Post by Melinda Rhodes on Apr 4, 2019 23:03:04 GMT -7
THE SAVANNAH CIVIC CENTER
Savannah, GA
April 4th 2019
Opens at 8:30pmPT/6:30pmEST
"Knights of Cydonia" hit's the house P/A as Galactic Enterprise's opening video plays. As the highlight reel rolls, the Savannah Civic Center crowd goes wild, chanting "GWW! GWW! GWW!" over and over! Various signs are held up in the crowd, saying things such as-
"WE MISSED YOU MOXIE!" "MARRY ME JAZ KARDOS!" "ZOEY IS MAGICALLY DELICIOUS!" "*A Picture of Ursula shooting a laser out of her mouth* IT'S BITCHZILLA! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" "RIVER'S FLOWING THROUGH YOU!" and lastly, "HALO IS MY HERO!"
"WE MISSED YOU MOXIE!" "MARRY ME JAZ KARDOS!" "ZOEY IS MAGICALLY DELICIOUS!" "*A Picture of Ursula shooting a laser out of her mouth* IT'S BITCHZILLA! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" "RIVER'S FLOWING THROUGH YOU!" and lastly, "HALO IS MY HERO!"
As the crowd goes insane, out steps JENNY BECK with her microphone in hand, dressed in her usual black leather attire, nodding her head to the beat and giving a three fingered salute to the fans as she makes her way to the ring.
Crowd: JENNY! JENNY! JENNY! JENNY!
Jenny Beck: SAAAAVVVAAANNNNAAAHHHHH, GEORGIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! IT'S TIME! IT'S TIME! IT'S GALACTIC TIME! WELCOME TO GWW'S EEEENNNTTTEERRRPPPPRRRRIIIIISSSSEEE!!!
The crowd gives a cheap pop at the mention of the town. Jenny slips into the ring with a big grin.
Jenny Beck: YOU KNOW THEM! I HAVE A LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM.... Love ya' Joe, fuck you Mike.
Spazz: Keep propositioning me, Jenny! You know you want up in the Spazztastic One's beeznaz! Nyaaah!
Koss: Welcome to GWW indeed! I am your hose, Joe Koss and as always at my side, whether he likes it or not, is Spazztastic Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Fuck yeah boy! The Enterprise Franchise player is at ringside with his feet up, kickin' back, and ready to watch him some motherfucking wrestling!
Koss: Tonight we see the return of Moxie Jillette, taking on Paula Shock, Jasmine Corinthe and Heather King taking on the team of Jazmine Kardos and Gabrielle, June Song vs La Silencia, Psycho Maguire defending her Hardcore championship against Lyra Donovan, Ursula Von Rossbach taking on Rose Deadly in a No.1 Contendership match for the GWW Cosmic Championship...
Spazz: Yo, shouldn't she get a rematch?
Koss: Normally, yes, but apparently the Rebel decided to test how much Ursula really wants another shot at Zoey Star after Battle Beyond the Stars.
Spazz: That postmatch Chokeslam was sick.
Koss: Sickening is more like it and it has lead to a great deal of controversy and a sort of natural animosity between the new and former champions.
Spazz: If Ursula Chokeslammed me and I was still alive, motherfucker I'd be happy to be alive!
Koss: You're not Zoey Star. Continuing forward we also have River Chance defending her Conquest Championship against Bianca Davis,
After Enterprise’s opening montage and the rundown from the announce team, the crowd lets out an excited murmur as the lights go down, one that turns into a massive array of cheers as “Theatre” by Icon For Hire starts up, heralding the arrival of the NEW Cosmic Champion! Most of the fans are on their feet as the spotlights converge on the stage, Zoey Madigan-Star walking out to the top of the ramp with the brightest of smiles on her face! In a deep purple jacket and skirt with a silver silk blouse and tall, heeled leather boots with just a hint of black silk between them and her hem, the newly-christened Cosmic Sorceress stops at the the top of the ramp and slowly undoes the buttons on her jacket, revealing the title around her waist!
Koss: THE CHAMP....IS....HHHEEEYYYAAAUUUUURRRRHHH!!
Spazz: Motherfucker, you sound constipated as fuck.
Koss: I'm trying to add gravitas and bombast.
Spazz: You're being lame like John Blade.
Unstrapping the title, Zoey holds it up high and soaks in the reaction for a moment before draping the belt over her shoulder and making her way down to the ring. As per usual, she meets the hands of as many fans as possible en route. Ascending the steps, she enters between the ropes and walks to the middle of the ring, again holding the belt up high with a winning smile. Producing a microphone out of thin air (because of course she does!), Zoey gestures for the music to be lowered down and brings up the stick…
...except the crowd isn’t ready to let her talk just yet!
“You de-serve it! You de-serve it!”
Koss: You hear that Champ? That's for you!
Spazz: Like she don't know this shit! Motherfucking Marks being redundant up in them cheap seats!
It takes Zoey a moment, but she gets the crowd calmed down, barely keeping herself from letting loose some tears.
Zoey Madigan-Star: That means a lot to hear you folks chant that. But there’s really no such thing as deserving something like this in wrestling. At least, that’s what I was taught. If you want gold, accolades, respect and all that, you have to fight for it. You have to EARN it. And make no mistake… Ursula Von Rossback made me earn it.
A closer look at the young champion shows that she still wears the marks from the war with the Terminator, visible even under expertly-applied makeup. Careful eyes also note that despite her chipper mood and manner, she is moving somewhat gingerly.
Koss: Zoey Star is looking a bit tender still from her encounter with Ursula. I hope she'll be good for her title defense later tonight against Halo.
Spazz: She'll cast a spell and Halo will go all mini-supernova with the Ref calling Zo-Zo the winner, yo!
ZMS: She also taught me a lesson, too. After the match, that is.
Some boos ring out from within the crowd but with a gesture Zoey calms them down.
ZMS: And after having a couple weeks to think about it? I believe I get it, though truly she said as much from the start.
Taking the title off her shoulder, Zoey gazes upon it… both fondly but also very intensely. It is an odd combination of sensations given off from the Magical Maiden but it is also fitting.
ZMS: She did not know what she had until it was no longer hers. This was her first championship and it took losing it for her to realize how much it meant to her. That was the crux of her reasoning for attacking me and demanding a rematch, in a cage no less, at Star Crash. And, just so the world knows it? I accept that challenge!
The crowd roars at this! Placing the belt back upon her shoulder, Zoey holds it with her free hand and gazes into the camera.
ZMS: I can forgive what happened at Battle Beyond the Stars, Ursula, mostly because I cannot say for sure that I would not react in a similar way were I to lose this belt. This is MY first singles championship, too. But it is not my first championship. And that is why I am confident of my ability to remain champion even after facing you surrounded by metal, trapped within the confines of this ring like a criminal… or a gladiator, perhaps. Because I’ve been in that position so many times before, the winner-take-all, everything-on-the-line situation where the slightest misstep can cost you a year’s worth of work and dedication.
She smiles a little.
ZMS: I’m not going to let you take this from me, Ursula. I’m not going to be afraid of you ever again and I refuse to back down like I did a few times before that war of ours. No tricks, no shenanigans and no smoke or mirrors; at Star Crash, you’re going to get the fight that you want so much. And when all is said and done and I’m still holding this belt up high? I hope that you will accept it like the professional I know you are.
Spazz: Calling out Bitchzilla!
Koss: Oh man, this could end one of two ways....
#HHHHHEEEAAARRRRR MMMMMEEEE NNNOOOOWWW!!!
The growly roar of Robb Flynn sounds over the house P/A as "Imperium" by Machine Head explodes at the 1:27 mark with thunderous and brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds assault the crowd's senses. This coincides with several columns of sparks exploding from beneath the corrugated steel as a tall and powerfully built woman with fierce, piercing eyes and a stone cold resting bitch face steps out onto the stage. Muscles rippled and flexed as she stood there for several seconds, her long blond hair cut neat and trim as it rests upon her shoulders. Her attire is all black leather, with a vest and tights, and boots decorated in chrome rivets, fingerless gloves studded at the knuckles, with heavy knee pads and kick padded boots completing her look. Everything about her screamed cold, calculating destruction personified.
She heads for the ring with a confident, unwavering stride. Climbing the ring steps, she walks the apron, those eyes never leaving that title on Zoey’s shoulder as she pushes down upon the top ropes. Ursula throws one leg over the top, then the other, and marches straight up to Zoey. With the gesture of her hand, an assistant outside throws her a microphone which she catches, then turns on and brings to her lips.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Mrs. Star.
ZMS: Miss Von Rossbach.
Ursula tilts her head forward, her poise and posture perfect. One could barely register that she was breathing at all, her calm and stillness akin to a statue or perhaps, a machine at rest?
UVR: In our last encounter, there was a great deal of confusion and controversy. You had bewitched the referee with your tricks and stunned the entire crowd as our match progressed. Shock and awe is the classic tactic used by many a brilliant General at war. However, it was allowed and you were able to take from me that which I unknowingly treasured most.
She cast sideways glances towards the crowd, then stepped forward even closer to Zoey Madigan-Star.
UVR: I’ve never held a single championship in my entire career. I was rarely if at all granted such opportunities, so when I finally had my chance to shine? I took it with every measure I had available to me. Yet even when I took my title, there was controversy then as well.
Turning away with her eyes leading her movements, she looks upon the crowd and proceeds to pace around Zoey. Wisely, the champion follows Ursula’s every deliberate, calculated movement.
UVR: Certainly, I defeated five others for that title, but it was not because I was better. Superior numbers have always robbed me of my glory but, that night the stars aligned in my favor as two sought to betray the others at every turn. A strategy was formed and I executed it while theirs fell apart all around me. So in essence I, too, tricked my way into that title.
There is a small crack, a hint of an emotion hidden beneath the veneer of her visage. Is it surrow? Pain? Her face is hard to read as she glances towards Zoey with sideways eyes.
UVR: I did not appreciate it. I questioned its place upon my shoulder everyday I held it. I-
She then turns and looks directly into Zoey’s eyes.
UVR: -had become complacent, not as a champion but as one who has lost her taste for the pursuit of gold. I had always wanted it, but never actively pursued it because I had been denied for so many years. There were no hardcore championships, no European titles, no tag team gold, nothing to my name but the bodies I have left in my wake for the last several years of my life and career. My resume of destruction was my championship and one I am far more proud of than any material possession.
Another crack, her lip twitches as her eyes travel from the champion’s to the gleaming belt she held.
UVR: That was until I lost what you now have.
A quiver in her lip? Moisture in her eye? A bare hint of humanity in the living machine?
UVR: Despite all of those souls I have taken upon my resume, the pain and suffering I have dealt to so many worthy competitors in my years, the pieces of my own soul I have given, and the utter destruction I have inflicted upon this world, I found myself wanting that title back in my possession.
She reaches out, Zoey barely able to restrain her flinch as Ursula places her hand on the belt, her finger tips trailing the ornately designed silver and platinum plate. She successfully fights back the urge to break down and weep, instead every feature of her body bristles and tenses.
UVR: Mrs. Star, you said you would never back down from me in fear again? I have never required your fear to defeat you and at Star Crash, inside a nightmare structure where there is no escape, tricks, or distractions, you will learn the true definition of your limitations as a competitor.
Ursula stands hunched forward, eye to eye, with Zoey now.
UVR: There will be no hesitation when you step in the ring with the vanguard of your destruction.
ZMS: No rest, no mercy, no matter what.
The champion never takes her eyes off Ursula, not for a moment. Not in spaces of silence or while listening to the tale laid out before her. For as intimidating as Ursula was and is, though, it is a different Zoey we are seeing as well. The brief retraction when Ursula touched the title a reminder of a time not long ago when that reach turned into suffering in short order. Now, though…
ZMS: I want you to understand what you are demanding here, Ursula, because there is no turning back once our names are on that contract. You want to be trapped with me inside an edifice of steel, a monument to violence, because either you think I will be limited there or because it offers you the best chance to regain this title… the reasoning does not matter, however.
Taking a moment to gaze upon the gold, Zoey shakes her head a little and turns a calm smile upon the challenger.
ZMS: What does matter, then? Only this.
Moving to walk past Ursula, Zoey stops as they are side by side, facing in opposite directions… and pausing, she brings up the microphone.
ZMS: I’m not trapped with you; you’re trapped with me. The moment you decided that magic was my only weapon, the greatest reason that I toppled you, was the moment you condemned your dreams of regaining this belt to remain just that: dreams. I want you to watch closely tonight, Ursula, and every night until Star Crash… every time that you see me in a Galactic ring, or a HYBRID ring, or a Foxy Boxing ring.... I want you locked in for the realization that magic is only one weapon in my arsenal.
“Theatre” starts to play again as Zoey leaves the ring without incident, walking up the ramp with the belt over her shoulder and not turning back once. Ursula, smirking to herself, turns to look over her shoulder at the magician as Zoey moves past the curtains, nodding to herself in pure satisfaction.
Koss: That was tense!
Spazz: I thought for sure Von Rossy was going to send a shooting Star through the canvas! Star Crash yo!
Koss: Let's move on to our first match of the night!
Crowd: JENNY! JENNY! JENNY! JENNY!
Jenny Beck: SAAAAVVVAAANNNNAAAHHHHH, GEORGIA, YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! IT'S TIME! IT'S TIME! IT'S GALACTIC TIME! WELCOME TO GWW'S EEEENNNTTTEERRRPPPPRRRRIIIIISSSSEEE!!!
The crowd gives a cheap pop at the mention of the town. Jenny slips into the ring with a big grin.
Jenny Beck: YOU KNOW THEM! I HAVE A LOVE/HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH THEM.... Love ya' Joe, fuck you Mike.
Spazz: Keep propositioning me, Jenny! You know you want up in the Spazztastic One's beeznaz! Nyaaah!
Koss: Welcome to GWW indeed! I am your hose, Joe Koss and as always at my side, whether he likes it or not, is Spazztastic Mike Spazz!
Spazz: Fuck yeah boy! The Enterprise Franchise player is at ringside with his feet up, kickin' back, and ready to watch him some motherfucking wrestling!
Koss: Tonight we see the return of Moxie Jillette, taking on Paula Shock, Jasmine Corinthe and Heather King taking on the team of Jazmine Kardos and Gabrielle, June Song vs La Silencia, Psycho Maguire defending her Hardcore championship against Lyra Donovan, Ursula Von Rossbach taking on Rose Deadly in a No.1 Contendership match for the GWW Cosmic Championship...
Spazz: Yo, shouldn't she get a rematch?
Koss: Normally, yes, but apparently the Rebel decided to test how much Ursula really wants another shot at Zoey Star after Battle Beyond the Stars.
Spazz: That postmatch Chokeslam was sick.
Koss: Sickening is more like it and it has lead to a great deal of controversy and a sort of natural animosity between the new and former champions.
Spazz: If Ursula Chokeslammed me and I was still alive, motherfucker I'd be happy to be alive!
Koss: You're not Zoey Star. Continuing forward we also have River Chance defending her Conquest Championship against Bianca Davis,
After Enterprise’s opening montage and the rundown from the announce team, the crowd lets out an excited murmur as the lights go down, one that turns into a massive array of cheers as “Theatre” by Icon For Hire starts up, heralding the arrival of the NEW Cosmic Champion! Most of the fans are on their feet as the spotlights converge on the stage, Zoey Madigan-Star walking out to the top of the ramp with the brightest of smiles on her face! In a deep purple jacket and skirt with a silver silk blouse and tall, heeled leather boots with just a hint of black silk between them and her hem, the newly-christened Cosmic Sorceress stops at the the top of the ramp and slowly undoes the buttons on her jacket, revealing the title around her waist!
Koss: THE CHAMP....IS....HHHEEEYYYAAAUUUUURRRRHHH!!
Spazz: Motherfucker, you sound constipated as fuck.
Koss: I'm trying to add gravitas and bombast.
Spazz: You're being lame like John Blade.
Unstrapping the title, Zoey holds it up high and soaks in the reaction for a moment before draping the belt over her shoulder and making her way down to the ring. As per usual, she meets the hands of as many fans as possible en route. Ascending the steps, she enters between the ropes and walks to the middle of the ring, again holding the belt up high with a winning smile. Producing a microphone out of thin air (because of course she does!), Zoey gestures for the music to be lowered down and brings up the stick…
...except the crowd isn’t ready to let her talk just yet!
“You de-serve it! You de-serve it!”
Koss: You hear that Champ? That's for you!
Spazz: Like she don't know this shit! Motherfucking Marks being redundant up in them cheap seats!
It takes Zoey a moment, but she gets the crowd calmed down, barely keeping herself from letting loose some tears.
Zoey Madigan-Star: That means a lot to hear you folks chant that. But there’s really no such thing as deserving something like this in wrestling. At least, that’s what I was taught. If you want gold, accolades, respect and all that, you have to fight for it. You have to EARN it. And make no mistake… Ursula Von Rossback made me earn it.
A closer look at the young champion shows that she still wears the marks from the war with the Terminator, visible even under expertly-applied makeup. Careful eyes also note that despite her chipper mood and manner, she is moving somewhat gingerly.
Koss: Zoey Star is looking a bit tender still from her encounter with Ursula. I hope she'll be good for her title defense later tonight against Halo.
Spazz: She'll cast a spell and Halo will go all mini-supernova with the Ref calling Zo-Zo the winner, yo!
ZMS: She also taught me a lesson, too. After the match, that is.
Some boos ring out from within the crowd but with a gesture Zoey calms them down.
ZMS: And after having a couple weeks to think about it? I believe I get it, though truly she said as much from the start.
Taking the title off her shoulder, Zoey gazes upon it… both fondly but also very intensely. It is an odd combination of sensations given off from the Magical Maiden but it is also fitting.
ZMS: She did not know what she had until it was no longer hers. This was her first championship and it took losing it for her to realize how much it meant to her. That was the crux of her reasoning for attacking me and demanding a rematch, in a cage no less, at Star Crash. And, just so the world knows it? I accept that challenge!
The crowd roars at this! Placing the belt back upon her shoulder, Zoey holds it with her free hand and gazes into the camera.
ZMS: I can forgive what happened at Battle Beyond the Stars, Ursula, mostly because I cannot say for sure that I would not react in a similar way were I to lose this belt. This is MY first singles championship, too. But it is not my first championship. And that is why I am confident of my ability to remain champion even after facing you surrounded by metal, trapped within the confines of this ring like a criminal… or a gladiator, perhaps. Because I’ve been in that position so many times before, the winner-take-all, everything-on-the-line situation where the slightest misstep can cost you a year’s worth of work and dedication.
She smiles a little.
ZMS: I’m not going to let you take this from me, Ursula. I’m not going to be afraid of you ever again and I refuse to back down like I did a few times before that war of ours. No tricks, no shenanigans and no smoke or mirrors; at Star Crash, you’re going to get the fight that you want so much. And when all is said and done and I’m still holding this belt up high? I hope that you will accept it like the professional I know you are.
Spazz: Calling out Bitchzilla!
Koss: Oh man, this could end one of two ways....
#HHHHHEEEAAARRRRR MMMMMEEEE NNNOOOOWWW!!!
The growly roar of Robb Flynn sounds over the house P/A as "Imperium" by Machine Head explodes at the 1:27 mark with thunderous and brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds assault the crowd's senses. This coincides with several columns of sparks exploding from beneath the corrugated steel as a tall and powerfully built woman with fierce, piercing eyes and a stone cold resting bitch face steps out onto the stage. Muscles rippled and flexed as she stood there for several seconds, her long blond hair cut neat and trim as it rests upon her shoulders. Her attire is all black leather, with a vest and tights, and boots decorated in chrome rivets, fingerless gloves studded at the knuckles, with heavy knee pads and kick padded boots completing her look. Everything about her screamed cold, calculating destruction personified.
She heads for the ring with a confident, unwavering stride. Climbing the ring steps, she walks the apron, those eyes never leaving that title on Zoey’s shoulder as she pushes down upon the top ropes. Ursula throws one leg over the top, then the other, and marches straight up to Zoey. With the gesture of her hand, an assistant outside throws her a microphone which she catches, then turns on and brings to her lips.
Ursula Von Rossbach: Mrs. Star.
ZMS: Miss Von Rossbach.
Ursula tilts her head forward, her poise and posture perfect. One could barely register that she was breathing at all, her calm and stillness akin to a statue or perhaps, a machine at rest?
UVR: In our last encounter, there was a great deal of confusion and controversy. You had bewitched the referee with your tricks and stunned the entire crowd as our match progressed. Shock and awe is the classic tactic used by many a brilliant General at war. However, it was allowed and you were able to take from me that which I unknowingly treasured most.
She cast sideways glances towards the crowd, then stepped forward even closer to Zoey Madigan-Star.
UVR: I’ve never held a single championship in my entire career. I was rarely if at all granted such opportunities, so when I finally had my chance to shine? I took it with every measure I had available to me. Yet even when I took my title, there was controversy then as well.
Turning away with her eyes leading her movements, she looks upon the crowd and proceeds to pace around Zoey. Wisely, the champion follows Ursula’s every deliberate, calculated movement.
UVR: Certainly, I defeated five others for that title, but it was not because I was better. Superior numbers have always robbed me of my glory but, that night the stars aligned in my favor as two sought to betray the others at every turn. A strategy was formed and I executed it while theirs fell apart all around me. So in essence I, too, tricked my way into that title.
There is a small crack, a hint of an emotion hidden beneath the veneer of her visage. Is it surrow? Pain? Her face is hard to read as she glances towards Zoey with sideways eyes.
UVR: I did not appreciate it. I questioned its place upon my shoulder everyday I held it. I-
She then turns and looks directly into Zoey’s eyes.
UVR: -had become complacent, not as a champion but as one who has lost her taste for the pursuit of gold. I had always wanted it, but never actively pursued it because I had been denied for so many years. There were no hardcore championships, no European titles, no tag team gold, nothing to my name but the bodies I have left in my wake for the last several years of my life and career. My resume of destruction was my championship and one I am far more proud of than any material possession.
Another crack, her lip twitches as her eyes travel from the champion’s to the gleaming belt she held.
UVR: That was until I lost what you now have.
A quiver in her lip? Moisture in her eye? A bare hint of humanity in the living machine?
UVR: Despite all of those souls I have taken upon my resume, the pain and suffering I have dealt to so many worthy competitors in my years, the pieces of my own soul I have given, and the utter destruction I have inflicted upon this world, I found myself wanting that title back in my possession.
She reaches out, Zoey barely able to restrain her flinch as Ursula places her hand on the belt, her finger tips trailing the ornately designed silver and platinum plate. She successfully fights back the urge to break down and weep, instead every feature of her body bristles and tenses.
UVR: Mrs. Star, you said you would never back down from me in fear again? I have never required your fear to defeat you and at Star Crash, inside a nightmare structure where there is no escape, tricks, or distractions, you will learn the true definition of your limitations as a competitor.
Ursula stands hunched forward, eye to eye, with Zoey now.
UVR: There will be no hesitation when you step in the ring with the vanguard of your destruction.
ZMS: No rest, no mercy, no matter what.
The champion never takes her eyes off Ursula, not for a moment. Not in spaces of silence or while listening to the tale laid out before her. For as intimidating as Ursula was and is, though, it is a different Zoey we are seeing as well. The brief retraction when Ursula touched the title a reminder of a time not long ago when that reach turned into suffering in short order. Now, though…
ZMS: I want you to understand what you are demanding here, Ursula, because there is no turning back once our names are on that contract. You want to be trapped with me inside an edifice of steel, a monument to violence, because either you think I will be limited there or because it offers you the best chance to regain this title… the reasoning does not matter, however.
Taking a moment to gaze upon the gold, Zoey shakes her head a little and turns a calm smile upon the challenger.
ZMS: What does matter, then? Only this.
Moving to walk past Ursula, Zoey stops as they are side by side, facing in opposite directions… and pausing, she brings up the microphone.
ZMS: I’m not trapped with you; you’re trapped with me. The moment you decided that magic was my only weapon, the greatest reason that I toppled you, was the moment you condemned your dreams of regaining this belt to remain just that: dreams. I want you to watch closely tonight, Ursula, and every night until Star Crash… every time that you see me in a Galactic ring, or a HYBRID ring, or a Foxy Boxing ring.... I want you locked in for the realization that magic is only one weapon in my arsenal.
“Theatre” starts to play again as Zoey leaves the ring without incident, walking up the ramp with the belt over her shoulder and not turning back once. Ursula, smirking to herself, turns to look over her shoulder at the magician as Zoey moves past the curtains, nodding to herself in pure satisfaction.
Koss: That was tense!
Spazz: I thought for sure Von Rossy was going to send a shooting Star through the canvas! Star Crash yo!
Koss: Let's move on to our first match of the night!
-OPENING MATCH-
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When the bell tolled for the match to begin, Paula tried quickly to work Moxie over, even managing a fast roll up, much to her surprise! However once Moxie got her bearings, it quickly became a one-sided affair with Paula on the losing end of a woman on fire fighting back! Paula ate a Discus lariat into an STO but somehow managed to kickout. Out of nowhere at one point, Paula Shock came back with a DDT as a result of Moxie pressing too hard at one point in the match up, but Moxie rolled a shoulder up at a count of two. Paula then attempts to hit The Shockin' Fist, but Moxie ducks the shot, hit's the ALAKAZAM, then follows it up with a little ABRACADABRA, netting the final pin of this fast paced match!
WINNER: Moxie Jillette by pinfall at 5 minutes and 2 Seconds!
WINNER: Moxie Jillette by pinfall at 5 minutes and 2 Seconds!
Koss: Moxie can still go in the ring!
Spazz: She's also hot as fuck. How long you think it'll be till she we have a magicians duel between her and Zoey Madigan-Star?
Koss: Hard to say, but there are many bodies in her path before she can hope to get to Zoey.
Spazz: True that, but I'd be down to see a Magician's Duel!
Koss: Now that we have a break in the action, we've got some news that broke earlier. This is hard to watch, fair warning.
Spazz: Yo, this was harder to watch than you trying to pick up chicks at a bar back before the ball and chain days.
Koss: I scored more than you did.
Spazz: BLASPHEMY MOTHERFUCKER!
Koss: Guys, roll the footage.
Pulsar drops to her knees, and the crowd retreat to a safe distance. With less of a crowd, it's now clear Bianca Davis was the attacker in question. Looking proud of herself, she slaps around Pulsar, finding the hard plastic shell surrounding her head was sturdy.
Bianca: What's the matter, basic? Get up.
Pulsar looks at all the fans surrounding them, and doesn't move, her hesitation costs her, however. Sensing Pulsar's unwillingness to move, Bianca grabs the back of her helmet, and forces her roughly into the ground below. THWACK again Bianca slams Pulsar into the unforgiving ground below.
Bianca's relentless slams just keep going, until finally a wry smile crosses her face. Lifting Pulsar's face and turning it to the crowd. The camera cuts away, and focuses on the crowd, children with tears streaming down their faces, their parents doing their best to shield them from what was happening.
Bianca: No, let them see their hero. The basic bitch, I just exposed.
Bianca mocks the crying, rubbing her eyes, really playing it up. Bianca spits on Pulsar, her face already mostly exposed to the world, it's then security finally arrives on scene. Seeing the tazer in Bianca's hands, they move in cautiously, she gives the button a press, the crackling sound enough to halt them.
Bianca: Yeah, yeah, my jobs done here anyway. See you later “Princess” I'll be the one getting my title.
B casually walks off, getting a good laugh at the shoddy security as she does so. As if B's words didn't make things crystal clear, the camera pulls to a tight shot of Pulsar, revealing her to be none other than River Chance. Uncharacteristically, Chance is in tears, but with the damage already done, she pulls off the helmet leaving nothing in question. A little girl approaches cautiously, placing a hand on River's shoulder, looking up to meet the child's gaze, River nods.
River: I failed you, I am sorry.
The child, without speaking, simply shakes her head, and embraces the unmasked Pulsar. River squeezes softly, and with a sigh gets back to her feet, still visibly shaken, she walks back to the crowd, and tries desperately to console as many people as she could. The camera moves to the cracked helmet, that bad been discarded earlier, and the shot ends.
Koss: I'm way too nice to say what I think of Bianca Davis right now, what a cowardly attack.
Spazz: I'm not, she's a bitch, lunchbox.
Koss: Verily, as River Chance would say. Those two square off later tonight, and I can't wait to see how that goes down.
Spazz: You know that scene from Avengers when Loki decides to try reasoning with the Hulk? Oh yeah that shit's going down like that yo!
Spazz: She's also hot as fuck. How long you think it'll be till she we have a magicians duel between her and Zoey Madigan-Star?
Koss: Hard to say, but there are many bodies in her path before she can hope to get to Zoey.
Spazz: True that, but I'd be down to see a Magician's Duel!
Koss: Now that we have a break in the action, we've got some news that broke earlier. This is hard to watch, fair warning.
Spazz: Yo, this was harder to watch than you trying to pick up chicks at a bar back before the ball and chain days.
Koss: I scored more than you did.
Spazz: BLASPHEMY MOTHERFUCKER!
Koss: Guys, roll the footage.
EARLIER TODAY
The live feed cuts away, and reveals a shot just outside the Savannah Civic Center, a Galactic Exclusive logo prominently displayed in the lower corner of the screen. A large gathering is seen, and Princess Pulsar is dead center, entertaining various children, and their parents. The Intergalactic Princess signs various promotional material, but a fan blindsides her with a stun gun.Pulsar drops to her knees, and the crowd retreat to a safe distance. With less of a crowd, it's now clear Bianca Davis was the attacker in question. Looking proud of herself, she slaps around Pulsar, finding the hard plastic shell surrounding her head was sturdy.
Bianca: What's the matter, basic? Get up.
Pulsar looks at all the fans surrounding them, and doesn't move, her hesitation costs her, however. Sensing Pulsar's unwillingness to move, Bianca grabs the back of her helmet, and forces her roughly into the ground below. THWACK again Bianca slams Pulsar into the unforgiving ground below.
Bianca's relentless slams just keep going, until finally a wry smile crosses her face. Lifting Pulsar's face and turning it to the crowd. The camera cuts away, and focuses on the crowd, children with tears streaming down their faces, their parents doing their best to shield them from what was happening.
Bianca: No, let them see their hero. The basic bitch, I just exposed.
Bianca mocks the crying, rubbing her eyes, really playing it up. Bianca spits on Pulsar, her face already mostly exposed to the world, it's then security finally arrives on scene. Seeing the tazer in Bianca's hands, they move in cautiously, she gives the button a press, the crackling sound enough to halt them.
Bianca: Yeah, yeah, my jobs done here anyway. See you later “Princess” I'll be the one getting my title.
B casually walks off, getting a good laugh at the shoddy security as she does so. As if B's words didn't make things crystal clear, the camera pulls to a tight shot of Pulsar, revealing her to be none other than River Chance. Uncharacteristically, Chance is in tears, but with the damage already done, she pulls off the helmet leaving nothing in question. A little girl approaches cautiously, placing a hand on River's shoulder, looking up to meet the child's gaze, River nods.
River: I failed you, I am sorry.
The child, without speaking, simply shakes her head, and embraces the unmasked Pulsar. River squeezes softly, and with a sigh gets back to her feet, still visibly shaken, she walks back to the crowd, and tries desperately to console as many people as she could. The camera moves to the cracked helmet, that bad been discarded earlier, and the shot ends.
Koss: I'm way too nice to say what I think of Bianca Davis right now, what a cowardly attack.
Spazz: I'm not, she's a bitch, lunchbox.
Koss: Verily, as River Chance would say. Those two square off later tonight, and I can't wait to see how that goes down.
Spazz: You know that scene from Avengers when Loki decides to try reasoning with the Hulk? Oh yeah that shit's going down like that yo!
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VS
GABRIELLE & JAZMINE KARDOS
Heather King and Jazmine Kardos kicked the match off with Jazmine getting the advantage right off the bat with a coordinated technical exchange that took complete advantage of her inability to stay focused. Kardos dominated the shorter, less technically sound wrestler with shoot style strikes and kicks interspersed with hard take-downs and wear holds. A Uki-Goshi would nearly net the win early on, but Corinthe was quick to aid her Torment team-mate with a running kick. Gabrielle would enter the ring and be on the losing end of a brawl that sent her flying out of the ring.
Corinthe would turn to eat a STRAIGHT LEFT HOOK from Kardos that would actually send the taller woman staggering back into the ropes. Heather attacked from behind with blistering intensity, taking advantage of Kardos' lack of coordination. The two then gang up on Jazmine briefly before the referee managed get Corinthe back in her corner.
From there, Heather dominated a battered Kardos until an Irish whip maneuver was reversed into a belly to belly suplex and followed up with a MOONSAULT PIN! Corinthe almost entered the ring but Heather managed to throw a shoulder up. Jazmine dragged Heather by her foot to her corner and tagged in Gabrielle. The two then took Heather by her ankles, lifted her legs up, and brought her knees crashing to the canvas!
Gabrielle would then reenact the Garvin stomp, hitting all of Heather's limbs and then applying a Lotus Lock! Corinthe would rush in, only to be met by Kardos! The two brawled and distracted the referee. Despite Heather stomping and kicking, screaming she gives up, the noise of the crowd drowned her out as Kardos and Corinthe brawled it out yet again.
Kardos went for the Jaz Won't Die but Corinthe managed to escape before the hold can be locked in. She promptly hurled Kardos to the canvas, then hit a running Senton Splash across Gabrielle to save her partner!
Kardos is on her feet in a flash and meets Corinthe head on yet again only for Corinthe to catch her off guard with a hard knee shot followed by THE WIDOW BITE! Corinthe then noticed her partner dragging herself to their corner and before the referee is even finished issuing a warning, Corinthe burst to her corner, slipped through the ropes and tagged her team mate, letting herself into the fray legally.
Heather rolled out just as Corinthe gathered up the still stunned Gabrielle, booted her in the gut and hit a second WIDOW BITE on her, rolling her over for the pin and the win!
WINNER: Heather King and Jasmine Corinthe by Pinfall at 13 minutes and 11 seconds!
Corinthe would turn to eat a STRAIGHT LEFT HOOK from Kardos that would actually send the taller woman staggering back into the ropes. Heather attacked from behind with blistering intensity, taking advantage of Kardos' lack of coordination. The two then gang up on Jazmine briefly before the referee managed get Corinthe back in her corner.
From there, Heather dominated a battered Kardos until an Irish whip maneuver was reversed into a belly to belly suplex and followed up with a MOONSAULT PIN! Corinthe almost entered the ring but Heather managed to throw a shoulder up. Jazmine dragged Heather by her foot to her corner and tagged in Gabrielle. The two then took Heather by her ankles, lifted her legs up, and brought her knees crashing to the canvas!
Gabrielle would then reenact the Garvin stomp, hitting all of Heather's limbs and then applying a Lotus Lock! Corinthe would rush in, only to be met by Kardos! The two brawled and distracted the referee. Despite Heather stomping and kicking, screaming she gives up, the noise of the crowd drowned her out as Kardos and Corinthe brawled it out yet again.
Kardos went for the Jaz Won't Die but Corinthe managed to escape before the hold can be locked in. She promptly hurled Kardos to the canvas, then hit a running Senton Splash across Gabrielle to save her partner!
Kardos is on her feet in a flash and meets Corinthe head on yet again only for Corinthe to catch her off guard with a hard knee shot followed by THE WIDOW BITE! Corinthe then noticed her partner dragging herself to their corner and before the referee is even finished issuing a warning, Corinthe burst to her corner, slipped through the ropes and tagged her team mate, letting herself into the fray legally.
Heather rolled out just as Corinthe gathered up the still stunned Gabrielle, booted her in the gut and hit a second WIDOW BITE on her, rolling her over for the pin and the win!
WINNER: Heather King and Jasmine Corinthe by Pinfall at 13 minutes and 11 seconds!
Koss: King and Corinthe clearly out-classed their competition tonight!
Spazz: Jazzy K almost had it.
Koss: My suggestion might be for Gabrielle to perhaps seek out a little training and rely less on sex appeal and more on actual wrestling acumen in the future.
Spazz: As long as she keeps the sexy. Motherfucker dat ass is nice no matter how hard it gets spanked in the ring!
Spazz: Jazzy K almost had it.
Koss: My suggestion might be for Gabrielle to perhaps seek out a little training and rely less on sex appeal and more on actual wrestling acumen in the future.
Spazz: As long as she keeps the sexy. Motherfucker dat ass is nice no matter how hard it gets spanked in the ring!
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June Song learned very quickly that La Silencia was a devastating force to be reckoned with. Though she was in better condition due to a more forgiving match at Battle Beyond the Stars, La Silencia opened the match in dominant fashion with a blistering, wild offensive that saw her battering June into the ropes and having to be pulled off of her by the referee!
The reprieve wasn't long as Silencia hit a running kick that sent June flailing out of the ring and even pressed further with a suicide diving spear through the ropes, tackling June to the floor with brutal right hand fists over and over! June would try to fight back, but Silencia would continue to maul the younger, less experienced wrestler. She'd hurl her into the guard rails, slam her into ring steps, bash her face into the ringpost, and then sling her back into the ring, sliding in not to deliver a pinfall but to lock on the NO TOQUE!
Fortunately for June, she was able to find the ropes before La Silencia could do permanent damage to her fingers. Silencia then gathers June by the hair and then delivered her to the canvas with PARADA REPENTINA! Silencia then proceeded to choke June out with her foot before the referee pulled her back. June rolled out of the ring and dropped to her knees, seemingly fishing for something in her boot. As Silencia rolled out of the ring looking to do continue, suddenly June hopped up with pepper spray, nailing the woman right in the face and earning a DQ for her troubles! While La Silencia growled and cried out in agony, clutching at her burning eyes, June Song promptly escaped to the back!
WINNER: La Silencia by Disqualification at 10 minutes and 32 seconds!
The reprieve wasn't long as Silencia hit a running kick that sent June flailing out of the ring and even pressed further with a suicide diving spear through the ropes, tackling June to the floor with brutal right hand fists over and over! June would try to fight back, but Silencia would continue to maul the younger, less experienced wrestler. She'd hurl her into the guard rails, slam her into ring steps, bash her face into the ringpost, and then sling her back into the ring, sliding in not to deliver a pinfall but to lock on the NO TOQUE!
Fortunately for June, she was able to find the ropes before La Silencia could do permanent damage to her fingers. Silencia then gathers June by the hair and then delivered her to the canvas with PARADA REPENTINA! Silencia then proceeded to choke June out with her foot before the referee pulled her back. June rolled out of the ring and dropped to her knees, seemingly fishing for something in her boot. As Silencia rolled out of the ring looking to do continue, suddenly June hopped up with pepper spray, nailing the woman right in the face and earning a DQ for her troubles! While La Silencia growled and cried out in agony, clutching at her burning eyes, June Song promptly escaped to the back!
WINNER: La Silencia by Disqualification at 10 minutes and 32 seconds!
Koss: June Song choosing survival over annihilation tonight!
Spazz: La Silencia scares the fuck outta' me dog. She's like a scary ghetto gangsta bitch from south of the border, the kind that'll knife your ass in a back alley for a fucking Klondike bar yo!
Koss: No doubt, her viciousness clearly carried her in this match against June and if not a disqualification, I'm sure the La Silencia would've finished her off.
Spazz: This is just the first blood in La Trinidad vs The Satsujin Triad!
Koss: That it is and we have more coming up next!
Spazz: La Silencia scares the fuck outta' me dog. She's like a scary ghetto gangsta bitch from south of the border, the kind that'll knife your ass in a back alley for a fucking Klondike bar yo!
Koss: No doubt, her viciousness clearly carried her in this match against June and if not a disqualification, I'm sure the La Silencia would've finished her off.
Spazz: This is just the first blood in La Trinidad vs The Satsujin Triad!
Koss: That it is and we have more coming up next!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
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HARDCORE MATCH
Psycho and Lyra began the Hardcore match with a handshake of all things, the two showing each other mad props and respect. Shortly after the bell would ring and the two would be trading blows like vicious hell beasts with Lyra steadily gaining the upper hand. Lyra then surprised Psycho with a Belly to Belly suplex that sent her skidding across the canvas!
Psycho would get up using the ropes and Lyra would rush in with a clothesline so hard that both women would wind up on the floor outside the ring, only Lyra would land on her feet while Psycho would be land flat on her back! Lyra then gathered up a steel chair offered by a fan, slapped it to the floor a few times and then bulldozed the Hardcore Champion with a savage running chair shot to the head! Did Psycho stay down? HELL NO! She got right back up with a trickle of blood and demanded another!
*FWHACK!* said the chair as she got her wish! Psycho again bounced up and when Lyra went for that third swing, a running kick to the groin would stop her, followed by a full body hurling into the steel ring steps with enough force to dislodge them! Psycho gathered Lyra up and proceeded to savagely bounce her head off those steps over and over again!
Lyra would halt the offensive with a back kick to Psycho's knee, followed by a back elbow that sends her staggering back. Lyra shakes the cobwebs loose, then lifts up the ring steps with a might roar and hurls them at Psycho, knocking her right off her feet! Lyra falls to one knee, clutching at her forehead as the diminutive, yet inhumanly tough Psycho gets to her feet. Thinking fast, Lyra rushes in with a double leg lift, spearing Psycho straight into the guard rail and bashing a few fan's knees in the process! From there, Lyra would turn savage with knees, forearms, and eventually stomps as Psycho sagged to the floor!
Gathering Psycho up, Lyra then walked her over to the Spanish announce table and slung her onto it. From there, she climbed onto the table, gathered Psycho up, and straddled her head while signaling for the Oni Bomb! Lyra lifted her foe up onto her shoulders by along the way, Psycho gathered up one of the table Monitors and brought it crashing down right on Lyra's head! The powerbomb becomes a seated crush as Lyra falls back with Psycho rising her face as the back of her head crashes through the top of the table, both landing in a twisted, mangled heap of bodies!
The Oh shit pops from the crowd were very real as Psycho dismounted Lyra's face, stumbling and falling to her knees with pain shooting through her back. The camera's zoomed in on Lyra, laying in the table wreckage with blood flowing from a cut on her head, the monitor hit having split it open.
Unbeknownst to either of them, a band had begun setting up at ringside. Drumkits, microphones, guitars on stands, and even a keyboard. An all female band walked out to ringside, plugs in, powers up, and as Psycho tosses Lyra into the ring, they began to play.... badly. The only one who showed any promise was the lead guitarist wearing an all leather outfit and Kabuki mask which was framed perfectly by her platinum blond hair. The distraction quickly got on Psycho's nerves and she quickly began berating them over the ropes.
While she did so, she found herself up-ended with a German Suplex that send her flying across the ring and landing dead center on her shoulders! She'd fight to get up, clearly stunned. Lyra leaned into the ropes, ignoring the racket for the most part and merely trying to regain her bearings when the Kabuki masked guitar player reveals herself as KATE STEELE and rushes in with a SAVAGE Electric Guitar shot to the head that turns the small cut on Lyra's forehead into a massive gash! She stumbles back and falls down to the canvas in a heap!
The band stopped playing and they all began to high-five each other, until Kate looked on in shock and horror as Lyra Donovan rose, now coated in blood. Her legs quivered and shook, but the GAELTACHTA KICK from Psycho rocks her head back, with Psycho falling across her, unaware of what happened as the referee counted one, two, and three! By the time Lyra or Psycho were aware of what really happened, Kate Steele and her horrible band had long since left ringside....
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: Psycho Maguire by pinfall at 15 minutes and 32 seconds!
Psycho would get up using the ropes and Lyra would rush in with a clothesline so hard that both women would wind up on the floor outside the ring, only Lyra would land on her feet while Psycho would be land flat on her back! Lyra then gathered up a steel chair offered by a fan, slapped it to the floor a few times and then bulldozed the Hardcore Champion with a savage running chair shot to the head! Did Psycho stay down? HELL NO! She got right back up with a trickle of blood and demanded another!
*FWHACK!* said the chair as she got her wish! Psycho again bounced up and when Lyra went for that third swing, a running kick to the groin would stop her, followed by a full body hurling into the steel ring steps with enough force to dislodge them! Psycho gathered Lyra up and proceeded to savagely bounce her head off those steps over and over again!
Lyra would halt the offensive with a back kick to Psycho's knee, followed by a back elbow that sends her staggering back. Lyra shakes the cobwebs loose, then lifts up the ring steps with a might roar and hurls them at Psycho, knocking her right off her feet! Lyra falls to one knee, clutching at her forehead as the diminutive, yet inhumanly tough Psycho gets to her feet. Thinking fast, Lyra rushes in with a double leg lift, spearing Psycho straight into the guard rail and bashing a few fan's knees in the process! From there, Lyra would turn savage with knees, forearms, and eventually stomps as Psycho sagged to the floor!
Gathering Psycho up, Lyra then walked her over to the Spanish announce table and slung her onto it. From there, she climbed onto the table, gathered Psycho up, and straddled her head while signaling for the Oni Bomb! Lyra lifted her foe up onto her shoulders by along the way, Psycho gathered up one of the table Monitors and brought it crashing down right on Lyra's head! The powerbomb becomes a seated crush as Lyra falls back with Psycho rising her face as the back of her head crashes through the top of the table, both landing in a twisted, mangled heap of bodies!
The Oh shit pops from the crowd were very real as Psycho dismounted Lyra's face, stumbling and falling to her knees with pain shooting through her back. The camera's zoomed in on Lyra, laying in the table wreckage with blood flowing from a cut on her head, the monitor hit having split it open.
Unbeknownst to either of them, a band had begun setting up at ringside. Drumkits, microphones, guitars on stands, and even a keyboard. An all female band walked out to ringside, plugs in, powers up, and as Psycho tosses Lyra into the ring, they began to play.... badly. The only one who showed any promise was the lead guitarist wearing an all leather outfit and Kabuki mask which was framed perfectly by her platinum blond hair. The distraction quickly got on Psycho's nerves and she quickly began berating them over the ropes.
While she did so, she found herself up-ended with a German Suplex that send her flying across the ring and landing dead center on her shoulders! She'd fight to get up, clearly stunned. Lyra leaned into the ropes, ignoring the racket for the most part and merely trying to regain her bearings when the Kabuki masked guitar player reveals herself as KATE STEELE and rushes in with a SAVAGE Electric Guitar shot to the head that turns the small cut on Lyra's forehead into a massive gash! She stumbles back and falls down to the canvas in a heap!
The band stopped playing and they all began to high-five each other, until Kate looked on in shock and horror as Lyra Donovan rose, now coated in blood. Her legs quivered and shook, but the GAELTACHTA KICK from Psycho rocks her head back, with Psycho falling across her, unaware of what happened as the referee counted one, two, and three! By the time Lyra or Psycho were aware of what really happened, Kate Steele and her horrible band had long since left ringside....
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: Psycho Maguire by pinfall at 15 minutes and 32 seconds!
Koss: Shenanigans are afoot tonight!
Spazz: Fuck man, Kate Steele not only assaulted Lyra with a fucking heavy ass electric guitar, but I think my ears tried to commit suicide with her band performing!
Koss: I'm sure Kate Steele and the Amateur rock hour will be banned from the building going forward.
Spazz: Still, props for the tactic. Nobody knew what the fuck to expect there, but one thing is fo sho yo! Lyra D is going to be looking for caskets in Kate Steele's size!
Spazz: Fuck man, Kate Steele not only assaulted Lyra with a fucking heavy ass electric guitar, but I think my ears tried to commit suicide with her band performing!
Koss: I'm sure Kate Steele and the Amateur rock hour will be banned from the building going forward.
Spazz: Still, props for the tactic. Nobody knew what the fuck to expect there, but one thing is fo sho yo! Lyra D is going to be looking for caskets in Kate Steele's size!
NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP
COSMIC CHAMPIONSHIP
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ANYWHERE FALLS NO DQ MATCH
Rose Deadly entered the match with great trepidation against Ursula Von Rossbach, as many have in the past, however never before had her nerves consumed her as much as this moment. More so than ever before, Ursula moved liked a graceful machine-like tyrant in the ring. There was no wasted motion, no unnecessary movements. Everything was calculated, cold, and unfeeling.
Rose began the attack, coming at Ursula with everything she had, leveraging stiff forearms and lariats, but Ursula blocked them one and all, answering with a devastating BIONIC HEADBUTT that rocked her off her feet! Shockingly, Rose would recover quickly from a move that has nearly annihilated most others in one shot, charging forward with a front waistlock and trying to bridge Ursula with a suplex, but a double axe handle to the back would stop her, followed by a wild hurl into the nearby corner!
Rising again, Rose would be caught completely off guard by the blistering burst of speed Ursula used to cross that short distance and rock her right back off her feet with a savage power clothesline. Falling to a seat, Rose would be at the mercy of Ursula's stomping boots, hammering against her chest, head, and neck, and it would be with a foot choke that she would be ordered back by the referee.
Ursula turned on the ref, backing her up into the opposing corner away from her. No words were exchanged, but Referee Kirk was left in a cold sweat, sagged with relief against the turnbuckles as Ursula left her in peace.
When she turned to face Rose, she was greeted with a violent left cross, followed by a haymaker blow to the temple the temple that snapped her head to the right and seemed to stun her for a second, just long enough to wrap her arms around Ursula's waist and lift her up into THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER bear hug! The struggle was brief as Ursula cupped her hands and clapped either side of Rose's head with an ear pop! Rose would release Ursula and within moments she was pulled into an Irish whip only for her to reverse it and pull Ursula into a German Suplex pin but only get a two count.
Ursula would rise a bit quickly, eating a straight boot to the gut with Rose straddling her head in a headscissor. There's no fan-fair, no posturing, just a straight lift into the first of three powerbombs! BANG YOUR DEAD!!! She brutally bombs Ursula to the canvas and on that third and final hit, holds her in place for the pinfall!
The Referee's hand almost hits a three count when URSULA KICKED OUT!!!
Rose was knocked back as Ursula rolled to her feet and stood with a small smile on her face, giving her foe a nod. Her lips read "A good fight child..."
Feeling out of options, Rose bolted to her feet and charged headlong with her fight or flight response picking fight. Ursula's response was THE GREAT KICK, snapping Rose's head back. She collapsed straight to the canvas, flat on her back. Ursula reached down, gripping her by the arm and lifting her to her feet. She then looked Rose in those glazed over eyes and said, "...Now is not your time, little one, but it will come and when it does, remember this day. Let it fuel the fire of your rise to power."
And with a brutal knee to the gut, she doubled her already dazed foe over, locked on the double underhooks, lifted her up in the air and brutally finished her with THE VON TERMINATOR! She promptly rolled Rose's body over and pressed a boot to her chest. 1...2...3...
WINNER: Ursula Von Rossbach by Pinfall at 14 minutes and 21 seconds!
Rose began the attack, coming at Ursula with everything she had, leveraging stiff forearms and lariats, but Ursula blocked them one and all, answering with a devastating BIONIC HEADBUTT that rocked her off her feet! Shockingly, Rose would recover quickly from a move that has nearly annihilated most others in one shot, charging forward with a front waistlock and trying to bridge Ursula with a suplex, but a double axe handle to the back would stop her, followed by a wild hurl into the nearby corner!
Rising again, Rose would be caught completely off guard by the blistering burst of speed Ursula used to cross that short distance and rock her right back off her feet with a savage power clothesline. Falling to a seat, Rose would be at the mercy of Ursula's stomping boots, hammering against her chest, head, and neck, and it would be with a foot choke that she would be ordered back by the referee.
Ursula turned on the ref, backing her up into the opposing corner away from her. No words were exchanged, but Referee Kirk was left in a cold sweat, sagged with relief against the turnbuckles as Ursula left her in peace.
When she turned to face Rose, she was greeted with a violent left cross, followed by a haymaker blow to the temple the temple that snapped her head to the right and seemed to stun her for a second, just long enough to wrap her arms around Ursula's waist and lift her up into THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER bear hug! The struggle was brief as Ursula cupped her hands and clapped either side of Rose's head with an ear pop! Rose would release Ursula and within moments she was pulled into an Irish whip only for her to reverse it and pull Ursula into a German Suplex pin but only get a two count.
Ursula would rise a bit quickly, eating a straight boot to the gut with Rose straddling her head in a headscissor. There's no fan-fair, no posturing, just a straight lift into the first of three powerbombs! BANG YOUR DEAD!!! She brutally bombs Ursula to the canvas and on that third and final hit, holds her in place for the pinfall!
The Referee's hand almost hits a three count when URSULA KICKED OUT!!!
Rose was knocked back as Ursula rolled to her feet and stood with a small smile on her face, giving her foe a nod. Her lips read "A good fight child..."
Feeling out of options, Rose bolted to her feet and charged headlong with her fight or flight response picking fight. Ursula's response was THE GREAT KICK, snapping Rose's head back. She collapsed straight to the canvas, flat on her back. Ursula reached down, gripping her by the arm and lifting her to her feet. She then looked Rose in those glazed over eyes and said, "...Now is not your time, little one, but it will come and when it does, remember this day. Let it fuel the fire of your rise to power."
And with a brutal knee to the gut, she doubled her already dazed foe over, locked on the double underhooks, lifted her up in the air and brutally finished her with THE VON TERMINATOR! She promptly rolled Rose's body over and pressed a boot to her chest. 1...2...3...
WINNER: Ursula Von Rossbach by Pinfall at 14 minutes and 21 seconds!
Koss: Ursula utterly DOMINATED Rose Deadly!
Spazz: Dude, look at that jacked up bitch. She'd own a fucking tank in a fist fight!
Koss: Yes but Rose isn't too far removed from Ursula physically.
Spazz: Dude, she's the prototype, Ursula's like an advanced and upgraded war machine!
"Something New" by Girls Aloud hits over the public address system.
Koss: Uh oh.... Here comes Bianca Davis!
Spazz: Fuck, I think I'll open up another beer so I can get through this one fats.
Koss: Fetch one out of the cooler for me too.
Spazz: Dude, look at that jacked up bitch. She'd own a fucking tank in a fist fight!
Koss: Yes but Rose isn't too far removed from Ursula physically.
Spazz: Dude, she's the prototype, Ursula's like an advanced and upgraded war machine!
"Something New" by Girls Aloud hits over the public address system.
Koss: Uh oh.... Here comes Bianca Davis!
Spazz: Fuck, I think I'll open up another beer so I can get through this one fats.
Koss: Fetch one out of the cooler for me too.
IN RING
The fans boo loudly at the sound of the theme of Malibu's Hottest and most hated export. As the lights dim and begin flashing all over the arena. As paparazzi come out and begin taking pictures out from the back stepping out with a wide smirk on her face is none other than Bianca Davis. Who has her arms outstretched carrying the mask of Princess Pulsar in one hand which draws even more boos. As she looks at the mask with disgust before waving in an arrogant fashion as the flashbulbs go off. As she then saunters off taunting the fans including a little girl showing her ill gotten mask before smugly laughing at the fans reaction. As she then climbs up the steel steps and entering the ring and doing the same arrogant pose holding the mask of Pulsar which is obviously a replica in the air to soak in the boos. As she then orders the stage hand to bring her a mic which he does as she holds the mic she does the cut motion. To mean it is now time to cut her music. As she stands there she places a hand on her hip as she waits for the booing fans to quiet down.
Bianca Davis: Look at all of your faces? Did you expect to see Princess Pulsar out here tonight? Well today's your lucky day. Because I have finally ended that little charade that has been plaguing this company for far to long. You’re welcome.
The fans of course boo loudly at Bianca’s arrogant tone. As The Queen B rolls her eyes in disgust at the fans reaction to her.
Bianca Davis: Typical rude uggos all around me. But I am used to this but in due time you will all learn to accept the truth. And the truth is I did you a service by ripping the mask off of Pulsar and exposing that butch ugly disgusting fraud River Chance for what she was. She had you all fooled but thanks to me you can now see clearly. Now I didn’t do this to gain any edge on River because quite frankly I already have that. I mean just look at me. Now I did this to expose a fraud and a liar.
The boos only grow louder as Bianca’s smirk begins to grow wider. As she motions with her hand for the fans to shut up so she could keep speaking.
Bianca Davis: And a fraud and liar like River shouldn’t be champion. No you need a woman with honor, with integrity you need true royalty. A woman who is a social media superstar. The woman you need to as the Conquest Champion is ME!
The boos grow even louder as a you suck chant begins to spread throughout the arena. As she looks at the fans with disdain. As she soon says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: You wish I did! Talk about rude and after I did a great service. But whatever as I said I am used to your lack of respect. But don’t fret because tonight is the last night River holds that title because its gonna be wrapped around my tight little waist And all you’re gonna hear at the end of that match is the winner of the match and new Conquest Champion THE QUEEN B BIANCA DAVIS!
Bianca yells loudly, as the boos erupt all around her. As she drops the mask on the groud before stepping on it with her heel. As she lets out a smug chuckle proud of her deeds so far as she saunters around the ring for a bit. She's promptly interrupted by "Wrong Side of Heaven" by 5FDP. River immediately charges down to ringside, sliding into the ring and going right after Bianca who books it out of the ring!
Koss: HERE COMES RIVER!
Spazz: RUN BITCH! SHE GONNA' FLOW THROUGH THAT ASS!!! NYYYAAAHHH!!!!
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
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A visibly shaken and angry River Chance entered the match against a calm, smug, and cocky Bianca Davis, going on the offensive even before the bell had rang. The last time she'd even been close to this angry was when she won the title against Halo at Battle Beyond the Stars, the difference here is, it's against an opponent who takes full advantage of someone's emotional state. Bianca kept her distance, provoking and taunting River the entire match. She'd dance and dodge, staying just out of arms length of the angered River, slowly tiring her out while chipping away at her legs with low kicks whenever possible.
Rose would finally tire of this and go on an all out blitz assault which drove Bianca out of the ring and into a chase. She'd toss the ring steps in her path, hoping to slow River down and nearly succeeding before finally rushing back into the ring. She was back on her feet just as River slid in, her opponent opened for a vicious stomping attack offensive that ended with River scooping Bianca up and downing her with THE POMMEL STRIKE!!!
On impact Rose would hold Bianca down for the pin but the referee would almost get to a three count before suddenly noticing Bianca's foot on the ropes! Thinking fast, River yanks her away from the ropes and goes for another pinfall, but only scores a 2.99998 count! She gathers Bianca up and lifts her for a second Pommel Strike but instead is reversed and CROWNED by Bianca!
The Queen B back rolled on impact into a low crouch where she began to will River to rise, a maniacally gleeful smile on her face. River manages to get to one knee before Bianca rushes across the ring and hits THE CORONATION! On impact she covers River for the pin and the victory! River was left on her knees, staring blankly at the canvas as Bianca celebrated her way to the back with her newly won championship held as high in the air as she could possibly manage.
WINNER AND NEW CONQUEST CHAMPION: Bianca Davis by pinfall at 15 minutes and 23 seconds!
Rose would finally tire of this and go on an all out blitz assault which drove Bianca out of the ring and into a chase. She'd toss the ring steps in her path, hoping to slow River down and nearly succeeding before finally rushing back into the ring. She was back on her feet just as River slid in, her opponent opened for a vicious stomping attack offensive that ended with River scooping Bianca up and downing her with THE POMMEL STRIKE!!!
On impact Rose would hold Bianca down for the pin but the referee would almost get to a three count before suddenly noticing Bianca's foot on the ropes! Thinking fast, River yanks her away from the ropes and goes for another pinfall, but only scores a 2.99998 count! She gathers Bianca up and lifts her for a second Pommel Strike but instead is reversed and CROWNED by Bianca!
The Queen B back rolled on impact into a low crouch where she began to will River to rise, a maniacally gleeful smile on her face. River manages to get to one knee before Bianca rushes across the ring and hits THE CORONATION! On impact she covers River for the pin and the victory! River was left on her knees, staring blankly at the canvas as Bianca celebrated her way to the back with her newly won championship held as high in the air as she could possibly manage.
WINNER AND NEW CONQUEST CHAMPION: Bianca Davis by pinfall at 15 minutes and 23 seconds!
Spazz: The fuck?!
Koss: Bianca Davis played River's frayed emotions like a harp from hell!
Spazz: And bitch cut the fucking strings too!
Koss: River Chance may be defeated, but this will not stop her. Her quest to get even with Bianca Davis has only just begun!
Juliet: I’d been saying for the last few weeks, that I didn’t want to be involved in that fuckin’ tag match. Far as I’m concerned, the only folks you can actually rely on are blood relatives. A ring on your finger, or a vow spoken out loud…
She scoffed, the axe in her hand spinning around.
Juliet: Most of them aren’t worth the gold they are forged from, or the words heard for a beating heart. So I don’t know why there was so much shock when I… y’know… chose to take care of my involvement in that match on my own terms. I said I was bringing the light tubes, and every fucking bitch that I wanted to hit with them… got hit.
She finally turned around, revealing her face to the camera, void of all piercings.
Juliet: And I will admit, Crystal chose to get the easy elimination in that battle royal for the title, I chose to give the other six the win on a silver fuckin’ plate, just because I could. I did what I wanted, and compared to the others, I’m in top condition. Yet…
Another couple of rotations of the axe.
Juliet: Yet for all my effort, the fanfare I supposedly got before the shift in management, I’ve been treated with what feels like contempt. I ain’t fuckin’ sayin’ that Boss Rhodes bein’ Omega trained has any influence, but someone not in the Royale just walks in and takes the belt in her first shot just because of her name? Yeah don’t that fuckin’ stink o’privilege?
She laughed, mirthlessly, cold.
Juliet: So you know what? I’m gonna fuckin’ tell you right now: That belt is my fuckin’ focus. I don’t give a fuck if I have to go through three ways, four ways, five ways, ladder matches, cage matches, handicap matches or whatever the power decides. I’m the best fuckin’ Deathmatch worker, an’ the best goddamn Technician in this company, and I don’t care about steppin’ on the toes of others or deflatin’ their fuckin’ egos, I am gonna do things MY way, an’ until that’s realized, shit is gonna keep on happenin’ to anyone I’m up against.
With that final statement, Juliet let the axe drop, a table in the path took the brunt of the impact, becoming the proverbial chopping block...
Koss: Bianca Davis played River's frayed emotions like a harp from hell!
Spazz: And bitch cut the fucking strings too!
Koss: River Chance may be defeated, but this will not stop her. Her quest to get even with Bianca Davis has only just begun!
INCOMING TRANSMISSION
With the screen flickering to life, it showed none other than Juliet Black, with her back to the camera, and an axe resting over her shoulder, yet her voice carried over to the cameras microphone clearly.Juliet: I’d been saying for the last few weeks, that I didn’t want to be involved in that fuckin’ tag match. Far as I’m concerned, the only folks you can actually rely on are blood relatives. A ring on your finger, or a vow spoken out loud…
She scoffed, the axe in her hand spinning around.
Juliet: Most of them aren’t worth the gold they are forged from, or the words heard for a beating heart. So I don’t know why there was so much shock when I… y’know… chose to take care of my involvement in that match on my own terms. I said I was bringing the light tubes, and every fucking bitch that I wanted to hit with them… got hit.
She finally turned around, revealing her face to the camera, void of all piercings.
Juliet: And I will admit, Crystal chose to get the easy elimination in that battle royal for the title, I chose to give the other six the win on a silver fuckin’ plate, just because I could. I did what I wanted, and compared to the others, I’m in top condition. Yet…
Another couple of rotations of the axe.
Juliet: Yet for all my effort, the fanfare I supposedly got before the shift in management, I’ve been treated with what feels like contempt. I ain’t fuckin’ sayin’ that Boss Rhodes bein’ Omega trained has any influence, but someone not in the Royale just walks in and takes the belt in her first shot just because of her name? Yeah don’t that fuckin’ stink o’privilege?
She laughed, mirthlessly, cold.
Juliet: So you know what? I’m gonna fuckin’ tell you right now: That belt is my fuckin’ focus. I don’t give a fuck if I have to go through three ways, four ways, five ways, ladder matches, cage matches, handicap matches or whatever the power decides. I’m the best fuckin’ Deathmatch worker, an’ the best goddamn Technician in this company, and I don’t care about steppin’ on the toes of others or deflatin’ their fuckin’ egos, I am gonna do things MY way, an’ until that’s realized, shit is gonna keep on happenin’ to anyone I’m up against.
With that final statement, Juliet let the axe drop, a table in the path took the brunt of the impact, becoming the proverbial chopping block...
-MAIN EVENT-
COSMIC CHAMPIONSHIP
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LADDER MATCH
(B-Brat Banned from Ringside)
Per the GM's orders, B-Brat was ordered to the back so that Halo could fight the match one on one with Zoey. With the gleaming championship dangling high above the ring and two competitors dead set on stopping each other from getting it and potentially one having to climb over the other's dead body to bring it down and win the match, it was no wonder that the exchange took off as quickly as it did. Halo seemed to match Halo move for move as the two began with a technical exchange of classic catch as catch can. Back and forth the two transitioned from hold to hold until finally Zoey's greater experience and knowledge played against Halo, bringing her straight to the canvas with a armdrag into a kneeling Keylock.
Halo would struggle for several seconds in the hold, trying to break the lock until finally gripping the back of Zoey's head with her free h and and pulling her forward. She flexed her abdominal muscles and curled in, driving a surprise knee into Zoey's face that snapped her back and forced her to relinquish the hold. The recovery came quickly for Zoey and soon they are both back on their feet, but this time Halo made a little misdirection of her own, faking her by ducking left only to spring right, leap off the second rope and bring Zoey down with a headscissor!
In a move that surprised Halo, however, Zoey flipped with the takedown, landing with a tuck and roll right back to her feet! Halo turned with a grin, expecting to see someone still recovering but instead ate a full salvo of THE SHIMMERSTEP, the final kick having sent her flailing back into the ropes. The challenger hooked her arms in the top rope to keep from falling to the canvas.
Zoey wasted no time. With a hop back and a lung forward, she sent Halo flipping over the ropes to the arena floor in a heap with a spot on standing dropkick! Moments later, as Halo fought to a stand, Zoey would then hit a Tope Con Hilo splash that drove her right back down to the Arena floor! She hopped to her feet with a twirl and a little bow to the cheering fans, then quickly rushed to the nearest ladder and slide it into the ring.
Zoey slid back inside and quickly sat the rope up beneath the dangling championship belt. She then proceeded to climb the ladder quickly and as soon as she was to the top, she looked over her shoulder to see Halo climbing onto the apron as fast as possible. Thinking fast The Champion hopped to the top of the ladder and back flipped off with DELIGHTFUL DEVASTATION, driving Halo off the apron and sending both to the floor in a spectacular heap that got an "OH SHIT" pop from the crowd.
The Champion was the first to rise, albeit feeling the full impact of that insane dive. She slid back into the ring and climbed the ladder steps once more. Upon reaching the top, she'd struggle with that belt, trying to unlatch it from the cable hook. Suddenly the ladder would shudder and sway and go out from under her! The entire thing bounced off the ropes after Halo gave it a hard kick, but Zoey hung from the cable, still trying to remove the belt!
Thinking fast, Halo vaulted onto the nearest turnbuckle pad and then made a death defying leap across the ring! In classic fashion, She soared through the air and her shoulder collided with Zoey's, ripping her off of the cable and sending them both crashing to the floor with an impressive mid-air SPEAR! On impact Halo popped up from the impact, slightly dazed, and fell over to one side, both women laying out on the canvas trying to recover!
Halo would be the first to rise, gathering up the ladder and setting it up. She'd catch Zoey getting up using the ropes and thinking fast, she'd rush full steam ahead and leap at Zoey with THE BLACK 13! The kick hits hard and sends Zoey through the ropes to the outside!
With a bit of a struggle, a worn down and battered Halo rose to her feet and threw up a little salute to the fans, then turned and started climbing the ladder. Once up top, she began to tug and pull on the belt, trying to work the seemingly stuck latch with great difficulty. Outside the ring, Zoey had recovered and, seeing Halo handling her belt, she thought fast and went to the second ladder, folding and leaning it against the ropes like a ramp. Backing up, she then ran up the length of it, sprung off the top rope and threw both feet into the ladder, sending Halo screaming to the outside of the ring and landing directly on the ringside Timekeeper's table, the crunch loud and noise as was the soft ding of her body impacting with the bell on top of it!
Zoey then set up the ladder once more and climbed those rungs, every muscle aching in her body from this incredibly high impact match up! As Zoey Star arrived at the top, she began to work the latch once more. Halo started to stir from the wreckage of the table she'd fallen through. She fought to her feet and rose only to fall towards the apron! Halo clawed her way up the apron, her hand taking hold of the bottom rope but it was too little.... too late....
With one final hard yank, the Champion sagged against the ladder, successfully defending and retaining her championship. She then hoisted it up in the air as her music played. Halo rolled through the ropes and fell to her knees, panting hard and heavy. Moments later she's joined by the champ and the two shared a moment, embracing with a hug as Halo then showed her true sportswomanship, raising Zoey Madigan-Star's hand up in the air!
WINNER AND STILL COSMIC CHAMPION: Zoey Madigan-Star at 25 minutes and 43 seconds!
Halo would struggle for several seconds in the hold, trying to break the lock until finally gripping the back of Zoey's head with her free h and and pulling her forward. She flexed her abdominal muscles and curled in, driving a surprise knee into Zoey's face that snapped her back and forced her to relinquish the hold. The recovery came quickly for Zoey and soon they are both back on their feet, but this time Halo made a little misdirection of her own, faking her by ducking left only to spring right, leap off the second rope and bring Zoey down with a headscissor!
In a move that surprised Halo, however, Zoey flipped with the takedown, landing with a tuck and roll right back to her feet! Halo turned with a grin, expecting to see someone still recovering but instead ate a full salvo of THE SHIMMERSTEP, the final kick having sent her flailing back into the ropes. The challenger hooked her arms in the top rope to keep from falling to the canvas.
Zoey wasted no time. With a hop back and a lung forward, she sent Halo flipping over the ropes to the arena floor in a heap with a spot on standing dropkick! Moments later, as Halo fought to a stand, Zoey would then hit a Tope Con Hilo splash that drove her right back down to the Arena floor! She hopped to her feet with a twirl and a little bow to the cheering fans, then quickly rushed to the nearest ladder and slide it into the ring.
Zoey slid back inside and quickly sat the rope up beneath the dangling championship belt. She then proceeded to climb the ladder quickly and as soon as she was to the top, she looked over her shoulder to see Halo climbing onto the apron as fast as possible. Thinking fast The Champion hopped to the top of the ladder and back flipped off with DELIGHTFUL DEVASTATION, driving Halo off the apron and sending both to the floor in a spectacular heap that got an "OH SHIT" pop from the crowd.
The Champion was the first to rise, albeit feeling the full impact of that insane dive. She slid back into the ring and climbed the ladder steps once more. Upon reaching the top, she'd struggle with that belt, trying to unlatch it from the cable hook. Suddenly the ladder would shudder and sway and go out from under her! The entire thing bounced off the ropes after Halo gave it a hard kick, but Zoey hung from the cable, still trying to remove the belt!
Thinking fast, Halo vaulted onto the nearest turnbuckle pad and then made a death defying leap across the ring! In classic fashion, She soared through the air and her shoulder collided with Zoey's, ripping her off of the cable and sending them both crashing to the floor with an impressive mid-air SPEAR! On impact Halo popped up from the impact, slightly dazed, and fell over to one side, both women laying out on the canvas trying to recover!
Halo would be the first to rise, gathering up the ladder and setting it up. She'd catch Zoey getting up using the ropes and thinking fast, she'd rush full steam ahead and leap at Zoey with THE BLACK 13! The kick hits hard and sends Zoey through the ropes to the outside!
With a bit of a struggle, a worn down and battered Halo rose to her feet and threw up a little salute to the fans, then turned and started climbing the ladder. Once up top, she began to tug and pull on the belt, trying to work the seemingly stuck latch with great difficulty. Outside the ring, Zoey had recovered and, seeing Halo handling her belt, she thought fast and went to the second ladder, folding and leaning it against the ropes like a ramp. Backing up, she then ran up the length of it, sprung off the top rope and threw both feet into the ladder, sending Halo screaming to the outside of the ring and landing directly on the ringside Timekeeper's table, the crunch loud and noise as was the soft ding of her body impacting with the bell on top of it!
Zoey then set up the ladder once more and climbed those rungs, every muscle aching in her body from this incredibly high impact match up! As Zoey Star arrived at the top, she began to work the latch once more. Halo started to stir from the wreckage of the table she'd fallen through. She fought to her feet and rose only to fall towards the apron! Halo clawed her way up the apron, her hand taking hold of the bottom rope but it was too little.... too late....
With one final hard yank, the Champion sagged against the ladder, successfully defending and retaining her championship. She then hoisted it up in the air as her music played. Halo rolled through the ropes and fell to her knees, panting hard and heavy. Moments later she's joined by the champ and the two shared a moment, embracing with a hug as Halo then showed her true sportswomanship, raising Zoey Madigan-Star's hand up in the air!
WINNER AND STILL COSMIC CHAMPION: Zoey Madigan-Star at 25 minutes and 43 seconds!
Koss: That was a hell of a match between two of the hardest working competitors in GWW right there. Zoey and Halo went at each other with such fervor that it was genuinely hard to tell who was going to win this from moment to moment.
Spazz: After that fight, Halo will be back in this ring against Zoey some day, bank on that shit yo!
Koss: They tore the house down and each other apart. There is no shame for either woman who fought in that ring tonight! Now for some parting words from the Boss!
Spazz: After that fight, Halo will be back in this ring against Zoey some day, bank on that shit yo!
Koss: They tore the house down and each other apart. There is no shame for either woman who fought in that ring tonight! Now for some parting words from the Boss!
THE REBEL'S OFFICE
The scene cuts from ringside to Melinda Rhodes seated in her 1960's era Replica Starfleet Captain's chair, long red coat on and fingers steeped in front of her as a mischievous smirk plays across those ruby red lips.
Rebel: Well folks, some shit was said that I feel needs addressing real quick. Namely the words of one Juliette Black.
She tilts her head ever so slightly to the left.
Rebel: Honey child, anyone who has the intestinal fortitude to walk up and challenge a woman I've come to see as motherfucking Death in a wrestling ring for a shot at her title fucking DESERVES THAT SHOT. Period. You're great at the ambush, but why weren't you challenging for that title? You could've made a fucking move before Zoey had a chance to magically appear, but you didn't. You just sat on your ass in the back, pissing and moaning about Crystal Zdunich fucking you over.
The briefest of pauses.
Rebel: You want to talk about being a brave little death matcher? Tell you what, you'll face Ursula Von Rossbach next Enterprise in the main event, first ever Galactic Death Match. Blood, nuts, and guts honey, one of you is spilling them in that ring at the Next Enterprise and it'll be a great chance to see if The Terminator can live up to her name as well as see just how far she'll go to retain her number 1 contender spot.
Melinda leans forward in her seat.
Rebel: Oh and Jules, for the record I never gave a fuck about who you were or where you came from. If I did? Your ass wouldn't be on the roster or getting high profile spots in the first place. Now good luck in your match next Enterprise.
And with a snap of her fingers, we cut to black and the Galactic show credits run.
Rebel: Well folks, some shit was said that I feel needs addressing real quick. Namely the words of one Juliette Black.
She tilts her head ever so slightly to the left.
Rebel: Honey child, anyone who has the intestinal fortitude to walk up and challenge a woman I've come to see as motherfucking Death in a wrestling ring for a shot at her title fucking DESERVES THAT SHOT. Period. You're great at the ambush, but why weren't you challenging for that title? You could've made a fucking move before Zoey had a chance to magically appear, but you didn't. You just sat on your ass in the back, pissing and moaning about Crystal Zdunich fucking you over.
The briefest of pauses.
Rebel: You want to talk about being a brave little death matcher? Tell you what, you'll face Ursula Von Rossbach next Enterprise in the main event, first ever Galactic Death Match. Blood, nuts, and guts honey, one of you is spilling them in that ring at the Next Enterprise and it'll be a great chance to see if The Terminator can live up to her name as well as see just how far she'll go to retain her number 1 contender spot.
Melinda leans forward in her seat.
Rebel: Oh and Jules, for the record I never gave a fuck about who you were or where you came from. If I did? Your ass wouldn't be on the roster or getting high profile spots in the first place. Now good luck in your match next Enterprise.
And with a snap of her fingers, we cut to black and the Galactic show credits run.