Post by Melinda Rhodes on Nov 12, 2019 10:32:42 GMT -7
WICKED TUESDAY 11/19/19
"Run for Cover" by Otep hit's the P/A system as the show begins! The stage is standard issue with the Southern Rebellion Winged Star graphic blazing across the titantron screen, surrounded by a steel pipe structure and dark red curtains. Out onto the black corrugated steel stage steps Jenny Beck looking wild as ever in all black leather; pants, jacket, boots, gloves, and white slayer tank top. She lets out a wild howl to the crowd as pyro explodes behind her!
Jenny Beck: IT'S TIME!!! IT'S TIME!!! IT'S WICKED TTTUUUUUEEEESSSSDDDDAAAAYYYY!!!
The crowd pops as Jenny goes through her entrance routine, running down the aisle with hands out stretched, slapping fans hands along the way. She leaps over the apron, slides to the middle of the ring, bobbing her head to Otep with the crowd looking on.
Jenny Beck: FUCK YEEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!! JOE KOSS, MIKE SPAZZ! STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELVES! IT'S SHOW TIME!!!
Mike Spazz: Mega Megan sounds so lame....
Joe Koss: And Spazztastic Mike Spazz doesn't?
Mike Spazz: Shut the fuck up Lunchbox! That name was awesome and you KNOW IT!
The crowd pops as Jenny goes through her entrance routine, running down the aisle with hands out stretched, slapping fans hands along the way. She leaps over the apron, slides to the middle of the ring, bobbing her head to Otep with the crowd looking on.
Jenny Beck: FUCK YEEEEEAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!! JOE KOSS, MIKE SPAZZ! STOP PLAYING WITH YOURSELVES! IT'S SHOW TIME!!!
We go tot he table to find the two of them bobbing and weaving to the theme whlie wearing long haired backwards mullet caps for what appears to be shits and giggles!
Mike Spazz: SUP BBBBBITCHEESSSS!!!
Joe Koss: Welcome to SRW, Wicked Tuesday and what a card we have stacked up for you tonight folks!
Mike Spazz: *suddenly becoming serious as a heart attack and speaking his lines as if imitating a bad Conan intro* Battles will be waged! Blood will be spilled! SURVIVAL OF THE FUCKMOTHERING SICKEST!
Joe Koss: *playing along with a bit of a smirk* Hey Mikey, what is best in life?
Mike Spazz: CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES! SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU! AND HEARING THE LACTATION OF THA WOMEN!!!
Joe Koss: You mean lamentation, right?
Mike Spazz: Nah... you heard me motherfucker.
Joe Koss: Right, so without further adue, let's get on with the first match of the night! Andrea Hernandez versus Mega Megan.
Mike Spazz: SUP BBBBBITCHEESSSS!!!
Joe Koss: Welcome to SRW, Wicked Tuesday and what a card we have stacked up for you tonight folks!
Mike Spazz: *suddenly becoming serious as a heart attack and speaking his lines as if imitating a bad Conan intro* Battles will be waged! Blood will be spilled! SURVIVAL OF THE FUCKMOTHERING SICKEST!
Joe Koss: *playing along with a bit of a smirk* Hey Mikey, what is best in life?
Mike Spazz: CRUSH YOUR ENEMIES! SEE THEM DRIVEN BEFORE YOU! AND HEARING THE LACTATION OF THA WOMEN!!!
Joe Koss: You mean lamentation, right?
Mike Spazz: Nah... you heard me motherfucker.
Joe Koss: Right, so without further adue, let's get on with the first match of the night! Andrea Hernandez versus Mega Megan.
Mike Spazz: Mega Megan sounds so lame....
Joe Koss: And Spazztastic Mike Spazz doesn't?
Mike Spazz: Shut the fuck up Lunchbox! That name was awesome and you KNOW IT!
ANDREA HERNANDEZ VS "MEGA" MEGAN
Andrea looks across the ring at her pale, green-haired opponent, dressed in bright blue spandex with white stars on her hips and a big "MEGA" on her chest and quirks her brow. At first, she's amused as the two tie up, only for Andrea to quickly take over and slam Megan down to the canvas in a headlock. The amusement turns to annoyance as her opponent flops like a fish in the hold, trying to escape but clearly unable. She releases the hold and shoves her off. Megan rolls to her feet and hits a chop that can barely be heard over the crowd. Andrea's response is to chop this young girl off her feet. Feeling insulted by her lack of competition, Andrea goes straight for the jugular, battering Megan as if she owed her money. Andrea beats Megan down viciously in front a crowd that was all too happy to see it end when she hit the Busaiku Knee and covered Megan's unconscious, brutalized body for the 1-2-3.
WINNER: ANDREA HERNANDEZ BY PINFALL AT 3 MINUTES & 42 SECONDS!
As soon as she's announced the winner, she rolls out of the ring and storms off in an angry huff anger.
Spazz: Don't know why she's pissed. She won.
Koss: Andrea apparently is not too keen on being at the bottom of the card. I'm a little surprised by this, but if what I've heard on the rumor mill is true, she has only herself to blame.
Spazz: What rumor?
Koss: Best not to be said on air, buddy.
Spazz: Don't know why she's pissed. She won.
Koss: Andrea apparently is not too keen on being at the bottom of the card. I'm a little surprised by this, but if what I've heard on the rumor mill is true, she has only herself to blame.
Spazz: What rumor?
Koss: Best not to be said on air, buddy.
TRON SEGMENT
The view is clearly not one from within the arena. Near it, perhaps, but definitely not inside. The constant patter of rain hitting the pavement is clear, the drops just visible despite a distinct lack of proper light. In fact, the only glow is from an old oil barrel filled with rubbish and flammable material, a fire roaring within it. Behind it, the pocked brick wall is marked with incessant amounts of graffiti and scrawled messages… even a bloodstain or two. It’s hard to make out with so many shadows.
Minds are taken away from that, though, by the grinding gait of footsteps. There’s a few rattles and clanks in the distance, too, some hooting and hollering and car horns in the background, even. But the main focus is on the somewhat-diminutive young woman coming into view, wearing a studded leather jacket emblazoned with the Mexican flag over torn jeans and equally-imposing black boots. A bandana of green, white and red covers the lower half of her face, the nightly breeze failing to toss her rain-soaked black locks due to the aforementioned precipitation.
And over her shoulder? One-half of the Southern Star Cross Tag Team Championships.
Who is her? Alejandra Ronquillo, better known to the world at large and all of Southern Rebellion Wrestling as… La Silencia. She comes to a stop before the barrel, staring within as her dark eyes glitter like precious stones over the cloth mask… something she tugs down to reveal the rest of her smooth, unpainted features. There is no smile, no look of joy or satisfaction. Only the desire to bring pain. As it has always been.
When she begins to speak, subtitles appear at the bottom of the screen, translating her oddly-quiet comments.
La Silencia: “<The Riot Group, the Satsujin Triad, Wildside, Dream Machines...?>”
She peers at the title on her shoulder, then turns and spits angrily into the fire, a brief pop and sizzle all that remains.
La Silencia: “<Weak! Unworthy! Not prepared for war!>”
There is a pause as she removes the title from her shoulder, gazing upon it, staring with pride although it is difficult to imagine that she could feel anything other than anger.
La Silencia: “<But we were… and now, the prize is ours. Returned to the streets, to where the powerful must earn the right to be called such and where the weak are just food for the rats.>”
Out of the other side of the darkness comes Elyse Ruiz, dressed rather similarly to Silencia though a touch more classy. She, too, holds half of the tag championships, hers over the opposite shoulder. She walks over to Silencia, putting her hand behind the smaller woman’s neck, a gesture that Silencia returns. Heads together, they whisper to one another, the titles tapped together before Elyse turns, speaking up while Silencia keeps staring at the gold cradled in her dangerous grip.
Elyse Ruiz: “<You chose to not be prepared. And when the time comes, you will choose to call foul. Instead of taking responsibility for not being able to defend what you earned, you will whine about not having it anymore. These titles… they are with we who will truly treasure them and give them meaning. We who will weed out the weak and force Southern Rebellion to allow only the strong onto our streets!>”
Firm nodding from Silencia as Elyse continues, figuratively rubbing the title in the face of those watching by holding it out toward the camera.
Elyse Ruiz: “<War is upon you! And if you think just because we sit at the top of the food chain that we’re going to slacken our plans then you’re morons all! We are not fighting champions, little girls! We are HUNTING champions!>”
La Silencia: “<No one is safe. The streets are ours once again. The weak and the strong alike knee before us, out of respect… out of fear! Dare to try and take our prizes from us and there are no depths to which we will not sink! Bring your gangs and your money and your pretty faces… but all are the same when ground into the dirt and stone! You all bleed the same… and you all scream the same!>”
Elyse Ruiz: “<The war continues! This is not a warning! It is a declaration!>”
The two hold their titles up together, screaming into the night as many shapes step out of the darkness, all masked as Silencia was, all carrying torches and makeshift weapons from ball bats to boards with nails to chains and all else. A figurative army at their backs.
La Rebellion: “<LONG LIVE THE REBELLION!>”
And the view fades to black.
Spazz: La Rebellion declaring WAR SON! GET YOUR HELMETS AND HAND GRENADES! GET YER WAAAARFACES ON!!
Koss: Will you settle down.
Spazz: Nah brah.
Koss: Grrrreeeeat.
Koss: Will you settle down.
Spazz: Nah brah.
Koss: Grrrreeeeat.
DONA ROTTEN VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
By ZMS
The battle starts off rough, with Dona immediately going on the attack, fighting like she has something to prove. She tears into Aurora from the get-go, forcing the young star to leave the ring to get respite while the official keeps Dona from following her out. Rotten does eventually circumvent the ref’s best intentions but Zambrotta slides back into the ring quickly and meets Dona with a kneelift when she is between the ropes. A swinging neckbreaker follows, hanging up the former Ascendant Champion and allowing Aurora to get a two-count. She tries to keep the pressure on, whipping Dona about with a giant swing that she transitions into a Boston Crab, but Rotten fights her way to the ropes. She’s brought up for a military press but rakes the eyes of Aurora, causing the larger woman to drop her. Dona comes down, grabbing the shoulders of Zambrotta en route and delivering a modified backcracker! Aurora arches up in pain and Dona seizes the advantage back, bringing Aurora down by the hair, her back across Dona’s knee. Rolling Aurora off her leg, Dona drops a knee and gets another two-count as Aurora refuses to give in.
Rotten, either affronted by this or simply angry, delivers a Saito suplex and then ascends to the top for a diving headbutt… only for Zambrotta to roll away! Rotten kisses mat but Aurora needs a few moments to get her bearings back. Backing up and into the turnbuckles, Dona tries to shake off the impact only to be rammed into ass-first by a charging Aurora! The rookie screams “FOR LIBERTAS!” and delivers a second charge, knocking more wind out of Dona! A big airplane spin follows that Zambrotta transitions into a sit-out powerbomb, but Dona gets the shoulder up at two-and-three-quarters! Aurora is shocked but centers herself, getting up and pulling Dona with her. Upon Aurora’s shoulders, the survival instinct kicks in and Dona starts fighting her way out of the encroaching JUDGEMENT burning hammer, coming down behind Aurora and trying for a German suplex! Aurora reverses but Dona fires an elbow back into her jaw! Dona charges and Aurora, putting her head down a moment too soon, eats a wicked knee to the skull, followed by the CHAINSAW KICK, getting Dona the win via pinfall!
WINNER: DONA ROTTEN BY PINFALL AT 14 MINUTES & 33 SECONDS!
Koss: Now that was a knock down, drag out fight ladies and gentlemen!
Spazz: Thick chick's got some moves, but Dona just Chainsaw kicked the fuck outta' A to the Z!
Koss: It wasn't without a serious fight, but win or lose, I think Aurora impressed tonight. If she learns from this and improves, she's going to be a real force to reckon with.
Koss: Now that was a knock down, drag out fight ladies and gentlemen!
Spazz: Thick chick's got some moves, but Dona just Chainsaw kicked the fuck outta' A to the Z!
Koss: It wasn't without a serious fight, but win or lose, I think Aurora impressed tonight. If she learns from this and improves, she's going to be a real force to reckon with.
IN RING SEGMENT
#ROUND AND ROUND AND ROUND... STRAIGHT TO THE BOTTOM! YEAH IT TAKES ME DOWN!!!!
Otep's "Down" assaults the P/A system as the video package plays out, centered around a brushed metal star with cybernetic orange/red wings and the word REBEL blazing across them. Through the curtains steps "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes with short and spiked blond hair, tight black ripped jeans, laced boots, road gloves, Black Knight tank top, blood red lipstick, and deep black eye shadow. In her hand is a microphone and from within those eyes came an intense look. She strides down the aisle to ring side, rolling under the ropes and into the ring. With a mic to her lips, she gets right to business.
Rebel: Alright people, glad you're loving the show but I got some bad news. After a tense pair of phone calls involving Ravyn Kopadi and her friend, Wendy Stevens, I was forced to fire them last night from the company. First, let me say this.... Wendy Stevens, you disappointed me hon. I booked you the way I did not as any kind of punishment, but to test you. See if you were willing to put in the work and boy was I fucking wrong or what? You bitch about it, want to make it a big ugly public fucking spectacle on twitter and when I said no, let's talk it out in private. You're like "Fine. What. The. Fuck. Ever. I just won't show up." Bitch you think you're better than everyone else when you have a history of being a big fucking flake at the drop of a hat? No... fuck that. You failed the test.
As the crowd gives a mixed reaction, she continues.
Rebel: And then you have Ravyn Kopadi. Oh sweetheart, I had such high hopes for you. I loved having you and your wife together as a tag team. You were great and the fans loved you, but I'm not about to put up with insane demands just to keep you. Nuh-uh. You got one match in and suddenly expect to be shot to the top and back where you were, after walking out on us as the fucking CHAMPIONS? Forcing your WIFE to fight Fire and Ice alone?
The crowd boos loudly and Mel nods with a sigh.
Rebel: You gotta' do what you gotta' do. I announced it last night on twitter that they were terminated from employment. I'm not one who likes being fucked around with before a show and I never take demands. While it sucks because it cuts the show down two matches, just remember that everyone's working hard as fuck for you all to give you every bit of dollar bang for your buck and hell, the people watching at home will get that much more content of their favorite SRW talent. While some of the ladies in the back pull some shady shit in the ring, at least they know better than to cross me because they know just as Wendy Stevens and Ravyn Kopadi both learned last night. Start shit? Hit the bricks bitch. Thank you, fuck you, bye bye!
She flips the bird, then points a thumb over her shoulder.
Otep's "Down" assaults the P/A system as the video package plays out, centered around a brushed metal star with cybernetic orange/red wings and the word REBEL blazing across them. Through the curtains steps "The Rebel" Melinda Rhodes with short and spiked blond hair, tight black ripped jeans, laced boots, road gloves, Black Knight tank top, blood red lipstick, and deep black eye shadow. In her hand is a microphone and from within those eyes came an intense look. She strides down the aisle to ring side, rolling under the ropes and into the ring. With a mic to her lips, she gets right to business.
Rebel: Alright people, glad you're loving the show but I got some bad news. After a tense pair of phone calls involving Ravyn Kopadi and her friend, Wendy Stevens, I was forced to fire them last night from the company. First, let me say this.... Wendy Stevens, you disappointed me hon. I booked you the way I did not as any kind of punishment, but to test you. See if you were willing to put in the work and boy was I fucking wrong or what? You bitch about it, want to make it a big ugly public fucking spectacle on twitter and when I said no, let's talk it out in private. You're like "Fine. What. The. Fuck. Ever. I just won't show up." Bitch you think you're better than everyone else when you have a history of being a big fucking flake at the drop of a hat? No... fuck that. You failed the test.
As the crowd gives a mixed reaction, she continues.
Rebel: And then you have Ravyn Kopadi. Oh sweetheart, I had such high hopes for you. I loved having you and your wife together as a tag team. You were great and the fans loved you, but I'm not about to put up with insane demands just to keep you. Nuh-uh. You got one match in and suddenly expect to be shot to the top and back where you were, after walking out on us as the fucking CHAMPIONS? Forcing your WIFE to fight Fire and Ice alone?
The crowd boos loudly and Mel nods with a sigh.
Rebel: You gotta' do what you gotta' do. I announced it last night on twitter that they were terminated from employment. I'm not one who likes being fucked around with before a show and I never take demands. While it sucks because it cuts the show down two matches, just remember that everyone's working hard as fuck for you all to give you every bit of dollar bang for your buck and hell, the people watching at home will get that much more content of their favorite SRW talent. While some of the ladies in the back pull some shady shit in the ring, at least they know better than to cross me because they know just as Wendy Stevens and Ravyn Kopadi both learned last night. Start shit? Hit the bricks bitch. Thank you, fuck you, bye bye!
She flips the bird, then points a thumb over her shoulder.
Rebel: But don't worry, I paid those they were supposed to face as well as Iphy, a nice little slice to keep 'em happy because, let's face it, it ain't The Satsujin Triad, or Chelsea Winston's fault this happened. Same with Iphy. Some companies are like, "Oh fucking well. Sucks to be you." Not me. I take care of my talent, but let's get one thing clear....
She turns and looks directly into the camera with a steely gaze.
Rebel: ....Outside my company, I'm another rank and file wrestler on the market. Here in Southern Rebellion Wrestling? I'm fucking GOD and what I say goes. I won't be bullied, I won't be threatened, and I sure as fuck will not deal with any backdoor dealings, drama, and chicanery. Fuck that noise. I want to present a product where people earn their spots and fight to keep them! You play a little dirty? I'll allow it but know that I do it because nothing makes me happier than to see a cheating bitch get her comeuppance, same as the rest of you good people.
She smirks as the crowd pops a bit at that.
Rebel: Alright, I said my piece. NOW LET'S KEEP THE AWESOME ROLLING!!!!
With that, her theme hit's the P/A system as she rolls out of the ring and heads straight to the back, slapping hands along the way.
Spazz: Don't fuck with the boss lady!
Koss: You've got that right! Rebel Rhodes laying down the law tonight!
Spazz: Though you gotta' wonder why she lets some bad shit fly like she does. I get the whole "Comeuppance" shit but come on, some of it is blatant disrespect towards her.
Koss: Ever hear the old addage that it is best to give someone all the rope in the world to better hang themselves with?
She turns and looks directly into the camera with a steely gaze.
Rebel: ....Outside my company, I'm another rank and file wrestler on the market. Here in Southern Rebellion Wrestling? I'm fucking GOD and what I say goes. I won't be bullied, I won't be threatened, and I sure as fuck will not deal with any backdoor dealings, drama, and chicanery. Fuck that noise. I want to present a product where people earn their spots and fight to keep them! You play a little dirty? I'll allow it but know that I do it because nothing makes me happier than to see a cheating bitch get her comeuppance, same as the rest of you good people.
She smirks as the crowd pops a bit at that.
Rebel: Alright, I said my piece. NOW LET'S KEEP THE AWESOME ROLLING!!!!
With that, her theme hit's the P/A system as she rolls out of the ring and heads straight to the back, slapping hands along the way.
Spazz: Don't fuck with the boss lady!
Koss: You've got that right! Rebel Rhodes laying down the law tonight!
Spazz: Though you gotta' wonder why she lets some bad shit fly like she does. I get the whole "Comeuppance" shit but come on, some of it is blatant disrespect towards her.
Koss: Ever hear the old addage that it is best to give someone all the rope in the world to better hang themselves with?
LA REBELLION & RIVER CHANCE
VS
BIANCA DAVIS w/ TRIPLE B
VS
BIANCA DAVIS w/ TRIPLE B
Handicap Three on One match
The match begins with Bianca sending in Bruiser Betty Badford, hiding behind her as La Rebellion and River stand seemingly united. There's words exchanged between Bianca who, wearing her neck brace and everything, suddenly slides into the ring and steps in front of Triple B. The sudden backbone and bravery had the crowd automatically suspicious. Torbellina and Silencia step in front of River like a pair of bodyguards and yet Bianca doesn't back down and neither does Triple B. River looks on, a bit confused when suddenly La Rebellion turns and BLASTS her with Dual Superkicks!
Bianca laughs as she watches Torbellina and Silencia viciously assault River Chance, the referee looking on in utter confusion! River fights back as best she can and even hits a POMMEL STRIKE ON TORBELLINA! She spins around and goes for Silencia but her target is quicker as a thumb strike catches her in the throat followed by GRITO SILENCIOSO! Silencia rolls onto one knee and Bianca casually strolls over, places one boot on River's chest and commands the referee to count 1-2-3.
WINNER: BIANCA DAVIS BY PINFALL AT 7 MINUTES & 15 SECONDS!
The crowd is utterly stunned and pissed as Bianca then has Triple B hand over and envelope to Silencia and Torbellina which they pocket and then Torbellina shakes hands with Bianca before the four women exit the ring and head to the back. In the ring, River fights to sit up. She seems hurt but also understandably angry.
Spazz: Dude! She fucking paid them to beat up River! What the fuck?!
Koss: Apparently you can pay for a Rebellion these days.
Spazz: I'd rather pay for a Spanish Inquisition. Nobody would expect that shit!
Koss: Violence looks about the same level to me! They might as well hang River on a cross!
Spazz: Dude! She fucking paid them to beat up River! What the fuck?!
Koss: Apparently you can pay for a Rebellion these days.
Spazz: I'd rather pay for a Spanish Inquisition. Nobody would expect that shit!
Koss: Violence looks about the same level to me! They might as well hang River on a cross!
MALAYA DIYOSA VS TRACY DIXON VS WENDY HOUSE VS JULIET BLACK (C)
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP FATAL FOURWAY
With a ring full of weapons and hardcore implements, Juliet is the last to enter and unlike everyone else, she doesn't enter in typical fashion. Instead the lights go out and then come back on with her assaulting Tracy Dixon with a kendo stick! Malaya is hanging in the ropes, cradling her head, and Wendy House is down on the canvas with her forehead busted open and clutching at her face, kicking her legs in pain! She drives Tracy towards the ropes, the woman dropping from the vicious onslaught as the weapon starts cracking and splintering. The big woman is covered in welts, cuts, and scratches from the blows. The Satsujin Triad rushes down to the ring to pull their matron to safety. Juliet cares not as she finally drops Tracy to the canvas. Wendy gathers a chair up off the canvas and rushes in behind Juliet, cracking her across the back. Juliet drops to one knee, but gets back to her feet with great quickness and a pained expression on her face. Wendy raises the chair high and Juliet catches her off guard with THE BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!
Wendy is sent staggering back with the chair flying out of her hands. Tracy comes in from behind with a massive inverted bear hug, lifting Juliet off her feet and tossing her into a corner! With a sudden burst of speed that catches the champion off guard, Tracy hits THE KENTUCKY BLIND DATE, smashing Juliet in the corner! She backs off and Juliet stumbles forward, right into a KENTUCY FACE CRUSHER!!! Tracy hits a quick pin but a chair across her back breaks the pin! She gets up and eats a second and third chair shot from Wendy House, dropping her to one knee! Wendy then tosses the chair at her stunned opponent, who catches it out of pure reflex action, then dropkicks it in her face to lay her flat out on her back!
Just as she makes the pin, in steps the Satsujin Triad on Malaya's orders, assaulting all three women in the ring! Malaya takes a lead pipe to Juliet! June Song helps Cappadona hit the SATSUJIN DEATH DROP (Electric Chair and Fatal Flying Guillotine) on Wendy House and Nari Chang power lifts and HURLS Tracy Dixon out of the ring. The three then gang up on Juliet Black who fights back with her all. She's eventually hoisted up in a powerbomb position by Nari Chang, lifted up last ride style and as Juliet is brought crashing to the canvas, Malaya Diyosa leaps up and hits a seated senton across her chest, hitting THE SATSUJIN LAST RIDE. There she remains, holding the leg for the pin while the crowd boos in pure uproar.
WINNER AND NEW CHAMPION: MALAYA DIYOSA BY PINFALL AT 15 MINUTES & 42 SECONDS!
The boo's only get louder as Malaya is carried out of the ring, hoisting her newly acquired Hardcore Championship in the air! Back in the ring, we see a bruised, battered, and slightly bloodied Juliet Black hanging through the second ropes with murder in her eyes as she stares at the backs of all four women who thought they left her for dead. Suddenly, the most evil of grins spreads across her face.
Spazz: Oh damn the fans are PIIIIISSED!
Koss: Not a peep out of the Rebel! This was one hell of a blatant screw over if I've ever seen one! The Satsujin triad weren't part of this match!
Spazz: But you forget, Jo-Joe, It was a hardcore match! ANYTHING goes! There are no rules to stop this from happening, but you know what? I don't think that shit is going to matter because Juliet Black is scary as fuck and revenge is going to be biblical n' shit. The Satsujin Triad better sleep with one eye open tonight!
Koss: Even if I had a team of elite bodyguards around me, I would never.... EVER... piss that woman off!
Spazz: Oh damn the fans are PIIIIISSED!
Koss: Not a peep out of the Rebel! This was one hell of a blatant screw over if I've ever seen one! The Satsujin triad weren't part of this match!
Spazz: But you forget, Jo-Joe, It was a hardcore match! ANYTHING goes! There are no rules to stop this from happening, but you know what? I don't think that shit is going to matter because Juliet Black is scary as fuck and revenge is going to be biblical n' shit. The Satsujin Triad better sleep with one eye open tonight!
Koss: Even if I had a team of elite bodyguards around me, I would never.... EVER... piss that woman off!
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS TALIA AREANO
By ZMS
Talia is noticeably wary, something that is not lost on the Lady Terminator. It takes but a moment for her to shake off those jitters, though, and the St. Louis native charges Ursula, faking a lock-up and getting behind the former Queen of the South Champion with a waistlock. The intent is to bring Ursula up and down but Areano is having a hard time budging the giant. Powering loose of Talia’s grip, Ursula swings back with an elbow but Talia ducks and manages to bull-rush Ursula into the corner throwing a few shoulders, then a few chops, that seem to wear Ursula down a bit. Backing off several steps, Talia comes in with a roaring elbow and pulls Ursula from the ropes, cinching her in for a suplex. The Lady Terminator is having none of this, breaking free and, when Talia comes at her again, driving a boot into her chest with crushing force… more stomping on the woman’s chest while she stands than kicking her!
Hitting the mat hard, Talia is barely able to find the energy to roll away from Ursula’s stomping boot. She pounds after Areano until the young star has nowhere else to go. Picking Talia up by the throat with both hands, Ursula crackerjacks Talia, literally tossing the woman over her head with both hands. Areano lands almost on the other side of the ring, bouncing somewhat… painfully. She comes up with her back arched in pain, but evades the charge of the Lady Terminator, delivering a desperation enzuigiri when Ursula stops herself from crashing into the buckles. Knocked forward a step, UVR’s shoulders set angrily but Talia keeps up the attack, delivering a few back-of-the-head elbows and a tornado DDT… that Urusla kicks out of at one! Talia, in awe, keeps on the attack, delivering a standing moonsault and trying again with a leg hooked, which gets her another quarter-second… but not quite two.
Keeping up the pressure, Talia drops an elbow… and another… and a third! Ursula seems stilled, but as Talia goes to pull her up, she gets close enough for a surprise goozle, trapped in UVR’s imposing grip as the powerhouse gets to her feet! A chokeslam follows but Talia holds on to the arm somehow, trying to get her legs grapevined about UVR’s imposing appendage! Ursula literally pulls her off the mat one-armed, applying her other arm only to position Talia for a powerbomb that, shockingly, doesn’t cause Areano to lose her grip! The second one, however, does, and Talia must summon guts from under guts to kick out before three. Ursula drags her up and winds up for a Great Slap, which Talia ducks out of instinct, grabbing Ursula by the head and delivering a jawbreaker. Rocked, Ursula holds her chin as Talia, inspired by the moment of suffering, grabs Ursula and whips her into the corner hard to set up the SLICE OF HEAVEN! Grabbing the ropes, Ursula keeps from getting yanked back while Talia manages to land on her feet. She boots UVR and tries for a second attempt but Ursula unceremoniously chucks Areano to the mat, leaving her woozy enough to fall to the VON TERMINATOR and the academic three-count.
WINNER: URSULA VON ROSSBACH BY PINFALL AT 17 MINUTES & 12 SECONDS!
Spazz: Ursula took everything Talia had, then chewed her up and spit her the fuck out!
Koss: I really do think it's time for Ursula's opponents to invest in a diesel truck to beat her.
Spazz: Nah nah. Get a Nuke because you remember what happens when a truck hits a Terminator, right? She just gets up, throws the driver out, and runs you down with the goddamn truck!
Koss: Point taken!
Spazz: Ursula took everything Talia had, then chewed her up and spit her the fuck out!
Koss: I really do think it's time for Ursula's opponents to invest in a diesel truck to beat her.
Spazz: Nah nah. Get a Nuke because you remember what happens when a truck hits a Terminator, right? She just gets up, throws the driver out, and runs you down with the goddamn truck!
Koss: Point taken!
ZOEY STAR VS KATIE MONTES
By ZMS
The two competitors start with brief clasping of hands before separating, a brief show of respect relating to their personal and professional relationships. At the bell, they lock-up tight and Zoey has the slight power advantage over the former Cumberland Jet, quickly backing her into the turnbuckles but breaking clean when prompted. She retreats a few steps and makes Katie come to her, resulting in another lock up, though this time Zoey brings her to the mat with a headlock takedown. Zoey is taking this battle gradually for some reason, not rushing in against Montes. However, there’s a fire in the gut of Montes, who arches up and out of Zoey’s grip, hitting a basement dropkick after bounding to her feet and getting a quick one-count. Zoey is up swiftly but Katie is already in motion and out of her reach. Nodding slightly, Zoey motions for another lock-up and gets it, but this time Katie is faster than expected and executes a schoolgirl for another quick pin attempt. Zoey rolls back and up to a knee while Katie stays locked on her light a heat-seeking missile. The Magical Maiden smiles a little, nodding to her little sister and rising to her feet.
Katie charges without prompting, ducking under a clothesline and a back elbow, coming off the second rope with a spinning headscissors that sends Zoey rolling toward the ropes herself. She comes up fast enough to fend of Montes, sending her over the top rope. Catching herself on the apron, Katie rocks Zoey with a forearm to the jaw and bounds to the top, springing off at the champion. As though she has eyes in the back of her head, Zoey turns and snatches Montes out of the air, swinging her down to the mat with a modified powerslam in a rare display of power from the champion. Katie is left rocked a Zoey hooks the leg but still kicks out after a quick two. Zoey draws her up and whips her into the corner, charging in for a big kick though Katie ducks out of the way and when Zoey gets hung up she eats a few kicks to the hamstring before Katie ascends to the top turnbuckle and delivers a blockbuster for a near-fall. So far, Montes is doing an excellent job keeping up with Zoey, to the point that the typical boos are turning to cheers for her, something that catches her a little off-guard. A bit slow to rise, Zoey shakes off the cobwebs and catches Katie coming in for a side slam, though Katie flows through and grabs Zoey for a reverse DDT though the Sorceress Supreme twists out of this and almost spikes Montes with SEEING STARS!
Katie backs away quickly and Zoey looks at her with a very serious expression. Sensing that she’s finally brought the fight out of her big sister, Katie smiles and kips up to her feet, coming at Zoey and ducking a high roundhouse, proceeding to light Zoey up with chops to the chest. They back her into the ropes and Katie moves to Irish whip Zoey, the maneuver reversed and Katie sent for the ride with a big back body drop. She lands hard but is ready for Zoey when the champion goes to pull her up, almost twisting Zoey into an armbar before the champion is able to reach the ropes. Katie still wrenches the arm through the ropes, putting pressure on Zoey’s elbow joint and shoulder. Leaving the ring to alleviate some of the pressure is just what Katie was after; she keeps hold of the arm, looking to ram Zoey shoulder-first into the apron but the champion puts the brakes on this and instead heaves Katie back into the ring. She shakes out her arm a little as she rolls back in but Katie is right back on the attack! Kicks and chops are the order now but Zoey shocks Katie with a headbutt that leaves her reeling a bit, launching into her SHIMMERSTEP combination to knock Katie down though the pin only reaches two.
Fully realizing the fight she’s in, Zoey steps it up a notch and delivers a TRAP CHAMBER before grabbing Katie up and sending her into the turnbuckles, charging right after her! Katie still has juice, though, and runs up the buckles to deliver a WHISPER IN THE WIND to the champion only for Zoey, putting on the brakes just in the nick, to catch Katie on her shoulders and drop with a sit-out powerbomb! The pin is a LONG two, but Katie throws the shoulder up, leaving Zoey chuckling a little and shaking her head, obviously impressed by Montes keeping up the fight. Pulling Katie up, she sets up for SEEING STARS but Montes has her scouted and gets her arm free, bringing Zoey down with a dragon screw and transitioning into an ankle lock with shocking fluidity! Zoey scratches and claws for the ropes, but spends several agonizing moments in the hold before she gets to the ropes. Katie considers holding on through the five-count for a split-second, but lets go. She grabs Zoey by the leg, dragging her back in and snares her arm, this time going for seated Fujiwara armbar on the limb she’d been attacking before. Again the champion is in dire straits, but those long legs let her get a rope break and Katie shows a little frustration at this.
Frustration turns into stepping up the impacts and Zoey is brought up and sent into the ropes before being met with a leaping high knee. Rocked, knocked down to a knee from the shot, Zoey slips out to the apron as Katie gets another running start, looking to knock Madigan-Star to the floor the hard way. At the last moment, Zoey springs in through the top and middle rope to shift into a roll-up that she turns into a half-crab, the BOARDWALK TWISTER! Now she’s putting the grind on Katie, who starts scrambling for the ropes herself, biting her own hand to try and keep from tapping out! Katie does reach the bottom strand and Zoey lets go, but Montes kicks her back when Zoey goes in to pull her up. Drawing herself vertical the ropes, Katie delivers a springboard roundhouse kick that misses Zoey by just inches when the champion ducks! Katie comes down on her feet and Zoey snatches her right arm, preparing for SPELLBOUND, but Katie twists free and goes for a backfist strike which Zoey bridges backwards to avoid. Montes is grabbed for a German but flips out of it, spinning Zoey around but taking a kick right to the midsection, leading to the SEEING STARS and the three-count!
WINNER: ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR BY PINFALL AT 23 MINUTES & 14 SECONDS
POST MATCH
Post-match, Katie is offered a hand up but rises of her own accord with Zoey respectfully giving her room to do so. The two then shake hands once again and embrace with Zoey lifting Katie’s arm as the fans, once again, cheer the former Cumberland Jet much to Katie’s surprise. Shen then heads backstage as Zoey, leaving the ring, takes the microphone (after saying please) from the timekeeper’s table.
Zoey Madigan-Star: One more big hand for Katie Montes, ladies and gentlemen! That was an amazing match that I can’t wait to have again in the future! Come on, she’s earned it!
The fans are happy to comply as Katie gives a tentative wave from the top of the ramp, allowing herself a semblance of a smile before she heads behind the curtain. Turning her mind to the present, Zoey begins to address the packed house.
Zoey Madigan-Star: That being said? Two women got very loud last week about my open challenge… and they’re about to face off in mere moments for a shot at this.
Holding up the Queen of the South Championship gets a cheer from the packed house and, though Zoey smiles quite broadly, she is deadly serious when she speaks.
Zoey Madigan-Star: This belt has been mine for going on eight months now. I have faced women in this ring who have taken me to the edge and beyond. Lord knows there’s even more waiting in the wings, too. But it was instilled in me a long time ago that nothing is worth having if you don’t earn it… and to those people who think they should be handed opportunities and that the world should kiss their feet just because they exist?
You aren’t gonna get far in Southern Rebellion with that attitude. And against me, you’re not going anywhere but down in defeat. Rose and Jessica Jackson know this. That’s why they’re about to throw down for a chance against me. I suggest that those in the back who are fuming about themselves not having this opportunity pay attention. Close your mouths, open your eyes and ears and take it in. You’re about to learn what it takes to be on top.
That said, Zoey puts the microphone down and takes a seat at the announce table on the other side of Joe Koss while he and Spazz rise until she takes her seat.
Joe Koss: We have a little treat in store tonight, Spazz! The Queen of the South is joining us at the table to do a little scouting! Mrs. Madigan-Star, it’s a pleasure!
Joe briefly takes her hand to which Zoey smiles sweetly. Spazz? He’s Spazz.
Spazz: Shit, that ain’t right, Lunchbox! How the hell do you get the best seat in the house next to this Atlantic City slice?!
Laughing musically, Zoey shakes her head and rises from her seat, going behind Koss to give Spazz a kiss on the cheek, leaving a purple lip imprint there.
Zoey Madigan-Star: You’re just as charming as they come, aren’t you?
Spazz actually seems at a loss for words, staring off into space with a glazed, dopey smile on his face.
Joe Koss: Earth to Spazz!
Spazz: I ain’t never washin’ this cheek again, Koss!
Joe Koss: ...guess that’s a small price to pay considering your usual retorts.
Spazz: Don't be jealous of my sex appeal in my presence again, Joe!
Joe Koss: Oh, sure, sure… soon as I seen an example of it!
Laughing at the banter, Zoey leans back after displaying her belt on the table, crossing one leg over the other as the announcements begin for the night’s main event.
TRON SCREEN SEGMENT
“You’re Going Down” by Sick Puppies blares over the PA. However, the lights don’t begin lighting up as per usual. Instead, the tron flickers to life, revealing Samantha “The Titaness” Hamilton on the screen. She flashes a wave, listening first to the audience pop and cheer for her. As the cries die down, she finally begins to speak.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Hello ladies and gents! Unfortunately, I was already scheduled to fight elsewhere, so I can’t say this in person. However … I have had a lot of time to think, and I’ve wanted to express my opinions on … a certain trend that appears to be happening. Not just in SRW, but it’s been the worst here, quite frankly.
The audience seems to know where this may be going and boo. Sam shrugs and continues to speak.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Not to say I’m happy with that sorta attitude. Nah. If anything, it’s only reassured me that I’ve been doing what no one has been able to thus far.
She pulls the formerly Galactic Championship, now remade and recreated into the Coastal Empire Championship, and holds it in front of her.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: I’ve been making this reign mean something. But … I’m not stupid. I know it’s eventually going to leave my hands. Until then, though …
A smug smile spreads over Sam’s face.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: People are gonna have a hell of a challenge in front of them. Now, the real thing I wanted to speak about are all of these post-match attacks. I mean … really. It’s getting fucking old right about now.
Sam’s head moves from side to side.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: It’s also, at least for me, a sign. One that spells people who resort to that shit wouldn’t be the best examples or role models for championships. So … Crystal? I saw your post on Twitter about wanting a rematch. And quite frankly?
Her right hand tilts in the air as she puts the strap back over her shoulder.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Maybe for a non-title bout, sure. But your loss means you don’t deserve an immediate shot at me again. Sorry, not really. Of course, this is all from my point of view. The end call will, ultimately, be Melinda’s. Either way, from where I’m standing and whatnot?
Her head moves from side to side.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Yeah, no. I don’t think it’ll be for this beauty. If, however, it is … then I have one major ass stipulation. Your little group of friends? They stay out of our match. Not because I’m scared of them or shit, nothing close. But if you really want a shot to prove yourself against me? Then fucking do it by your damn self. A real one-on-one match.
Sam points to herself, eyes narrowing slightly.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: My sisters haven’t intervened ever with any of my singles matches here. The only time they’ve been near me are for tag team matches we’ve fought in together. I’d think that sorta gesture would be simple enough to return. So … if you really want me, then I want only you to face me. The moment any of your comrades try to step in?
The Titaness snaps her fingers.
Samantha “Titaness” Hamilton: Game fucking over. I wouldn’t like the thought, but that - should you agree - will count as an immediate disqualification and thus you lose your chance at the Coastal Empire Championship. And for everyone else on the roster? Same message goes for you. You wanna prove yourself against me? Then fucking do it face-to-face, one-on-one. That’s really all there is to it. But this ‘ambushing’ bullshit? I’m nipping that in the bud from here on out. Come at me at your own risk; just know I’ll hit back even harder, and with added interest.
The crowd cheers as the tron flickers off. We then go to the next match of the evening.
Koss: The Coastal Empire Champion reminding everyone that she is not a force to be taken lightly!
Spazz: They call her a Titaness. I ain't about to discount tall, blond, and scary sexy.
Koss: The Coastal Empire Champion reminding everyone that she is not a force to be taken lightly!
Spazz: They call her a Titaness. I ain't about to discount tall, blond, and scary sexy.
MAIN EVENT
QUEEN OF THE SOUTH #1 CONTENDERSHIP MATCH
ROSE VS JESSICA JACKSON
By ZMS
Immediately, Rose puts her power on display, locking up with Jessica only long enough to get a good grip before hurling her to the mat with a massive biel! Jackson is no small woman, so the look of shock on her face is very real as Rose stands back, flexing powerfully as the acerbic Jackson storms to her feet! She gets right in Rose’s face and the two go head-to-head, firing off salty comments back and forth until Rose shoves Jackson back forcefully! Not going down, Jessica retorts by slapping the hell out of Rose… who tongues the inside of her cheek for a moment before chasing Jessica right out of the ring and for a lap or two about the ringside area. Zoey is obviously amused by all this, but a little more so when Jessica slides back into the ring and, upon hitting the ropes, is able to time a basement dropkick to the side of Rose’s head as she comes back in! Lowering the boom in the form of several clubbing blows to the back of the Beautiful and Deadly One, Jessica goes for a punt to the ribs but Rose catches her foot and rises, still gripping that offending leg! Jessica swipes at her a few times, but it earns her nothing! Rose yanks her in and hoists Jackson up with ease, driving her into the mat with a spinebuster that leaves Jessica arched up in pain! Rose turns to Zoey at ringside and points to Jessica with a smirk, then motions to her waist.
Jessica pulls herself up as Zoey looks on, shaking her head a little. Rose keeps right on taunting the champ and Jessica grabs her by the hair, yanking her backwards and torquing Rose’s back against her own! Recoiling from the impact, but still more or less on her feet, Rose cannot immediately get her bearings and Jessica hits the ropes, charging over Rose and delivering a bulldog that gets her a quick two-count. Tossed off the powerful Rose, Jessica tries to keep her focus, putting the boots to Rose before foot-choking her in the corner, breaking at four to screech at the referee about “having five”! Pulling Rose up and shoving her into the buckles, Jessica continues her trash talk in between chops and forearm shivers, telling Rose quite plainly that the shot was going to her. Every blow, instead of wearing Rose down, instead amps her up… and Jessica doesn’t realize it until it’s too late and Rose is grabbing her by the throat, forcefully switching places with her!
From there, an uppercut rocks the newcomer and Rose starts throwing hard shoulders to the midsection to compound Jackson’s pain. Jessica staggers out of the corner and Rose is right there waiting, hitting a delayed vertical suplex that sees Jessica ass-over-teakettle for a good twenty seconds before she’s brought down! She wails at the impact, more damage done to her back as Rose lets out a battle cry and leaps high, dropping an elbow to the solar plexus, her pin attempt a two-count only. Rose continues to use the power that brought her to the dance, scooping and slamming Jessica to the mat ruthlessly and delivering a series of stomps hitting just about all the joints on Jessica’s body. Hoisting Jackson up from being flat on the mat, Rose delivers THEM’S THE BREAKS and gets a longer two-count, but Jessica keeps holding on. Showing a little frustration with her opponent’s tenacity, Rose whips Jessica into the corner and puts her on the second rope. Jessica kicks her away once, twice… and is caught on the third try! Jackson brings her other leg up, dropping the heel on top of Rose’s head, extricating herself from the powerhouse’s grip! From there, she leaps off and grabs Rose on the way down for a BIG DDT… and almost gets the three!
Almost lapsing into a tantrum, Jessica cools off and nods to herself, trying to talk herself up as Rose writhes on the mat. She gets up and throws a few taunting kicks to the back of Rose, shoving her head with the bottom of her boot, yelling at her that she’s not getting anywhere near that title! Staring right at Zoey, Jessica smirks at her, dragging a thumb across her throat before wrapping that arm around Rose’s neck and falling back into a rear naked choke! She wrenches hard on the powerhouse who, in this position, doesn’t have much leeway for escape. Zoey is watching closely as Jessica locks the legs around Rose’s waist, yelling at her to tap while clutching for all she’s worth! However, impatience, takes over and Jessica changes tacks; now, she looks to put the Beautiful and Deadly Rose in her signature IN THE CLUTCHES OF JACKSON! But she has trouble getting the thick limbs of Rose bent the way she wants, the frustration finally leading to her instead stomping the hell out of her muscular adversary, pulling her arms back and bracing her foot between the shoulders before shoving down! The referee again hassles Jessica but she threatens to backhand her before going back to Rose, calling instead for THE PRINCESS PLUNGE!
She sets Rose up but some life comes into the powerhouse, who tries to grab Jessica around the legs to stall the incoming impact! Battering Rose with everything she has, Jessica tries to keep THE PRINCESS PLUNGE coming, but Rose gets under her proper and hoists Jessica up over her head, delivering a desperation Alabama Slam that rocks the ring! Rose, after several moments, drapes an arm over Jackson, but only gets a two-count! The fans are on their feet and the Queen of the South Champion can’t tear her eyes away from the action! Rose, trying to shake off the punishment, grabs Jessica by the hair and pulls her up, dragging Jackson between her thighs and setting up for BANG BANG YOU’RE DEAD! On the first lift, Jessica gets a few good shots at the head of Rose, who still slams her down hard, locking the hands before bringing her back up and dropping her a second time! Jessica, on the third lift, rakes at the eyes enough that Rose staggers backwards into the ropes, recoiling, and Jessica looks to rear back and flip Rose over. But the power of the Beautiful and Deadly One is too much! She forces Jessica back up and delivers the third powerbomb, finally putting Jessica down for the one-two-three!
WINNER: ROSE BY PINFALL AT 20 MINUTES & 2 SECONDS!
Spazz: All this time and I just thought of Rose just being another muscular big girl but tonight, Joey Boy, she changed my mind!
Koss: Rose has always been an impressive specimen in the ring and now she has a shot at the highest honor in the land, the Queen of the South championship!
Spazz: But can she dethrone Zoey Star? The Queen of Magically delicious has held against even Ursula Von-Freaking-Rossbach! How the hell can Rose beat the woman who managed to beat the Terminator not once, but fucking twice man?
Koss: It'll be an uphill battle for sure, but we won't know until it happens and who knows? Anything can happen in the world of professional wrestling. For now, this is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz saying goodnight!
Spazz: SNOOTCH TO THE BOOTCH!!!
*Cut to credits*
Spazz: All this time and I just thought of Rose just being another muscular big girl but tonight, Joey Boy, she changed my mind!
Koss: Rose has always been an impressive specimen in the ring and now she has a shot at the highest honor in the land, the Queen of the South championship!
Spazz: But can she dethrone Zoey Star? The Queen of Magically delicious has held against even Ursula Von-Freaking-Rossbach! How the hell can Rose beat the woman who managed to beat the Terminator not once, but fucking twice man?
Koss: It'll be an uphill battle for sure, but we won't know until it happens and who knows? Anything can happen in the world of professional wrestling. For now, this is Joe Koss and Mike Spazz saying goodnight!
Spazz: SNOOTCH TO THE BOOTCH!!!
*Cut to credits*