Kirsten Scott vs. Dexter Grant

[TheOne]

{PROMO}

I should be coming out here stating that the world witnessed a rebirth and a epiphany of my career.  I should be telling you that The Enigma, someone, who was a thorn in my side, someone trying to play mind games with me, and trying to ruin any semblance of a future for me, had succeeded.  I should be here lauding The Enigma for succeeding...

But I'm sorry, you fuckers, who has put me in a category of a flash in the pan, you don't get your victory lap...

Instead... You get to eat the crow of what you had assumed was the end of someone who, like I've had from the GET GO, was not your conventional, run of the mill, trained, professional wrestler!

Instead, you get to do something, that Jake Starr made many of you same fucks do in the past, and that is simply... EAT YOUR OWN SHIT!

Going into the "German Invasion" of SCW, you all saw me on a lull.  You all saw me talking a lot of shit against a lot of people, and those people being able to do something I couldn't do, which was best the opponent.  And I would say this... You're right!  You're right to believe that I was on the down slope of a budding career, and I had lost my way, but then came The Enigma, who wanted to be all creepy and such, and play the mind-games I PLAYED when I first came into this organization... And in turn, to quote the song that, while I don't agree one bit with the artist, the quote fits, why?

"'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass
It's the American way"

And I did just that!  I made sure The Enigma, on their grandest stage, their moment to show how cryptic, violent, talented, and not truly using themselves as a Jeff Dunham comical puppet, truly were, were in fact, facing someone that took that bullshit seriously.  Why?  Why?  Because Kirsten Scott did it herself!  She did it to the entire SCW community before she ever walked through the doors, and you just tried to carbon copy her, thinking it'd be some, "OOOHHHHHHH SPOOKY," bullshit that, in turn led to something a little more REALISTIC...

It led to your demise, ya fucker!

You see... Like I said, I have been there, done that, and have sold more t-shirts than you ABOUT it.  You are just a knock off trying to be scary and spooky, and I exposed you, just like I said I would.  I told everyone that this moment in Germany would be the rebirth of something I wanted to create, and you obliged like a sacrificial pawn, and not one you hoped to promote... And if you don't get that reference, I'm sad for you.  But nevertheless, that's who you were.  You were the equivalent of an Aztec human sacrifice sent to honor the Gods and restore order.  And thankfully you're just an "Enigma," because Lord knows we don't need many of those... But sadly, you were SCW's blessing to the God's they have offended by allowing some of the BULLSHIT to occur that they have signed off on.  They let you use me to get the story, and then threw you to the actual GOD to let you be ACTUALLY remembered.

So... you're welcome... You dickbag...

The entire promo, at this point, has been just Kirsten Scott.  From stage right and stage left, over each shoulder, each walk Jake Starr and Pro, staring into the camera with very intent goals.  Each put a hand on Kirsten's shoulders.  Kirsten slowly removes both hands from her right and left shoulder, giving a similar look, and continues.

No no... This isn't done yet...

Enigma... You think of yourself as some form of creepy, mysterious, mental, game changer, in this industry.  Well blunt force trauma, asshole, you're not.  You tried.  You tried playing the mental game with me and SCW DELIVERED you to me, not just at a PPV, but on a SILVER, FUCKING, PLATTER, that I didn't return to them just cleaned of any hors d'oeuvres platter they sent out for VIPs, but instead, as if someone had taken said platter to Compton, and done what needed to be done with someone the likes of you.  I made sure SCW management understood that if they wanted to use me as some form of "story" for you to be better, they were going to be returned with something they couldn't sell at Goodwill.

And guess who succeeded?

Not this mysterious being doing, half-assed, creepy, shit...

Instead... It would be someone who was designated as "The One!"

Now my question to you is simple... How do you translate that?  How do you grow up, like a human being?  How do you quit being a trope of a character, and instead, be TRUE to yourself?  Because right now, my answer is simple, you don't.  You are exposed.  You are revealed.  You are not an "Enigma," because the only "Enigma" was in the 1940s, and for those in the computer world, something they relish as an artifact of history.  You are just a name.  You are what I was, when I was just "The One."  I EARNED my name.  So it's time for you to shit your pants, realize you're not this "secretive" persona, and instead, just a dickwad in the shadows, without a vertebrae in your spine to be true to yourself, and admit you are weak... And if you can't... Go back to Germany, and remind yourself of what happens when you face of a bitch who you pissed off, TRYING to play mind games with, and failing with absolute MISERY!

Because Kirsten Scott is moving on... And she will make sure there are receipts...  Consider yourself the first person in MY SELF FUCKING CHECKOUT, you cuckold of a creep!

And with that... I move onto my future...

Jake and Pro both look at one another with a bit of surprise.  Kirsten's promos have never been so... "Direct..." And the two of them both take a small step back, realizing that Kirsten is on her game, and, she doesn't, exactly, "need" their support, when it comes to whatever she says going forward.

So we welcome Breakdown, as always, don't we?  We welcome the next "phase" of SCW, after a major pay-per view.  We welcome that moment where they begin to "set the stage," am I right?  Isn't this a business of a storytelling?  So we send me against the person who, single-handedly, did something in Germany, that nobody expected, and that's take the Adrenaline Championship away from Glory Braddock.  We see Dexter Grant.  We see another newcomer to the SCW landscape.  We see someone who is doing what I, yes, wished I had done in the small amount of time.  But what do we also see, we see a newbie, who may have just gotten lucky on foreign soil, and to that I say, GOOD ON YOU, you "Detoxer."  I say good on you as a cliche, as another TROPE, and as another person who is walking into my headlights with the reality that I don't play these stupid games like your nickname may give me inkling to do so because... I have a very, very, VERY, bad thing to tell you, that you probably won't like, nor take kindly to, and yes I expect you to have some mega retort to try and make you sound less weak as I am making you now...

I am not digital, you piece of fucking shit!  I am your fucking reality!  So "detox" all the digital Discord bullshit you want to fap over, but understand, Kirsten Scott is more real than anything Glory Braddock brought to you, and also more real than the shit you had when you actually were fapping behind the scenes realizing you actually won...

You see, I'm not Glory.  I'm nothing you've encountered.  I'm nothing you have WANTED to encounter.  And why?  Because it would make that little blurp on your hand even smaller because your ballsack would know it's about to be wrecked more so than any trans you've paid for before.

Jake and Pro's eyes widen, and Kirsten feels it.

What?  Hitting close to home, Jake?

Pro looks at Jake with a look of complete confusion.  Jake begins throwing his hands to the side, befuddled why Kirsten is throwing him under the bus.

The fact is, Dexter, you and I are on a collision course for Breakdown, and I could shit talk you until the ends of the Earth about your nickname, diss those behind me, or ridicule anything I want, and in the end, what would it matter?  You did something in Germany that should have been me, but instead I was faced with someone who threw me in a closet.  Could I have done what you did?  Yes, and you know this.  Is there a reason the title isn't on the line at Breakdown?  Again, yes, there is.  It's not personal against me, nor protecting you, but what it is, is MY moment to begin MY history in SCW...

See... Talking shit on you, ridiculing you, insulting you, all of that is easy.  I could do it in my sleep.  It's just like I did with The Enigma.  But you're different because YOU hold that Adrenaline Championship... And that title, I don't care who held it longer, was made IMPORTANT by a mentor of mine, and someone whose opinion I cherish.  So guess what... SCW management has put you in my crosshairs.  And I could bully you verbally day in, and day out, and you'd be the BITCH you will be to me, ultimately.  But what is verbal abuse when it isn't backed up with abuse in the ring?  What is abuse when you're not being a BITCH to me, inside the same ring you won the title, while I make you tap out?

You need to understand that title around your waist may mean more to me than you understand... And I know you're new here, but that belt belongs in a camp where it was made.  And you're not it.  In fact, being a newcomer, unfortunately, you're not even relevant in it.  Yes, you're the champion and WE commend you for that title reign, but unfortunately it will be ending... And if management decides you're the next person on my list of completely nonsensical competitors I have to blow through, guess what, in the words of those who preceded us, "SORRY FOR YO DAMN LUCK!"

I commend you on what you did, like I said... But what you're in for is a resurrection of something BIGGER than you have ever known in the lore of Supreme Championship Wrestling.  And unfortunately for you that lore doesn't lie in the world of the "Social Misfits," but instead of that who stands affront a new breed of "Misfits,"  which SCW, and this industry has never seen.  So I hope that victory felt good.  I hope you had a good day with some German broad ready to make your night feel special.  Because reality now sets in.  Reality now lets your know that you aren't just some newbie in an organization.  Reality is something I know well.  You're a champion now.  But you're also a champion who faces the brunt of the ONE MAN and his new protege, who REVOLUTIONIZED that championship.

But instead of it being the "rebranding" of the past... You're facing the coalescing of the future.  Because the Social Misfits created the Adrenaline Championship, between the trio, but it's on me to begin the NEW BREED of what if the FUTURE of the title, with not the Social Misfits, but the GLOBAL version of "The Misfits," under a new banner!

Face it... You're facing truths in life you can't ignore... And one of them isn't the TRUTH that your Adreanline Championship will be in our possession sooner than later...

The truths I mean are Death... Taxes... AND ME, KIRSTEN SCOTT!

With those final words, Kirsten walks out of frame, leaving Pro and Jake standing there confused.  Neither know where this version of Kirsten came from, exactly, and the screen begins to fade to black with them obviously trying to rationalize what they heard, versus what they planned, and being unmiced and nobody knowing what they are saying.