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… 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 …’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… 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.


DEA Pipe Bomb

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(Off Camera)

Brian is seen sitting at a table with all the members of DEA sitting around it. The servants come around sitting the plates of food that he had made for the nights gathering. Brian looks over at Requiem and says.

Brian: “So, with Jessica stepping in the ring at the PPV I am sure we will walk out as Champions yet again. This is the last time I am going to sit back and listen to the bull shit talking that the Brewster camp is spouting off at the mouth with. They are finished after this that is why Jessica and I come up with this match. I am going to bring amounts of pain that neither of them has ever felt before.”

LT: “Damn Bri, you are letting the demons out to play aren’t you?”

Requiem: “I think between Jessica and myself we finally rubbed off on him. It’s about time, because they need to shut the hell up.”

Jessica: “We are going to do just that. I’m finished allowing anyone in the back to ever think that DEA doesn’t run things.”

Brian: “I have full intentions of walking out of the PPV as a double champion. I will hold the SCW World Title for a second time one way or another. Paige is going down right along with Emily. I hate having to make people remember who I am and me -marking my name in the SCW History books that Brian Kennedy once again made history. Hate it or not, DEA are the top dogs in this company.”

Andrew: “I won’t lie, Brian I have been thinking about coming back. I think Death Sentence could still do big things. Let’s be honest, the only reason I haven’t come back yet is because there isn’t anyone among that roster that could even hold a candle to my jock strap let alone step in the ring and square off one on one.”

They all laugh as Brian continues to speak.

Brian: “Well, The Brewster camp has finally chosen to speak. You already knew they would try to get some cheap shots in before the match.”

Jessica: “I think that the camera crew will be here shortly and when they get here we can say what we need to say and then let our actions speak for themselves in the ring.”

Requiem: “Brian, I think now is the time that you should do what you been planning on doing and letting your demons out to play.”

Andrew: “The thing is, the last time he done that he landed himself into jail for almost 3 years.”

Brian: “And the guy still isn’t walking right. But, he won’t ever forget who I am ever again.”

They all chuckle as Brian stands up and walks over to the window. The maid is clearing the plates that they have finished eating as Brian turns around.

Brian: “So, what do you all think about revealing the two members coming home to DEA? Should we wait till after this PPV or wait for a few more shows?”

Jessica: “I think that we should hold off and let it build up a bit more before we announce it.”

LT: “Brian, which do you think would be best? With Curtis coming around and all the attacks that’s been coming your way holding off could be a benefit to our camp.”

Brian nods his head thinking about which way would be the best to led his team. The doorbell rings and he already know that it’s the camera crew to record his piece for the upcoming match. He walks towards his study where the butler led the crew to. He walks in as the camera is already recording.

(On Camera)

He walks into the room carrying a box of tissues and a box of tampax. He walks over to a table sitting them down he speaks.

Brian: “Those are for you guys, Hellfire, since you been crying like some little bitches. The past is the past and I dunno why you both seem stuck there. So, since that is where you wanna begin let’s address this shall we?”

He walks over to his lazy boy and sits down. He is handed a drink from his butler and takes a sip. He looks deep into the camera.

“Azly, you have a lot of nerve. You wanna try to talk some shit when you have done nothing but lose. You lost to Paige, Emily beat your ass and when it comes to you and I. I beat the shit outta you too. You have lost more than anything else since you come to SCW. Then you wanted to cry about the free bird rule. Claiming that people cried about it. I ask you this, when in the hell did I say a damn word about who you bring to the ring? When Requiem had his life bite him in his ass, SCW brass chose to let me pick who I would bring as my team mate and defend the Titles. While you are correct Requiem and I won the tag team championship. I don’t see anywhere that says We lost the damn titles. Each and every time I have stepped in the ring I have come out victorious and retained the Titles. Twice now you both have failed to take the belts off us. So, what did I do? I sat down with the camp and we come up with this match to push each of us to our limits. “

He pauses for a few moments to let his thoughts gather as he continues.

“Emily, I might as well address the both of you at the same times. Cause you cried just as much as Alzy. You wanted to bring up the past about the Ryders. Why in the hell did you bring up those two? Where are they involved in this match at all? I don’t see it as a three way in this match. I don’t give a fuck about what happened when the Ryders was here or how they caused you all problems. Because right now you have enough coming your way without trying to bring in a team that isn’t a factor in this match at all.”

He chuckles.

“While you guys wanted to bring up that Hellfire changed up slightly to allow Chris to retire, it isn’t any different than Requiem being replaced. The Empire or DEA, our group is the same as yours. Just the slight change as you put it to down play you trying to gain the unicorn in your life that is none other than the SCW Tag Team Titles. You guys will never gain them. Challenging us over and over again is the closest that you’re going to get. Can’t you grasp ahold of this reality? You can’t win. Doesn’t matter who you bring in. You guy are losers. Just a joke in the back-stage area when it comes to tag team action.”

He stands up and grabs his drink. He walks over to a trophy case where it holds all the Titles and awards he has won over his years in the ring. He opens the case and picks up his SCW Tag Team Title. He looks at it for a few moments and puts it back down.

“I have to wonder, while you want nothing more but to take the Titles off us. What else drives you Alzy? Emily, you say that he doesn’t hold you back. While that might not be how you feel. The facts remain. Answer me this, all the matches he has had in SCW both singles and tag. How many has he won? How many times has his hand been raised in victory? Because I can promise you this. There hasn’t been very many I have lost. And those were mainly me losing because these fuckin masked men keep coming to attack me. Either way, I still win way more than I lose.”

He pauses.

“But the two of you wanna ask how long has it been since the Tag Team Titles been defended? Why do I need to keep defending Titles when no one can get the damn job done and take them off us. The last 2 defenses I have had were against who?”

He does a brief pause.

“Oh, that’s right. It was against the two of you losers and guess what? Even though neither of you has done a damn thing to earn a Title shot, I gave you another one. Because you lost twice against us and then lost to Jess and Mills. A team that hasn’t teamed together in like 10 years. While Jess and I hasn’t teamed together in a few years, we train. We train at least 3 days a week and while you might not realize it. We are a fine oiled machine and will come out of TLC as Champions just like we walked in as.”

He turns towards the camera now looking deep into it like he is trying to look into the soul of each and every person that is watching this.

“We picked this match and made sure that we can finally bathe in the blood from the two of you. I want to watch you bleed, and when Jessica and I have our hands raised victorious I will laugh as I look at the blood the two of you have spilt. When you realize that not only did you two fail to win the Titles. Also thinking about how much blood I took from you. I will take your dreams, your spirit, your blood and if I can manage. Your soul. I want to make you suffer amounts of pain that you never felt before. I want to make sure that neither of you ever think about trying to come for our Titles ever again. Face it, the only person out of your entire camp that has ever beaten me is Brian Brewster. And he isn’t about to show his face around here again. Because he knows that he couldn’t do it again.”

Jessica walks into the room now as she looks at Brian.

“Talk is cheap. I don’t give a damn about anything that the two of you has to say. Come prove it in the ring. Come try and take what is mine. And as for the match after this one. Well, neither of you should care. Because the only thing that should be going through your minds is can you get the job done. Can you beat me? Beat Jess? I doubt that. I am coming for war and when I go for Paige as one half of the Tag Team Champions. We can worry about that match when the time comes. I’m done talking. Jess, I know you want to address these clowns. Have at it girl!”

Jessica adjusted the tag team championship over one shoulder and her International Heavyweight Championship over the other before speaking.

Jessica: I hope those are the super plus, Brian, because these clowns are whining like huge bitches. Let me get this straight. They whine when they AREN’T getting a title shot that they didn’t earn, and they whine when we hand them a shot they didn’t earn? Seriously, do you guys actually want a shot at the gold, or do you just want to complain about not being the champions? You guys are stuck so far back in the past. I want to let you know a few things that should be obvious. For starters, this is not fucking FTWO.

Yeah, I know FTWO folded into SCW back in the day. Hell, I was scheduled to appear in FTWO at what would have been their last event! But that is in the past. This is SCW, dammit, so every time you two bring up FTWO, it becomes more and more clear that you’re stuck holding onto some old glory. I am an 18 time World Champion. Do you see me dropping organization names every time I open my mouth? Seriously, I can’t remember the last time either of you cut a promo without mentioning FT fucking WO. Bury it and let it stay dead. Focus on where you are now, because nobody cares who was FTWO TransAtlantic champion 10 years ago, nor do they care who was FTWO Alternative Champion.

Emily, you’re on your way to being SCW Alternative Champion for 500 days. A feat that nobody in SCW, myself included, has ever managed. I would be a little fucking offended every time Alzy talks about the FTWO Alternative Championship. As the Alternative Division Commissioner, I’m very pleased with how you’ve carried the belt so far, but honestly, I’m starting to feel like you don’t respect it.

Jessica paused for a moment, shaking her held.

Jessica: And Alzy, the last time I remember you actually winning a match was at Survival, damn near a year ago, when you earned a shot at the Alternative and World Heavyweight Championships. And you’re such a damn clown that you fumbled BOTH! You let two rookies beat you in huge title opportunities! There seems to be some confusion as to who you guys will be facing, so let me clear it the fuck up. Hellfire, the tag team of Emily Desmond and Alzy “fuckwit” Hawkshaw, will be challenging the DEA, consisting of Brian Kennedy and Jessica Tendonin, so keep my husbands name out of your mouth.

Alzy, you’ve got a lot of fucking nerve trying to slam on Brian and I for how long it’s been since we teamed together. I’m the Dragon and that’s the Living Legend! It doesn’t matter how long it’s been. I proved that to you at Overdrive 49, when Johnathan Mills and I, who had not teamed together in years, defeated you two sacks of failure. Hell, I thought Mills was dead! You guys want us to believe that you’re so big and bad, but the fact of the matter is, you guys are shit as a unit. At least individually, Emily Desmond is making a name for herself.

At TLC, this BLAKT match is going to change all four of us, I know. It’s going to be painful. It’s going to be bloody. All of us will have scars. Somebody might not walk away. I don’t know who it will be, but one thing I do know is that the DEA are leaving TLC as the SCW Tag Team Champions. And that is something you can count on. You wanted to bring up the Ryders and Feral Destruction?

The Ryders caught Brian and Cam slipping. And then tried to pull a fast one. I remember that shit, because I remember having to hold Urakih off from attacking all three members of Feral Destruction. While they were whining about their rematch, the Ryders went on to win the UCW World Tag Team Championships. Eventually, Feral Destruction whined their way into getting their rematch, on their own terms. I’m starting to see how my partner Brian gets names mixed up so easily. You all whine and whine and whine. It’s like standing in a full nursery when feeding is late and diapers need to be changed.

But make no mistake, Emily and Alzy…you guys may whine like babies and bitches, but we’re going to treat you like you stole something.And when it is all said and done, I don’t want to hear you guys whining for a title shot again until you actually fucking earn one, because this was handed to you. We got tired of your constant bitching, and decided to go on and handle it. But this gold is staying right fucking here. You’re dealing with the former SCW Champion and the former SCW World Heavyweight Champion. We earned our place and our clout. And at the end of TLC, we’re going to earn your respect, because you will either bow before us voluntarily, or we will be you to an inch of your life and force you to KNEEL BEFORE DEA!

The scene faded.

My Mission

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Scene opens with a pan of a hangar that has been converted into an indoor obstacle course. On the far wall, a timer was running, and read 5:22. The camera showed the two or three dozen sets of objects before panning upward. A woman was in the rafters of the hangar, doing chin ups. After finishing a set, the woman let go, and plummeted. Turning in midair into a dive that would make olympic divers proud, the redhead broke the surface of the pool, sending a plume of water into the air. After a few seconds, she surfaced and breaststroke toward the edge of the pool. Climbing out, the woman grabbed towel, wrapping it about herself. A moment later, Jessica Tendonin was standing in front of the camera.

Jessica Tendonin: Larissa, I want to say congratulations, but to be honest…you haven’t done anything warranting praise. Sure, you took down Fury, but let’s be honest…Fury doesn’t seem to be what she once was. When I defeated her a few years ago, it was easily a match to remember. If we went at it today, I wonder if both of us could battle at that level. Then, she got taken to task and defeated by Paige Lewis.

You know, I’ll be the first to admit it; Paige Lewis is where she is because she has earned it, and is that damn good. I’ve faced her myself, and I know what it is like to be in the ring with her. But even still, a veteran like Fury, falling to a rookie like Paige? You defeating Fury after that is…well, not as impressive as it should be, and make no mistake, it should be VERY impressive.

The Paraguayan dropped the towel and took a seat on a bench. Next to her was the SCW International Heavyweight Championship. She picked it up and examined it for a moment.

Jessica Tendonin: I’ve held this championship, the SCW International Heavyweight Championship, for over a year now. When I named this championship, I took it as a chance to help define a new era in SCW. We have a WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION…why not an International? Sure, in SCW, weight classes are meaningless, but it made sense. I named it in the style of the championship held by Paige Lewis because I knew the power of a name.

390 days and counting, Larissa. That is how long I’ve labored at my mission of raising this championship. During the course of that, I was given an opportunity of a lifetime. I was named challenger for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship. The Dragon versus the Black Princess. In what was arguably the most successful pay per view in SCW history, Paige Lewis and I did battle. I did one no man or woman had done before, and have done since. I defeated Paige Lewis. For 77 beautiful days, I was the SCW World Heavyweight Champion, and the SCW International Heavyweight Champion.

Alas, Paige Lewis, as I said, is where she is because she earned it. She got her rematch and took back the coveted prize. So, you are wrong, I am not the current world champion. Perhaps one day I’ll have the honor again, but for now, my mission is to elevate this international championship. And I can’t do that by letting you take it from me. You say I don’t give my opponents props, but you’ve literally done nothing of note. You won a one match, one match, that catapulted you to my doorstep.

Jessica set the championship down and stood up, grabbing a jump rope. After finding her stride, she continued speaking as the rope blurred in a circle around her.

Jessica Tendonin: Larissa, you’ve got heart. I can give you that. There once was a young lady, beautiful on the eyes, wide be her own, full of potential, but lacking in craft. She had heart, though, and eventually, someone took her under their wing, and trained her. I didn’t roll out of bed on my 18th birthday and become one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. I had to work for it. I had to work twice as hard as the men, because I’m a woman. I had to work thrice as hard because I’m latina. I had to work four times as hard because I was good looking.

But, I did it. I have achieved things in this business that might not even be possible anymore. The people in the beginning who looked down on my telling me no are the same people emailing me begging for an appearance at their local, failing business. I’m 35 years old, Larissa. I won’t live forever, and I certainly won’t be wrestling forever. But, I’ve got a hell of a lot of fight left in me, and I’m going to work my ass off to stay on top of my game.

What I won’t do, however, is belittle you the way I was when I was your age, and younger, just starting out. I’m not going to tell you that you’ll never be championship material, or that you won’t make it, or that you should pursue a career in the adult entertainment industry. I won’t tell you that wrestling isn’t for pretty girls. A few minutes ago, I said you’ve only won a single match. Well, here’s the thing. You don’t have to win them all. You only have to win the ones that matter. Pinning Fury mattered. Stepping in the ring with me and taking my championship matters.

She stopped jumping rope now and sat on the bench again, doing a few breathing exercises. After a moment, she began speaking again.

Jessica Tendonin: Larissa, my resume speaks for itself. We’ll facing off in a TLC match. I’ve been involved in some of the most talked about ladder matches in SCW history. I’ve never lost one here.I don’t plan on doing it now. My mission means a lot to me, and I will not falter before someone still finding their way in this industry. Tables, Ladders, and Chairs. I don’t care how many tables I have to put you through, or how many chairs I have to snap over your body. My goal is simple, and my path is clear. I must leave TLC as the International Champion. And I will. Your moment will not happen at TLC, Larissa.

The scene faded now as Jessica took a long swallow from a water bottle.

Beat Me

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“Firestorm” Johnathan Mills watches the arena where the XCW last show was. The audience had already left and the talent had begun to leave. Johnathan shifts his position with a grunt as he has been watching for the better part of an hour. His smart phone rings with a text from Jessica Tendonin to remind him that he should train for his upcoming title match against Emily Desmond.

Johnathan brings up the voice message recording to send a message back.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I’m not going to be able to make it in time to train. I am about to have a word with Gabriel Tuck about the location of my father. I’ll see you at the arena. Thanks for checking in on me.

Johnathan sends the message and watches as Gabriel Tuck walks out of the arena with beer in hand. He takes a long swig of the beer before casting it against the outside wall of the arena. He sits on the back of his motorcycle and is about to start it when he notices a pile of sugar on top of the gas tank. He brings out his cell phone and quickly dials it.

GABRIEL TUCK: Which one of you fucking clowns poured sugar on my bike? The gas tank locks, you nimrods! I’m heading back to camp once I clean this shit off.

Johnathan Mills stands up, taking off at full speed toward the motorcycle as Gabriel kickstarts it. Gabriel only has the time to look in Johnathan’s direction before being speared off of the bike.

Both men roll to their feet, Gabriel reaching for his heavy revolver that’s not in its holster. Johnathan strikes him with an elbow to the jaw.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Where’s my father?

Gabriel backsteps away from a second elbow strike, glancing for where his gun might be.

GABRIEL TUCK: I don’t know who the fuck you are to know where your daddy fucking is!

A quick backflip kick to the chest later, Johnathan picks the gun up off of the ground, and points it at Gabriel.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: My name is Johnathan Mills! My father is Thomas Mills or Troy Adkins.

Gabriel keeps his hands out so that Johnathan can see them while he keeps his eyes on the gun pointed at him.

GABRIEL TUCK: Johnathan Mills? You’re dead.

Johnathan points the gun over Gabriel’s shoulder and takes a shot that Gabriel ducks to avoid.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Do I look dead to you? Where is my father?

Gabriel sighs, slowly reaching into a pocket to bring out a pack of cigarettes. He takes one out and lights it, putting the rest back.

GABRIEL TUCK: Why would I let a dead man know where his father is? What’s in it for me?

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I let you live?



GABRIEL TUCK: Let’s go into the arena. They haven’t taken the ring down yet. Beat me in the ring and I’ll tell you where your father is. It’s wrestling sense.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I suppose that does make sense and would be good training for my own upcoming match.

GABRIEL TUCK: See? Good all around.

Johnathan motions toward the door with the gun.


Ten minutes later, Gabriel Tuck and Johnathan Mills are in the ring with a borrowed XCW referee.

Johnathan begins the match going for another elbow strike, but Gabriel sidesteps it and smashes Johnathan in the mouth with a right hand. He goes for another one and another, driving Johnathan back to the ropes.

Johnathan grabs the ropes, backflip kicking Gabriel in the jaw to stun him, and skins the cat to get back into the ring. Johnathan locks in a side headlock, going for a headlock driver, but Gabriel shoves him chest first into the ropes. He hits a quick back suplex on the rebound, bridging for the pinfall.






Thre-Johnathan kicks out!

Gabriel kneels up, going for another right hand, but Johnathan rolls out of the way so that Gabriel strikes the mat instead. Johnathan jumps to his feet, roundhouse kicking Gabriel in the head to send him flying backwards to the mat.

Johnathan hits a standing moonsault, hooking a leg for the pinfall.




Tw-Gabriel kicks out!

Johnathan rolls to his feet, watching as Gabriel stands up. Johnathan grabs Gabriel, whipping him into the ropes. He runs at the corner as Gabriel comes back, leaping into the corner, springboarding into a spear that takes Gabriel down! Johnathan goes for the quick pinfall.







Johnathan kneels up, patting Gabriel on the shoulder.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: You lost. Pay up.

Gabriel sits up with a growl.

GABRIEL TUCK: You got lucky.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: I know, but I still won. Where is my father?

GABRIEL TUCK: On the black ship of Armand von Krauss where he has been used as a bargaining chip. Once Armand knows that you are alive, you will be used as well.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Not if Armand doesn’t find out that I’m alive.

Gabriel looks at Johnathan for a moment and begins to laugh.

GABRIEL TUCK: You ain’t got it in you.

Johnathan sighs, knowing that Gabriel is right. He doesn’t want to be the super villain anymore. He drives his elbow into Gabriel’s temple, knocking him out.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: The black ship of Armand, but since I have a handy person. Yo, ref? You wanna record this for me?

Johnathan hands the XCW ref his cell phone so that he can record a video promo.

JOHNATHAN MILLS: Emily Desmond, you think that you’re going to be keeping that championship belt. You are not. I’m going to be taking that title off of you. I’m going to be going home as champion. I’m going to be going on to free my father.

Johnathan makes a cutting motion and gets his phone back from the ref. He posts the video and sighs. He has seen the black ship of Armand hanging in the sky like an omen of death. A great airship that shouldn’t even be in the sky, but it flies with the greatest of ease.

It’ll be crazy hard to break into a mobile fortress and break out with his father, but Johnathan has done worse.


An Autumn Night in Savannah-Part 2

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Off Camera


Alzy Hawkshaw gets out of his rental car, a black Mustang with plenty of horsepower, and he looks up at the house which belongs to none other than his sister Lynn Brewster. It had been a very long time since Alzy had been there, the last time being when he was in FTWO and she had been general manager of it. There had been some harsh words then, but it was Alzy’s fault as he let a knee injury nearly turn into an addiction problem. Lynn had been the one to keep him from going down that road. It was during that time that they realized that Alzy’s father……was actually Lynn’s father that they were siblings, and that discovery had strained their friendship. NowAlzy is back, this time being invited by Emily, who has just pulled up behind him. She gets out of the car and walks over to him, looking up to see if she can see what he does. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary Emily points her head towards the house.


Emily: Um you want to go in, or just sit here and admire the lawn?


Alzy: Yeah, I’m just…..last time I was here….


Emily: And that was what? 7 or 8 years ago? My mom doesn’t carry ordinary grudges that long. Plus she’s off in Africa doing another show. So it’s just Steve and William, plus Marie. Steve is willing to help us so come on.


Emily goes in the house and the soft lighting of the hallway is there. There is noise coming from the kitchen area and so Emily and Alzy head that way. They find William on a stool reaching across the island, flour all over his face and shirt, happily playing with the bread dough before him. His uncle Steve Brewster is watching the 4 year old boy and then sees Emily and Alzy.


Steve: Hey sorry. Didn’t hear you come in.


Emily: Its ok, not sure you could have heard us above him. Hey squirt.


Michael looks up at his oldest sister, flour on the end of his nose. Emily picks up a kitchen towel and wipes his face off, then gives him a kiss.


Michael: Can I have a hug too?


Emily smiles and takes off her black leather coat, handing it to Alzy and almost instantly gets a couple of arms wrapped around her. Emily looks down and gets Michael back on his stool.


Emily: This mean you’ve missed me?


Michael: Why don’t you visit more? It’s lonely here.


Emily: It can’t be that lonely, you have Marie.


Michael looks at Steve, then back at Emily as if he has a secret that he isn’t sure he can share with her. So instead Steve breaks the news to Emily.


Steve: Marie…….isn’t living here right now.


Emily feels like a knife just stabbed her in the heart.


Emily: Would you mind telling me where she is then.


Steve: She’s living out at the beach with Brian. Her and your mom had a pretty nasty fight about … Dad signed for Marie so that Marie could wrestle.


Emily: Oh I bet that went over great with Mom.


Steve: I think if it had been in a company your mom not just worked for, but was general manager of, she’d been more receptive. They got home from the last show and it broke out into world war three. I thought they would throw punches before it was done. I got them separated and Marie said unless your mom apologized she wasn’t staying in here. So when she was leaving I asked her where she was going and she was going to get a hotel room. I sent her to Brian. Now they’re out there and someone who isn’t as judgmental is keeping an eye on her. Making sure she goes to school, gets homework done, all that. Right now your sister is in…..


Emily: Africa. Yeah I heard. Hell I’ve already seen the video of her match on YouTube. She did pretty damn good for someone who lost. But there is talent there. I told her to wait and not be too anxious but apparently I talked to the wall. By the way what are we making?


Michael: Pizza!! Steve said I can have pepperoni and sausage and olives and…….


Emily: Is there anything you DON’T want?


Michael: No spicy peppers…..oh and no pineapple.


Emily: Don’t let mom here you say that. She loves pineapple on her pizza. Anyway…..can you help us?


Steve: Sure, figure out where and what while I clean up the dough monster here.


Michael: But my pizza!


Steve: I know. Here’s the spoon for the sauce and the toppings. Here….


Steve slides the crust Michael made onto a baking sheet.


Steve: Ok put on your toppings. When you’re done with that go wash up. Make sure you get your face and put on a clean shirt. As soon as I’m done with Emily and Alzy I’ll get it cooking.


Michael: You guys want one?


Steve: It’s up to you. We have plenty of dough.


Emily: Sure. I want….


Michael: Everything but sausage. Alzy?


Alzy: I’ll take everything and that includes sausage.


Michael grins at Alzy, and grabs a ball of dough to make a crust for Emily’s pizza.


Steve: We’ll be in the den when you get done and cleaned up.


Michael nods as he works on the dough. The other three go down to the den, and Emily turns on a couple lamps. Steve looks at them, but seems a bit concerned. Finally Alzy looks at Steve.


Alzy: What? You seem……I don’t know, I can’t nail it.


Steve: What’s pretty much how I feel and I don’t know why. Everything looks to be fine. Maybe it’s this whole thing with Marie and your mom.


Emily: Who are you fooling? It’s precisely that. Look I love mom, and I know she loves me but Marie has always been….a bit more her favorite than me, and I get it. Marie’s dad……


Emily looks at Alzy.


Emily: You ever meet Ron?


Alzy: Ron? As in Ron Caedes, known also as Karnij? Yep, ran into him a few times. Seems ok.


Steve: As long as you’re not on his bad side. Which Lynn was one of those areas you better be ready for a war if you cross her. I would bet money that if he knows that Marie is wrestling….there will be hell to pay if anyone hurts her. Anyway you two need to freshen up or anything while I get on the Pillsbury dough boy in there? I’ll be right back.


Emily looks at Alzy, who looks almost a different level of intensity.


Emily: Look, I KNOW we can do this. I’m just saying that those two brought up some things that I think we can use to our advantage this time out.


Alzy: I hope so Emily. I feel like I’ve let you down although the crack about me holding back…..good thing he’s facing you and not me.


Emily: Well let’s focus on DEA and then see what happens.


On Camera


The camera opens to show Alzy Hawkshaw and Emily Desmond sitting in the home of Emily’s mom, Lynn Brewster. Emily is sitting in an overstuffed chair, dressed in jeans and a light purple silk shirt that shimmers in the light, her dark hair loose. Alzy is also wearing jeans and is wearing a dark purple button down shirt, his hair back in a neat ponytail.


Emily: So here we are at TLC 2018 and we have a chance to capture something that has alluded us for some unknown reason, and that is the SCW Tag Team titles, held by DEA.


Alzy: You know I find it ironic that people say that we’re using the “Freebird rule” when we are nowhere near it. If you mean that Emily’s father Chris is considered part of our merry little band, that part is true.


Emily: However he does so as a manager, nothing else. He won’t get in the ring again unless directly provoked. But when it comes to the team don’t think “oh we might get Chris” because you won’t. You get the two of us, and we are tired of fighting against a system that when we want to use it, people whine and complain and refuse to listen to our requests for a shot at the title but happily employ iu when it makes their plans work.


Alzy: Case and point. DEA, the team of Kennedy and Lucius Tendonin. Amazing that you are defending the titles because everywhere it says that Brian Kennedy and REQUIEM are the champions. Please, I have no hate towards Requiem. Life reared its ugly head and he had to deal with his private life, and know that I have the greatest regards for what he did by stepping aside, and I hope for the very best outcome for his family.


Emily: But see a few years ago when it was these two guys that Lucius knows, the Ryders, held the titles and it took MONTHS for Feral Destruction to get a rematch because it wasn’t going to be Cam Davitt and Brian Brewster asking for the rematch, but instead of Brian it was Lynn, who had stepped aside because she was pregnant, that would be in the match. Management fought tooth and nail against letting Lynn in that match, but finally they caved and look what happened…Feral Destruction became champions.



Alzy: But we aren’t asking for such a thing. Yes the name of the group stayed the same, it stayed Hellfire, just the cast has changed slightly. I don’t know where people get off saying that we’re switching around the team depending on how it suits us. Well no, it’s that Chris wanted to retire from active wrestling, he wanted to manage which is something he’s very good at, and they asked me to join. Story ends there because I joined.


Emily: So I think we’ve cleared up the “original tag team partner”. See the team we faced of Jessica Tendonin and Johnathan Mills said that we claimed we were the only ones who could the rule. I’d love to know when we EVER said that, because we didn’t.


Alzy: And then people have decided on their own that I’m bitter because of my losses. I love knowing what I think, which could be further from the truth. Yes I lost to Paige Lewis, but it’s not like I’m the only one she has beaten. But I think even Paige would tell you that I put a great deal into that match, and if she ever offered me a rematch, I would take it.


Emily: And don’t forget that apparently I think you’re holding us back, holding me back.


Alzy: And again, another person saying they know what happened when I faced you.


Emily: Ah yes….that you held back and purposely lost the match. You know, as the person who was on the opposite end of that rainbow, for someone who supposedly held back, I was pretty stiff and sore the next morning from the match we had.


Alzy: That’s because I didn’t hold back. Hell I was nervous going into that match because I know your trainer, perhaps better than anyone besides Lynn, and I know you learned from him, and you’ve learned it well. I would hope though, just like I hope if I ever get a rematch with Paige, that you know I’m bringing all I can to the match, and I defiantly wouldn’t be held back.


Emily: You know, one thing I found extremely interesting, and you may thank Chris for planting the seed in my mind. How long has it been since the tag titles were defended? I mean, the layer of dust on them has to be incredible because you see Kennedy, no one nagged you, said you had to find a partner to defend them. Hell going back to what happen to Lynn and Cam, I could throw a bloody fit right here and now and cry and kick my feet and be a bitch about how it says the champions was Empire, and suddenly overnight, without any match to seal it, DEA is the champion. Well DEA never WON the championship. At least with Feral Destruction, you knew going in who all three members are. But no, Kennedy is allowed to pick a person at random and sign them up as your tag partner.


Alzy: That’s pretty damn ballsy of you. I know if we tried anything remotely similar you would whine and cry, and then do anything you could to make sure we don’t get that title shot. Saying things like we didn’t earn them or…’s my favorite, we didn’t lose them, a different team did. Yes I realize we haven’t been able to say that just yet, but think about it. At least when Lynn wanted back, and this was after returning after having a child, I know the fits that management threw. Finally you caved to quiet her, and she turned around and won the titles.


Emily: See Lynn was honestly and above board with her desire. Empire….DEA….whoever you are now, you are like “well we’re using this rule too”. Great, wonderful, but you can’t keep the team name the same and that is the largest act of cowardice in my eyes.


Alzy: So try and plant all the dissention that you want, say that one of us is holding back from the other, whatever makes sense in those little pea sized brains you guys have. Oh and by the way I hope you stop and think Kennedy, you have a chance to take on and defeat Paige. A rested, in shape Brian Kennedy maybe…..MAYBE would have a chance to beat Paige, but facing her after your match with us? Do you give your all to our match, and then not have much left for your match with Paige, or…..


Emily: Do you hold back, and cost yourself one, if not both titles.


Alzy: We know where we stand. In fact Emily is in a very similar predicament as you Kennedy.


Emily: And I’m bringing all I have plus some for my matches. So see boys we have things under control, running as smooth as can be.


Alzy: While you two haven’t had a match as partners for so long……


Emily: The dust on my shelves is getting pretty thick.


Alzy: You know there is one thing though…..I wonder…..


Emily looks up at him, wondering what is on his mind.


Alzy: If Lynn came back and teamed with you, could the tag titles go from being held by Hellfire to Feral Destruction without any match?


Emily: I highly doubt that. We would probably have to vacate the title, then there be a tournament where Lynn and I would have to beat all the other tag teams and THEN we could say the name of the team is Feral Destruction. Too bad others don’t have to follow the same protocol.


Alzy: Protocol or not, we are the team that wants to be the SCW Tag Team champions.


Emily: We’re the team that should be the tag team champions.


Alzy: And at TLC we will be the team….that are the champions.


Camera fades to black.

An Autumn Night in Savannah-Part 1

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The camera opens on the square in downtown Savannah, Georgia, the city where Emily’s mom resides. She’s sitting on a bench by the fountain that is going. Fall has finally arrived in Savannah as the trees were changing colors, the end of another summer behind them. Emily looks a bit concerned, but a bit pissed about something. If it’s something in her personal life we’ll never know exactly because she’s very focused on her match against Mills.


Emily: Johnathan Mills. I expected something, anything, from you telling me how it was time for my reign to end, maybe something saying I was lucky to get this far, and who knows what else but instead I get more noise from the static on my television set than I am hearing from you. See Johnathan I could sit here and cry about our last meeting, about how you and Jessica beat Alzy and me but there are two factors right there that made the outcome of the match to not have much to do with the one we have before us. I’ll address my other opponents here after while but for now I want to talk to one person and that’s Johnathan.


I’ve noticed something and that is you seem to think you can just waltz in here, somehow get a shot at the Alternative title and that’s it. But you have no idea who you’re facing because if you are basing our match on the only other time we’ve faced each other…..Mills you have no idea who you are really facing.


Emily straightens up, putting her upper arm strength in her palms that are pressed into the bench.


See I must admit, and admit to my partner, that my focus was a bit off, that I was allowing some personal situations to be in control of my mind and instead of you, I was thinking about that. Allowing Alzy to take more of the heat than I probably should of. But then it was a tag match, and well this time around….it’s simple. It’s you and me.


When I knew I was getting you for an opponent I seriously thought about what type of match I would want. It’s one of the perks of the title, you can name anything you want. Oh management doesn’t always go along with it, so we won’t have say…..a Pit of Decimation, a scaffold match over a tank full of sharks, you know….REALLY dangerous stuff. So I do have to keep it a smidge on the safe side but that doesn’t mean I can’t pull some good ones out of my bag. Chairs and Chains? Did you see that Mills? I almost thought of doing that one again but it was a bit too tame. Seeing I’ve had this title since June of 2017 and I’ve defeated some of the best this company has. I beat Priest not once, but twice. First time was HIS choice, as he was the champion, and he chose an I Quit match. Yep I made big, bad, scary Priest yell I quit, two words that sounded like angels singing because I became the Alternative champion at the age of 19 years old. An admirable feat for someone so young, and many thought though that my youth would be my downfall. But I think that I’ve proven that age is just a number because look at the very next show when I defeated Priest yet again, this time in my choosing of a street fight, which means he had a lot to work with and use to defeat me, but he failed.


I took on a man who….well I’ll be facing at TLC, that man is Brian Kennedy. You know, former SCW World champion, a man who….well I could get into a lot of things about the tag titles, but that’s for later this evening. But I faced himself myself, one on one, in a ladder match and the outcome? Yep I stayed champion. Hell at Survival 2017 I took on not one, but two competitors in a Falls Count Anywhere match, again a match that brings a lot of things into it, but Tuck and Corso couldn’t stop me.


Emily sits more squarely on the bench and dusts her hands off for a second.


I even took on family, took on….my tag partner. Trust me, not the easiest thing in the world, to look across the ring and see a man who you also see at family dinners. I faced someone who has the history I do when it comes to family, but as I said that didn’t stand in the way. I defeated even him.


And that brings me to the next one on the list, and that’s you Mills. Last time, as I’ve said earlier, there were factors that were….well I think we can both agree factors beyond our control. Oh please know I’m not taking anything from Jessica, she’s a fine wrestler, as is Alzy, but their actions, and their moves were theirs and not ours. So I don’t feel the match was a true representation of who I am, of what I can do. But looking back I noticed something. You referred to yourself in the third person. Interesting concept but I can’t go around saying “Emily did this” without sounding like some savant who can tell you what day of the week September 29, 1013 was. I do remember how you talked about how my partner was holding me back. I don’t see how except that I haven’t been given something I would love to have, and that’s a shot at the World title. But I’m a very patient person, and I’ll wait my turn. Eventually Mr. Walker will look around and realize that hey, look who has stood the test of time and not run off to try my hand at another fed. I’ve been tempted but I’m loyal to SCW, which honestly Mills is perhaps more than I can say of you. I mean you came into SCW and I’ve looked, I’ve researched, went through old shows and ……Mills do you really think because you beat them on your own that makes you hot shit? Vero Rodriguez? Where is she now? She’s become a ghost as has Jacina, not that Jacina was ever that good, sort of just kept around so she wasn’t homeless.


Emily stands up and starts to walk around the fountain, as dusk has come and night is falling, the lights have come on, illuminating the sparkling water, the splashes seeming to be loud. Emily has on a long, black coat and she sticks her hands in the pocket as she walks around, thinking before she stops and shares her thoughts.


Brian Kennedy? He …..I get to face him the same night as I face you, but one on one I’ve faced him as well, I beat him and I know you beat him as well. Paige has beaten him a couple times, and yet she’s giving him one more chance. So seriously looking at your SCW wins and losses, yes you’ve won, you’re basically undefeated, but it’s the list of who you’ve been against that makes a person stop and wonder. I look at those records and I laugh, mainly because I’ve either beaten or could beat any of those very people.


Emily stops and looks at the fountain, the light playing off the water, as she thinks.


You know Mills you once told me to be careful because I’m on Paige’s radar. While I appreciate the concern I would think you’d be more focused on what’s about to happen over what is in my future. Because I’m keeping what I know of my future in the back corners of my mind, and keeping what is the most important, here and now, and that is beating you Mills. I remember what you said, which was that you wished I had saved the submissions match for you. If that is supposed to scare me, keep trying. I was trained by a man who is KNOWN for his extreme talent in submissions. I know how to do a great many of them and honestly I feel confident I could beat you with a submissions move.


Emily appears deep in thought for a moment.


When you last spoke up, it was 460 days as the Alternative champion. As of this moment, here and now, its 480 days, days that I wake up wondering what’s next, or who’s next. Who will they put in the ring to see if I can be defeated and this coming weekend it was just be shy of 490 days……nearly 500 days. That’s impressive not just here, not just in the old SCW, but even back in the days of HVW and FTWO. In fact the person who taught me held his title for 3 ½ YEARS, taking on everyone that came along, and taking them down one by one. So I’m learning quite a bit about being a champion with staying power, something that not just anyone can say they’ve done. I want to be that person, that wrestler that management can count on,, know that I’m reliable, and know when they say I’m appearing at this show or that, in whatever city in the world, that I’m there for them, and for the fans. As for you Mills I’ll add your name to my list and I have a feeling that because you lost to me, you’ll just fade into the background, be one of those “remember when……” and then it will be painful because people will try to remember you, and they will fail.


So Johnathan Mills I hope you’re ready to be added to the list of “well he tried” because I’m ready to take you on, take you into a cage with weapons around, and use them to beat some sense into you. Sense that you seem to not have an ounce of. This will be fun, and I will get the job done, and I will….quite simply….


Remain the Alternative champion.


Emily walks off towards the street, light reflecting off her black coat as she gets further away near the street.

Heroes and Pestilance

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Standing in a dimly lit room, Priest is seen with his down. Dressed in his signature black attire, Priest keeps his head down he begins to speak.


As a child, I wanted nothing more than to be powerful like the heroes I saw on my television. I would sit for hours studying their every move. Their every gesture. The way they handled themselves. I studied everything. I worked for years and it never came to where I wanted it to be.

Shaking head in disgust, Priest continues.


Oh I did my best to emulate them but what it came to was that I needed to be my own person. I needed to create my own persona. So I did that and guess what? I have a career full of accomplishments and quite frankly, no one can take that away from me.

Lifting his head up, Priest’s eyes begin to widen as he continues.


Rich, I heard what you had to say and I must say you amuse me. You amuse me because you act like you’ve done something good with your career. The fact is, you were always a slacker and you won that North American on a fluke. Yeah I know you beat Jessie Osuwu for it, but looking at some footage, you never broke a sweat. It looked like a god damn sparring session than a championship match. You? A champion? Give me a fucking break.

Taking a cigarette from a nearby table, Priest lights it up a takes a long drag. Blowing out a smoke ring, he let’s out a sigh before continuing.


Rich, when the SOD formed, it was supposed to be a group of people getting their voices heard.  I was loyal to the group because it stood for something.  You were supposed to be the crown jewel of the group but what happened?  You failed miserably.  I brought your asses to the very top but you couldn’t stay there because of your greed.  So tell me.  What happened?  You guys became a laughing stock of every federation we were in because who was the one guy that the fans wanted to see.  It was me.  They wanted to see me because I had all the tools to be a superstar.  You?  You were just a pawn waiting to be exposed and I hate to break it to you but I got sick of carrying your asses for so many years.  You mother fuckers were the reason I was always held back and you tried to take to the spotlight from me every chance you got.  Did you succeed?  Hell no you didn’t because I’m still standing here.

Taking another drag, Priest continues.


Mr.  Walker wanted me to return because he knew I could put an to your bullshit and not it has finally come.  You say you’re a fighting champion?  I say you’re a chump.  You were never destined for anything but failure and when we meet  at TLC, I’m going to expose you as the farce that you truly are.  You’ve never been tested fully, Rich.  But I’m going to do that.  I’m going to take you places you’ve never been.  I’m going to show you brutality like you’ve never seen before.  When it’s over, I will be standing over your fallen carcuss as the next SCW North American Champion.  So bring everything you have son.  Because the only thing you’ll be tasting is a table courtesy of yours truly.  See you in hell, boy.

Laughing Priest turns out the light as the scene fades to black.

Larissa RP #2

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Scene 1:

Larissa could be seen, as usual, sporting everything in red, from her glasses, down to her red miniskirt and red shoes. She sported a red and gold Chinese flag top, as she was after all, Chinese and just wanted to recognize her upbringing in Shanghai. As she spoke, her red hair was flipped back. She also had a pair of red Nike’s on with gold streaks on the sides of the shoe.

Larissa: Jessica Tendonin. While you have had an excellent career, the fact is that someone needs to come in and take your ego down a peg. You brag all the time about beating people. And while you’ve beaten some of the best, and are the current world champion, you’ve never defeated me. And you won’t. The fact is that you haven’t an idea what to expect from me, and honestly, that’s how it should be.

She was standing on what used to be the Rolling Acres mall in Ohio. Why? Because she had an interest in abandoned malls and was standing on it’s inside, right where the fountain used to be. As she walks towards one of the old store structures, she speaks.

Larissa: The fact is that you constantly crow about achievements instead of giving the opponent props. Like with me, how I won this shot last show, you’ll probably overlook it and tell me I don’t deserve this shot as I’ve done nothing to deserve it. Well, Mr. Walker must think otherwise, as he has granted me this shot based on a win gained on the last show.

She would then walk the mall, taking in what it looked like now, and what she had seen in videos. She wanted to do her promo here for a change of pace instead of in her second home in Garfield Heights, which she had moved to recently, to Americanize herself. But the fact was that Shanghai was going downhill and she needed to get away for good. But anyway, the mall looked like something out of  “The Last of Us”. The floors had been ripped out, exposing concrete, and the ceiling which was once glass, had bullet holes in it, from the teen gangs that had previously been here years ago. The mall had been abandoned in 2008 and since then had not been used for anything since then and she thought it would be a good place to promo, as she was new to the area and wanted to explore the area she was now living in.

Larissa: See, unlike you, I’m a very humble person. I don’t like to brag about achievements but instead build on them. And this match will be my way of doing that. You see, while  yes, I am a huge underdog in this match, it’s where I love being. I feel I do my best work when my back is against the wall. But the thing is, this is a huge challenge for me. I look forward to the challenge and I wish you luck, Jessica.

She would then walk down the mall’s main hall and see another former store, that looked like it could have been a former video store in the mall. She looks up at the former sign, and reads it as “Sam Goody.” She was still new to America and wasn’t really that knowledgeable about them. But somehow, she wanted to use some of her money to buy the property and revive this mall. But she wasn’t sure it was worth it.

Larissa: But the other side of this is that I love a good challenge. I welcome your best shot. But it will not be enough as I plan to walk out as the new Champion and then well, I’ll win the title then go from there. I am not overlooking you Jessica. I know how great you are. Believe me, we all know and we’re honestly tired of hearing it. People have tried to take you down a peg, and I’m going to be the one to actually achieve it. So be ready. Because you have met your match, come TLC. Mark my words.

This was because of the mall’s past.Formally, it had been the home of a fistfight in 1991, and 20 years later, both a death and a murder in 2012, and a suicide, in 2016 occured as well as some shady ownership once the mall was closed, speifically Premier Ventures, which she didn’t know enough about to say anything about it. The scene then fades away.

Scene 2: Buying Rolling Acres Mall

Larissa was now in a meeting with the city of Akron, offering to buy the former Rolling Acres Mall, in an attempt to modernize and revive the mall. The mayor was there, representing the city, speaking to Larissa about her venture. Let’s listen in.


Mayor Quimby: Ms. Kim, thank you for coming. We are excited that you are wanting to buy the mall and land around it. But it’s been sitting there for near ten years, empty. It will be ten years on Halloween. So what made you interested in purchasing the property from us?

Larissa sported a red suit, as red was her favorite color, along with her trademark red glasses and lipstick in red, as well as red heels. As she flips her hair back, she smiles, offering a handshake, which the mayor would accept. She then sits, as does the mayor, as they continued to speak.

Larissa: Call me Larissa. Anyway, I just moved here from China, and after doing my research, I believe this mall could do well with some upgrades and new stores. I believe that once this mall is renovated, and has an owner that knows what she’s doing, as let’s face it. Premier Ventures isn’t doing anything for this mall. I can do better and have the money to privately finance the mall. I’d like to do that.

Mayor Quimby would then smile back at her. He realized how cute and smart she was, but he was already married so he ignored those feelings. As he thought of what to say, he would then stroke his chin, then speak.

Mayor Quimby: Well, first off, welcome to America, and to Cleveland. I definently agree with Premier Ventures needing to be ousted and I’m willing to sell you the deed to the mall. But before I make it official, I’d like to hear what changes you plan to make to the mall. Proceed.

Mayor Quimby’s office was a fine one. The walls were encased in great masonry style tiles, along with a cherry oak desk and a hardwood floor. He had pictures of his family and friends, as well as pictures of other places he had owned in the past, being a former businessman.

Larissa: First off, this mall needs a huge remodel. It looks horrid right now. We need to fix the skylights and get a viable power source. I think new escalators could be a benefit. Before we do that though, we also need to consider what type of flooring to use. I say we keep the concrete. I’ve seen other shops do that and it’s easier to keep clean. We wouldn’t need to rip out anything if we end up using concrete. As for new stores, I do want to see another Target in the mall, possibly in it’s old anchor position. With Penney’s gone for good, there’s no getting them back. We could attempt to get FYE or some sort of similar shop. I will handle the merchandise part of this. As for renovations, a lot needs to be done. I’ll get going on that as soon as I get the deed. We can even keep the Rolling Acres name if possible, which I’m sure it is.

Larissa then takes a breath as she looks down at her attire. She then looks back up as the mayor was thinking of what to say. As he speaks, she wonders what he will say, as she slips up her glasses and pushes her red hair back. She loved the fact that she could have her first business soon enough, and possibly wanted to have her own store in the mall, but hadn’t thought of what yet. But that would come soon enough.

Mayor Quimby: It is nice to see a buyer has plans for the mall. Premier sure didn’t. But I am onboard with your plans, Ms. Kim, and would like to sell you the deed. Since the mall isn’t in good shape, how is say…75,000?

Larissa would then shake his hand, signaling that a deal had been made. She felt that with the condition the mall was in right now, that this price would be a good one to pay and she wanted to make sure it did not fall through as she felt this mall deserved a second chance at life and this was the start of that second chance. She hoped it would be as successful as it had been previously.

Larissa: That is acceptable. I will need your routing number, as I will move the money to your account. I will be taking that deed now. By the way, store wise, with me as owner, I would love to see some local businesses move in. Over in the food court, how bout some legit restaurants, like Chili’s or Wendy’s?

Mayor Quimby would smile at this. He thought that Larissa’s ideas were great but needed fleshing out, but first needed to focus on renovations. But at least she was very ambitious and had a lot of great ideas for the new version of Rolling Acres mall and he felt that she was the right person for the job of mall owner.

Mayor: We will talk about stores in our meeting once the mall is renovated. We are going to be doing that all month long. So I will see you next week, Larissa, when we will hire the contractors to do the renovations. It should be ready to open by Halloween of this year at the least. Congrats and good luck as the owner of the mall.

He stated, shaking her hand. She would then look over the mall as he walked off, handing her the keys to the mall and all the stores. She could now do as she pleased with Rolling Acres Mall as she owned it. But she had to think of what to bring in to revive the mall. The scene then fades off.


So now, Larissa had herself an old mall. She would now head home and begin contacting retailers. She did not have anyone yet, but would soon, if she had her way. But this mall would soon flourish again, as it did in the 80s and 90s. But that would take some time. The scene then fades away.

Rich’s Response

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Scene 1: Rich’s Response

Rich could be seen, standing in his game room. But for once, he wasn’t playing anything. Instead, he was live streaming his promo on Youtube and Twitch. As he speaks, he smirks a bit.


Rich Anderson: Priest. For the past few years, you’ve been a thorn in SOD’s side. And honestly, it feels like anytime you lose you bitch about screwjobs and leave the fed. Me on the other hand? I’ve busted my ass to get out of my wife’s shadow, and I feel I’ve done that with this title. The one place my wife never won a title, I now have. What have you done since your return?

He would then get even more fired up. He was wearing a Hartford Whalers throwback jersey along with a pair of camo shorts and his Chuck Taylors. But since he wasn’t in the ring, he sported a pair of black glasses as well. He stood in a room holding what seemed like every game and console ever, but really, he only had eight consoles, ranging from the Magnavox Odyssey 2, and six games, that he had owned, well this particular one, for two years, which he found at Retropalooza Houston two years ago, but his first one had been given to him by his parents, but sadly was sold off in the 90s by his dad.

He also held near every Sega console, minus the Dreamcast and Game Gear, near every Nintendo console, minus the Gamecube, Wii and Wii U, but he was not interested in the latter two, as to him, they did not fit his retro collection, nor his modern side. He also owned near every Sony console, only missing the PS1, and near every Xbox, only missing the original, and not caring about the S or the One X, as to him, they weren’t new consoles, only upgrades of the Xbox One. As he speaks, he sighs, then smirks a bit.


Rich: That’s right you attacked me from behind. But you know what? It doesn’t bother me. The reason is, you only attacked from behind because you know you can’t beat me face to face. And decorated champion or not, that’s not a wrestler. That’s a damned coward. But the fact is that you attacked me not only because you’re scared, but you’re jealous. You see, I have something you don’t. A title. And you’re jealous of me for that. But thats fine, because you won’t be taking it from me.


Rich Anderson: Priest, the fact is that all you did by jumping me, was get me even more angry. You see, when I won this title, hell before I won, I promised that you’d have to kill me to get me to drop this title. And you know what? I dare you, no I IMPLORE you to try. Because all that’s going to happen is you’ll lose, call screwjob and leave. But let me tell you that there are no screwjobs. When you lose, it’s because I outwrestled you. And let’s face it. You’re breaking down physically, Priest. You’re too old to be doing in ring work. But you know what, I can help you with that?

He then walks over towards his Sega shelf, noting that he had near every game, but missing just three, notably the superior version of Action 52, and two Sonic games. As he looks up at his complete Atari collection, even to the point of owning all the Atari based PC’s, he smiles, as it made him happy to see how far his collection had come since starting it with the NES, back in 2014. Now in 2018, he had most all the common consoles, and wanted a 3D0. But he also had both versions of the “Classic” console, aka the NES and SNES classic, with the entire rom collection, split between consoles, for each one, that is to say, NES only for the NES classic, and SNES only for the SNES mini. He then continues on.


Rich: Priest, I’m going to put you out of your misery. I’m going to do to you what they did to Old Yeller at the end of the movie. The fact is that your career has gone on far too long and I am about to end it. The fact is that after how many feds you’ve left, you’ve ruined your former reputation and the fact is someone needs to end your career, and I’ll be the one. For anyone you’ve annoyed with constant bitching, I’m going to end your career. This match will be your last and you will live to regret ever coming into contact with me.

Moments later, he was at his favorite shelf, which was his SNES shelf. He owned every game, including the uber expensive ones, like Hagane, which had only been previously available at Blockbuster, as well as Knights of the Round, a Capcom beat em up that was super hard to find. He found it at a flea market in San Antonio, a few years ago, while visiting his friend and student, Erin Stone. She had pointed him to said market, and he found several of his consoles there.


Rich: As for change? Of course I have. I have evolved into a fighting champion. Someone who will never leave a fed, unlike you. You see, Priest, you have ruined your own career by evolving into a 40 plus year old whiny little bitch and I’m going to make sure it ends. But the question is how? And that is your choice. Do you want me to rip your vocal chords out and show them to you, so you can never complain again? If I do that, I’m also going to strangle you with them.  Let’s just say you won’t walk out of the ring under your own power. But you know what? The fact is that not only will you not walk out, you won’t walk out champion. But right now, I got better things to do than talk about a whiny brat, so I’m gonna cut it off here.

The scene then faded away, as Rich had taken down a console to be played. He couldn’t wait to try out everything he had gotten at Retropalooza this year but he thought they’d work, but wanted to make sure, as only once had he ever bought something at Retropalooza that didn’t work, though he fixed it himself, and that being his Commodore 64, which was now complete. The scene then fades.


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The scene opens in a dimly lit room.  A single light bulb gives lit while a black folding chair is facing the opposite direction.  Heavy breathing is heard as apparantly there is someone sitting in the chair.  Swinging the chair around, the person reveals himself as the returning Priest.  Dressed in his signature black attire, Priest has his  head down as begins to speak.


Dreams.  We all them man.  We’ve had them since we were children.  But tell me.  How many of us chase our dreams and how many us just daydream.  That’s an easy one.  All of us man.  Let’s face it.  It’s what fuels us to be better in life.  Without dreams, your purpose on this earth is somewhat bleak.  On the same token, it’s one thing to have a dream, but it’s one thing to live your dream and just ask yourself “what if” for so many years.

So I ask you all a question.

Which one are you?  Are you a daydreamer?  Or are you someone who lives their life to its fullest.  Well for me personally, living your life a quarter mile a day is so much worthwhile.  I say this because you can do whatever you want without repercussions.  That my friends is what you want.  No one wants to live from pay check to pay check and no likes living on a budget.  But sadly, it’s become a way of life for so many of us.  Good people.   Hard working people who want nothing more than to be recognized for their hard work.

Shaking his head, Priest continues.

It’s sad really.  But that’s the way fate made it.

Me?  I’m living my dream to its fullest.  I’m a decorated superstar and I have defeated the best this industry has to offer.  But you may  ask yourself, “Why did you come out of retirement after being gone so long?”    To begin with, I left because I got sick with what this industry has become.  Plus I needed some time to recharge.  I was just waiting for that opportunity to come back.  So there I was sitting at home and I get a call from the COO of SCW.  He asked me how would I like to face someone I’ve known for years.  So I raised an eyebrow, he told me who it was and I agreed to come back.

Rich Anderson.

I’ve known you for a long time and quite frankly you haven’t changed one bit.  You see, when I attacked you a few weeks ago, I knew it would drive you crazy not knowing who was your attacker.  I knew you would give in when the time was right.  The fact is, I played you son and like it or not, you have no one to blame but yourself.  Against a bum you could do well, but against, me?   Well, we both know what will happen, don’t we.

At TLC, you step into the devil’s playground.  A place where nothing but bloodshed can happen.  I’ve been in many wars in my career and I’ve shed more blood than I can remember.  But you know what?  It’s what I live for and after I drive you through a table and take the North American Championship, the fans of the SCW will finally have someone worthwhile to look up to.  The only thing I can say to you is, to make peace with whoever your maker is because when we face off, you go to hell.

Laughing sadisitically, Priest stands up and leaves the room.  As he leaves, his evil laughter can still be heard as the scene fades to black.

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