Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2019 23:15:31 GMT -7
To the tune of “It’s My Life” by Bon Jovi, the updated Discovery logo shows on the big screen as the tune plays fans into the sixth episode of Discovery! Many a sign can be seen in the crowd with all the Discovery stars getting a little paper glory… yes, even Pet! Most of the shine, though, is reserved for Samantha Hamilton and Dona Rotten, with a little spread around to Fire & Ice despite their evil ways! The cameras soon cut to the announce table where Ned Roberts and Dominic Price sit in the best seats in the house![/i]
Ned Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Discovery! Ned Roberts here with the best seat in the house, next to my rabble-rousing partner-in-crime, The Dom! What do ya say, Dom?!
Dominic Price: HOW THE FUCK ARE YA, PHILADELPHIA, PA?!
The fans, naturally, roar their silly heads off! Philly fans are super fans and they’ve got a kindred spirit at the table where Dominic is concerned![/i]
Dominic Price: Ned, my brother, thing are on the UPS! Last week, Discovery came ROARING back under the leadership of the LOVELY Chrysanthe Kanelos and tonight? Tonight we just keep on ROCKING!
Ned Roberts: Easy, Dom! We don’t know yet if Miss Kanelos is fond of boisterous flirting!
Dominic Price: Come on! The Dom calls it like he sees it and there’s not a lady on this PLANET that doesn’t like to be told she’s sexy at least once in a while!
Chuckling and shaking his head, Ned has to nod in agreement to his partner’s assessment.
Ned Roberts: All right, you got me there! But it wouldn’t hurt you to be less Chris Tucker and more Barry White, would it?
Dominic Price: Hey, you’re the one with the bedroom voice, brother!
Shrugging and grinning a little, Ned accepts that point.
Ned Roberts: So true, so true. But we’re here to call some action tonight, Dominic! And our main event is going to be positively brimming with it! The Galactic Champion and the new number-one contenders to the Binary Championships, the Shieldmaidens-
Dominic Price: As a full unit, boys and girls!
Ned Roberts: -are taking on Samantha Hamilton’s next challenger for the gold in a driven Luciana Verdoza as well as her two partners, the verbose and vivacious Aubrey Cassidy and a heroine for all ages, Jennifer Williams!
Dominic Price: THAT is a match loaded with looks, brawn and brains, Ned, and I’m not sure the arena can contain it all!
The fans sound as though they agree but are also clearly willing to let the women give it a go so they can find out!
Ned Roberts: But that’s far from all, folks! The new Binary Champions, Fire & Ice, will be taking on a very peculiar mix of opponents as they tackle the Ascendant Champion, Dona Rotten...
Dominic Price: Eddy Poe is a lucky man, Ned; women like Dona are rare like prime rib and twice as delicious!
Ned Roberts: Whoa, there... heading into Spazz territory, Dom!
Dominic Price: That’s why I need you next to me at the table, brother! With all these dimes being tossed around that ring, a man could forget himself!
Appreciative laughs from the fans.
Ned Roberts: ...and Miss Rotten will be teaming up with the endearing Azurine Vebbins in this non-title encounter!
Dominic Price: Now there’s a girl who would keep you on your toes! But people get so wrapped up in her lifestyle and eloquence that they forget how good she can be in the ring. But Sam Hamilton can damn sure tell you some stories!
The screen changes from the tag match to a one-on-one encounter, the third of the nights featured matches… and just the sight of Pet being on the screen causes boos and catcalls galore!
Ned Roberts: Also, in one-on-one action, Pet will take on the former Binary Champion, Iphy Kopadi!
Dominic Price: Pet, man… never met a mirror she didn’t make out with. Even I ain’t go much nice I can say about her. She’d better put her cockiness aside tonight, though. Iphy is double-tough and on a mission.
Ned Roberts: The young lady wants to recoup after RE:Discovery and I don’t blame her. Tonight, she gets her opportunity. But let’s send it to the ring for the night’s first match!
A newcomer to Discovery, Ryleigh Mathis locks up with Kamila Rose in the opening match. The two women start off a bit cautiously both due to Ryleigh feeling out her new surroundings and Kamila being a bit off-kilter as of late. When they lock up, Kamila immediately becomes the aggressor, locking in on Mathis and trying to force her down to a knee. Ryleigh resists and snares Rose in a headlock, bringing her down to the mat. She rises swiftly while Rose is a bit slower to ascend, staring coldly at Ryleigh. When they clash again, Kamila taps into her darkness, slapping Ryleigh and then delivering a headbutt that makes her stagger back a step. She snaps out of it a moment later but Mathis, seeing where this fight might go, is much freer about her nastiness and snatches Kamila by the hair, giving her a receipt for the headbutt before hair-maring her to the mat and kicking her square in the back. Yanking her to the mat by her hair, Mathis goes for the cover and gets a two.
Kamila tries to shake off the assault as Ryleigh doubles her over with a knee to the midesction before driving an elbow down between her shoulders. Kamila fights back with a few chops and attempts a running kick that Ryleigh cartwheels away from, naling a SCHEMIN’ AND DREAMIN’ enzuigiri that again drops Kamila for a longer two. She shoves Mathis away when she pulls herself up but it only makes Mathis laugh while Rose struggles to maintain her footing. A charge from Ryleigh sees her elevated over the top rope but she lands on the apron and snatches a handful of Kamila’s hair. Kamila rears back like a cobra, almost catching Mathis in the nose with the back of her head; the surprise of it being enough to make her let go. Kamila whips around with a spinning backfist, then a pele kick that leaves Ryleigh hanging with one hand gripping the top rope! With a short running start, Kamila hits a front dropkick between the ropes, knocking Mathis to the floor, right on top of the barricade!
Wowing the crowd with a no-hands tope con hilo onto her opponent, Kamila is feeling the energy from Philly and seems to be getting back into the swing. She shoves Mathis into the barricade and charges in with a jumping knee, but Ryleigh moves and Kam goes right into the first row! Scrambling for the ring, Mathis rolls back in around the count of three and exhorts the official to keep counting! Kamila makes it back in around the count of nine and Ryleigh lowers the boom on her with fists and elbows. PUT A SOCK IN IT connects, followed by a hair-pull small package, but Kamila wrenches an arm free and grabs the nearby ropes to break it up, irritating Mathis! She pulls Kamila up by the hair and Rose blocks the short-arm clothesline, blasting Mathis with slaps and chops, finishing with a pele kick for a count of two! Ryleigh is a bit wobbly after taking that kick, swinging wildly at Kamila. One swing in particular lets Rose shove her hard into the turnbuckles chest-first and as a result Mathis staggers right into the RABBIT’S FOOT and goes down long enough for the one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And the winner of this hot little match via pinfall in seven minutes and eighteen seconds… our own little Canadian dream… KAMILA ROSE!
Dominic Price: Kamila still deals with a bit of, shall we say, unbalanced thinking. But when she gets her focus on, she’s tough to stop.
Ned Roberts: Ryleigh damn sure tried. Both women are gonna have lumps later, but I think Rose might have a few more.
Looking in upon the office of Discovery GM Chrysanthe Kanelos, we see that she’s entertaining Aubrey Cassidy for the moment. And moment is indeed the proper time frame as Cassidy soon turns on her heel, after shaking the boss’s hand, and leaves the room with a Cheshire grin on her face. She saunters right past the camera with a smirk and on down the hall. Miss Kanelos, seeing the camera outside, gives it a wink and closes her office door, leaving us all wondering!
Dominic Price: So… what do ya think, brother? What did Aubrey choose? For that matter, what were her options?! My inquisitive mind just can’t take the suspense!
Ned Roberts: Patience comes with age, Dom, so I’ll be the calm one. Verbose as Aubrey is, I’m sure we’ll find out what she chose in due course.
Discovery fades to ringside and the crowd is booing as a confident Luciana Verdoza stands in the center of the ring all alone. Of course, she has every reason to be confident considering the events of Re:Discovery in which she became the number one contender to the Galactic Championship in a rather surprising outcome. Of course, the outcome is of no surprise to Luciana who has a smirk on her face as she begins to express her thoughts.
Luciana: It turns out that those calling for me to retire were a little premature in what they were saying. Two weeks ago, against all odds, against all criticism, I was the one that stepped up to the plate and won that number one contender’s match to face Sam Hamilton two shows from tonight at Discovery #8! Those of you that have followed my career from the beginning, all the way back in 2007, you shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve seen me travel all around the world and do what I have done in my career: four world championships, three women’s championships, becoming the celebrity I have become in the fashion capital of the world in Milan over the last couple of years. Why is this an unexpected surprise? Because I was gone for so long? Because prior to that match, I wasn’t myself in there?
Guess what… you were proven WRONG!
The crowd continues to boo her.
Luciana: You may hate it all you want, but the fact of the REALITY is that the bitch really IS back and finally, after three long years, after my previous promotion screwed me by shutting down on me after I won a hard earned, well deserved world title shot, I am getting what I had to earn three years ago and what I had to RE-earn two weeks ago! What you all witnessed was the REDISCOVERY of Luciana Verdoza! You witnessed the REDISCOVERY of my legacy and I am going to add one more piece of the puzzle to that legacy when I beat Sam Hamilton and claim my FIFTH World Championship. Sam… tonight, we are going to get to know each other very well and I can’t wait to take that title from you… I mean… in the young history of Galactic Wrestling there has been FAR too much of a “Shieldmaiden presence” around here… if you know what I mean. No worries, I’m going to put a stop to it because Sam…
I didn’t win that match two weeks ago as a “last hurrah”. That wasn’t my “last stand”. That wasn’t my “one hit wonder” moment in Galactic. I will NOT allow you or ANYONE in this company to make my moment of glory two weeks ago fleeting! You’re not just going to face me, Sam… well.. If I beat you it’ll only be once… but if it’s the other way around… NO… I’m NOT a “one and done”, “thank you, next” challenger. I’m a pioneer and a barrier breaker and in four weeks from tonight, I’ll be EXACTLY that… EXACTLY what this company needs. So, I’ll see you tonight when I get a taste of what you’re all about and to my two tag team partners… two people PRIVILEGED enough to team with glory like me… DO NOT mess this up for me… because I’ve been in this business a long time…
And I’ve had enough of anchors dragging me down!
Luciana tosses aside the microphone as she leaves the ring to some loud boos from the audience. Of course, the top contender to the Galactic Championship scoffs and brushes them off as she heads up the ramp and to the back.
Nicky comes into the match with a chip on her shoulder, showing a ton of verve as she walks right up to Legion and shoves the larger woman back! Legion stumbles and catches her footing, giving Silver first a curious look… then a grin. She aims a big boot at the young lady’s head but Nicky gets in under that leg, braces it against her shoulder and drops to her knees. The wrenching of the joint has Legion hissing in pain and Nicky, backing off a few steps, makes a rush at the larger woman. Finding herself in a goozle, Nicky is prepped for a chokeslam but kicks out and fetches the knee of Legion, the bigger woman dropping her as the pain shoots up her leg. This time, Silver goes all the way to the ropes, rebounding and nailing a clothesline at a downward angle, driving Legion to the mat. She’s forced off her opponent at one but Nicky stays in motion, landing stomps on the bigger woman and eventually kicking her out of the ring beneath the bottom rope.
Legion lands on her feet, albeit unsteadily, and is turning toward the ring with a snarl when Nicky is already in motion. She leaps at the ropes, grabbing the top strand and swinging herself through them, trying to blast Legion off her feet with a dropkick! Legion sidesteps Silver and she lands in a roll, coming up quick to her feet. Legion, however, catches her before she can turn, blasting her with a lariat to the back of the head! Silver goes down hard and the now-pissed Legion picks her back up by the hair, yelling something at her before grabbing her gear with the other hand and slinging her hard into the ringside barricade! She gets a taste of the other side for good measure, too, before Legion tosses Nicky back into the ring… shoving her hard against the apron chest-first beforehand! Her leg still bothers her but Legion tries to push through the pain as she rolls back into the ring, stalking Nicky. Legion snares her arm and drops an elbow or two on her shoulder, leaving Nicky doubled-over in pain. A wringer follows, then a jumping double-knee armbreaker. Legion pulls Nicky into a Fujiwara armbar, giving the young brawler a taste of her own medicine by focusing hard on that one body part. Despite the size disadvantage, though, Silver reaches the ropes. Legion takes all four seconds to rub it in before she finally lets go.
Legion again reaches for the right arm of Nicky, grinding her elbow into the shoulder. Silver tries to break free with a few shots to Legion’s leg but gets jerked into a short-arm clothesline that takes her to the mat. Still with a hold of the right arm, Legion brings a leg over and drops it on said arm, the move stunning her a bit thanks to further agitation to her leg. She’s shocked in the next few seconds when Nicky wrenches out of her grip and goes for the leg on the mat, wrapping Legion into a modified heel hook. She does a good job of keeping the taller woman from the ropes, and though she eventually makes it there, the damage is done and Legion is having trouble getting to her feet. Nicky pulls her from the ropes and looks for a sharpshooter, trying to add more suffering for Legion and, again, making the bigger woman fight for the ropes. When she grabs them, Legion throws a stubborn Nicky back with a kick to the jaw from below, using the ropes to get vertical. Nicky kicks the leg again and Legion responds with a headbutt. She goes for THE KNIGHT’S AXE but Silver ducks the mist and hits the QUICK SILVER! Legion goes down and Silver makes the pin, in the process knocking Legion’s leg off the rope before the referee can see it!
Joan Arch: And your winner, snappy and snarky and not afraid to get a little sneaky… the scrappy Littl Spider herself… getting the pinfall at ten minutes and thirty-six seConds… NICKY SILVER!
Except Miss Silver takes a bit too long to celebrate, mostly to rub it in the faces of the fans in attendance. She backs up to leave the ring but backs right into a very tall form behind her. No double-take necessary here; Nicky turns with a right hand cocked back but gets grabbed around the throat as she had early in the match… except this time, forcing the pain from her mind, Legion accomplishes a ring-shaking chokeslam, leaving Nicky lying with a snarl before she, gingerly, departs the ring and heads backstage.
Dominic Price: Note to self: DO NOT tick off Legion!
Ned Roberts: She took the loss a bit hard there, but that’s understandable. Letting her temper get the better of her, though, won’t serve her well in the future.
Dominic Price: OR her opponents!
Dominic Price: In-fucking-deed! And what a main event we’ve got in store! I’m definitely looking forward to seeing all six women come into play. Maybe it can turn into a cat fight even?!
Ned looks over with his eyebrows raised and shakes his head at Dominic.
Ned Roberts: I very highly doubt that.
The lights dim and the crowd starts to murmur in anticipation. Three Days Grace’s “Riot” starts playing and the Riot logo pops up on the entrance screen.
Dominic Price: Ooooooookay. I didn’t think we got some new matches in, but hey, I’m game.
Ned Roberts: Don’t think this is new.
Dominic Price: Then…?
Ned Roberts: Just shush and watch. I’m sure all will be revealed in time.
“If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off, so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up”
Vice President, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, , steps out first, to her immediate right stands her fellow group member, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, to her left, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton. Stepping out to take their places on either end of the line are a pair of tattooed sisters, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire on the far right, Aoife Maguire on the far left. Slipping in to the right is another tattooed woman, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, to the left is the painted woman, “Venom” Dona Rotten. With all seven in place, Bullet nods and they stare the ring down like it owes them all money.
“Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot”
As the chorus rages over the speakers, Bullet leads her group to the ring. They surround the ring, Bandit and Psycho going around the right while Bruiser and Aoife go to the left. Titaness and Venom follows Bandit and Psycho and then keep going so as to give the ring at least one Riot member on all four sides.
“If you feel so filthy
So dirty, so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful, so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up”
They nod to each other as they wait for the chorus to kick in again.
“Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot”
As soon as it starts, Bullet nods and the six women all climb up into the ring and make their way to the middle, taking their places as they face the hard camera in the same order they stood on the stage. The chorus plays again and Bullet raises her fist, the other five doing the same in unison, all seemingly ready to conquer the world before them.
Dominic Price: Hey, some of them are on Enterprise!
Ned Roberts: That they are…
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton moves out of the ring and walks up to the commentator’s table. She takes a spare mic from off the table before walking back inside the ring with her sisters.
Dominic Price: Remind me again, is she taken?
Ned Roberts: I doubt she’s even in your league, Dominic.
Sam flashes a coy smirk, hinting she heard and tucked the commentators’ words in her head before raising the mic up towards her lips. She gets a slightly mixed reaction, with about half of the crowd popping for her and the Shieldmaidens. The other seems less than pleased … particularly as she pats the Galactic Championship draped over her right shoulder.
Samantha Hamilton: So … now that I’ve successfully defended this, let’s get one thing straight right here and now. There was only one thing even remotely ‘lucky’ that I’ll admit, and it was me being chosen. Literally anyone on the roster who wasn’t booked could have been put in my place when Episode Four aired!
She shakes her head no adamantly.
Samantha Hamilton: But it wasn’t. And for anyone who still wants to think this was some elaborate set-up … get a wake-up call, before I give you one. All I was asked - by Melinda herself - was if I was available for a last second match that was able to be scheduled that night. Didn’t mention that a title would be up for grabs. Nothing aside from the possibility of me getting to fight on a night I wasn’t supposed to was ever brought up. So .. with me being the fighter, the wrestler I am … I accepted.
The crowd erupts, the same chorus of half-boos and half-cheers resounding even louder now.
Samantha Hamilton: And regardless of what you all think, I’m damn glad I said yes. Episode Five gave a very good preview of how the next fights to come will turn out. Because I am not losing this strap easily. Certainly not anytime soon. But just as importantly ….
She gestures to her sisters behind her.
Samantha Hamilton: Basic math reveals that we’re very close to holding all the gold we can even rightfully claim as ours. All we’re missing … are the Tag Team titles.
The microphone is handed to Bullet, who stares at it for what seems like years.
Alex Carbajal: You all thought we would be gone, didn’t you?
With the crowd only sort of answering, Bullet gives a small nod, her eyes still seemingly glued to the microphone in her hand.
Alex Carbajal: You all thought that we would just abandon our sisters here to their own devices, effectively making the targets on them bigger. Some in charge here would have enjoyed that, considering what has happened to those of us that remain. Up until recently, we had been back-burnered. Sam and Psycho waiting for answers until they were finally able to make answers of their own! Jack and I…
A mirthless smile crosses Bullet’s face.
Alex Carbajal: We have been number one contenders to the Binary Championships since before General Managers were a thing here in Galactic Women’s Wrestling. We have earned the right to challenge twice now and yet, somehow, when it was time for Kopadi to be challenged, it was not us that were given that privilege. RJ and Widow are shown the door, Drago is shown the door, Zombie is pushed out, and at every turn there seems to be some excuse for why we should all just be happy about it. You think you weeded out the troublemakers and the problem children. You think you solved a problem. All you’ve really done…
Finally, she looks up from the microphone to the camera.
Alex Carbajal: Is start a Riot!
Samantha, whilst still towering over Bullet, leans down close enough to ensure she can be heard as she speaks up again.
Samantha Hamilton: And this Riot has only just begun. No one has seen just how violent this particular Riot has - or will, even - turn out. There’s a damn good reason movements like these have always been dangerous. History has shown it multiple times before. Now … it’s our turn to remind you all since, clearly, it’s needed.
Sam turns, looking towards the backstage area.
Samantha Hamilton: Aubrey Cassidy, Jennifer Williams and Luciana Verdoza … I have little doubts you are three competent fighters. But what I do question is if you’re ready for this main event, let alone to face three sisters-in-arms! Three women who ride and die with one another on a day-to-day basis!
The Titaness pauses, a smirk adorning her face as a thought comes to her.
Samantha Hamilton: Cheat if you so desire. Try it. I dare you. I’ve had people make such efforts. One idiot even punched me in the eye with brass knuckles. And yet, I still came out as the winner. So if you think petty tactics like that will be enough, you can sure as hell try. But don’t be surprised when we emerge victorious.
Bullet nods sharply.
Alex Carbajal: It is time for us to remind you all why we call this group, the Riot! Dios es una bala…
Bandit leans over to the microphone.
Jackie Layton: BANG!!!!
Dominic Price: So close yet so far away! But my issues with relationships aside, I’m thinking that these young ladies are looking to make a very forceful statement tonight, Ned!
Ned Roberts: It’s almost enough to make one feel bad for their opponents, but knowing Aubrey, Jennifer and Luciana, they’re going to welcome the fight.
Due to a late-show switch, Aurora Zambrotta finds herself facing a young woman announced as Ellie Dartmouth, a local star if the cheers at her name are any indicator. Aurora starts things off quickly, bull-rushing Ellie at the bell and quickly knocking her to the mat by just barging into her. The local, a little surprised at this burst of speed and power, nods as she gets back to her feet and dares Zambrotta to do it again with her ready this time. The young powerhouse does so again and while Ellie doesn’t hit the mat, she does get knocked into the ropes! Stumbling forward, she’s bearhugged by Aurora, though it is far from a friendly gesture as the young star heaves Dartmouth up and over with a BIG belly-to-belly suplex that almost bounces her right out of the ring! To her credit, Ellie is back up and ready for more, again charging Aurora! Surprised, Zambrotta scoops her up for a big slam but Ellie drops down behind her and locks her arms around Aurora’s waist, putting her all into a German suplex… but finding herself unable to get the bigger woman up! Aurora shoves her rear end backwards, breaking away from Ellie, but turns right into a well-placed dropkick from the local star, the fans getting behind her a bit!
Aurora doesn’t go down, but she’s staggered and Ellie tries to pump herself up, going at Aurora with a series of chops to the chest. They rock Zambrotta, but the big woman refuses to go down. When she tosses a chop of her own, Ellie clutches her chest, her eyes wide as most of the air goes out of her. She stays on the attack, trying a clothesline or two, but she doesn’t have the power to take Aurora down! And her charge? Well, Zambrotta heaves her up with ease, holding her military press style for several moments, Aurora turning around so the fans can see the strength she possesses, before dropping Ellie over her shoulder and delivering a powerslam! The count gets close to three, but Ellie gets a shoulder up and Aurora, pleased, claps genuinely for her. She beckons Ellie up and hits a spinning wheel kick that knocks her back down. Dartmouth, refusing to give up, takes Aurora down with a surprise back leg trip, then leaps to the second rope for a twisting double-leg drop, landing right across Aurora’s chest! She goes for the pin… but gets thrown to her feet at two, shocked again by Aurora’s power! Again going for the crowd-induced pump-up, Ellie charges in with what looks to be a spear only for Aurora to catch her and deliver a crushing spinebuster! JUDGEMENT follows and Aurora gets the three-count!
Joan Arch: And your winner at five minutes and twenty-four seconds, folks… I know, I know, I believed in Ellie, too… the San Marino Strongwoman… AURORA ZAMBROTTA!
There’s still some cheers for Ellie, despite the loss, and Aurora is kind enough to help her up and give her another of those rib-cracking hugs (a nice one this time!) before leaving the ring. Ellie’s a bit beat up but her hometown fans give her a nice ovation as she leaves the ring.
Dominic Price: Considering the short notice here, no one shoulda expected Ellie to beat Aurora. The woman’s a tower of power! But she handled herself pretty good. Maybe she’ll get another shot sometime.
Ned Roberts: She has the verve, Dominic, so you might be right. Tonight, though, Aurora etches another win on her record and moves forward.
The backstage camera, roving about looking for the next big scene to boost those ratings, comes upon the door of the office of the General Manager, Chrysanthe Kanelos. There’s a voice or two within, but thanks to a nice, thick door, we aren’t getting to hear what’s the what on the other side. With some patience, however, the passage opens and a woman dressed all in black walks out. Usually there’d be a smile on her pale features and a little sauce in her manner, but as we gaze upon Lyra LeVeux-Donavan, there’s nothing but snarling fury about her. Even in the heat of early spring, she’s swathed entirely in the darkest color possible, from a long-sleeved hoodie to form-fitting black jeans. The camera almost melts from the heat in her eyes… eyes set upon a wounded face and a body that’s moving far more gently than the owner would like.
Monty Proust steps into view presently, hoping to get a few words from Enterprise’s answer to Bloody Mary, but her stare prompts him to pause mid-question.
Monty Proust: I… um… I’m sorry, is this a bad time?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Let’s just say you’re lucky that you’re cute.
A half-smile forms on Lyra’s features as an unsure-and-blushing Monty attempts to regain his composure.[/i]
Monty Proust: So… another chat with Chrysanthe Kanelos? Are you getting any closer to moving from Enterprise to Discovery?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: You ARE direct.
Faintly smiling again, Lyra puts an arm around Monty and leans in close, getting all conspiratorial as though there’s not a camera watching their every move.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Well, as you might have seen on Enterprise, I have a little business left over with a certain ignorant twat named Kate Steele. That must be tended to first.
Monty Proust: Bit of nasty business, that. You have a plan for her?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Oh, very much. She will rue the day and all that. But don’t worry, Monty… once I know for sure where I intend to be, you and the rest of the world will know. Now, if you’ll excuse me?
Monty Proust: Oh, of course. Thank you for your time.
Grinning now, Lyra plants a kiss on Monty’s cheek, leaving a large, black lip imprint there as she saunters off (very gently) into the distance.
Dominic Price: Y’know, I’d be just fine having her around here. Not just for the wars with Dona but for their wild idea of a tag team!
Ned Roberts: It would be hard to stop those two as a tandem, that’s for sure. And being that the Binary Championships are defended on both Galactic shows… that’s very easy to turn into reality.
Dominic Price: Be still my achin’ heart!
Pet immediately tries to leave the ring, claiming that the fight is beneath her and that she has no intention of facing “some loser” who “couldn’t get a grip on their belts” two weeks ago. Iphy takes this in stride… before straight-up doing a chicken dance right in Pet’s face, daring the rubber-clad woman to do something about it! Pet starts stomping and screeching and demanding that her Haremites do something about that “Grecian trollop dirtying up MY ring!” which prompts one of them to roll into the ring and try to attack Iphy. Smiling at this, Iphy gets ready for them and when the young woman charges, Iphy simply trips her and kicks her out of the ring! A second one is ordered in but doesn’t get off as lightly: when she charges in, Iphy flips her up onto her shoulders and powerbombs her to the canvas, the first attacker having to help the second out of the ring. Iphy, dusting her hands off… and starts clucking again! Anger overtakes self-preservation and Pet storms the ring, slapping Iphy across the face and demanding that she knee and apologize. Rubbing her cheek, Iphy holds up her hands and seems to accept that order, going to her knees. Pet, shocked, almost smiles before Iphy reveals the ruse and takes her off her feet, grabbing Pet by the hair and bouncing her head off the mat a few times before the so-called Goddess can free herself and scramble back! Iphy, up on her knees again, stares right at Pet, turns her unslapped cheek towards the woman and sticks it out, as if offering up another swing!
Pet rears back, but then folds her arms and shakes her head no. She gets back to her feet and stands defiantly, refusing to fall for “tricks” from Iphy! That said, the two lock up and the Grecian shoves Pet into the corner, putting the pressure on her. Pet starts yelling about pulled hair and thumbed eyes, and though that clearly hasn’t happened, the referee forces a break. Iphy’s armor is starting to crack, though, registering irritation with her opponent. She turns to the official to ask if she really believes that crap from Pet and the Goddess attacks from behind, grabbing Iphy by the hair and yanking her backwards to the mat! Several angry stomps follow before Pet puts a foot on her chest and demands a count, getting barely a one before Iphy kicks out! Demanding a faster count while in the same breath telling the referee to “butt out” about her tactics, Pet uses the hair to hurl Iphy into the buckles so she can throw some gut kicks against her. She steps away after this barrage, demanding the worship of the fans and, surprisingly, getting a little support from the darker portions of the Philly crowd! Iphy is the one who’s least amused, though, and she grabs Pet around the waist tightly, trapping her arms as well before hitting a German that throws Pet into the buckles! Pulling her up by the arm, Iphy continues to keep up the pressure with a pair of snap suplexes followed with a bridged belly-to-back for a two-count. Pet keeps coming and Iphy keeps fighting until she gets an eyeful of Pet’s manicured nails. A snapmare and a low dropkick to the back follows and Pet tries for another pin, this time getting two and being none too happy about it.
Running Iphy’s face against the ropes, trying to burn it with the friction, Pet yanks her to the mat by the hair again and backs up onto the second rope, looking to deliver a high-impact stomp. Iphy rolls away at the last moment, leaving Pet off balance. Looking to put her opponent away, Iphy puts Pet on the ropes and nails her signature FALL FROM OLYMPUS! Rolling into the cover, Iphy nods with the count… which ends just before three when a Haremite puts Pet’s foot on the bottom rope! The referee does not see the infraction but DOES see the foot where it needs to be to break things, leaving Iphy a tad frustrated. Pet distracts the official as one of the Haremites tries to attack Iphy from the apron! She turns on the woman and knocks her to the floor with a forearm while Pet, no longer holding up the official (there’s another Haremite to do that), hits a low blow on Iphy and follows with her WEDGIED DDT! Pet goes for the cover, straddling Iphy and pinning her hands directly, having to shoo away her Haremite so that the referee can focus on the count. What the official doesn’t see, however, is that same Haremite holding Iphy’s legs so that she can’t break out as the referee counts to three!
Joan Arch: And your winner at fourteen minutes and three seconds, if you want to call it that after that little stunt… PET!
Exultant about her win, Pet jumps up and down before remembering her status as a Goddess and putting on a pose. Iphy, furious, goes to attack her but Pet scrambles from the ring, surrounded by several Haremites while she makes faces at Iphy and tells her how much she sucks! The referee keeps Iphy from attacking but the usually-sweet Grecian is fuming!
Dominic Price: Okay, I’m with Iphy here! That was crap! What the hell was the referee lookin’ at, Ned?!
Ned Roberts: Look at the replay, Dom; Pet had herself directly in the referee’s view. It was expertly done, whether you like her or not. But this IS a travesty.
Dominic Price: Pet needs a spankin’, and NOT in the good way!
Pet is backing up the ramp, heaping praise on herself when, suddenly, she’s interrupted by the powerful opening drums of “What You Want” by Evanescence. The fans are unfamiliar with this song in Galactic until, from behind the curtain, steps the General Manager, Chrysanthe Kanelos! Dressed in a smart black suit, white blouse and heeled black boots, she strides to the the top of the ramp, arms folded and microphone in hand. She stares first at Pet, who thinks she’s here to congratulate her, and then at Iphy in the ring. The music fades and Chrysanthe sighs and shakes her head.
Ned Roberts: The boss makes an appearance. I swear this is the first time I’ve seen her not smiling since she arrived in Galactic. That’s not a good sign.
Dominic Price: Especially with a smile like hers, brother! But hopefully she does something about this situation!
A few moments later, Chrysanthe holds up a hand to stall Pet’s constant chatter and lifts the mic.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Look, I don’t know what you folks and the locker room are used to around here with the way things go down, but this is a new Discovery and what I just saw take place in that ring raises my hackles something fierce.
She turns to the Goddess of the Harem who, quite blithely, is holding out her arm for Chrysanthe to raise it. This makes the GM pause before she, still calmly but very sternly, addresses the rubber-clad woman.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: First of all, put your silly hand down. You do NOT get props for winning like that. You’re lucky I don’t fine or suspend you for acting a fool like that and making a mockery of this match!
Briefly taken aback, Pet rolls her eyes and gestures for her her Harem to follow as she heads backstage. Or tries to.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: I did not give you permission to leave, Pet, and if you value your job here you will walk right back out here and stand where I can see you.
Mockingly humoring the GM, Pet does just that. Chrysanthe turns to Iphy and addresses her now.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Miss Kopadi, unfortunately the referee’s decision is final. There is nothing I can do about that. However, I am duly impressed by your toughness despite this rough patch that you’re in right now. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I am impressed by Pet as well despite her antics.
Of course, Pet takes this in a direction that it wasn’t intended for but, to her credit, Chrysanthe keeps her cool.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: And with Destiny’s Gate coming up in mere weeks, I’m looking for the best of my talent to be showcased. So here’s what we are going to do: in two weeks at Discovery #7, the two of you are going to battle again… this time with a shot at the Ascendant Championship hanging in the balance!
Not looking pleased about another fight with Iphy but certainly eager to see some gold come her way, Pet nods in satisfaction and grins, mocking Iphy from her relatively safe spot on the ramp. Chrysanthe has a bit of a smile on her face, though…
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Oh! And I should also mention that this match will be in a steel cage! What do you say to that, Philly?!
Philly loves the hell out of that! The only one who doesn’t, in fact, is Pet and her Harem! She stomps and yells, throwing a massive tantrum while Chrysanthe, in the center of this storm, stands with a smile on her face. Yes, she looks a little smug, but considering the company one might say she has the right!
Ned Roberts: Iphy Kopaid and Pet in a steel cage for an Ascendant Title shot?! That’s a license to print money!
Dominic Price: Couldn’t have said it better myself, brother! Best part is that you and The Dom have the best seats in the house for it!
Ned Roberts: I couldn’t agree more!
”What You Want” hits again as Chrysanthe leaves with a wave to the fans and heads backstage. Pet is still fuming while Iphy, all smiles once again, gets her attention and, one more time, clucks at her just to send the Goddess into further fits!
Christina and Lilith were backstage in their locker room. They were both sitting there, their Binary Championships sitting in their laps as they looked down at them and then up at each other before glancing back down at their newly won championships from just a couple of weeks ago.
Christina: Man, it feels good to have some gold around our waists. We’ve worked for over two years for this Lil. Over two years of blood, sweat, and tears in front of at best a couple of hundred people just to prove that we are the best tag team wherever we go.
Lilith nods her head, keeping her eyes on her half of the championships as she seems lost in thought.
Lilith: Yeah, but we didn’t exactly prove anything last Discovery. All we proved was that we can beat one person when we have the numbers advantage. We may have been given the opportunity and we did make the most of it, but I just don’t like how we won the Binary Championships.
Christina: I know you don’t, but don’t forget, it’s not our fault one half of the former champions decided to take her ball and go home and leaving her wife that she supposedly loves to fend for herself in a handicap match. We can’t control that sort of shit. All we can do is make the most of the chance given to us. Much like tonight.
Christina lifts Lilith’s head up and looks her right in the eyes.
Christina: Tonight we go out there to that god damned ring and we show all of Galactic and all of the women on this damn roster why we hold these titles. We show everyone why we will be the best tag team in all of Galactic and nobody is going to stop us. Tonight we take out Dona Rotten and that fucking idiot and annoying pissant Azurine. God, I can’t wait to get in the fucking ring with that red-headed bimbo and knock that annoying dialect right out of her mouth.
Lilith lets out a giggle as she looks up at Christina who is already starting to fire herself up.
Christina: I know there aren’t many people out there that I actually like, but Jesus does Azurine take the cake for most annoying and most punchable. I want to strangle her every single time I see some stupid fucking tweet about some nonsense and ridiculous national this day or national that day. Who fucking cares?! I really feel bad for Dona having to team with her though. And what kind of fucking nickname is the Adorkable Angel? I mean seriously, she is a dork, but there is nothing adorable about her. Maybe I’ll make her look adorable after I’m done punching her repeatedly in the face and breaking her jaw or something. She can’t look much worse than she already does, so anything would be an improvement to me.
At this point, Lilith is just sitting there holding back laughter as she sits there attempting to keep a stoic face, but isn’t doing the best of jobs with it as she keeps watching Christina.
Christina: Tonight, my dear Lilith, we show everyone, especially Alex and Jackie that we are the real fucking deal. Tonight we cement ourselves as the top dogs in the Binary Division. Taking down Dona and Azurine will be just the first step. They might get along for tonight, but one night of teaming together isn’t going to be able to match our superior teamwork and knowledge of each other. We are a true tag team, we have no goals of being stars on our own. Our only goal is to make everybody want to try and take these Binary Titles from around our waists by showing everyone that we are the best damn tag team in all of Galactic. And tonight, we show the world that The Kingdom is still strong and will still be dominant here in Galactic and beyond.
Lilith: Tonight we make Dona and Azurine simply Melt Away in that ring when we face off with them.
The two stand up and give the warrior’s handshake as they grab each other’s forearms and grin at each other before grabbing their title and slinging them over their shoulders and heading out the door, closing it behind them.
Dominic Price: Proud and determined champions. Just a shame they turned to the dark side, even though the source of that darkness ain’t around no more.
Ned Roberts: Perhaps it is what they were meant to be all along. Let’s send it up to the ring for the night’s next match.
Fire starts things off against Azurine, the two women locking up mid-ring. Fire’s height advantage allows her some leverage over the Adorkable Angel but it isn’t to last; Azzy gets behind her and heaves her up, driving her into the mat face-down and transitioning into a front facelock. Ice yells support from the corner while Dona likewise applauds Azzy taking one-half of the Binary Champs down. Fire is quick to fight up to her feet and elbow her way out of Azzy’s grip, throwing a hard chop that lands flush against Azzy’s chest. Vebbins fires back with a chop of her own and the two start teeing off on each other, the fans booing and cheering in equal measure depending on who’s catching the high-velocity chest slaps at that moment. Vebbins gets in a few unanswered shots but Fire cuts her off with a boot to the midsection. She tags in Ice and the champs work over Vebbins with stereo back kicks and a tandem hair-pull mat slam. Fire leaves the ring as Ice goes for the pin, getting a two. Dona is calling for the tag and Azzy nearly gets it after a sit-out jawbreaker on the Binary Champion. She goes for the tag to Dona but Ice grabs her by the leg and ducks the resultant enzuigiri attempt. Except… Ice relaxes a moment too soon while still grasping Azzy’s leg and the Damsel in Dat Dress hits a modified mule kick that knocks her back, allowing her to bring in the Mistress of the Punk Plex!
Dona takes over on Ice as she gets up, throwing body blows and a few forearm shivers for good measure. Rotten doesn’t relent either, pushing Ice into the ropes and whipping her hard to the other side of the ring. A leaping shoulder tackle takes Ice down and Dona grins down at her opponent, then the Toxic Knockout delivers a leaping knee drop right to the heart of Ice, pinning for a near-fall. Fire gets a hold of Dona’s hair when the Ascendant Champion gets too close to the ropes but eats a back elbow for her troubles. That’s all it takes to give Ice the moment she needs, though, and she chop blocks Rotten, bringing her down for an ankle lock. Already close to the ropes, Dona reaches out for them only for Fire to pull them back so that they’re just out of reach. She does eventually get a fingertip grip on the bottom strand, though, leaving Fire to bite that finger and make Dona let go! The hold must still be broken, though, and Ice tags in Fire. Dona lunges at Ice but she ducks the clothesline, grabbing Rotten after a superkick from Fire and delivering a snap DDT! Fire quickly covers, but Dona kicks out at two! Azzy, back in her team’s corner, slaps the ropes to try and get the fans into this, to support Dona.
To the Toxic Knockout’s credit, though, she smiles through the punishment. Fire lays in kicks and stomps on her, then a standing moonsault, but the Ascendant Champion keeps fighting back. A second moonsault lands Fire chest-first on Dona’s knees and she makes her way to her corner. Fire tackles her before that can happen and Dona drives a couple boots into her face to try and make her let go. Ice, already seeing what’s coming, comes around and yanks Azzy off the apron, leading to a brawl on the floor! Dona, with no one to tag, is hair-pulled by Fire and yanked into a reverse DDT for another near-fall. Catching a glimpse of Azurine and Ice on the floor trading chest slaps, Dona pulls herself up via the ropes and sidesteps a charging Fire, hitting a drop toe hold that sends her down hard against the second rope! Grabbing her by hair and shorts, Dona sends Fire right out of the ring and, with Azzy yanking Ice in the way, causes the two to crash into one another! Vebbins tags in, then gets down on all fours so that Dona can spring off her back with a somersault suicida, wiping out the Binary Champs! She hurls Fire back into the ring after, where Azzy waits to deliver a bridged Northern Lights suplex for a near-fall, broken up only by Ice hitting the ring just in the nick! Azzy hits a reverse STO as the referee hustles Ice out, then tags in Dona.
Dona looks for her patented PUNK-PLEX on Fire only for Ice to come in and pull her partner away! Azzy comes back in, tackling Ice out of the way which gives Fire enough time to rake the eyes of Dona fiercely! The referee is dealing with the illegal interlopers and Dona, despite temporary loss of sight, sets up Fire for another PUNK-PLEX attempt only for her to elbow her way out before Rotten can lock in the half-nelson! Ice sends Azzy into the ring post and while the ref checks on her, Ice leaves the ring to compound the punishment… and subtly slips Fire one of the titles while the official’s back is turned! Fire smashes the belt into the face of Dona and delivers the FIRESTARTER, the referee turning to count as Ice incapacitates Azzy, allowing Fire to get the shocking one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And your winners at sixteen minutes and forty-five seconds, the duplicitous Binary Champions with more tricks than Moxie Gilette ever dreamed of… FIRE AND ICE!
Azzy gets in to check on her partner as Fire and Ice abscond with their titles. The Toxic Knockout, a bit of a wound opened up on her forehead, is both woozy and a bit pissed. She rises under her own power and leaves the ring, snarling, as Azzy looks on with concern.
Ned Roberts: Probably should have seen such tactics coming, but in the end Fire & Ice are talented, both when playing by the rules and when using dirty tricks. That helped lead them to this win.
Dominic Price: Yeah, but I know that look on Dona’s face, brother, and it ain’t a good one. I wonder, though: you think the boss-lady is gonna have something to say about this one, too?
Ned Roberts: She might. It wasn’t as egregious as the situation between Pet and Iphy, but...
Dominic Price: Yeah, and she’s a busy lady on top of that. For now, Fire & Ice get to ride high. But no shame due for Dona or Azzy; they gave ‘em a good scrap.
Rachel: So you ready for tonight babe?! This is your big day, you are in the main event!
Jenny smiles back in return as she glances over at her wife.
Jenny: Of course I am ready. I have been waiting for this moment. It’s time to get that mojo back and it won’t be long before my dreams become a reality.
Rachel: Well my dreams are already a reality considering I get to go home to those boobs every night!
Jenny smiles as she looks at her upper body.
Jenny: You don’t think the cosplay is too much do you?!
Rachel: Not at all… Although…
Something catches Rachel’s attention as she taps Jenny on the shoulder.
Rachel: Babe what’s that?!
Jenny immediately turns around and as she does she can see smoke coming from underneath a door and as soon as Jenny sees this she quickly jumps back.
Jenny: OH MY GOD WHAT’S GOING ON?! SOMETHING IS ON FIRE!!!!
Rachel slowly nods her head.
Rachel: Babe let’s go get some he…
Jenny: I WILL SAVE WHOEVER IS IN THERE!!!
Jenny immediately runs towards the door as Rachel stomps on the ground throwing a temper tantrum.
Rachel: NO... JENNY YOU ARE BLACK!!!!! In the horror flick you are supposed to run THE OTHER WAY!!!!
Jenny walks through the door and as soon as she gets through the door a huge bucket of custard falls down and it covers her face. Jenny stands there dumbfounded as her wife slowly enters next and she begins to giggle.
Jenny: Why are you laughing?! AND WHAT IS THAT!!!!
Rachel looks around as she sees a fog machine that was causing the smoke. She looks at the ground seeing the bucket that hit the ground and she begins to crack up.
Rachel: It looks like somebody pulled a prank on you… You totes walked right into that trap.
Jenny: It’s not that funny who in their right mind would want to pie me in the face?!
Rachel walks over to Jenny and wipes a finger on her face as she slowly puts it in her mouth.
Rachel: Yum… Tastes like custard….You know I would say it would have probably been me like 3 years ago but I was simply flirting with you at those comic conventions other than that I have no idea. You have to have somewhat of an idea…
Jenny stands there crossing her arms.
Jenny: Well there was this one time in another company where my sister in law Crystal…
Rachel: NO I KNEW SHE COULDN’T BE TRUSTED… Always changing her identity and personality every week and…
Jenny: Well she’s an actress and isn’t that what YOU DO as a cosplayer?
Rachel: I plead the fifth…
Jenny: Anyway what I was going to say there was this annoying Scottish woman named Rainbow and it is just like her to GUNGE somebody. Perhaps she signed a deal with this company, perhaps she’s trying to get me… perhaps….
Rachel: Skittles… Taste the rainbow? Or maybe custard… taste the custard?!
Jenny: No... Just no… Whoever it is I will get to the bottom of this.
Rachel: And I will be right by your side!
Jenny: I doubt you will Aerith dies on disc 1 like this.
Jenny makes a stabbing motion as Rachel grabs her stomach as she falls right into the custard.
Jenny: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I will avenge you!!!!!
Jenny walks away as she sees a random box that could possibly hide somebody inside on the ground. Jenny raises an eyebrow as she looks at it.
Jenny: What is this box doing here?! Nevermind it’s just a box…
With that she walks away from her custard covered wife as we go to elsewhere.
Dominic Price: That… was both adorable and goofy as shit. Who pulls that kinda prank anyway?!
Ned Roberts: It was pretty creative if you think about it. But I’m wondering the same. Who even does that?
Allison: Look at you… close to being on top of the world once again. I have to admit, maybe this little “reclamation project” isn’t going to take as long as I thought. I mean… after you won… holy crap, I’ve got everyone blowing up my phone line trying to get a piece of you. Of course, that should come to no surprise considering you were ALWAYS born to be a star.
Luciana just chuckles at this, knowing the familiarity of being a top star all to well.
Luciana: I guess winning that match really WAS “Change part 3” wasn’t it?
Allison has a bit of a nervous chuckle to herself.
Luciana: Going back to my successful look was part one, reuniting with you was part two and winning that match was part three.
Allison: Alright Luciana… that’s fair enough. You got me on that one. It just sucks that you have to carry around a couple of dead weights tonight, isn’t it?
Luciana: You’re telling me…
Allison: I mean… who in the bloody hell is Jennifer Williams anyway? Have you ever heard of her?
Luciana: Nope…
Allison: And Aubrey Cassidy is apparently some champion from some other company. I’d knock that but considering you’re touting your accomplishments from your earlier career, that’d be a little hypocritical. So… maybe there’s some hope with her.
Luciana: How about no? The thing of it is, I’ve heard a lot of things about HER and from what I’ve heard, she’s all tweet and talk and little of action. But hey, maybe she can learn how to be a champion from me. Her old marriage, from what I heard, failed to do that. Why are they in this main event with me again? I think I’ll even go on record stating that Sam might have better partners than I do. I’m disgusted by mine, for sure…
Allison: But hey, how many times have you carried around dead weight?
Luciana: I know, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a few proteges I’ve taken under my wing… though only ONE ever amounted to anything. But the rest of them? Dead weight.
Allison: It sucks that the one protege that DID become a big star doesn’t want your legacy to be a part of who they are… after all you did for her.
Luciana: She’s not important…
Allison: Still… you’re turning 35 soon, you’re running out of time for someone to pass on your legacy to and for someone that is going to carry on what YOU built long after you’re gone… and obviously, your daughter is 17 years away from coming close to that.
Luciana: What are you getting at?
Allison: Follow me…
Allison turns and begins to walk away from the scene. Luciana is confused but she nonetheless follows her down the hallway and to the door of a locker room.
Allison: Luciana… I would like you to meet… change… part… FOUR!
Luciana raises an eyebrow in confusion as Allison opens the door, revealing change part four as a young lady in her early twenties. She’s not dressed to wrestle, obviously but once Luciana sees her, she raises her eyebrows as her eyes light up.
Luciana: Allison… you didn’t…
Luciana and Allison walk into the room to meet this young woman.
Allison: I did… I got you a new protege… and not just ANY protege, I got you one of THE best female prospects on the Independent scene…
Luciana: I know who you are, I follow Indy wrestling very well. I can’t remember your name though… what is it again?
Woman: Dakota…
Dakota extends her hand to Luciana who wastes no time in shaking it.
Dakota: Dakota Mendoza.
Luciana: You don’t idolize me, do you?
Dakota: No…
Luciana: Good! You’re off to a great start already. You’re ahead of the curve. Let me tell you something Dakota… you couldn’t have picked a better woman to learn from. Follow my lead and you’ll be a star like me in no time.
Dakota: I’m REALLY looking forward to learning from you!
Luciana: I like that you’re eager. Listen, you and Allison can stay back here and I’ll go out there and show you your very first lesson in how to be a main event star like me. Allison… you’ve done good again… REAL good!
Allison: I aim to give you the best that you deserve! Now… go out there and show them why you’re still one of the best women of your generation.
Luciana winks.
Luciana: I shall do that! Thank you!
Luciana walks away, leaving her publicist alone with her protege as the scene fades out.
Demanding that she start for her side, Luciana immediately points out Samantha on the other side of the ring and states that she wants to fight the champ right here, right now! Bandit had been ready to start for her side, but Hamilton willingly puts out her hand and steps into the ring post-tag to get face-to-face with Verdoza! The fan noise is too high to hear what’s being said but whatever it is torques Luciana off as she responds with a headbutt to Hamilton, knocking her to the mat! She throws her arms up and yells her superiority to the booing masses, failing to notice that Sam’s up mighty quick! Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she whips a suddenly-surprised Luciana around, boots her in the midsection and locks her in for the WRATH OF THE TITANS! Luciana shoves herself free and backs into her team’s corner, staring daggers at Sam who holds her hand up with the thumb and forefinger barely apart, a clear taunt that she was almost done right there! Verdoza, back on her feet, tosses her hair over her shoulder and makes ready to lock up with Hamilton… when Cassidy slaps her on the shoulder and tags herself in! Luciana is NOT happy about this and Jennifer’s efforts to smooth things over are all but ignored! Verdoza, fuming, gets out onto the apron as a smirking Cassidy turns right into a big boot from Sam, leading to a short two-count!
Samantha is riding high after this while Aubrey seethes and Luciana wears a look of “I told you so!”. Turning back to Sam, Aubrey charges her but stops short when Hamilton moves to the side to dodge what’s coming; it was a ploy to get Sam out of position Aubrey wrecks her shit with a vicious lariat. With the champion down, Aubrey grins but doesn’t waste much time celebrating. She pulls Sam up by her blonde hair and shoves her into the ropes, delivering a hard knee to the midsection. A full-on Irish whip follows and Sam ducks both a clothesline and a back elbow, getting up a head of steam for a counterattack! She leaps right at Aubrey who, shockingly, catches the Galactic Champion and puts her on the canvas with the AUBREY DRIVER, getting a two-count! The other Shieldmaidens cheer their fellow member on from the corner and Aubrey, dragging Samantha up to her feet, goes to the corner and firmly tags in Jennifer, demanding that she “earn her keep”!. Jennifer takes over with an arm wringer and gets the champion down to a knee before further grinding her down with an elbow to the shoulder, putting an armbar on Hamilton. She refuses to give up and finds her way to her feet, sending Jennifer into the corner twice to break her grip. Wobbling, Jennifer still gets out of the way of Samantha’s rush but not the back kick that follows. Hamilton, delivering a chokeslam, goes to tag in Bandit. Bandit comes in hard on Jennifer, first using an assisted moonsault on the Lady Dream for a two-count. Jennifer stays in it, going for the arm of Bandit the same as she did on Sam. Bandit’s inexperience costs her a bit and she spends more time in a Fujiwara armbar than is safe before finally reaching the ropes. Some damage done, she makes to tag in Bullet with Jennifer only realizing what was going on moments later, drawing the ire of her partners.
When Jennifer gets close to the ropes, hitting a springboard bulldog on Bullet, she’s confronted by the referee who tells her that Luciana tagged her at the ropes. Confused, not about what happend but WHY it happened, she turns to Luciana who glares her right back onto the apron! Bullet, back to her feet, pulls Luciana into an inside cradle for two and gets a basement dropkick in on the number one contender to Samantha’s title. Bullet keeps up the pressure with straight forearms after mounting Luciana, but her arm is caught after a few blows and she’s twisted into a cross armbreaker that has her scrambling to the ropes, just reaching them before Luciana can lock her hands. Back on her feet, Bullet stays in motion much like her name would imply. Ducking Luciana’s high kick, she hits the ropes and rocks Verdoza with a rolling elbow! Still on her feet, Luciana comes back with a headbutt as she had with Samantha, rocking Bullet… but not for long! A forearm uppercut stuns Verdoza and several body shots only exacerbate this! Right away, Bullet snares Luciana and seeks her DIOS ES UNA BALA but Verdoza yanks free and backs into the ropes. Feeling Aubrey approach, Verdoza wrenches away and Bullet, wanting another crack at the contender charges… her forearm shot knocking Cassidy off the apron! Jennifer checks on her only to be brushed off as Luciana blasts Bullet with a superkick and her signature CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER, coming within a hair of a three-count!
Bandit nearly comes in to break things up and that’s enough for Aubrey to get into the mix, spearing her almost out of her boots! Raining down rights on half of the Binary Championship number one contenders, Aubrey soon feels herself pulled off by Hamilton, who delivers a backcracker that leaves Cassidy arched up on the canvas! Bandit rolls out of the ring and Luciana, looking for a shot at weakening the Galactic Champion, ascends to the top rope quick-like and spikes Samantha with the ARRIVEDERCI! Supremely satisfied with herself, the top contender turns around as Bullet snares her arm and sends her down with the DIOS ES UNA BALA, this time hitting it full-force! Aubrey Cassidy, having none of this crap, nails WRATH OF A LOPEZ on the distracted Bullet before finding herself knocked to the mat with a single-knee facebreaker followed by Bandit’s high-impact SNOWBIRD SPLASH! Bandit is back on her feet quick, whipping around when she feels Jennifer coming upon her! Shocked into stillness, Williams holds up her hands in a sign of peace and takes a shot to the midsection for her troubles as Bandit is taking NO chances here! But Jennifer moves on instinct, evading Bandit’s planned assault and delivering the EXECUTIVE DECISION! The finisher fiesta has left everyone but Jennifer, who isn’t legal, down and almost out! Luciana moves back to her team’s corner and enters the ring from there, shoving Jennifer aside and making a beeline for the still-legal Bullet! Intending to make her suffer the face of the ARRIVEDERCI the same as Samantha had, an inverted atomic drop is used to stun Bullet, who still swings wildly but takes a belly-to-back driver before she can connect. Jennifer, the disrespect finally getting to her, tags herself in much to Luciana’s chagrin! Heading to the top rope, Williams comes off with the STOCK MARKET CRASH… and eats knees!
On the mat clutching her midsection, Jennifer is pulled up by Bullet, who tags in Bandit! A running dropkick sends an apron-perched Aubrey right back to the floor and, on the other side of the ring, Hamilton waylays Luciana and the two women start a slugfest near the ringside barricade! Mere moments later, VOTE WITH A BULLET connects and Jennifer goes down, with Bullet diving onto Aubrey while the battle between Sam and Luciana rages, leaving no one to break up Bandit’s pin of Jennifer for the one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And your winners of our main event at twenty-two minutes and nineteen seconds… those Harley-riding, heart-stealing beauties we know and love as… THE SHIELDMAIDENS!
Dominic Price: What a fight, brother! Talk about some hard-hitting action! These six women left pieces of themselves everywhere… figuratively and damn near literally speaking!
Ned Roberts: It was miscommunication on the side of Luciana’s team and the pure chemistry of the Shieldmaidens that got this win for the latter… but man, that was close! I-hey! What the hell?!
Luciana, in a fury over the defeat, berates both Aubrey and Jennifer, with the former likewise pissed but deciding after only a second or two that she doesn’t need to hear this crap. Luciana presses the issue and eats a slap from Aubrey, leading to them going chest-to-chest! Jennifer tries to get in between them and break things up bit Luciana lays her out with a right hand and puts the boots to her. Aubrey seems to find this amusing until Luciana kicks her right over the top rope with a pump kick, sending her sprawling to the floor!
Dominic Price: The hell is this supposed to prove?!
Ned Roberts: That you don’t get in the way of Luciana Verdoza?!
Jennifer, in pain, finds herself rained upon by Luciana with kicks and stomps before, out of nowhere, Samantha Hamilton comes in to make the save, shoving Luciana aside! Knocked into the ropes and getting a bit tangled, Luciana is fuming as Samantha helps Jennifer to her feet. Williams, unsteady, thanks her for it… but Verdoza recovers faster than expected! She yanks the title off of Sam’s shoulder and when the champion turns around, she takes gold to the mush!
Ned Roberts: Hamilton just got blasted with her own title! Where the hell is security?!
Bullet and Bandit, already on their way to the ring when Luciana makes her swing, almost get hold of her before she slides out under the bottom rope, spreading her arms wide and daring them to take a shot! And were it not for the state of Samantha, they very well might have!
Dominic Price: The number one contenders are thinking better of going after Verdoza here… better to check on their partner. But what a cheap shot! I wouldn’t be surprised if Hamilton needed stitches!
Ned Roberts: She very well might! And I’m hearing that in the back, Chrysanthe Kanelos is furious about this!
Dominic Price: I don’t blame her a bit! But how’s she gonna react?!
Ned Roberts: That much I don’t know, but I do know we’re out of time, fans! See you in two weeks for Discovery #7!
The last shot is of the Shieldmaidens in the ring, Bullet and Bandit helping Samantha up as shown on the big screen while, beneath that on the stage, Luciana motions to her waist with her hands, drawing a glare from all three Maidens… especially Samantha!
Ned Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Discovery! Ned Roberts here with the best seat in the house, next to my rabble-rousing partner-in-crime, The Dom! What do ya say, Dom?!
Dominic Price: HOW THE FUCK ARE YA, PHILADELPHIA, PA?!
The fans, naturally, roar their silly heads off! Philly fans are super fans and they’ve got a kindred spirit at the table where Dominic is concerned![/i]
Dominic Price: Ned, my brother, thing are on the UPS! Last week, Discovery came ROARING back under the leadership of the LOVELY Chrysanthe Kanelos and tonight? Tonight we just keep on ROCKING!
Ned Roberts: Easy, Dom! We don’t know yet if Miss Kanelos is fond of boisterous flirting!
Dominic Price: Come on! The Dom calls it like he sees it and there’s not a lady on this PLANET that doesn’t like to be told she’s sexy at least once in a while!
Chuckling and shaking his head, Ned has to nod in agreement to his partner’s assessment.
Ned Roberts: All right, you got me there! But it wouldn’t hurt you to be less Chris Tucker and more Barry White, would it?
Dominic Price: Hey, you’re the one with the bedroom voice, brother!
Shrugging and grinning a little, Ned accepts that point.
Ned Roberts: So true, so true. But we’re here to call some action tonight, Dominic! And our main event is going to be positively brimming with it! The Galactic Champion and the new number-one contenders to the Binary Championships, the Shieldmaidens-
Dominic Price: As a full unit, boys and girls!
Ned Roberts: -are taking on Samantha Hamilton’s next challenger for the gold in a driven Luciana Verdoza as well as her two partners, the verbose and vivacious Aubrey Cassidy and a heroine for all ages, Jennifer Williams!
Dominic Price: THAT is a match loaded with looks, brawn and brains, Ned, and I’m not sure the arena can contain it all!
The fans sound as though they agree but are also clearly willing to let the women give it a go so they can find out!
Ned Roberts: But that’s far from all, folks! The new Binary Champions, Fire & Ice, will be taking on a very peculiar mix of opponents as they tackle the Ascendant Champion, Dona Rotten...
Dominic Price: Eddy Poe is a lucky man, Ned; women like Dona are rare like prime rib and twice as delicious!
Ned Roberts: Whoa, there... heading into Spazz territory, Dom!
Dominic Price: That’s why I need you next to me at the table, brother! With all these dimes being tossed around that ring, a man could forget himself!
Appreciative laughs from the fans.
Ned Roberts: ...and Miss Rotten will be teaming up with the endearing Azurine Vebbins in this non-title encounter!
Dominic Price: Now there’s a girl who would keep you on your toes! But people get so wrapped up in her lifestyle and eloquence that they forget how good she can be in the ring. But Sam Hamilton can damn sure tell you some stories!
The screen changes from the tag match to a one-on-one encounter, the third of the nights featured matches… and just the sight of Pet being on the screen causes boos and catcalls galore!
Ned Roberts: Also, in one-on-one action, Pet will take on the former Binary Champion, Iphy Kopadi!
Dominic Price: Pet, man… never met a mirror she didn’t make out with. Even I ain’t go much nice I can say about her. She’d better put her cockiness aside tonight, though. Iphy is double-tough and on a mission.
Ned Roberts: The young lady wants to recoup after RE:Discovery and I don’t blame her. Tonight, she gets her opportunity. But let’s send it to the ring for the night’s first match!
[Match 1: One-on-One Action!!]
A newcomer to Discovery, Ryleigh Mathis locks up with Kamila Rose in the opening match. The two women start off a bit cautiously both due to Ryleigh feeling out her new surroundings and Kamila being a bit off-kilter as of late. When they lock up, Kamila immediately becomes the aggressor, locking in on Mathis and trying to force her down to a knee. Ryleigh resists and snares Rose in a headlock, bringing her down to the mat. She rises swiftly while Rose is a bit slower to ascend, staring coldly at Ryleigh. When they clash again, Kamila taps into her darkness, slapping Ryleigh and then delivering a headbutt that makes her stagger back a step. She snaps out of it a moment later but Mathis, seeing where this fight might go, is much freer about her nastiness and snatches Kamila by the hair, giving her a receipt for the headbutt before hair-maring her to the mat and kicking her square in the back. Yanking her to the mat by her hair, Mathis goes for the cover and gets a two.
Kamila tries to shake off the assault as Ryleigh doubles her over with a knee to the midesction before driving an elbow down between her shoulders. Kamila fights back with a few chops and attempts a running kick that Ryleigh cartwheels away from, naling a SCHEMIN’ AND DREAMIN’ enzuigiri that again drops Kamila for a longer two. She shoves Mathis away when she pulls herself up but it only makes Mathis laugh while Rose struggles to maintain her footing. A charge from Ryleigh sees her elevated over the top rope but she lands on the apron and snatches a handful of Kamila’s hair. Kamila rears back like a cobra, almost catching Mathis in the nose with the back of her head; the surprise of it being enough to make her let go. Kamila whips around with a spinning backfist, then a pele kick that leaves Ryleigh hanging with one hand gripping the top rope! With a short running start, Kamila hits a front dropkick between the ropes, knocking Mathis to the floor, right on top of the barricade!
Wowing the crowd with a no-hands tope con hilo onto her opponent, Kamila is feeling the energy from Philly and seems to be getting back into the swing. She shoves Mathis into the barricade and charges in with a jumping knee, but Ryleigh moves and Kam goes right into the first row! Scrambling for the ring, Mathis rolls back in around the count of three and exhorts the official to keep counting! Kamila makes it back in around the count of nine and Ryleigh lowers the boom on her with fists and elbows. PUT A SOCK IN IT connects, followed by a hair-pull small package, but Kamila wrenches an arm free and grabs the nearby ropes to break it up, irritating Mathis! She pulls Kamila up by the hair and Rose blocks the short-arm clothesline, blasting Mathis with slaps and chops, finishing with a pele kick for a count of two! Ryleigh is a bit wobbly after taking that kick, swinging wildly at Kamila. One swing in particular lets Rose shove her hard into the turnbuckles chest-first and as a result Mathis staggers right into the RABBIT’S FOOT and goes down long enough for the one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And the winner of this hot little match via pinfall in seven minutes and eighteen seconds… our own little Canadian dream… KAMILA ROSE!
Dominic Price: Kamila still deals with a bit of, shall we say, unbalanced thinking. But when she gets her focus on, she’s tough to stop.
Ned Roberts: Ryleigh damn sure tried. Both women are gonna have lumps later, but I think Rose might have a few more.
[Segment One: Decision Made!]
Looking in upon the office of Discovery GM Chrysanthe Kanelos, we see that she’s entertaining Aubrey Cassidy for the moment. And moment is indeed the proper time frame as Cassidy soon turns on her heel, after shaking the boss’s hand, and leaves the room with a Cheshire grin on her face. She saunters right past the camera with a smirk and on down the hall. Miss Kanelos, seeing the camera outside, gives it a wink and closes her office door, leaving us all wondering!
Dominic Price: So… what do ya think, brother? What did Aubrey choose? For that matter, what were her options?! My inquisitive mind just can’t take the suspense!
Ned Roberts: Patience comes with age, Dom, so I’ll be the calm one. Verbose as Aubrey is, I’m sure we’ll find out what she chose in due course.
[Segment Two: Sailing With the Wind!]
Discovery fades to ringside and the crowd is booing as a confident Luciana Verdoza stands in the center of the ring all alone. Of course, she has every reason to be confident considering the events of Re:Discovery in which she became the number one contender to the Galactic Championship in a rather surprising outcome. Of course, the outcome is of no surprise to Luciana who has a smirk on her face as she begins to express her thoughts.
Luciana: It turns out that those calling for me to retire were a little premature in what they were saying. Two weeks ago, against all odds, against all criticism, I was the one that stepped up to the plate and won that number one contender’s match to face Sam Hamilton two shows from tonight at Discovery #8! Those of you that have followed my career from the beginning, all the way back in 2007, you shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve seen me travel all around the world and do what I have done in my career: four world championships, three women’s championships, becoming the celebrity I have become in the fashion capital of the world in Milan over the last couple of years. Why is this an unexpected surprise? Because I was gone for so long? Because prior to that match, I wasn’t myself in there?
Guess what… you were proven WRONG!
The crowd continues to boo her.
Luciana: You may hate it all you want, but the fact of the REALITY is that the bitch really IS back and finally, after three long years, after my previous promotion screwed me by shutting down on me after I won a hard earned, well deserved world title shot, I am getting what I had to earn three years ago and what I had to RE-earn two weeks ago! What you all witnessed was the REDISCOVERY of Luciana Verdoza! You witnessed the REDISCOVERY of my legacy and I am going to add one more piece of the puzzle to that legacy when I beat Sam Hamilton and claim my FIFTH World Championship. Sam… tonight, we are going to get to know each other very well and I can’t wait to take that title from you… I mean… in the young history of Galactic Wrestling there has been FAR too much of a “Shieldmaiden presence” around here… if you know what I mean. No worries, I’m going to put a stop to it because Sam…
I didn’t win that match two weeks ago as a “last hurrah”. That wasn’t my “last stand”. That wasn’t my “one hit wonder” moment in Galactic. I will NOT allow you or ANYONE in this company to make my moment of glory two weeks ago fleeting! You’re not just going to face me, Sam… well.. If I beat you it’ll only be once… but if it’s the other way around… NO… I’m NOT a “one and done”, “thank you, next” challenger. I’m a pioneer and a barrier breaker and in four weeks from tonight, I’ll be EXACTLY that… EXACTLY what this company needs. So, I’ll see you tonight when I get a taste of what you’re all about and to my two tag team partners… two people PRIVILEGED enough to team with glory like me… DO NOT mess this up for me… because I’ve been in this business a long time…
And I’ve had enough of anchors dragging me down!
Luciana tosses aside the microphone as she leaves the ring to some loud boos from the audience. Of course, the top contender to the Galactic Championship scoffs and brushes them off as she heads up the ramp and to the back.
[Match 2: One-on-One Action!]
Nicky comes into the match with a chip on her shoulder, showing a ton of verve as she walks right up to Legion and shoves the larger woman back! Legion stumbles and catches her footing, giving Silver first a curious look… then a grin. She aims a big boot at the young lady’s head but Nicky gets in under that leg, braces it against her shoulder and drops to her knees. The wrenching of the joint has Legion hissing in pain and Nicky, backing off a few steps, makes a rush at the larger woman. Finding herself in a goozle, Nicky is prepped for a chokeslam but kicks out and fetches the knee of Legion, the bigger woman dropping her as the pain shoots up her leg. This time, Silver goes all the way to the ropes, rebounding and nailing a clothesline at a downward angle, driving Legion to the mat. She’s forced off her opponent at one but Nicky stays in motion, landing stomps on the bigger woman and eventually kicking her out of the ring beneath the bottom rope.
Legion lands on her feet, albeit unsteadily, and is turning toward the ring with a snarl when Nicky is already in motion. She leaps at the ropes, grabbing the top strand and swinging herself through them, trying to blast Legion off her feet with a dropkick! Legion sidesteps Silver and she lands in a roll, coming up quick to her feet. Legion, however, catches her before she can turn, blasting her with a lariat to the back of the head! Silver goes down hard and the now-pissed Legion picks her back up by the hair, yelling something at her before grabbing her gear with the other hand and slinging her hard into the ringside barricade! She gets a taste of the other side for good measure, too, before Legion tosses Nicky back into the ring… shoving her hard against the apron chest-first beforehand! Her leg still bothers her but Legion tries to push through the pain as she rolls back into the ring, stalking Nicky. Legion snares her arm and drops an elbow or two on her shoulder, leaving Nicky doubled-over in pain. A wringer follows, then a jumping double-knee armbreaker. Legion pulls Nicky into a Fujiwara armbar, giving the young brawler a taste of her own medicine by focusing hard on that one body part. Despite the size disadvantage, though, Silver reaches the ropes. Legion takes all four seconds to rub it in before she finally lets go.
Legion again reaches for the right arm of Nicky, grinding her elbow into the shoulder. Silver tries to break free with a few shots to Legion’s leg but gets jerked into a short-arm clothesline that takes her to the mat. Still with a hold of the right arm, Legion brings a leg over and drops it on said arm, the move stunning her a bit thanks to further agitation to her leg. She’s shocked in the next few seconds when Nicky wrenches out of her grip and goes for the leg on the mat, wrapping Legion into a modified heel hook. She does a good job of keeping the taller woman from the ropes, and though she eventually makes it there, the damage is done and Legion is having trouble getting to her feet. Nicky pulls her from the ropes and looks for a sharpshooter, trying to add more suffering for Legion and, again, making the bigger woman fight for the ropes. When she grabs them, Legion throws a stubborn Nicky back with a kick to the jaw from below, using the ropes to get vertical. Nicky kicks the leg again and Legion responds with a headbutt. She goes for THE KNIGHT’S AXE but Silver ducks the mist and hits the QUICK SILVER! Legion goes down and Silver makes the pin, in the process knocking Legion’s leg off the rope before the referee can see it!
Joan Arch: And your winner, snappy and snarky and not afraid to get a little sneaky… the scrappy Littl Spider herself… getting the pinfall at ten minutes and thirty-six seConds… NICKY SILVER!
Except Miss Silver takes a bit too long to celebrate, mostly to rub it in the faces of the fans in attendance. She backs up to leave the ring but backs right into a very tall form behind her. No double-take necessary here; Nicky turns with a right hand cocked back but gets grabbed around the throat as she had early in the match… except this time, forcing the pain from her mind, Legion accomplishes a ring-shaking chokeslam, leaving Nicky lying with a snarl before she, gingerly, departs the ring and heads backstage.
Dominic Price: Note to self: DO NOT tick off Legion!
Ned Roberts: She took the loss a bit hard there, but that’s understandable. Letting her temper get the better of her, though, won’t serve her well in the future.
Dominic Price: OR her opponents!
[Segment Three: A Reminder of What’s What!]
Ned Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Thursday Night Discovery! What a night we’ve had so far!Dominic Price: In-fucking-deed! And what a main event we’ve got in store! I’m definitely looking forward to seeing all six women come into play. Maybe it can turn into a cat fight even?!
Ned looks over with his eyebrows raised and shakes his head at Dominic.
Ned Roberts: I very highly doubt that.
The lights dim and the crowd starts to murmur in anticipation. Three Days Grace’s “Riot” starts playing and the Riot logo pops up on the entrance screen.
Dominic Price: Ooooooookay. I didn’t think we got some new matches in, but hey, I’m game.
Ned Roberts: Don’t think this is new.
Dominic Price: Then…?
Ned Roberts: Just shush and watch. I’m sure all will be revealed in time.
“If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off, so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up”
Vice President, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, , steps out first, to her immediate right stands her fellow group member, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, to her left, Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton. Stepping out to take their places on either end of the line are a pair of tattooed sisters, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire on the far right, Aoife Maguire on the far left. Slipping in to the right is another tattooed woman, Becca “Bruiser” Rogers, to the left is the painted woman, “Venom” Dona Rotten. With all seven in place, Bullet nods and they stare the ring down like it owes them all money.
“Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot”
As the chorus rages over the speakers, Bullet leads her group to the ring. They surround the ring, Bandit and Psycho going around the right while Bruiser and Aoife go to the left. Titaness and Venom follows Bandit and Psycho and then keep going so as to give the ring at least one Riot member on all four sides.
“If you feel so filthy
So dirty, so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful, so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up”
They nod to each other as they wait for the chorus to kick in again.
“Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot”
As soon as it starts, Bullet nods and the six women all climb up into the ring and make their way to the middle, taking their places as they face the hard camera in the same order they stood on the stage. The chorus plays again and Bullet raises her fist, the other five doing the same in unison, all seemingly ready to conquer the world before them.
Dominic Price: Hey, some of them are on Enterprise!
Ned Roberts: That they are…
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton moves out of the ring and walks up to the commentator’s table. She takes a spare mic from off the table before walking back inside the ring with her sisters.
Dominic Price: Remind me again, is she taken?
Ned Roberts: I doubt she’s even in your league, Dominic.
Sam flashes a coy smirk, hinting she heard and tucked the commentators’ words in her head before raising the mic up towards her lips. She gets a slightly mixed reaction, with about half of the crowd popping for her and the Shieldmaidens. The other seems less than pleased … particularly as she pats the Galactic Championship draped over her right shoulder.
Samantha Hamilton: So … now that I’ve successfully defended this, let’s get one thing straight right here and now. There was only one thing even remotely ‘lucky’ that I’ll admit, and it was me being chosen. Literally anyone on the roster who wasn’t booked could have been put in my place when Episode Four aired!
She shakes her head no adamantly.
Samantha Hamilton: But it wasn’t. And for anyone who still wants to think this was some elaborate set-up … get a wake-up call, before I give you one. All I was asked - by Melinda herself - was if I was available for a last second match that was able to be scheduled that night. Didn’t mention that a title would be up for grabs. Nothing aside from the possibility of me getting to fight on a night I wasn’t supposed to was ever brought up. So .. with me being the fighter, the wrestler I am … I accepted.
The crowd erupts, the same chorus of half-boos and half-cheers resounding even louder now.
Samantha Hamilton: And regardless of what you all think, I’m damn glad I said yes. Episode Five gave a very good preview of how the next fights to come will turn out. Because I am not losing this strap easily. Certainly not anytime soon. But just as importantly ….
She gestures to her sisters behind her.
Samantha Hamilton: Basic math reveals that we’re very close to holding all the gold we can even rightfully claim as ours. All we’re missing … are the Tag Team titles.
The microphone is handed to Bullet, who stares at it for what seems like years.
Alex Carbajal: You all thought we would be gone, didn’t you?
With the crowd only sort of answering, Bullet gives a small nod, her eyes still seemingly glued to the microphone in her hand.
Alex Carbajal: You all thought that we would just abandon our sisters here to their own devices, effectively making the targets on them bigger. Some in charge here would have enjoyed that, considering what has happened to those of us that remain. Up until recently, we had been back-burnered. Sam and Psycho waiting for answers until they were finally able to make answers of their own! Jack and I…
A mirthless smile crosses Bullet’s face.
Alex Carbajal: We have been number one contenders to the Binary Championships since before General Managers were a thing here in Galactic Women’s Wrestling. We have earned the right to challenge twice now and yet, somehow, when it was time for Kopadi to be challenged, it was not us that were given that privilege. RJ and Widow are shown the door, Drago is shown the door, Zombie is pushed out, and at every turn there seems to be some excuse for why we should all just be happy about it. You think you weeded out the troublemakers and the problem children. You think you solved a problem. All you’ve really done…
Finally, she looks up from the microphone to the camera.
Alex Carbajal: Is start a Riot!
Samantha, whilst still towering over Bullet, leans down close enough to ensure she can be heard as she speaks up again.
Samantha Hamilton: And this Riot has only just begun. No one has seen just how violent this particular Riot has - or will, even - turn out. There’s a damn good reason movements like these have always been dangerous. History has shown it multiple times before. Now … it’s our turn to remind you all since, clearly, it’s needed.
Sam turns, looking towards the backstage area.
Samantha Hamilton: Aubrey Cassidy, Jennifer Williams and Luciana Verdoza … I have little doubts you are three competent fighters. But what I do question is if you’re ready for this main event, let alone to face three sisters-in-arms! Three women who ride and die with one another on a day-to-day basis!
The Titaness pauses, a smirk adorning her face as a thought comes to her.
Samantha Hamilton: Cheat if you so desire. Try it. I dare you. I’ve had people make such efforts. One idiot even punched me in the eye with brass knuckles. And yet, I still came out as the winner. So if you think petty tactics like that will be enough, you can sure as hell try. But don’t be surprised when we emerge victorious.
Bullet nods sharply.
Alex Carbajal: It is time for us to remind you all why we call this group, the Riot! Dios es una bala…
Bandit leans over to the microphone.
Jackie Layton: BANG!!!!
Dominic Price: So close yet so far away! But my issues with relationships aside, I’m thinking that these young ladies are looking to make a very forceful statement tonight, Ned!
Ned Roberts: It’s almost enough to make one feel bad for their opponents, but knowing Aubrey, Jennifer and Luciana, they’re going to welcome the fight.
[Match 3: One-on-One Action!]
Due to a late-show switch, Aurora Zambrotta finds herself facing a young woman announced as Ellie Dartmouth, a local star if the cheers at her name are any indicator. Aurora starts things off quickly, bull-rushing Ellie at the bell and quickly knocking her to the mat by just barging into her. The local, a little surprised at this burst of speed and power, nods as she gets back to her feet and dares Zambrotta to do it again with her ready this time. The young powerhouse does so again and while Ellie doesn’t hit the mat, she does get knocked into the ropes! Stumbling forward, she’s bearhugged by Aurora, though it is far from a friendly gesture as the young star heaves Dartmouth up and over with a BIG belly-to-belly suplex that almost bounces her right out of the ring! To her credit, Ellie is back up and ready for more, again charging Aurora! Surprised, Zambrotta scoops her up for a big slam but Ellie drops down behind her and locks her arms around Aurora’s waist, putting her all into a German suplex… but finding herself unable to get the bigger woman up! Aurora shoves her rear end backwards, breaking away from Ellie, but turns right into a well-placed dropkick from the local star, the fans getting behind her a bit!
Aurora doesn’t go down, but she’s staggered and Ellie tries to pump herself up, going at Aurora with a series of chops to the chest. They rock Zambrotta, but the big woman refuses to go down. When she tosses a chop of her own, Ellie clutches her chest, her eyes wide as most of the air goes out of her. She stays on the attack, trying a clothesline or two, but she doesn’t have the power to take Aurora down! And her charge? Well, Zambrotta heaves her up with ease, holding her military press style for several moments, Aurora turning around so the fans can see the strength she possesses, before dropping Ellie over her shoulder and delivering a powerslam! The count gets close to three, but Ellie gets a shoulder up and Aurora, pleased, claps genuinely for her. She beckons Ellie up and hits a spinning wheel kick that knocks her back down. Dartmouth, refusing to give up, takes Aurora down with a surprise back leg trip, then leaps to the second rope for a twisting double-leg drop, landing right across Aurora’s chest! She goes for the pin… but gets thrown to her feet at two, shocked again by Aurora’s power! Again going for the crowd-induced pump-up, Ellie charges in with what looks to be a spear only for Aurora to catch her and deliver a crushing spinebuster! JUDGEMENT follows and Aurora gets the three-count!
Joan Arch: And your winner at five minutes and twenty-four seconds, folks… I know, I know, I believed in Ellie, too… the San Marino Strongwoman… AURORA ZAMBROTTA!
There’s still some cheers for Ellie, despite the loss, and Aurora is kind enough to help her up and give her another of those rib-cracking hugs (a nice one this time!) before leaving the ring. Ellie’s a bit beat up but her hometown fans give her a nice ovation as she leaves the ring.
Dominic Price: Considering the short notice here, no one shoulda expected Ellie to beat Aurora. The woman’s a tower of power! But she handled herself pretty good. Maybe she’ll get another shot sometime.
Ned Roberts: She has the verve, Dominic, so you might be right. Tonight, though, Aurora etches another win on her record and moves forward.
[Segment Four: At Least Semi-Serious!]
The backstage camera, roving about looking for the next big scene to boost those ratings, comes upon the door of the office of the General Manager, Chrysanthe Kanelos. There’s a voice or two within, but thanks to a nice, thick door, we aren’t getting to hear what’s the what on the other side. With some patience, however, the passage opens and a woman dressed all in black walks out. Usually there’d be a smile on her pale features and a little sauce in her manner, but as we gaze upon Lyra LeVeux-Donavan, there’s nothing but snarling fury about her. Even in the heat of early spring, she’s swathed entirely in the darkest color possible, from a long-sleeved hoodie to form-fitting black jeans. The camera almost melts from the heat in her eyes… eyes set upon a wounded face and a body that’s moving far more gently than the owner would like.
Monty Proust steps into view presently, hoping to get a few words from Enterprise’s answer to Bloody Mary, but her stare prompts him to pause mid-question.
Monty Proust: I… um… I’m sorry, is this a bad time?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Let’s just say you’re lucky that you’re cute.
A half-smile forms on Lyra’s features as an unsure-and-blushing Monty attempts to regain his composure.[/i]
Monty Proust: So… another chat with Chrysanthe Kanelos? Are you getting any closer to moving from Enterprise to Discovery?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: You ARE direct.
Faintly smiling again, Lyra puts an arm around Monty and leans in close, getting all conspiratorial as though there’s not a camera watching their every move.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Well, as you might have seen on Enterprise, I have a little business left over with a certain ignorant twat named Kate Steele. That must be tended to first.
Monty Proust: Bit of nasty business, that. You have a plan for her?
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Oh, very much. She will rue the day and all that. But don’t worry, Monty… once I know for sure where I intend to be, you and the rest of the world will know. Now, if you’ll excuse me?
Monty Proust: Oh, of course. Thank you for your time.
Grinning now, Lyra plants a kiss on Monty’s cheek, leaving a large, black lip imprint there as she saunters off (very gently) into the distance.
Dominic Price: Y’know, I’d be just fine having her around here. Not just for the wars with Dona but for their wild idea of a tag team!
Ned Roberts: It would be hard to stop those two as a tandem, that’s for sure. And being that the Binary Championships are defended on both Galactic shows… that’s very easy to turn into reality.
Dominic Price: Be still my achin’ heart!
[Match 4: One-on-One Action!]
Pet immediately tries to leave the ring, claiming that the fight is beneath her and that she has no intention of facing “some loser” who “couldn’t get a grip on their belts” two weeks ago. Iphy takes this in stride… before straight-up doing a chicken dance right in Pet’s face, daring the rubber-clad woman to do something about it! Pet starts stomping and screeching and demanding that her Haremites do something about that “Grecian trollop dirtying up MY ring!” which prompts one of them to roll into the ring and try to attack Iphy. Smiling at this, Iphy gets ready for them and when the young woman charges, Iphy simply trips her and kicks her out of the ring! A second one is ordered in but doesn’t get off as lightly: when she charges in, Iphy flips her up onto her shoulders and powerbombs her to the canvas, the first attacker having to help the second out of the ring. Iphy, dusting her hands off… and starts clucking again! Anger overtakes self-preservation and Pet storms the ring, slapping Iphy across the face and demanding that she knee and apologize. Rubbing her cheek, Iphy holds up her hands and seems to accept that order, going to her knees. Pet, shocked, almost smiles before Iphy reveals the ruse and takes her off her feet, grabbing Pet by the hair and bouncing her head off the mat a few times before the so-called Goddess can free herself and scramble back! Iphy, up on her knees again, stares right at Pet, turns her unslapped cheek towards the woman and sticks it out, as if offering up another swing!
Pet rears back, but then folds her arms and shakes her head no. She gets back to her feet and stands defiantly, refusing to fall for “tricks” from Iphy! That said, the two lock up and the Grecian shoves Pet into the corner, putting the pressure on her. Pet starts yelling about pulled hair and thumbed eyes, and though that clearly hasn’t happened, the referee forces a break. Iphy’s armor is starting to crack, though, registering irritation with her opponent. She turns to the official to ask if she really believes that crap from Pet and the Goddess attacks from behind, grabbing Iphy by the hair and yanking her backwards to the mat! Several angry stomps follow before Pet puts a foot on her chest and demands a count, getting barely a one before Iphy kicks out! Demanding a faster count while in the same breath telling the referee to “butt out” about her tactics, Pet uses the hair to hurl Iphy into the buckles so she can throw some gut kicks against her. She steps away after this barrage, demanding the worship of the fans and, surprisingly, getting a little support from the darker portions of the Philly crowd! Iphy is the one who’s least amused, though, and she grabs Pet around the waist tightly, trapping her arms as well before hitting a German that throws Pet into the buckles! Pulling her up by the arm, Iphy continues to keep up the pressure with a pair of snap suplexes followed with a bridged belly-to-back for a two-count. Pet keeps coming and Iphy keeps fighting until she gets an eyeful of Pet’s manicured nails. A snapmare and a low dropkick to the back follows and Pet tries for another pin, this time getting two and being none too happy about it.
Running Iphy’s face against the ropes, trying to burn it with the friction, Pet yanks her to the mat by the hair again and backs up onto the second rope, looking to deliver a high-impact stomp. Iphy rolls away at the last moment, leaving Pet off balance. Looking to put her opponent away, Iphy puts Pet on the ropes and nails her signature FALL FROM OLYMPUS! Rolling into the cover, Iphy nods with the count… which ends just before three when a Haremite puts Pet’s foot on the bottom rope! The referee does not see the infraction but DOES see the foot where it needs to be to break things, leaving Iphy a tad frustrated. Pet distracts the official as one of the Haremites tries to attack Iphy from the apron! She turns on the woman and knocks her to the floor with a forearm while Pet, no longer holding up the official (there’s another Haremite to do that), hits a low blow on Iphy and follows with her WEDGIED DDT! Pet goes for the cover, straddling Iphy and pinning her hands directly, having to shoo away her Haremite so that the referee can focus on the count. What the official doesn’t see, however, is that same Haremite holding Iphy’s legs so that she can’t break out as the referee counts to three!
Joan Arch: And your winner at fourteen minutes and three seconds, if you want to call it that after that little stunt… PET!
Exultant about her win, Pet jumps up and down before remembering her status as a Goddess and putting on a pose. Iphy, furious, goes to attack her but Pet scrambles from the ring, surrounded by several Haremites while she makes faces at Iphy and tells her how much she sucks! The referee keeps Iphy from attacking but the usually-sweet Grecian is fuming!
Dominic Price: Okay, I’m with Iphy here! That was crap! What the hell was the referee lookin’ at, Ned?!
Ned Roberts: Look at the replay, Dom; Pet had herself directly in the referee’s view. It was expertly done, whether you like her or not. But this IS a travesty.
Dominic Price: Pet needs a spankin’, and NOT in the good way!
Pet is backing up the ramp, heaping praise on herself when, suddenly, she’s interrupted by the powerful opening drums of “What You Want” by Evanescence. The fans are unfamiliar with this song in Galactic until, from behind the curtain, steps the General Manager, Chrysanthe Kanelos! Dressed in a smart black suit, white blouse and heeled black boots, she strides to the the top of the ramp, arms folded and microphone in hand. She stares first at Pet, who thinks she’s here to congratulate her, and then at Iphy in the ring. The music fades and Chrysanthe sighs and shakes her head.
Ned Roberts: The boss makes an appearance. I swear this is the first time I’ve seen her not smiling since she arrived in Galactic. That’s not a good sign.
Dominic Price: Especially with a smile like hers, brother! But hopefully she does something about this situation!
A few moments later, Chrysanthe holds up a hand to stall Pet’s constant chatter and lifts the mic.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Look, I don’t know what you folks and the locker room are used to around here with the way things go down, but this is a new Discovery and what I just saw take place in that ring raises my hackles something fierce.
She turns to the Goddess of the Harem who, quite blithely, is holding out her arm for Chrysanthe to raise it. This makes the GM pause before she, still calmly but very sternly, addresses the rubber-clad woman.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: First of all, put your silly hand down. You do NOT get props for winning like that. You’re lucky I don’t fine or suspend you for acting a fool like that and making a mockery of this match!
Briefly taken aback, Pet rolls her eyes and gestures for her her Harem to follow as she heads backstage. Or tries to.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: I did not give you permission to leave, Pet, and if you value your job here you will walk right back out here and stand where I can see you.
Mockingly humoring the GM, Pet does just that. Chrysanthe turns to Iphy and addresses her now.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Miss Kopadi, unfortunately the referee’s decision is final. There is nothing I can do about that. However, I am duly impressed by your toughness despite this rough patch that you’re in right now. And, as much as I hate to admit it, I am impressed by Pet as well despite her antics.
Of course, Pet takes this in a direction that it wasn’t intended for but, to her credit, Chrysanthe keeps her cool.
Chrysanthe Kanelos: And with Destiny’s Gate coming up in mere weeks, I’m looking for the best of my talent to be showcased. So here’s what we are going to do: in two weeks at Discovery #7, the two of you are going to battle again… this time with a shot at the Ascendant Championship hanging in the balance!
Not looking pleased about another fight with Iphy but certainly eager to see some gold come her way, Pet nods in satisfaction and grins, mocking Iphy from her relatively safe spot on the ramp. Chrysanthe has a bit of a smile on her face, though…
Chrysanthe Kanelos: Oh! And I should also mention that this match will be in a steel cage! What do you say to that, Philly?!
Philly loves the hell out of that! The only one who doesn’t, in fact, is Pet and her Harem! She stomps and yells, throwing a massive tantrum while Chrysanthe, in the center of this storm, stands with a smile on her face. Yes, she looks a little smug, but considering the company one might say she has the right!
Ned Roberts: Iphy Kopaid and Pet in a steel cage for an Ascendant Title shot?! That’s a license to print money!
Dominic Price: Couldn’t have said it better myself, brother! Best part is that you and The Dom have the best seats in the house for it!
Ned Roberts: I couldn’t agree more!
”What You Want” hits again as Chrysanthe leaves with a wave to the fans and heads backstage. Pet is still fuming while Iphy, all smiles once again, gets her attention and, one more time, clucks at her just to send the Goddess into further fits!
[Segment Five: Self-Motivation!]
Christina and Lilith were backstage in their locker room. They were both sitting there, their Binary Championships sitting in their laps as they looked down at them and then up at each other before glancing back down at their newly won championships from just a couple of weeks ago.
Christina: Man, it feels good to have some gold around our waists. We’ve worked for over two years for this Lil. Over two years of blood, sweat, and tears in front of at best a couple of hundred people just to prove that we are the best tag team wherever we go.
Lilith nods her head, keeping her eyes on her half of the championships as she seems lost in thought.
Lilith: Yeah, but we didn’t exactly prove anything last Discovery. All we proved was that we can beat one person when we have the numbers advantage. We may have been given the opportunity and we did make the most of it, but I just don’t like how we won the Binary Championships.
Christina: I know you don’t, but don’t forget, it’s not our fault one half of the former champions decided to take her ball and go home and leaving her wife that she supposedly loves to fend for herself in a handicap match. We can’t control that sort of shit. All we can do is make the most of the chance given to us. Much like tonight.
Christina lifts Lilith’s head up and looks her right in the eyes.
Christina: Tonight we go out there to that god damned ring and we show all of Galactic and all of the women on this damn roster why we hold these titles. We show everyone why we will be the best tag team in all of Galactic and nobody is going to stop us. Tonight we take out Dona Rotten and that fucking idiot and annoying pissant Azurine. God, I can’t wait to get in the fucking ring with that red-headed bimbo and knock that annoying dialect right out of her mouth.
Lilith lets out a giggle as she looks up at Christina who is already starting to fire herself up.
Christina: I know there aren’t many people out there that I actually like, but Jesus does Azurine take the cake for most annoying and most punchable. I want to strangle her every single time I see some stupid fucking tweet about some nonsense and ridiculous national this day or national that day. Who fucking cares?! I really feel bad for Dona having to team with her though. And what kind of fucking nickname is the Adorkable Angel? I mean seriously, she is a dork, but there is nothing adorable about her. Maybe I’ll make her look adorable after I’m done punching her repeatedly in the face and breaking her jaw or something. She can’t look much worse than she already does, so anything would be an improvement to me.
At this point, Lilith is just sitting there holding back laughter as she sits there attempting to keep a stoic face, but isn’t doing the best of jobs with it as she keeps watching Christina.
Christina: Tonight, my dear Lilith, we show everyone, especially Alex and Jackie that we are the real fucking deal. Tonight we cement ourselves as the top dogs in the Binary Division. Taking down Dona and Azurine will be just the first step. They might get along for tonight, but one night of teaming together isn’t going to be able to match our superior teamwork and knowledge of each other. We are a true tag team, we have no goals of being stars on our own. Our only goal is to make everybody want to try and take these Binary Titles from around our waists by showing everyone that we are the best damn tag team in all of Galactic. And tonight, we show the world that The Kingdom is still strong and will still be dominant here in Galactic and beyond.
Lilith: Tonight we make Dona and Azurine simply Melt Away in that ring when we face off with them.
The two stand up and give the warrior’s handshake as they grab each other’s forearms and grin at each other before grabbing their title and slinging them over their shoulders and heading out the door, closing it behind them.
Dominic Price: Proud and determined champions. Just a shame they turned to the dark side, even though the source of that darkness ain’t around no more.
Ned Roberts: Perhaps it is what they were meant to be all along. Let’s send it up to the ring for the night’s next match.
[Match 5: Non-Title Tag Team Action!]
Fire starts things off against Azurine, the two women locking up mid-ring. Fire’s height advantage allows her some leverage over the Adorkable Angel but it isn’t to last; Azzy gets behind her and heaves her up, driving her into the mat face-down and transitioning into a front facelock. Ice yells support from the corner while Dona likewise applauds Azzy taking one-half of the Binary Champs down. Fire is quick to fight up to her feet and elbow her way out of Azzy’s grip, throwing a hard chop that lands flush against Azzy’s chest. Vebbins fires back with a chop of her own and the two start teeing off on each other, the fans booing and cheering in equal measure depending on who’s catching the high-velocity chest slaps at that moment. Vebbins gets in a few unanswered shots but Fire cuts her off with a boot to the midsection. She tags in Ice and the champs work over Vebbins with stereo back kicks and a tandem hair-pull mat slam. Fire leaves the ring as Ice goes for the pin, getting a two. Dona is calling for the tag and Azzy nearly gets it after a sit-out jawbreaker on the Binary Champion. She goes for the tag to Dona but Ice grabs her by the leg and ducks the resultant enzuigiri attempt. Except… Ice relaxes a moment too soon while still grasping Azzy’s leg and the Damsel in Dat Dress hits a modified mule kick that knocks her back, allowing her to bring in the Mistress of the Punk Plex!
Dona takes over on Ice as she gets up, throwing body blows and a few forearm shivers for good measure. Rotten doesn’t relent either, pushing Ice into the ropes and whipping her hard to the other side of the ring. A leaping shoulder tackle takes Ice down and Dona grins down at her opponent, then the Toxic Knockout delivers a leaping knee drop right to the heart of Ice, pinning for a near-fall. Fire gets a hold of Dona’s hair when the Ascendant Champion gets too close to the ropes but eats a back elbow for her troubles. That’s all it takes to give Ice the moment she needs, though, and she chop blocks Rotten, bringing her down for an ankle lock. Already close to the ropes, Dona reaches out for them only for Fire to pull them back so that they’re just out of reach. She does eventually get a fingertip grip on the bottom strand, though, leaving Fire to bite that finger and make Dona let go! The hold must still be broken, though, and Ice tags in Fire. Dona lunges at Ice but she ducks the clothesline, grabbing Rotten after a superkick from Fire and delivering a snap DDT! Fire quickly covers, but Dona kicks out at two! Azzy, back in her team’s corner, slaps the ropes to try and get the fans into this, to support Dona.
To the Toxic Knockout’s credit, though, she smiles through the punishment. Fire lays in kicks and stomps on her, then a standing moonsault, but the Ascendant Champion keeps fighting back. A second moonsault lands Fire chest-first on Dona’s knees and she makes her way to her corner. Fire tackles her before that can happen and Dona drives a couple boots into her face to try and make her let go. Ice, already seeing what’s coming, comes around and yanks Azzy off the apron, leading to a brawl on the floor! Dona, with no one to tag, is hair-pulled by Fire and yanked into a reverse DDT for another near-fall. Catching a glimpse of Azurine and Ice on the floor trading chest slaps, Dona pulls herself up via the ropes and sidesteps a charging Fire, hitting a drop toe hold that sends her down hard against the second rope! Grabbing her by hair and shorts, Dona sends Fire right out of the ring and, with Azzy yanking Ice in the way, causes the two to crash into one another! Vebbins tags in, then gets down on all fours so that Dona can spring off her back with a somersault suicida, wiping out the Binary Champs! She hurls Fire back into the ring after, where Azzy waits to deliver a bridged Northern Lights suplex for a near-fall, broken up only by Ice hitting the ring just in the nick! Azzy hits a reverse STO as the referee hustles Ice out, then tags in Dona.
Dona looks for her patented PUNK-PLEX on Fire only for Ice to come in and pull her partner away! Azzy comes back in, tackling Ice out of the way which gives Fire enough time to rake the eyes of Dona fiercely! The referee is dealing with the illegal interlopers and Dona, despite temporary loss of sight, sets up Fire for another PUNK-PLEX attempt only for her to elbow her way out before Rotten can lock in the half-nelson! Ice sends Azzy into the ring post and while the ref checks on her, Ice leaves the ring to compound the punishment… and subtly slips Fire one of the titles while the official’s back is turned! Fire smashes the belt into the face of Dona and delivers the FIRESTARTER, the referee turning to count as Ice incapacitates Azzy, allowing Fire to get the shocking one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And your winners at sixteen minutes and forty-five seconds, the duplicitous Binary Champions with more tricks than Moxie Gilette ever dreamed of… FIRE AND ICE!
Azzy gets in to check on her partner as Fire and Ice abscond with their titles. The Toxic Knockout, a bit of a wound opened up on her forehead, is both woozy and a bit pissed. She rises under her own power and leaves the ring, snarling, as Azzy looks on with concern.
Ned Roberts: Probably should have seen such tactics coming, but in the end Fire & Ice are talented, both when playing by the rules and when using dirty tricks. That helped lead them to this win.
Dominic Price: Yeah, but I know that look on Dona’s face, brother, and it ain’t a good one. I wonder, though: you think the boss-lady is gonna have something to say about this one, too?
Ned Roberts: She might. It wasn’t as egregious as the situation between Pet and Iphy, but...
Dominic Price: Yeah, and she’s a busy lady on top of that. For now, Fire & Ice get to ride high. But no shame due for Dona or Azzy; they gave ‘em a good scrap.
[Segment Six: Saving the… Day?!]
The cameras are rolling as we find ourselves backstage at the Wells Fargo Center. We are able to see Jenny Williams and she is clad in her Tifa Lockhart inspired wrestling attire alongside her is her wife Rachel who is dressed up as Aerith. Jenny could be seen stretching out her arms placing them behind her head making sure to put extra pressure on those “Tifa-sized boobs” as the cameras zoom in on them. Rachel smiles as she looks at her wife.Rachel: So you ready for tonight babe?! This is your big day, you are in the main event!
Jenny smiles back in return as she glances over at her wife.
Jenny: Of course I am ready. I have been waiting for this moment. It’s time to get that mojo back and it won’t be long before my dreams become a reality.
Rachel: Well my dreams are already a reality considering I get to go home to those boobs every night!
Jenny smiles as she looks at her upper body.
Jenny: You don’t think the cosplay is too much do you?!
Rachel: Not at all… Although…
Something catches Rachel’s attention as she taps Jenny on the shoulder.
Rachel: Babe what’s that?!
Jenny immediately turns around and as she does she can see smoke coming from underneath a door and as soon as Jenny sees this she quickly jumps back.
Jenny: OH MY GOD WHAT’S GOING ON?! SOMETHING IS ON FIRE!!!!
Rachel slowly nods her head.
Rachel: Babe let’s go get some he…
Jenny: I WILL SAVE WHOEVER IS IN THERE!!!
Jenny immediately runs towards the door as Rachel stomps on the ground throwing a temper tantrum.
Rachel: NO... JENNY YOU ARE BLACK!!!!! In the horror flick you are supposed to run THE OTHER WAY!!!!
Jenny walks through the door and as soon as she gets through the door a huge bucket of custard falls down and it covers her face. Jenny stands there dumbfounded as her wife slowly enters next and she begins to giggle.
Jenny: Why are you laughing?! AND WHAT IS THAT!!!!
Rachel looks around as she sees a fog machine that was causing the smoke. She looks at the ground seeing the bucket that hit the ground and she begins to crack up.
Rachel: It looks like somebody pulled a prank on you… You totes walked right into that trap.
Jenny: It’s not that funny who in their right mind would want to pie me in the face?!
Rachel walks over to Jenny and wipes a finger on her face as she slowly puts it in her mouth.
Rachel: Yum… Tastes like custard….You know I would say it would have probably been me like 3 years ago but I was simply flirting with you at those comic conventions other than that I have no idea. You have to have somewhat of an idea…
Jenny stands there crossing her arms.
Jenny: Well there was this one time in another company where my sister in law Crystal…
Rachel: NO I KNEW SHE COULDN’T BE TRUSTED… Always changing her identity and personality every week and…
Jenny: Well she’s an actress and isn’t that what YOU DO as a cosplayer?
Rachel: I plead the fifth…
Jenny: Anyway what I was going to say there was this annoying Scottish woman named Rainbow and it is just like her to GUNGE somebody. Perhaps she signed a deal with this company, perhaps she’s trying to get me… perhaps….
Rachel: Skittles… Taste the rainbow? Or maybe custard… taste the custard?!
Jenny: No... Just no… Whoever it is I will get to the bottom of this.
Rachel: And I will be right by your side!
Jenny: I doubt you will Aerith dies on disc 1 like this.
Jenny makes a stabbing motion as Rachel grabs her stomach as she falls right into the custard.
Jenny: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I will avenge you!!!!!
Jenny walks away as she sees a random box that could possibly hide somebody inside on the ground. Jenny raises an eyebrow as she looks at it.
Jenny: What is this box doing here?! Nevermind it’s just a box…
With that she walks away from her custard covered wife as we go to elsewhere.
Dominic Price: That… was both adorable and goofy as shit. Who pulls that kinda prank anyway?!
Ned Roberts: It was pretty creative if you think about it. But I’m wondering the same. Who even does that?
[Segment Seven: Spreading the Wealth!]
Shortly before the main event is to begin, Luciana Verdoza is in her wrestling gear, mentally preparing for the main event to come. She maintains her confidence as Allison, her publicist, walks into the scene.Allison: Look at you… close to being on top of the world once again. I have to admit, maybe this little “reclamation project” isn’t going to take as long as I thought. I mean… after you won… holy crap, I’ve got everyone blowing up my phone line trying to get a piece of you. Of course, that should come to no surprise considering you were ALWAYS born to be a star.
Luciana just chuckles at this, knowing the familiarity of being a top star all to well.
Luciana: I guess winning that match really WAS “Change part 3” wasn’t it?
Allison has a bit of a nervous chuckle to herself.
Luciana: Going back to my successful look was part one, reuniting with you was part two and winning that match was part three.
Allison: Alright Luciana… that’s fair enough. You got me on that one. It just sucks that you have to carry around a couple of dead weights tonight, isn’t it?
Luciana: You’re telling me…
Allison: I mean… who in the bloody hell is Jennifer Williams anyway? Have you ever heard of her?
Luciana: Nope…
Allison: And Aubrey Cassidy is apparently some champion from some other company. I’d knock that but considering you’re touting your accomplishments from your earlier career, that’d be a little hypocritical. So… maybe there’s some hope with her.
Luciana: How about no? The thing of it is, I’ve heard a lot of things about HER and from what I’ve heard, she’s all tweet and talk and little of action. But hey, maybe she can learn how to be a champion from me. Her old marriage, from what I heard, failed to do that. Why are they in this main event with me again? I think I’ll even go on record stating that Sam might have better partners than I do. I’m disgusted by mine, for sure…
Allison: But hey, how many times have you carried around dead weight?
Luciana: I know, right? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had a few proteges I’ve taken under my wing… though only ONE ever amounted to anything. But the rest of them? Dead weight.
Allison: It sucks that the one protege that DID become a big star doesn’t want your legacy to be a part of who they are… after all you did for her.
Luciana: She’s not important…
Allison: Still… you’re turning 35 soon, you’re running out of time for someone to pass on your legacy to and for someone that is going to carry on what YOU built long after you’re gone… and obviously, your daughter is 17 years away from coming close to that.
Luciana: What are you getting at?
Allison: Follow me…
Allison turns and begins to walk away from the scene. Luciana is confused but she nonetheless follows her down the hallway and to the door of a locker room.
Allison: Luciana… I would like you to meet… change… part… FOUR!
Luciana raises an eyebrow in confusion as Allison opens the door, revealing change part four as a young lady in her early twenties. She’s not dressed to wrestle, obviously but once Luciana sees her, she raises her eyebrows as her eyes light up.
Luciana: Allison… you didn’t…
Luciana and Allison walk into the room to meet this young woman.
Allison: I did… I got you a new protege… and not just ANY protege, I got you one of THE best female prospects on the Independent scene…
Luciana: I know who you are, I follow Indy wrestling very well. I can’t remember your name though… what is it again?
Woman: Dakota…
Dakota extends her hand to Luciana who wastes no time in shaking it.
Dakota: Dakota Mendoza.
Luciana: You don’t idolize me, do you?
Dakota: No…
Luciana: Good! You’re off to a great start already. You’re ahead of the curve. Let me tell you something Dakota… you couldn’t have picked a better woman to learn from. Follow my lead and you’ll be a star like me in no time.
Dakota: I’m REALLY looking forward to learning from you!
Luciana: I like that you’re eager. Listen, you and Allison can stay back here and I’ll go out there and show you your very first lesson in how to be a main event star like me. Allison… you’ve done good again… REAL good!
Allison: I aim to give you the best that you deserve! Now… go out there and show them why you’re still one of the best women of your generation.
Luciana winks.
Luciana: I shall do that! Thank you!
Luciana walks away, leaving her publicist alone with her protege as the scene fades out.
[Main Event: Six-Woman Tag Action!]
Demanding that she start for her side, Luciana immediately points out Samantha on the other side of the ring and states that she wants to fight the champ right here, right now! Bandit had been ready to start for her side, but Hamilton willingly puts out her hand and steps into the ring post-tag to get face-to-face with Verdoza! The fan noise is too high to hear what’s being said but whatever it is torques Luciana off as she responds with a headbutt to Hamilton, knocking her to the mat! She throws her arms up and yells her superiority to the booing masses, failing to notice that Sam’s up mighty quick! Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she whips a suddenly-surprised Luciana around, boots her in the midsection and locks her in for the WRATH OF THE TITANS! Luciana shoves herself free and backs into her team’s corner, staring daggers at Sam who holds her hand up with the thumb and forefinger barely apart, a clear taunt that she was almost done right there! Verdoza, back on her feet, tosses her hair over her shoulder and makes ready to lock up with Hamilton… when Cassidy slaps her on the shoulder and tags herself in! Luciana is NOT happy about this and Jennifer’s efforts to smooth things over are all but ignored! Verdoza, fuming, gets out onto the apron as a smirking Cassidy turns right into a big boot from Sam, leading to a short two-count!
Samantha is riding high after this while Aubrey seethes and Luciana wears a look of “I told you so!”. Turning back to Sam, Aubrey charges her but stops short when Hamilton moves to the side to dodge what’s coming; it was a ploy to get Sam out of position Aubrey wrecks her shit with a vicious lariat. With the champion down, Aubrey grins but doesn’t waste much time celebrating. She pulls Sam up by her blonde hair and shoves her into the ropes, delivering a hard knee to the midsection. A full-on Irish whip follows and Sam ducks both a clothesline and a back elbow, getting up a head of steam for a counterattack! She leaps right at Aubrey who, shockingly, catches the Galactic Champion and puts her on the canvas with the AUBREY DRIVER, getting a two-count! The other Shieldmaidens cheer their fellow member on from the corner and Aubrey, dragging Samantha up to her feet, goes to the corner and firmly tags in Jennifer, demanding that she “earn her keep”!. Jennifer takes over with an arm wringer and gets the champion down to a knee before further grinding her down with an elbow to the shoulder, putting an armbar on Hamilton. She refuses to give up and finds her way to her feet, sending Jennifer into the corner twice to break her grip. Wobbling, Jennifer still gets out of the way of Samantha’s rush but not the back kick that follows. Hamilton, delivering a chokeslam, goes to tag in Bandit. Bandit comes in hard on Jennifer, first using an assisted moonsault on the Lady Dream for a two-count. Jennifer stays in it, going for the arm of Bandit the same as she did on Sam. Bandit’s inexperience costs her a bit and she spends more time in a Fujiwara armbar than is safe before finally reaching the ropes. Some damage done, she makes to tag in Bullet with Jennifer only realizing what was going on moments later, drawing the ire of her partners.
When Jennifer gets close to the ropes, hitting a springboard bulldog on Bullet, she’s confronted by the referee who tells her that Luciana tagged her at the ropes. Confused, not about what happend but WHY it happened, she turns to Luciana who glares her right back onto the apron! Bullet, back to her feet, pulls Luciana into an inside cradle for two and gets a basement dropkick in on the number one contender to Samantha’s title. Bullet keeps up the pressure with straight forearms after mounting Luciana, but her arm is caught after a few blows and she’s twisted into a cross armbreaker that has her scrambling to the ropes, just reaching them before Luciana can lock her hands. Back on her feet, Bullet stays in motion much like her name would imply. Ducking Luciana’s high kick, she hits the ropes and rocks Verdoza with a rolling elbow! Still on her feet, Luciana comes back with a headbutt as she had with Samantha, rocking Bullet… but not for long! A forearm uppercut stuns Verdoza and several body shots only exacerbate this! Right away, Bullet snares Luciana and seeks her DIOS ES UNA BALA but Verdoza yanks free and backs into the ropes. Feeling Aubrey approach, Verdoza wrenches away and Bullet, wanting another crack at the contender charges… her forearm shot knocking Cassidy off the apron! Jennifer checks on her only to be brushed off as Luciana blasts Bullet with a superkick and her signature CORKSCREW NECKBREAKER, coming within a hair of a three-count!
Bandit nearly comes in to break things up and that’s enough for Aubrey to get into the mix, spearing her almost out of her boots! Raining down rights on half of the Binary Championship number one contenders, Aubrey soon feels herself pulled off by Hamilton, who delivers a backcracker that leaves Cassidy arched up on the canvas! Bandit rolls out of the ring and Luciana, looking for a shot at weakening the Galactic Champion, ascends to the top rope quick-like and spikes Samantha with the ARRIVEDERCI! Supremely satisfied with herself, the top contender turns around as Bullet snares her arm and sends her down with the DIOS ES UNA BALA, this time hitting it full-force! Aubrey Cassidy, having none of this crap, nails WRATH OF A LOPEZ on the distracted Bullet before finding herself knocked to the mat with a single-knee facebreaker followed by Bandit’s high-impact SNOWBIRD SPLASH! Bandit is back on her feet quick, whipping around when she feels Jennifer coming upon her! Shocked into stillness, Williams holds up her hands in a sign of peace and takes a shot to the midsection for her troubles as Bandit is taking NO chances here! But Jennifer moves on instinct, evading Bandit’s planned assault and delivering the EXECUTIVE DECISION! The finisher fiesta has left everyone but Jennifer, who isn’t legal, down and almost out! Luciana moves back to her team’s corner and enters the ring from there, shoving Jennifer aside and making a beeline for the still-legal Bullet! Intending to make her suffer the face of the ARRIVEDERCI the same as Samantha had, an inverted atomic drop is used to stun Bullet, who still swings wildly but takes a belly-to-back driver before she can connect. Jennifer, the disrespect finally getting to her, tags herself in much to Luciana’s chagrin! Heading to the top rope, Williams comes off with the STOCK MARKET CRASH… and eats knees!
On the mat clutching her midsection, Jennifer is pulled up by Bullet, who tags in Bandit! A running dropkick sends an apron-perched Aubrey right back to the floor and, on the other side of the ring, Hamilton waylays Luciana and the two women start a slugfest near the ringside barricade! Mere moments later, VOTE WITH A BULLET connects and Jennifer goes down, with Bullet diving onto Aubrey while the battle between Sam and Luciana rages, leaving no one to break up Bandit’s pin of Jennifer for the one-two-three!
Joan Arch: And your winners of our main event at twenty-two minutes and nineteen seconds… those Harley-riding, heart-stealing beauties we know and love as… THE SHIELDMAIDENS!
Dominic Price: What a fight, brother! Talk about some hard-hitting action! These six women left pieces of themselves everywhere… figuratively and damn near literally speaking!
Ned Roberts: It was miscommunication on the side of Luciana’s team and the pure chemistry of the Shieldmaidens that got this win for the latter… but man, that was close! I-hey! What the hell?!
[Final Segment: Temper, Temper!]
Luciana, in a fury over the defeat, berates both Aubrey and Jennifer, with the former likewise pissed but deciding after only a second or two that she doesn’t need to hear this crap. Luciana presses the issue and eats a slap from Aubrey, leading to them going chest-to-chest! Jennifer tries to get in between them and break things up bit Luciana lays her out with a right hand and puts the boots to her. Aubrey seems to find this amusing until Luciana kicks her right over the top rope with a pump kick, sending her sprawling to the floor!
Dominic Price: The hell is this supposed to prove?!
Ned Roberts: That you don’t get in the way of Luciana Verdoza?!
Jennifer, in pain, finds herself rained upon by Luciana with kicks and stomps before, out of nowhere, Samantha Hamilton comes in to make the save, shoving Luciana aside! Knocked into the ropes and getting a bit tangled, Luciana is fuming as Samantha helps Jennifer to her feet. Williams, unsteady, thanks her for it… but Verdoza recovers faster than expected! She yanks the title off of Sam’s shoulder and when the champion turns around, she takes gold to the mush!
Ned Roberts: Hamilton just got blasted with her own title! Where the hell is security?!
Bullet and Bandit, already on their way to the ring when Luciana makes her swing, almost get hold of her before she slides out under the bottom rope, spreading her arms wide and daring them to take a shot! And were it not for the state of Samantha, they very well might have!
Dominic Price: The number one contenders are thinking better of going after Verdoza here… better to check on their partner. But what a cheap shot! I wouldn’t be surprised if Hamilton needed stitches!
Ned Roberts: She very well might! And I’m hearing that in the back, Chrysanthe Kanelos is furious about this!
Dominic Price: I don’t blame her a bit! But how’s she gonna react?!
Ned Roberts: That much I don’t know, but I do know we’re out of time, fans! See you in two weeks for Discovery #7!
The last shot is of the Shieldmaidens in the ring, Bullet and Bandit helping Samantha up as shown on the big screen while, beneath that on the stage, Luciana motions to her waist with her hands, drawing a glare from all three Maidens… especially Samantha!