Sal Darius vs. Kirsten Scott

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

Well safe to say that was fun, wasn't it?  Safe to say that "The One" was nearing a moment that nobody thought she would be able to achieve on her own, without some kind of help, some kind of shenanigans, or simply taking measures into her own hands, like she has always done, am I right?

I mean, let's be real... Nobody expected Kirsten Scott to even be a PLAYER for the United States Championship.  They expected her to fall by the wayside, like the mediocre person she is, right?

Well let's talk about what happened, shall we?  Let's talk about how Kirsten Scott was MOMENTS, MINUTES, a MINUTIA OF TIME, away from becoming a double champion, when something strange happened, that I have seen becoming a trend in Supreme Championship Wrestling, and especially with me.

Something stuck their nose into my business...

Now, I get the fact that I kind of did that on my own, when I first came into this organization.  But time after time, I have been someone who all of these randos have decided to use as a catalyst for their jumping off point, or a moment they could garner recognition.  And to that, I ask one question...

Why me?

What is it about "The One," that has made people constantly have to SCREW ME out of my chance to help DEFINE my career, just to insert themselves into the discussion of existence?  Why is it, every time I am THIS FUCKING CLOSE, to showing the world who I am, someone has to pull me away from my moment, and then make it all about THEM instead?  I don't get it, I really don't... I am not the top dog in SCW.  I am not the cream of the crop, nor do I express myself as such, but time after time you have these chodes decide that I am their entryway into relevance, and they screw me out of what is mine.

And Apocalypse wasn't any different, was it?

No... I was on the cusp of a moment of finally dethroning the Frosts from SCW glory, and moving myself into a more predominant position to continue my goal of helping SCW rid itself from the scars of the past, when this douchenozzle, old ass, washed up, meathead named Adam Brock, a guy who calls himself "Wolfsbane," if that's supposed to be impressive, injects himself into MY BUSINESS.  But again, why?  Why me?  What does this "veteran" of the business want with a rookie?  Why would someone who considers themselves so feared and revered in this business want to inject themselves into the world of lowly, ole, Kirsten Scott?

Kirsten smirks.

I'll tell you why... It's because I've become a THREAT and a MENACE to the "society" that this industry has become accustomed to.  Now, instead of the same few faces running SCW, who have now begun to run away because they stopped getting their way, are tapping other nobodies to come in and stop their eventual erasure from history.  It's because I have become someone who is synonymous with disturbing the peace, stirring the pot, and causing a lot of problems in the business they had all decided on how it would be.  But with the "usual suspects" all being butthurt beyond reason, they're calling in grizzly old guys to do their dirty work for them, and hoping that their "impressive" nicknames help them do what they couldn't...

Well guess what Br-r-r-r-r-r-r-rock... It isn't going to happen here.  You're not going to be the torch-bearer for the old guard, hoping to solidify themselves as still relevant in an industry that is FINALLY moving in a forward direction.  And the fact you caused me to lose my moment at Apocalypse will get you a date with destiny and it'll get you a moment where I make you, yes a rookie makes a veteran, more important than the veteran ever could on his own.

Because I am that good...

Because I am that important...

Because I am "THE ONE" who was brave enough to stir the pot, and ruffle a few feathers in the process...

Kirsten takes a hit off of her vape, and breathes in loudly through her nose, before blowing the smoke out and continuing.

But before I get to make you relevant again, and people actually remember whoever you claim to be, I have ACTUAL business to tend to...

And it's business I've already tended to once...

Sal Darius is crossing my path for a second time, and aiming to do what he failed to do once, but somehow is being rewarded with a second opportunity to achieve, and that's take the Television Championship from around my waist.  But my question is why, and how, did he get a second chance?  The first night I showed him where he was in the pecking order for this championship.  I showed him what it would take to get it from my hands, and yet, here we are again?  

So like I said... Why?  And how?

Part of me wonders if some people think it was a fluke.  Part of me wonders if people think I got lucky by beating him.  Hell part of me says they just want me to have fodder until a real contender appears, but I know better than that one.  SCW has made this title one that is difficult to obtain and hold because you basically get one try and then you're at the back of the line.  So I know they're not just giving me someone they think I can handle.  So then that leaves the question, was my win a fluke, or do they think I was lucky?

The answer is simple... No... And no... Sal lost, just like the rest of them, and he did so outright...

But nevertheless he's challenging for my championship and that must mean someone, somewhere, believes in him and his capabilities to put up a fight, and for that, it tells me he may not have brought his A game that night we crossed paths.  It tells me that maybe he has more to give and it tells me most of all... He thinks he is really deserving of this championship... Well him or someone who's taint he is tickling...

I say this all because unlike our first match, somehow, Sal, not only is getting a second title shot, he's getting it with some fun stipulations attached and that, right there, tells me that this element is where he thrives, it's where he can last, it's where he can succeed...

And it's all inside the "Underground..."

Now the "Underbelly" of SCW and I have a real love/hate relationship with one another because I was once clear about how it wasn't my "safe space," or a place I felt like I could be me at my best.  Instead it was a place where I couldn't perform at my highest level because it wasn't the mindset I would ever enter the ring in.  Now is it Sal's?   I don't know... Maybe... It has to be or else why would he already have skipped the line and gotten a match with stipulations that put me in an uncomfortable position?  Maybe it is his forte, unlike mine, and maybe that's where he has a chance to pose a threat to me, and the WORKHORSE CHAMPIONSHIP of Supreme Championship Wrestling, the Television Championship?

The truth is, I don't know.  I don't know if that's why or if it's his forte.  But in the end, it won't matter.  Whatever rules are put in place will not change the outcome because that outcome will be the same as it was the night wefought last... My hand raised.... Championship still around my waist!

And I don't care how much you may argue that my record, by abilities, and my talents in the world of the ABYSS or the SYNDICATE, whatever you want to call it, hell I don't care if you do your best impression of New Jack, and bring a shopping cart full of fodder, it won't matter.  A stop sign, a trash can, the cart itself, or hell, the kitchen, fucking, sink, won't make a difference to me, Sal, because I am not the same person I was the other times I ventured into the "Costa Nostra" of Supreme Championship Wrestling.  For fuck's sake... Why don't you, Sal, go call up Mustafa Saed and bring him with you, and really bring SCW to the world of the most EXTREME of EXTREME?

Because in the end, what it will do, is make me realize one thing, and one thing only...

The title will be on the line, this time... And it'll MAKE ME rise, or fall, whatever your mindset, to the occasion, and understand that I have to do whatever it takes to walk away with the championship that I have dedicated myself to defending, and PROVING I am the "top dog" of...

And having said that... I want you to understand one thing... One, very, specific, thing, about this match, and your caveat to it.  I am not scared of this fight.  I am not scared of weapons.  I am not scared to bleed.  I am not scared to FIGHT for what I have defined myself to be.  Because when it comes to the Television Championship, it is defining WHO is the WORKHORSE of Supreme Championship Wrestling.  It is defining who is willing to fight for it, WEEK AFTER WEEK, and not hide behind it for a period of time, before they're threatened with being stripped.  Because as a wise man once said, "IT DOESN'T MATTER," what is in front of me, because I am bring the wrath of God down on anyone who steps in front of me!

Kirsten takes a one more deep breath before finalizing her promo.

... Your "Underworld," is something I am more than ready for.  And if you want to bring other "toys" to the party, I dare you to do so, Sal.  Because I am ready for it too.  Hell... Why don't you bring that "Wolf" in sheep's clothing, to the ring to try and help your ass this time around because I promise you, he wouldn't even be able to save you from what is about to happen.

Because face it, Sal, you're getting a gift, getting a second chance at me this fact.  You're getting an opportunity that a lot of people would BEG for.  So you did something to get it.  You sucked some mighty good pee-pee to get it, I will definitely believe, but you will also soon realize that it was the biggest mistake that ever splattered across your face, and ended up on your little, blue, dress, you had to wear that night...

In the end, there will be, still, "ONLY ONE," truth, that Supreme Championship Wrestling can handle, and live with, and that's DEATH... Taxes... And your's truly, Kirsten Scott, as the Television Champion... Today... Tomorrow... AND UNTIL SHE IS READY TO LET IT GO!