grabs hold of the ring ropes as Emily swings. But with nothing to connect with the momentum spins Emily in a circle and the chair bounces off the ropes and hits Emily in the face. The razor wire cuts her on the cheek, and she lowers the chair and wipes at her face. She sees the blood, and looks up at Johnathan, who has a smile on his face, loving how Emily’s idea backfired on her. Emily drops the chair and rushes at Johnathan, forcing him into the ropes. As he comes off them she grabs his head and drives it into the chair in the middle of the ring, cutting Johnathan on the forehead. He rolls over, wipes his forehead, and sees that he’s also bleeding now.

Allie: Wow! Did anyone expect this? Emily already has Johnathan bleeding.

Wayne: If this was a first blood match, Emily would have won, but unfortunately this only the beginning.

Emily comes from behind but a blind swinging clothesline by Johnathan connects and sends her down to the mat. He gets to his feet, blood running down his face. He begins to kick maniacally at Emily, shoving his boot into her ribs. Emily tries to defend herself, but the strength that Johnathan is able to get in his kicks breaks through Emily’s defense.

Wayne: Looks like Emily might be in trouble.

Johnathan suddenly stops, looking at Emily sadistically. He looks up at the cage and pulls down a baseball bat, the favorite weapon of Emily’s mom. He takes a swing but Emily is able to move slightly, but does get hit in the knee. Emily screams in pain as Johnathan swings again, and he goes for the knee again, but Emily kicks out and catches him with a kick from her other leg and into his knee. Johnathan drops the bat, but as Emily gets up Johnathan wraps his hand through Emily’s hair, bringing her to her feet. She punches him square in the jaw in return the moment she’s up to her feet. Johnathan yells with rage as he releases her hair, grabbing her by the throat and throws Emily into the cage. She bounces off and becomes entangled in the ropes.

Johnathan turns away, and begin to climb the nearest turnbuckle, ascending to the top of the cage. He gets to the top and glances down at Emily who is still struggling with the ropes. He grins, then decides to climb down the cage, dropping to the mat and pulls down a table  and he begins to set it up. As he does, the crowd begins to cheer extremely loudly. Johnathan assumes it’s for him, but they cheer for Emily, who has freed herself from the trap of ropes and is quickly scaling the cage hoping to jump and land on Johnathan, taking him out.

Allie: What in the hell is Emily doing?

Wayne: Ok now she’s taking risks that I’m not sure she should try.

Allie: Well Emily is becoming known for extreme and hardcore stuff….oh tell me she isn’t.

Emily gets to the top, watching Johnathan like a hawk. Johnathan finally gets the table set up and begins to walk in front of the table. Emily sees her moment, and jumps high into the air! Emily turns herself as Johnathan looks up to see her coming down. She connects with a HUGE cross body splash, sending them both through the table with a sickening smash, both competitors bouncing off the mat like rubber balls.

Wayne: Holy shit!!

They both lay motionless for a moment as EMT’s stand at the ready to assist either of them if needed. Johnathan is the first to come to his senses and he gets up, clearing out the cobwebs. Emily is still down and doesn’t seem to be moving any time soon. Johnathan climbs up the cage, and then down the outside of it and is looking for a weapon under the ring, one that is apparently not hanging in the ring. As he’s searching Emily comes to and sits up. She pushes loose hair out of her eyes and sees Johnathan outside the ring. Emily looks up and the climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and pulls herself up and then she starts climbing up the cage. She gets to the top and watches Johnathan, who seems to have found the weapon he wanted. He straightens up and realizes Emily is no longer lying in the ring. He looks up and Emily jumps, landing right on him and sends them both to the concrete. The EMT’s get closer and Emily rolls off Johnathan, holding one knee and in pain. Johnathan is slowly coming to and the EMT’s help him up, but he shakes them off. The EMT’s don’t even reach Emily, as she comes charging through the group, driving Johnathan into the security barrier. She starts laying into Johnathan with punch after punch. Johnathan glares, and manages to lift her up into a bear hug and runs into the corner of the cage, slamming Emily’s back to the metal. Johnathan doesn’t stop there as he grabs another chair with razor wire and slides it across Emily’s back, causing her back to tear open and bleed profusely. Johnathan then slams the chair down on her back and tosses the chair aside. He pulls Emily up by her hair. Johnathan gets her up and slams her down into the concrete floor with a solid thud.

Allie: I think I’m going to be sick to my stomach.

Wayne: I need to start drinking. Know anyone who might share?

Johnathan looks around for a moment, not realizing that Emily has grabbed a bat that she saw next to her and as he bends down towards her, Emily lets him have it. Johnathan tries to dodge but his legs are heavy from the abuse so the blow hits him full force in the stomach. As he drops down to his knees. Emily is rolling away getting herself to her knees. The bat comes down like a lumberjack splitting wood onto Johnathan’s back, the sickening thud hushes the entire crowd as Johnathan to the floor.

Allie: Than heaven, looks like Emily is finding her next wind.

Wayne: Yeah, with some help.

Allie: She needs all the help she can get!

Emily forces herself to her feet with the help of the bat. She wastes no time in setting Johnathan into a sharpshooter. The pain brings him back to consciousness as he yells out in agony. He claws at a garbage can lid and with determination he manages to get hold of it. Johnathan swings back, clocking Emily in the back of the head and breaking the hold. She stumbles forward and clings to the cage to keep herself on her feet. She looks back and sees that Johnathan is making his way to his feet so she begins to climb the cage.

Allie: I think Emily as the right idea. INSIDE the cage is probably her safest spot right now.

Emily is stopped suddenly as Johnathan grabs her foot and yanks her down off the cage. A hard push puts her into the security barrier and Johnathan is on her in one instant, lifting her up and setting her legs onto the barrier. He drops down, sending her headfirst into the concrete floor.

Wayne: Ouch! That will leave a mark.

He then nonchalantly grabs a chair and steps onto the apron of the ring where the cage door is located and kicks hard, sending the door flying on its hinges. Johnathan sits down in the chair that was once in the ring, just waiting for Emily to get back up. And get back up is just what she does, looking at Johnathan as she grabs the ladder, throwing it into the ring and grabbing the bat before she enters the cage.

Allie: People said this would be vicious, I think that’s an understatement.

Wayne: He’s stalking his prey, and she’s going to play right into his hands.

She goes for another swing but a quick kick to her gut hunches her over. Johnathan grabs the bat, yanking it from her grasp and throwing it aside. He picks Emily up for a suplex but she swings her body weight while in the air, causing Johnathan to lose control and she swings forward into a DDT right onto the leg of a ladder that came to rest in the middle of the ring. She cringes in pain at the damage the ladder causes her already tortured body. Johnathan twists away from the ladder with hands to his face, blood pouring through his fingers like a faucet that had been turn on as his face had connected with the ladder. Johnathan manages to make his way to the turnbuckle and uses it to keep his feet under him.

Meanwhile Emily begins to set up the ladder as Johnathan bends down and grabs his shirt from earlier, tearing a long strip and wrapping it around his head to keep the blood out of his eyes. He quickly sidesteps the flying dropkick that Emily tried to place off the ladder. Johnathan reaches down and picks Emily up by the neck and tosses her toward the ring ropes.

Allie: No!

Wayne: I’m going to need something pretty strong to drink.

As Johnathan walks over to Emily gets back up and they trade blow after blow in the middle of the ring. After receiving five hits to the face Johnathan goes for a clothesline but Emily ducks underneath it and hits the back of Johnathan’s legs with a dropkick. She quickly gets up and sees him teetering while getting up, holding the ropes to regain his footing and balance.

Allie: You know, amazingly Emily has managed to keep up with the speed of Johnathan. Did anyone expect her to?

Wayne: What do you mean? Emily’s proven she can stay in there.

Allie: Would you please pick a side.

Wayne: Meaning?

Allie: Who are you rooting for…….wait have you been betting on Emily or Johnathan?

Wayne: …..(dead silence)

Emily sees her opportunity and charges full blast, hitting Johnathan with a shoulder charge with such force that he breaks through the cage door and tumbles to the floor below in a heap of blood and metal. Emily sees him stir so she drags herself to the farthest turnbuckle and begins to slowly climb to the top of the cage once again, determined to end things once and for all.

Allie: Emily has lost her mind! This could end it for her!

Johnathan manages to get the broken piece of cage off him and sees that Emily is climbing, but instead of going after her directly he begins to climb the cage himself. They both reach the top of about the same time, both struggling to keep their balance from the height and loss of blood. Emily walks towards Johnathan and once again they begin to trade blows, both of them almost to the point of falling every time one of them swings.

Wayne: Ok, now they are both losing their minds. They fall from up there, we’ll need a shovel to pick up the pieces.

Johnathan takes a punch and quickly lunges towards Emily, once again clamping in a bear hug and she screams as he crushes the air out of her lungs. In desperation, Emily slams down with both of her fists into the face of Johnathan. Again and again she slams down until Johnathan begins to lose his grasp. In a suicidal decision Johnathan pushes away from the cage instead of letting o. They both tumble down, crashing through the announcer’s table as everybody scrambles to get out of the way.

Both Emily and Johnathan lay in a heap of wood and electronic equipment, blood pouring out of both of them. Johnathan coughs suddenly, splitting out blood as his body convulses to keep itself alive. He grabs Emily’s lifeless form and begins to slowly drag her towards the ring steps. Inching himself forward, he pulls her up to the steps and props her up, her head laying silently on one of the steps as her body sits limp next to the steps.

Dead silence from the commentators for a minute.

Johnathan staggers and tumbles to the ground, with grim determination he makes his way to the apron and pulls out a sledgehammer. He pulls himself up and makes his way back to the steps, dragging his left leg and the hammer behind him. Finally he positions himself, nobody daring to stop Johnathan in his insane plan. He heaves the sledgehammer over his head and prepares to swing for the fences.

Allie: No!

A strange look crosses Johnathan’s face as he looks down at Emily, so decimated by their match she lays there, only her shallow breathing convincing the world that she is still alive. Suddenly he yells and pulls back, the entire crowd gasping as he swings the sledgehammer with all his might.

Allie: Thank heaven, he missed.

Wayne: Yeah but will he miss again? I think he’s trying to scare her more than anything.

Allie: Or kill her.

Wayne: Mills wouldn’t do that.

Johnathan is ready to go for a third try…..but Emily has been playing him! While lying there she’s been getting her wits about her again and she lands a kick first to his knee and when he lowers the sledgehammer, she goes for the groin. Johnathan crumples to the ground. Emily looks to be going for a pin, then picks Johnathan up and hits him with a solid suplex onto the concrete floor. Johnathan seems to be knocked out, or at least not in his mind, and Emily grabs him by the feet and begins dragging Johnathan to the steps and INTO the cage. It takes a few minutes, and a few kicks to the stomach but she gets him in there. She pulls him up to his feet and throws him into the ropes, ready to nail him with a dropkick when he comes off the ropes….

But he knew what was going on and uses the ropes to stop his momentum! Emily drops to the canvas and realizes what has happened. She gets to her feet and looks around, seeing the chair with razor wire. She rushes at it, picks it up….and nails Johnathan across the chest with it as he charges at her! Johnathan falls back to the canvas and finally, for the first time in this match…..

Allie: I don’t believe it. Emily’s done it!

Wayne: She’s still champion!

Anne Carpenter: Your winner and STILL SCW Alternative champion…..Emily Desmond!

Emily gets to her feet and falls back into the turnbuckle as the referee gets the belt and hands it to Emily. She gets up and raises it into the air. Johnathan is getting to his feet, disappointed that he couldn’t stop Emily’s reign. However showing there are no hard feelings (really? they just tried killing each other) he offers his hand to congratulate her. Emily cautiously extends her hand and he shakes it, and raises her arm. He lets go of her hand and applauds with the crowd. Johnathan gets to the cage door just as Chris Desmond, who was backstage (at Emily’s request) wants to climb in. Johnathan gets out and Chris climbs in, looking like the proud daddy as he goes up to his daughter and raises her hand. She hugs her dad with one arm while the other holds onto the Alternative title belt.


Backstage, in the dressing room of Paige Lewis, Mr. Walker is on his folder, upset.


After a few seconds, Mr. Walker spoke again.

Mr. Walker: Get me the-

He paused again. This time, it was a few minutes before he spoke again. He swore.

Mr. Walker: You’re telling me the CIA, the NSA, SIS AND the SAS cannot find this one woman!? This is insane! Where the hell could she be?

Another pause.

Mr. Walker: Very well, sir.

A moment later, Mr. Walker was putting his phone away. He looked around the dressing room, which was empty of person effects, then he turned to the camera.

Mr. Walker: Due to unforeseen circumstances, the SCW World Heavyweight Championship match will not be taking place tonight. As such, the SCW International Heavyweight Championship match is our new main event. I’ll hopefully have more information soon.

The scene faded back to Allie and Wayne.

Wayne Miller: What the hell is going on? Was he talking about PAige Lewis? Is she the one missing?

Allie Queen: I don’t know, but whoever it is, they’d better pray to every god they know of. CIA, NSA, SIS, and SAS can’t find you, and you are truly missing! It looks like our next match has just been upgraded top main event!

Wayne Miller: This one is going to be good.

Allie Queen: A lot of people are expecting this to be a totally one sided match. We’ve got the rookie Larissa, taking on Jessica Tendonin, arguably the biggest star in SCW…ever.

Wayne Miller: Stranger things have happened, so we’ll just have to wait and see!

Allie Queen: And it’s go time!

Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the main event of the evening, and it is scheduled as a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match, and it is for the SCW International Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Shanghai, China…Larissa!

As the Chinese National Anthem began playing, Larissa came out on stage and stepped onto a pedestal. It began rotating slowly while she held her hands up in the air. After a few revolutions, it slowed to a stop and Larissa stepped off and began making her way to the ring. Coming down the ramp, she removed a compact mirror and began admiring herself. After climbing into the ring, Larissa put the mirror away and stood in the corner.

Wayne Miller: Larissa is about to compete in the biggest match of her career so far, and one can only imagine what is on her mind.

Allie Queen: Only one thing matters to her right now…winning.

Anne Carpenter: And her opponent, she is the reigning and defending SCW International Heavyweight Champion…hailing from Shaker Heights, Ohio, she weighed in at 191lbs this morning, she is the Paraguayan Sensation…please welcome…JESSICA TENDONIN!!


Imaginary (Synthesis Version) by Evanescence began playing through the arena audio system as the crowd exploded, getting excited to hear the classic theme.

“I Linger In The Doorway!”
Allie: Oh, we’re using this theme again!

Wayne: She used this theme on the night she ascended to the SCW World Heavyweight Championship! Will she retain tonight using this song?

After a few seconds, Jessica Tendonin walked out onto the stage, the SCW International Championship around her waist. She stood there for a moment, raising both arms above her head, posing for the fans who cheered her. Jessica then began walking down the ramp, slowly lowering her arms.

Jessica reached the ring and stood for a moment, looking around at the arena. Basking in the cheers, Jessica smiled as she climbed into the ring. She walked to the nearest turnbuckle and climbed it, posing for the crowd. Jessica unhooked the belt from her waist and held it in the air.

Jessica jumped down from the second rope, stretching in the corner.

Allie: Larissa and Jessica will fight to the end over the SCW International Heavyweight Champion, that Jessica has spent over a year polishing.

Wayne: The bookies have it ten thousand to one that Jessica leaves with the championship! I’m putting a hundred down on her! That’s…that is a million dollars when she wins! Holy shit!

The referee took the championship from Jessica and held it up in the air as the crowd cheered loudly. After a moment, the referee gestured for the hook to be lowered so he could put the belt on it. As the championship rose above the ring, the bell rang and the main event began.

Allie: And we are ready to get going here in this main event!

Wayne: I still want to know what happened, but Mr. Walker isn’t talking much about it.

Larissa and Jessica met in the center of the ring, and Jessica held her hand out. Larissa slapped it away. Jessica grinned as she swung the hand back, striking Larissa across the face and making her stagger back a bit.

Allie: Cheapshot from the Champion!

Wayne: Cheapshot my ass! That is the International Heavyweight Champion!!! She may do as she pleases!

Larissa dove at Jessica, but Jessica held up an elbow, and Larissa crashed into it at her temple. On her knees, Larissa struggled to get up, but Jessica grabbed her by the hair and drove her face first into the mat. Larissa lifted her head up from the mat, and Jessica put her foot on the back of the challengers head, and stomped, driving her into the mat again. Larissa didn’t move this time.

Allie: What the hell! Brutal!

Wayne: God damn, I think Larissa is knocked out!

Observing the unmoving Larissa for a moment, Jessica turned to crowd and bowed extravagantly with a wicked grin. Then, the International Champion went to a corner and climbed then sat on the turnbuckle. Elbows on her knees and face in her hands, the champion waited.

Allie: What the hell is she doing?

Wayne: I think she wants to drag this one out a bit.

After a couple of minutes, which Jessica spent making funny faces at the crowd, Larisa began moving again. Jessica hopped off the turnbuckle and stalked Larissa from behind. The challenger was bleeding as she got to her feet. Dazed, Larissa turned around to a Belly to Belly Suplex from Jessica, sending her flying across the ring.

Allie: Larissa is busted open, but Jessica is not letting up!

Wayne: Why the hell would she?! The SCW International Heavyweight Championship is on the line, and this is the new main event of TLC!

Larissa got to her feet just in time to take one of Jessica’s powerful knees in her midsection, making her double over. Jessica leaned on the ropes for momentum and went for a scissor kick, but Larissa shoved her backwards, sending the champion tumbling through the ropes to the outside.

Allie: This is the first bit of offense Larissa has gotten in for this whole match so far! She needs to keep it going if she wants to walk out as the new champion!

Wayne: I love a good underdog story, but think about what you’re saying! That’s Jessica freaking Tendonin! That’s Miss SCW herself! This rookie has no chance!

Larissa launched herself over the top rope, diving into Jessica, and both crashed to the floor. Larissa was on her feet first and she quickly grabbed a chair and slammed it over Jessica’s back. The champion groaned in pain, but Larissa hit her with the chair again and again until it was bent and useless. With the champion down, the challenger set up a table between the apron and the barricade.

Allie: Larissa taking control here, and working strategically.

Wayne: Strategically? She beat her with one chair!

Jessica was on one knee when Larissa turned to her. Jessica lunged but Larissa was ready and flipped her up and over, sending the champion crashing through the table. The crowd cheered in excitement as the first table of the match was smashed. Larissa picked Jessica and rammed her into a ringpost, dazing the champion. Another ram into the ringpost and Jessica was busted open.

Allie: Oh my god!

Wayne: Hold on! I’m getting word that Mr. Walker has just decreed that the winner of this match will face Paige Lewis for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship!

Allie: WHAT?!

Wayne: I swear that is what I’m being told! This just got higher stakes put on it!

Larissa and Jessica began trading fists. Jessica, taller, stronger, bigger, and with more reach, took control and easily punched Larissa against the apron. Larissa, instead of covering her face or blocking her chin, tried to block individual hits. Jessica, using her knowledge of boxing, used this to her advantage and after a flurry of punches to her opponents midsection, caught her chin with a heavy right. Larissa stiffened up as she fell to the floor.

Allie: Larissa is out! Jessica has knocked Larissa out for the second time in this match!

Wayne: I told you! Larissa really has her work cut out for her! At this point, she just better pray she doesn’t have to be taken out on a stretcher! Larissa is not leaving this arena with the SCW International Heavyweight Championship!

Jessica looked at Larissa, grinning before turning to move towards a ladder. Breaking it down and sliding the ladder into the ring, the champion rolled into the ring as well. Jessica pointed up at the championship and crowd roared. With a pleased nod, she set up the ladder under the championship.

Allie: Larissa is still out, and this match could be over in seconds!

Wayne: I’m telling you, Jessica has this in the bag.

Jessica began slowly climbing the ladder, taking her time. When she was halfway up, the ladder was knocked over by Larissa. The crowd roared as Jessica flew off the ladder and bounced off the top rope and flew out of the ring and into the front row seating area at ringside. The crowd began chanting Holy Shit as they crowded around where Jessica landed.

Allie: Larissa saves the match but holy shit!

Wayne: I have to believe Jessica could be seriously hurt after that!

Larissa rolled out of the ring and grabbed a chair. Jumping to the barricade, Larissa tossed the chair to where Jessica was before throwing herself at her opponent. A bloodcurdling scream came from the crowd. Larissa jumped to her feet looking pleased with herself. She then picked Jessica up and threw her over the barricade to the floor, and now the scream was understood.



Jessica’s left arm, halfway up the forearm, was not in the correct anatomic state. Her arm was broken. Larissa picked the champion up and rolled her into the ring before following her. Both women got to their feet, and Larissa went for a kick to the midsection, but Jessica parried with her knee, turning Larissa and then driving her right elbow into the small of her back.

Allie: How is she still going!? We need to get medical staff out here! This match is over! Jessica simply can’t continue!

Wayne: Oh no, Jessica won’t let anyone look at that til this match is over.

Larissa turned around groaning, and Jessica put her right hand around Larissa’s throat, and crowd popped.

Allie: Impossible!

Wayne: Jessica’s gonna go for the Chokeslam with one broken arm!

Larissa kicked Jessica in the gut, making her release the challenger. Jessica staggered backwards and Larissa charged at her. Jessica crouched and leaned into Larissa and then stood up with the challenger on her shoulders. With one good arm, she managed to nail the F5, sending Larissa to the mat.


Wayne: With a broken arm, Jessica Tendonin is still giving Larissa a hell of a contest! This needs to end fast, so that that broken arm can be properly set! That was an incredible T5, however!

With Larissa down, Jessica took a few seconds to catch her breath before moving for the ladder. There was a sense of urgency about her movement now, none of the cocky bravada from earlier in the match. Setting the ladder up quickly, Jessica wasted no time as she began climbing toward the SCW International Heavyweight Championship. The fans in the arena were screaming at the top of their lungs as she reached the top. Jessica took a few seconds to catch her breath. That was a mistake.

Allie: Larissa is up! Larissa is up!

Wayne: Grab the damn belt!!! End this now!

Larissa climbed the other side of the ladder with amazing speed. A struggle ensued at the top. Larissa with two good arms and Jessica with one good arm seemed even at first. And then, Larissa had Jessica set up in a Hammerlock.

Allie: The Shanghai Noon! She’s setting it up!

Wayne: Oh god, no! Not off the ladder!!!

Larissa drove Jessica into the mat below with the Hammerlock DDT. Jessica wasn’t moving. Larissa was back on her feet in seconds, and moving for the ladder. The arena erupted into a massive uproar of mixed reactions.

Allie: We’re going to have a new champion!

Wayne: I can’t believe what I’m seeing!

Larissa quickly climbed the ladder, and when she reached the top, Jessica still wasn’t moving. Larissa reached up and unhooked the SCW International Heavyweight Championship. The bell rang as the fans went into a frenzy. Larissa herself even looked shocked as she stared at the championship.


Wayne: GOD DAMNIT!!!

Anne Carpenter: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, and the new SCW INTERNATIONAL HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…LARISSA!!!

EMTs began flooding the ring to check on Jessica as Larissa climbed down the ladder. A pair attended to the new champion as she got on her knees to look at the belt, still not believing she’d done it. TLC went off the air with this image.


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