Post by Melinda Rhodes on May 27, 2020 17:30:04 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA
ROME, GA
5/28/2020
"Toxic" cover by Lauren Babic 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. The fans cheer as pyro columns pop loud and bright on the stage in a myriad of colors, When the smoke clears, there stands a wicked looking Jenny Beck with spiked black hair and black leather pants, white Frog Leap Studios T-shirt, black buckle boots and matching leather jacket.
Jenny Beck: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAKKEEEEE UUUUUPPPPP!!! NAP TIME IS OVVVVAAAHHH!!! ARE YOU READY TO BE MOTHERFUCKIN' SSSAAAAAVVVVVAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEESSSS??!
The crowd pops and cheers loudly as Jenny bobs her head to the music! Rhythmically, she dances her way down to ringside in perfect harmony to the metal cover of Toxic. Upon arrival, she slides into the ring, rolls to her feet and pops up with a fist in the air.
Jenny Beck: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, ROCKERS AND ROCKETTS, IT'S SSSSAAAAVVVVVAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHHUUURRRSSDDDAAAYYYY!!! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE BADDEST BOYS IN COMMENTARY! JOE KOSS AND MICHEAL B. SPAZZ!!!!
We cut to the table and there they are, Mike Spazz and Joe Koss!
Koss: Ladies and germs, welcome to the show! We have a packed card as always! Deville vs Winston, Black defending against Christina Z, Dream Machines versus Wildside, Chance vs Pat Rose, Steele's Conquest title on the line against Lindstrom, Mom's of Destruction vs House of Dix.
Spazz: You know man, how the fuck are they in the main event? They win one match and it's to the fucking moon? THEY'S A TAG TEAM WITH DICKS IN THEIR NAME DOG!!!
Koss: And your point?
Spazz: House of D.I.C.K.S, motherfucker!
Koss: I remember a tag team back in the day called the Richards. Harry Richards and Dickenson Richards and both men were bald and well, they looked like a pair of huge veiny dicks with all the roids they took. So the fans started calling them the Dick Heads and you know what? Those two STILL got over. So I'm not even going to knock House of Dix.
Spazz: That doesn't excuse House of Dicks man, this is like blatant as fuck!
Koss: So says the man who routinely drops F-Bombs on air and talks all kinds of suggestive shit about the ladies he's watching.
Spazz: To-fuckin'-che'....
Koss: We also have a contract signing tonight and Melinda Rhodes is going to address what happened at our last event, when a fan, turning out to be former EWC TV Champion, Valora Thomas, jumped the guard rail and attacked her.
Spazz: Rhodes is tough, but fuck did she get knocked stupid last week yo!
Koss: I'm honestly interested in what she has to say about it. The history is pretty fucked up.
Spazz: When has history every not been fucked up in our business?
Koss: Touche' indeed!
Tracy: Come on ladies and germs, come one come all. Enjoy the finest treats this side of the ocean and that side of Canada!
Wendy: Yes, please, if you don’t eat these foodsies Tracy will and we are supposed to main event tonight!
Dixon mutters under her breath.
Tracy: ..not funny House.
Luckily the next pair of happy customers show up before Wendy can respond a skinny looking blonde girl with a rather..rotund gentleman who seems not so used to being outdoors, judging by the way he is engaging in perspiration.
Wendy Well Hello me’s name is House but you can call me Wendy or Hall Of Fame Housie if you wan’t. What could we get you two today? Some ribs? Some fries? Maybe some..
She didn’t get a chance to finish before the rotund gentleman cuts her off.
Man: “..say, aren’t you two ladies them there female wrasslers who get sweaty in lingeries and grunt and groan in the ring with all of them holds and..”
He seems to be out of breath, face turning red when he reaches for his inhaler to have a wiff. Tracy looks ready to smash him head first to the grill bout House the eternal cool character that she is just smiles politely.
Wendy: Oh no sweetie, this isn’t THAT kind of show at all. There are paid channels and online services for it though. Me’s not allowed in such sites since I’m a kid but when I grow up I can google you some suggestions and..
Huffing and puffing the man stares at the woman then at House.
Man: ..but, but I read on social media that this here S R W is just that kind of place!
Unable to bite her tongue Tracy does her best sarcastic voice.
Tracy: Well gosh darn it, nobody would ever go all the way to the internet to lie.
Sadly the beauty of this delivery is lost on the bloated blimp.
Man: I KNOW RIGHT?!
While This exchange is happening Tracy turns her attention to the poor woman who looks like she is hoping for the very ground to eat her up rather than stand there next to this..person.
Tracy: Aren’t you a skinny little thing? Has he not been feeding you properly? Has this buster been eating all of your treats?
House chimes in nodding to her.
Wendy: I know how you feel dear..
She rolls her eyes at Tracy significantly who glares at House before regaining her composure.
Tracy: Don’t you worry girl. I got the hookup for you something every girl needs.
She leans in to fetch out a rather sizable produce between the tongs.
Tracy: A BIG OL’ SAUSAGE. You haven’t had one of these in a while have you? No wonder you are starving.
She gives a meaningful look at the outraged “fan” who looks like he might faint any moment being treated like this by female wrestlers, obviously he was used to being taunted by the male counterparts but had no idea women folk could do it too and be somewhat SAVAGE at it, if you pardon the pun.
The woman blushed, before taking the treat from Tracy.
Woman: ....I do like a big sausage. Thanks!
House thrusts one at the fat guy.
House: One for you too, tubbo. Consider it a goal.
The two shuffle off, as we head back to the show.
Spazz: The fuck did we just watch?
Koss: I don't know but our first match is coming up next!
Chelsea pumps her fists and stomps her foot in from across the ring as Cherry gets to her feet, then takes off with a burst of speed! At the last second, Cherry leap frogs over her, Chelsea moving with so much momentum that she hurls herself shoulder first between the turnpads and into the steel! She pulls herself out, clutching her shoulder, turns and is booted in the gut and dropped with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!!!
Cherry gathers her stunned foe up, tosses her up brings her down with THE CHERRY BOMB, holding it for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE BY PINFALL!!!
Koss: Hard fought match, but Cherry had a leg up on Chelsea tonight!
Spazz: Fuck man, I gotta' pay $20 to the boy in Catering 'cause I had money on fuckin' Scotland Brave yo!
Koss: Gambling on wrestling matches is always a dumb decision. It can go either way!
Another flash cut brought Juliet into view, the Hardcore champion's head covered in a black executioners hood, though the presence of the belt over her shoulder and the sleeve tattoo being visible made it clear exactly who it was hidden by the hood, and the Dublin accent just sealed it as she began to speak. The music playing in the background was Bring Me The Horizons "Hospital For Souls"
Juliet: Lately, questions have been asked about what I've done in ring to opponents being necessary. Or the most recent one that was asked a few weeks ago, about the hand that came out the TV in that last video I shot. To answer that last one, there are fuckers out there I wish I could reach out of the TV and slug in the face with Bareknuckle Glam. Simple as that. A fuckin' middle finger in me own style. As for what I do, being it the Skull Fuck onto broken glass, chairs to the back of the head, some fuckers didn't learn the rules that when I tell them to Stay their arse down, then they should stay their arse the fuck down. Sometimes, you just got to hammer that particular fucking point home.
The Champion hoisted the belt up on her shoulder.
Juliet: I've never gotten into this business to make friends, and I don't play nice with anyone unless I'm sufficiently motivated. At best I'm considered Mercenary, and at worst, I'm the Demon that lurks at the back of your mind, haunting you with the fact that I'm very much flesh and you don't realize where I am until the blow strikes.
Another pause as the Champion reached to the light source, a fiery torch that had been lit, causing the flickering of flame.
Juliet: And that brings me around to Christina Zdunich, someone I've been waiting to get my hands on for quite some time. Ever since this place came up, we've had a few issues from the time before that we never truly fuckin' sorted out. The whole cage match, the battles before, nothing concrete ever came out of that. So we'll sort it here and now. And I say "we'll" knowin' fully well that it's all about me sortin' it and takin' care of this bollocks once and fer fuckin' all.
It was at this point that behind Juliet, was a stake set up, a blonde woman tied to the stake, which was set up for one thing...
Juliet: Now you've got to be wondering somewhat Christina... how badly does Dublin's Loudest hold grudges and vendettas? How badly does she despise anyone who's evaded karma? How fuckin' bad does she hate your guts an' every other fuckin' thing about you? Well, you'll find that out when you step into my world. A world that is so sharp and pointy that any fucker else who ain't a Deathmatch Worker doesn't want to follow me after a match, with referee's still wearing the rigger gloves to protect their hands because they know there's still broken glass around. I've even got a few new tricks that I want to debut, that'll make you realize that there's a reason I've held this belt for as long as I have: That no one is more sadistically creative than Juliet Black. See you soon bitchcakes.
And then, a few more snap cuts, Juliet raising the torch, holding it as the stake was prepared, before the torch was thrown into the wood, igniting the pyre into a blazing inferno, a cacophony of screams were heard as though Banshee's were unleashed, with the cameras final view being of the Hardcore Championship belt...
Spazz: I think somebody gonna' die, dog!
Koss: Anything can happen in professional wrestling!
House: WOLL UP WOLL UP! An’ not the kind you’s win matches wiv! Get you’s first edition, first time ever HOUSE OF DIX MERCH wight here! We’s got t-shirts, an’.... Um... just t-shirts acshully, but dey’s one of a kind and of highly mediocre quality!
Most of the fans ignore the ramblings of House, mainly out of a mild sense of dread, but a couple of guys wander up to where House & Dixon are peddling their unofficial gimmick table.
Dude: Hey, I didn’t know you guys had merch released!
Tracy: AH... well, technically, SRW hasn’t made us any merch TECHNICALLY...
House: Yah, so me’s designed some shirts meself. Me’s best fwiend is mawwied to dis guy, who’s like the king of merch, he westled a koala in Austwalia in 1976 and... OW.
Dixon cuffs House round the back of the head.
Dude: Uh... yeah, great. So can I see the goods?
House: ME’S NINE! ME’S NOT TAKING OFF ME’S...
Tracy: WENDY! He wants to look at the shirts!
House: ....Oh. Well yeah, okay!
House reaches behind her, and pulls up a white t-shirt that has HOUSE OF DIX written on it in sharpie.
House: TA-DA!!!
The two fans look at each other, a bit confused.
Dude: ...That’s a white t-shirt, that you wrote on with a sharpie.
This makes Wendy beam with pride.
House: YUP, HANDMADE dat’s why it’s so expensifide!
Dude: ..so..you want me to buy this white t-shirt you wrote the team’s name for..how much?
Wendy: ..ten..no fifteen buckaroos!
Dude: Fifteen bucks!? Really?!
Wendy: Yu-huh, these be limited edition collection versions only..about couple of dozen made in the world.
Dude: Why so few, there’s thousands of people in attendance.
House’s shoulders droop and she looks like drenched puppy.
Wendy: Me’s hand got tired..and the marker ran out.
The two fans look at one and other. Damn near ready to walk out when House’s eyes light up.
Wendy: If you’s buy now you also get these limited editions 8x10’s from my historical hall of fame career. Me’s can sign them for practically free..if yous got a pen.
She shoves out a box of black&white and some colored 8x10’s the Dude picks one up.
Dude: ..this looks like your face, just glued on Kate Steele’s head?!
Wendy: Nu-uh, that my own face,! You lie, You’ve been tampering with the pictures, me’s could sue you for millions of dollaridoos!
Tracy: Look man..it’s all just fun and games. Times are tough, we are wrestlers looking to make it big. Any notoriety is good stuff, we are main eventing tonight and once we break it big you can go around claiming to own the first OG merchandise in your hood..how about it?
The fans look at each other, murmuring the other dude looks at a different picture?
“..that’s not even SRW title in this one is it?”
Wendy: DUH me’s haven’t won one here yet! But I held beltsies elsewhere, it’s more than you ever will win!
She seems upset and Dixon steps in.
Tracy: What Wendy means is that those are Vintage pictures, out of print, some of those companies don’t even exist anymore..
Wendy: SOME MES JUST MADE UP!
Tracy: ..what I mean bro, is that the prices will go up on those. Now appreciate the hustle and give up some dollars or move on, if you don’t buy these someone else will and they will be laughing at you for missing a chance of a lifetime. I’m just trying to help you out here.
Dude: I... I dunno man, I...
House: Pwease?
Dude: Uh...
House leans right up putting on her best sad kitty face.
House: PWEEEEEASSSSE?
The dude sighs.
Dude: I’ll give you ten bucks.
House: DONE!!!
The guys shuffle off with their merch and House beams at Tracy.
House: Only 90 bucks more to bweak even!!!
We head back to the show.
Spazz: Are they fuckin' scalping our shit in the parking lot?!
Koss: Actually it looks like they made their own shirts using sharpie markers, hot glue, and finger paints....
Spazz: I ain't even paying five for that shit! I know three year olds who can do better!
Koss: You can knock many things, but a hustle isn't one of them, Mikey.
Spazz: True that.... I can't believe that motherfucker actually paid for that!
Koss: The force has great power over the weak-minded.
Spazz: But what about when it's being used by the weak-minded?
Koss: Then we're all pretty much fucked.
Zenna kicks out.
B-Brat gets to her feet and all but dances to the corner and then jumps up for a whuisp[er in the wind. Zenna catches her and spins into a powerbomb, holding for the cover.
B-Brat kicks out.
Zenna grabs B-Brat by the arm and goes to the corner where she tags in Seleana. Seleana comes in and kicks B-Brat in the ribs. Zenna releases her hold on time perfectly and steps out as Seleana steps under B-Brat to put her in the electric chair. Seleana tags in Zenna and then steps back. Zenna climbs up and hits B-Brat with a dropkick that sends her off Seleana’s shoulders. B-Brat crashes to the mat hard and Zenna covers.
B-Brat gets a shoulder up.
Zenna goes to pull her up and egst dragged down into an inside cradle.
Zenna kicks out. B-Brat rolls away and makes the tag to Halo. Zenna gets to her feet just in time for Halo to come over, looking for the Black 13. Zenna sidesteps it and Halo lands on her back. Zenna goes to drop an elbow but Halo rolls out of the way and Zenna hits the mat hard. Halo jumps on and starts to go for the Painkiller Fujiwara armbar. Zenna tries to roll away but Halo changes it into the bridging version, Halo On Fire. Zenna reaches out and grabs the bottom rope with her toes. The referee starts to call for the break and Halo rolls into a side cardle before he can even threaten to count.
Zenna kicks out.
Halo grabs Zenna and makes the tag to B-Brat. Halo hoists Zenna up and B-Brat jumps off into a tornado ddt executing Gimme More! B-Brat covers.
Seleana makes the save!
As Seleana quickly retreats to her corner. B-Brat makes the tag to Halo. B-Brat slaps Zenna and then rushes to the corner. Halo hits the chasing Zenna for the Black 13, GOTCHA! Halo tags in B-Brat and slips out as B-Brat comes off the top for the Hollywood Hills frog splash.
Seleana breaks up the pin!
Halo starts to come in but Seleana catches her for a drop toehold that makes Halo land in a headbutt to her own partner’s crotch. Halo staggers up and Seleana hist the Family Tradition, landing Halo on B-Brat again. Halo rolls away as Seleana grabs B-Brat and puts her up into the electric chair again. Zenna staggers up, wobbles to the corner and ascends to the top. Seleana nods and Wildside hits B-Brat with Ride The Lightning.
1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNER: WILDSIDE BY PINFALL!
Koss: WILDSIDE FOR THE WIN!
Spazz: The Zdunich's are back in business, lunchbox! Dream Machines came close, but Wildside showed 'em that close only counts in hand shoes and horse grenades!
Koss: What?
Spazz: You heard me.
Getting Patti up, she sends her for the ropes, Patti comes back with a surprise Lou Thesz Press, but River doesn't go down and instead hits THE POMMEL STRIKE, hooking Patti's leg for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: RIVER CHANCE BY PINFALL!!!
Spazz: NEVER LOU THESZ A STRONG WRESTLER! FUCK!!!
Koss: Patti was just splattered by that Spinebuster at the end there! The match was short but what explosive power by River Chance!
Spazz: She's a brick shithouse with a doll face, what else were you expecting?
Koss: Impressive displays never cease to amaze me.
#SHOT THROUGH THA’ HEART….
Out steps the Rebel on that stage with a loud cheer from the crowd, wearing ring gear and a long red coat. In her hand is a clipboard and documentation of some sort. She heads down the aisle at a fast paced clip, hops up onto the apron and slips into the ring. One of the security guards tosses her a microphone which she uses to address the crowd.
Rebel: SUP PEEEEOOOPPPPLLLLLLEEEEE!!!! Hope ya’ll are enjoyin’ the show and don’t mind me having a little extra security in this ring, but unlike last week, I ain’t hear to check up on ya’ll but to actually officiate and I don’t want anymore surprises up in here.
She steps around to the side of the table facing the stage, placing the clipboard down on the table.
Rebel: Last week, I got a blast from the past straight upside my head outta’ nowhere. Now this gal, she’s rented headspace from me before. This bitch right here wasted alot of angry nights on the gal who is sitting in the back right now under a watchful eye on the far side of the Gorilla position backstage.
Melinda eases down into her seat, crossing her legs and leaning back in the rather comfortable office chair.
Rebel: So without further adu, I call down to ringside Valora Thomas….
Papa Roach’s “Kick in the Teeth” plays over the P/A as out steps Valora Thomas wearing her civilian attire of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, rather plainly dressed and yet the intense look of a competitor is worn on her face. If there were any confusion, she didn’t show it as she marched her way down to ringside.
She climbs the steps and slips through the ropes into the ring. Immediately one of the guards places a hand on his taser and Mel puts a hand up at him.
Rebel: We’re all friends here. Have a seat, Valora.
Valora shakes her head and instead remains standing. The Rebel leans back further in her seat, foot on the table and completely at ease.
Rebel: Hand her a microphone would ya’?
The butch guard leans over and requests a mic from the time keeper’s table, then hands it to Valora who snatches it from her hand.
Valora: Alright you egotistical bitch, what the fuck do you want? Want to rub it in before you have the cops haul me off in cuffs? Ain’t you done enough already to ruin my life?!!!!
The Rebel quirks her brow at Valora.
Rebel: First, if I wanted you hauled off and thrown in the slammer for a few years, I’d have pressed charges and kept all this shit off camera beyond a simple explanation. Nah nah, I got something better for you-
Valora: *interrupting* -Something better? HA! Gonna’ have your goon squad beat me up in front of the crowd?
Mel rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Rebel: Fuck no, they’re just here for decoration and to tase your ass if you try to kick my head off before I finish this proposition. You interested in getting your life back?
Valora almost explodes at her, but then looks at her with a puzzled look as the words impact her brain. Genuine confusion writes itself across her face.
Valora: FU-what?
Melinda slides the paper towards her.
Rebel: You see, what I have here is a limited term contract. It can be terminated at anytime by either of us. Now the initial aim is to put you in the ring against me, here on my turf, Southern Rebellion Wrestling, at our next Pay Per View event, Destination Unknown. We ain’t gonna’ be the main event, we’re just going to set the bar for the rest of the event.
She rises from her chair as Valora watches on. There’s a hint of pain on Melinda’s face as she looks back at her old foe.
Rebel: Thing is, it extends after that match. I want to give you the chance I never got. We get in the ring, we settle this shit like real wrestlers. No tweets attacking our personal lives, no cheap bullshit like lawyers and jail time. You and me, Hon, in the ring, settling it. Do you want a shot? One last chance? Or do you want to throw it all away here and now and piss off out of my ring?
Melinda picks up a pin and holds it out to her. The crowd starts chanting.
Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!!!
Valora hesitates, looking at the pin, at Melinda, and then back at the crowd. For once in her life, she’s uncertain, not knowing what to do or how to handle it. If not for the six foot spaced apart, yet still very loud crowd, the silence would be deafening. Finally, Valora takes the pin from the Rebel’s hand and the crowd cheers with huge aplomb! Melinda puts her hand out to Valora and after another moment of hesitation, she takes it. The shake is firm and tense. Suddenly Valora pulls the Rebel over the table and face to face.
Valora: You’re right…. We will settle it. If you want to pay me to destroy you, so. Fucking. BE IT!!!
The Guards move in but the Rebel holds a hand up to them, stopping them. Valora shoves her back, sending Mel stumbling back into her chair.
Valora: See you at Destination Unknown, Rhodes…..
Melinda pushes herself back up out of her chair and nods.
Rebel: Win or lose, you made the right call.
Valora snickers.
Valora: Too bad you didn’t.
She then drops down and rolls out of the ring as “Kick in the Teeth” plays over the P/A. Melinda nods her head, knowing full well the fight she was in for…..
Spazz: Is the Boss sure she wants to do this?
Koss: Her house, her rules. This is a surprisingly big gesture from Rebel, though. She isn't known for forgiving a grudge.
Spazz: Well they are havin' a match to settle that shit hard, so I don't know if it's forgiveness just yet, lunchbox.
Koss: We'll find out at Destination Unknown!
Kate: Hey everyone this is your Conquest Champion. I just want to say that it feels good to be your Champion. I won this title from the likes of River Chance and since then I have pretty much been unstoppable. I am not going to let anybody get in my way of trying to accomplish a feat of potentially being one of the very best that this company has to offer.
Kate chuckles as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Kate: Things really started off rough for me in this company. I had a long hard fought battle with Lyra and ever since then I felt like my path has kicked off in such a great way. I have been involved in so many epic feuds and been around things that have shaped me in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Kate nods her head again as she continues to speak.
Kate: Ursula really broke me down but I feel like I have really grown into my strides and am a really proud member of this roster. Through hard work and dedication I am going to do every single thing in my power to take things to another level and I won’t let anything get in my way of trying to achieve greatness. Not now and certainly not ever.
Kate nods her head.
Kate: Maja might be as tough as they come but I am not going to let her stroll over me tonight. I am going to defend my title and I will keep on growing as a wrestler. I might be the smallest woman in the roster but I have the biggest heart and nothing can stop me. Not now and certainly not ever.
Koss: Strong words by the champion! Let's see if she can uphold them!
Spazz: My Swedereole is gonna' knock her fuckin' block off and wear some gold, Fats!
Kate shows her veteran status, quickly ducking a lunging clothesline and using a back leg sweep to bring Maja down to the mat. A springboard leg drop follows for a two-count, leading to Kate clamping on a chinlock and putting the squeeze on one of the Fallen Angels. From Maja’s expression, it looks dangerously close to a choke but Kate fervently denies this when the official questions her. Fighting her way up to her feet, Maja endeavors to elbow her way out but a few clubbing shots to the back and shoulders stun her. Kate hits a German of her own for another two, then a spinning heel kick for good measure. She decides to try and put things away early with SILENCE IS GOLDEN, but Maja is up with her on the ropes before Kate can measure her. Fists get to flying in the high rent district and Maja gets Kate under the chin with a big right hand. She sends Kate sprawling to the mat and sets herself for EYE OF THE STORM, but the champion gets the knees up!
Reeling again, Maja staves off another pin attempt and turns it into an inside cradle of her own for two. Kate is out of sorts enough after this to take a stun gun from Maja, leaving her draped over the ropes and fully positioned for the HUNG OUT TO DRY! Lindstrom only has four seconds to use, but she makes the most of them with Kate reeling and screeching all the while. Left to drop to the mat, Kate comes up to her feet and eats a boot to the midsection. ANGEL’S DEMISE is set up but Steele shoves Maja off, sending her into the ropes. Meeting her with a hard knee, Kate delivers a float-over DDT but Maja gets a foot on the ropes. Frustration is setting in for Steele and she starts biting back at the people jeering her in that moment. Maja unleashes a flurry and delivers the ANGEL’S DEMISE outta nowhere, but Steele has a foot on the ropes to break things up. Going low, Kate scoops Maja up for the PUNK DRIVER, but Lindstrom shimmies loose, running Steele into the corner with a hold of her head, looking for her FAMILY TRADITION, but Kate holds on to the ropes, stopping the full execution. Kicking Maja away, Kate goes to the top again, but Maja is right there with her, the two women having yet another dangerous slugfest several feet above the ring. This time, however, it ends well for neither woman; balance is lost as the brawl gets nastier and both women topple off and through the nearby announce table, smashing hard enough that neither can answer the ten count!
WINNER: DRAW - DOUBLE COUNT OUT
Spazz: I should check on my SwedeReole and see if she's ok n' shit!
Koss: Sit your ass down, Spazz-O and let the professionals handle it!
Spazz: But....
Koss: No buts, you know the rules!
Spazz: ....I was gonna' give her mouth to mouth!
Koss: No Mikey, she's breathing just fine. Don't make me break out the shoe!
Marty: Good evening ladies! Tonight, the two of you will compete in the main event against the Mothers of Destruction. This is obviously a huge step for you as a tag team; how are you feeling right now?
House: Me’s feeling good! Gooder than good. Like... big good. DIxie an’ me’s been chompin’ at the bit, an we’s got big plans! We’s gonna go into fat wing, whip up dem soccer mommas, den we’s gonna rush outside an’ try sell more of our homemade original merchies! House of Dix merch, just like momma used to make em!
Marty: ..that sounds like some risky business. How do you plan on explaining yourselves to Melinda Rhodes when she finds out about you selling your own merchandise during the SRW shows?
Before House gets a turn Dixon nabs the microphone.
Tracy: How? How are we going to explain ourselves? We don’t have to explain a g-damn thing Marty, sweetie. Our owner is hardcore she respects the effort, she’s seen the strides we have been making and that is why we are Main Eventing tonight. Our opponents wanna talk about how we are “too amped up” or something. We’ll thats how we roll! This here, is Southern Rebel Wrestling, this place isn’t for those who want to tone down and behave. Rebels do what rebels wanna do and if we are amped up it’s because the fans who come to these shows deserve us at our most amped up! If they wanted to watch a bunch of women try to throw shade at one another they could just stick with any form of social media or some of those horrible reality shows. This is about WRESTLING and that is what we do. We made it to the Main Event and we are going to make sure that tonight won’t be the last time you see House Of Dix in that spot. Mothers of Destruction can consider themselves lucky that this one isn’t for the Southern Star Cross Tag Championship too because if it was we might just amp it out of their hands too!
Wendy: Deys not the champions though. Shieldmaidens Riot Group are, me’s read it on the interwebs..and you know what they say: nobody would go all the way to the internet to tell lies, except Todd Howard. But just him.
Tracy: Be that as it may, Mothers Of Destruction can act all big and bad and tough if they want, with ominous names, veiled threats and such. It won’t make a lick of difference because there is no reason why they should act better than us. Yeah we haven’t had gold in SRW but neither have they. We go out there, match in and match out to entertain the fans to give them what they want in these hard times we have to live in. We don’t always win but we don’t always lose either but whatever the result is tonight, next show or ten shows after that House Of Dix will keep hustlin’ and bustlin’ we’ll be making shows and dealing blows, you feeling me daddy?
Poor Proust seems confused.
Marty: ..not really no, you went on quite the roll there miss.
Wendy: Don’t wuzzle about it Marty. Have a shirt.
She throws a House of Dix shirt to him.
Wendy: Simple fact is, we’s kinda been kickin’ around this place since the getstart, an’ yeah. Peoples made fun of us. Heck, kinda a large part of da weason we came together is coz no-one took us sewiously as singles. But we’s defo turned a corner, an’ with my bwains an’ her beefy butt, we’s can take over da world!
Marty: So, any final words for your opponents tonight or the fans watching tonight?
Tracy: Yeah, I hope that Mothers Of Destruction doubt us and sell us short because that is what so many of our opponents have already done and it seems to make us do even better. If they are smart enough to take us seriously though, that’s even better because we have all the motivation in the world to better ourselves against the best this place has to offer. There is a reason why House and myself have stayed here all this time since things changed. We like it here and we haven’t gone anywhere yet and I don’t think there is anyone who could drive us out..I suppose Mel could fire us, but if she did the hustle would go on and we’d just go somewhere else. So there is that..and for the fans. It doesn’t matter if you are one here tonight or someone watching anywhere around the world..House Of Dix is here for you, we appreciate you just as you are and if a pair like us can make it in this world, then So. Can. You.
House: Hell yeah! ....Wait, was that a diss? Ah whatevz! HOUSE OF DIX IS IN EFFECT, Y’ALL!!
And with that, we head back to ringside.
Spazz: ....How the fuck are they in our main event again?
Koss: Maybe Rhodes sees something in them that you don't.
Spazz: When the brains of the outfit says shit like SEWIOUSLY and BWAINS and says WEASON instead of REASON, there's something seriously fucking wrong with this picture here!
Koss: Ours is not to question, just comment.
Spazz: But part of commentary is questioning!!! THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE LUNCHBOX!!!
Koss: Wrestling's crazy. Your point is invalid.
Spazz: .......~.~......
Wendy kicks out!
Lyra jumps up and the Mothers hit Tracy with a double dropkick that tips her off-balance and sends her through the ropes to the floor. Tracy lands on the floor with the sound of raw meat smacking down on a cutting board. Wendy gets to her feet and lands a forearm shot on Dona, then one on Lyra. As she goes back to Dona, the painted woman gets in a kick to the stomach. Wendy doubles over and the Mothers grab her by the hair and throw her onto her back on the mat. Lyra grabs Dona, hooks her up and hits the Momma Bomb, Dona almost bouncing off Wendy’s chest. Lyra drops down to cover, hooking the leg.
Wendy gets a shoulder up.
Dona climbs up to the top turnbuckle and Lyra moves, leaving Wendy on the mat. Dona leaps off for the Toxicosis diving headbutt. Dona rolls away and Lyra covers again.
Wendy barely gets a shoulder up.
The Mothers of Destruction drag Wendy up and throw her bodily into the corner. Wendy bounces off the turnbuckles and the Mothers catch her for a double flapjack into the middle of the ring. They pull Wendy back up and shove her into the ropes and then hit her with a double spinebuster. As they look to cover her again, Tracy rolls into the ring and runs over for a double clothesline, dropping both Lyra and Dona. Lyra staggers up and Tracy smashes her in the back with a forearm shot that sends Lyra into the ropes. As Lyra bounces back, Tracy hits her in the lower back again. Lyra falls across the bottom rope. Dona kicks at Tracy and the larger woman ducks it, catching an arm and hoisting her up for a combination hip toss/one arm spinebuster. Dona crashes to the mat and Tracy eats a Wolf Fang superkick that glances off the side of her head from Lyra. Lyra runs over and tries for a Thesz Press but Tracy is able to catch her and throw her over for a flapjack. Dona staggers up and starts to move when Wendy rolls her up seemingly out of nowhere.
1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNERS: HOUSE OF DIX BY PINFALL
Koss: WOOOAH! UPSET VICTORY OF THE NIGHT!!!
Spazz: ..........................o.o....
Koss: You're actually speechless!
Spazz: ......................HOW THE FUCK??!!!
Koss: I KNOW RIGHT?! Mother's of Destruction are NOT liking this at all! Tracy and Wendy are celebrating like mad in that ring and nobody saw this coming at all!
Spazz: ................
Koss: That's all the time we have! Good night everyone and thanks for watching! May the rest of your night be awesome!
Spazz: No fucking way! HACKS! I CALL HACKS!!!! HHHHAAAAACCCKKKKSSS!!!!
Jenny Beck: WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAKKEEEEE UUUUUPPPPP!!! NAP TIME IS OVVVVAAAHHH!!! ARE YOU READY TO BE MOTHERFUCKIN' SSSAAAAAVVVVVAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEEESSSS??!
The crowd pops and cheers loudly as Jenny bobs her head to the music! Rhythmically, she dances her way down to ringside in perfect harmony to the metal cover of Toxic. Upon arrival, she slides into the ring, rolls to her feet and pops up with a fist in the air.
Jenny Beck: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS, ROCKERS AND ROCKETTS, IT'S SSSSAAAAVVVVVAAAAGGGEEE TTTHHHHUUURRRSSDDDAAAYYYY!!! MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE BADDEST BOYS IN COMMENTARY! JOE KOSS AND MICHEAL B. SPAZZ!!!!
We cut to the table and there they are, Mike Spazz and Joe Koss!
Koss: Ladies and germs, welcome to the show! We have a packed card as always! Deville vs Winston, Black defending against Christina Z, Dream Machines versus Wildside, Chance vs Pat Rose, Steele's Conquest title on the line against Lindstrom, Mom's of Destruction vs House of Dix.
Spazz: You know man, how the fuck are they in the main event? They win one match and it's to the fucking moon? THEY'S A TAG TEAM WITH DICKS IN THEIR NAME DOG!!!
Koss: And your point?
Spazz: House of D.I.C.K.S, motherfucker!
Koss: I remember a tag team back in the day called the Richards. Harry Richards and Dickenson Richards and both men were bald and well, they looked like a pair of huge veiny dicks with all the roids they took. So the fans started calling them the Dick Heads and you know what? Those two STILL got over. So I'm not even going to knock House of Dix.
Spazz: That doesn't excuse House of Dicks man, this is like blatant as fuck!
Koss: So says the man who routinely drops F-Bombs on air and talks all kinds of suggestive shit about the ladies he's watching.
Spazz: To-fuckin'-che'....
Koss: We also have a contract signing tonight and Melinda Rhodes is going to address what happened at our last event, when a fan, turning out to be former EWC TV Champion, Valora Thomas, jumped the guard rail and attacked her.
Spazz: Rhodes is tough, but fuck did she get knocked stupid last week yo!
Koss: I'm honestly interested in what she has to say about it. The history is pretty fucked up.
Spazz: When has history every not been fucked up in our business?
Koss: Touche' indeed!
PRE-TAPED
We find ourselves outside the arena a few hours before the show is due to go live. There is a large BBQ setup going on, where the House of Dix are cooking up some meat treats and giving them out to the fans who got there early. House has (from somewhere) procured a chef’s hat with “Sausage Queen” written on it in sharpie, Tracy had tried to contain her massive mane of hair under a chef’s hat but instead chose a visor cap that you could see golfers or some horrible retro enthusiasts wear. She also supports a SAVAGE THURSDAY shirt except “SAVAGE” has been replaced with “SIZZLIN’” as a BBQ should.Tracy: Come on ladies and germs, come one come all. Enjoy the finest treats this side of the ocean and that side of Canada!
Wendy: Yes, please, if you don’t eat these foodsies Tracy will and we are supposed to main event tonight!
Dixon mutters under her breath.
Tracy: ..not funny House.
Luckily the next pair of happy customers show up before Wendy can respond a skinny looking blonde girl with a rather..rotund gentleman who seems not so used to being outdoors, judging by the way he is engaging in perspiration.
Wendy Well Hello me’s name is House but you can call me Wendy or Hall Of Fame Housie if you wan’t. What could we get you two today? Some ribs? Some fries? Maybe some..
She didn’t get a chance to finish before the rotund gentleman cuts her off.
Man: “..say, aren’t you two ladies them there female wrasslers who get sweaty in lingeries and grunt and groan in the ring with all of them holds and..”
He seems to be out of breath, face turning red when he reaches for his inhaler to have a wiff. Tracy looks ready to smash him head first to the grill bout House the eternal cool character that she is just smiles politely.
Wendy: Oh no sweetie, this isn’t THAT kind of show at all. There are paid channels and online services for it though. Me’s not allowed in such sites since I’m a kid but when I grow up I can google you some suggestions and..
Huffing and puffing the man stares at the woman then at House.
Man: ..but, but I read on social media that this here S R W is just that kind of place!
Unable to bite her tongue Tracy does her best sarcastic voice.
Tracy: Well gosh darn it, nobody would ever go all the way to the internet to lie.
Sadly the beauty of this delivery is lost on the bloated blimp.
Man: I KNOW RIGHT?!
While This exchange is happening Tracy turns her attention to the poor woman who looks like she is hoping for the very ground to eat her up rather than stand there next to this..person.
Tracy: Aren’t you a skinny little thing? Has he not been feeding you properly? Has this buster been eating all of your treats?
House chimes in nodding to her.
Wendy: I know how you feel dear..
She rolls her eyes at Tracy significantly who glares at House before regaining her composure.
Tracy: Don’t you worry girl. I got the hookup for you something every girl needs.
She leans in to fetch out a rather sizable produce between the tongs.
Tracy: A BIG OL’ SAUSAGE. You haven’t had one of these in a while have you? No wonder you are starving.
She gives a meaningful look at the outraged “fan” who looks like he might faint any moment being treated like this by female wrestlers, obviously he was used to being taunted by the male counterparts but had no idea women folk could do it too and be somewhat SAVAGE at it, if you pardon the pun.
The woman blushed, before taking the treat from Tracy.
Woman: ....I do like a big sausage. Thanks!
House thrusts one at the fat guy.
House: One for you too, tubbo. Consider it a goal.
The two shuffle off, as we head back to the show.
Spazz: The fuck did we just watch?
Koss: I don't know but our first match is coming up next!
CHERRY DEVILLE VS CHELSEA WINSTON
The bell rings and immediately Chelsea goes on the offensive, attacking Cherry with a wild barrage of strikes. Cherry toughs it out, applies a hold and hits a stout German Suplex! Chelsea doesn't stay down, getting back up for better or worse only to find Cherry is on her with a vengeance! Cherry goes for another throw but Chelsea rolls over her shoulder and drops her with a Russian Leg sweep followed by a BAGPIPE BOWLING SENTON over her body, followed by a quick pin and kickout at 2!Chelsea pumps her fists and stomps her foot in from across the ring as Cherry gets to her feet, then takes off with a burst of speed! At the last second, Cherry leap frogs over her, Chelsea moving with so much momentum that she hurls herself shoulder first between the turnpads and into the steel! She pulls herself out, clutching her shoulder, turns and is booted in the gut and dropped with a SWINGING NECKBREAKER!!!!
Cherry gathers her stunned foe up, tosses her up brings her down with THE CHERRY BOMB, holding it for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE BY PINFALL!!!
Koss: Hard fought match, but Cherry had a leg up on Chelsea tonight!
Spazz: Fuck man, I gotta' pay $20 to the boy in Catering 'cause I had money on fuckin' Scotland Brave yo!
Koss: Gambling on wrestling matches is always a dumb decision. It can go either way!
PRE-TAPED
The screen suddenly flickered out to a flash cut, images of the catacombs of Paris, with floor to ceiling walls of bones, most notably the skulls, followed by another cut to a torture chamber, focusing on the antiquated methods of extracting confessions from people such as the rack, the Chinese torture chair with it's numerous blades and the strappado hanging from the ceiling.Another flash cut brought Juliet into view, the Hardcore champion's head covered in a black executioners hood, though the presence of the belt over her shoulder and the sleeve tattoo being visible made it clear exactly who it was hidden by the hood, and the Dublin accent just sealed it as she began to speak. The music playing in the background was Bring Me The Horizons "Hospital For Souls"
Juliet: Lately, questions have been asked about what I've done in ring to opponents being necessary. Or the most recent one that was asked a few weeks ago, about the hand that came out the TV in that last video I shot. To answer that last one, there are fuckers out there I wish I could reach out of the TV and slug in the face with Bareknuckle Glam. Simple as that. A fuckin' middle finger in me own style. As for what I do, being it the Skull Fuck onto broken glass, chairs to the back of the head, some fuckers didn't learn the rules that when I tell them to Stay their arse down, then they should stay their arse the fuck down. Sometimes, you just got to hammer that particular fucking point home.
The Champion hoisted the belt up on her shoulder.
Juliet: I've never gotten into this business to make friends, and I don't play nice with anyone unless I'm sufficiently motivated. At best I'm considered Mercenary, and at worst, I'm the Demon that lurks at the back of your mind, haunting you with the fact that I'm very much flesh and you don't realize where I am until the blow strikes.
Another pause as the Champion reached to the light source, a fiery torch that had been lit, causing the flickering of flame.
Juliet: And that brings me around to Christina Zdunich, someone I've been waiting to get my hands on for quite some time. Ever since this place came up, we've had a few issues from the time before that we never truly fuckin' sorted out. The whole cage match, the battles before, nothing concrete ever came out of that. So we'll sort it here and now. And I say "we'll" knowin' fully well that it's all about me sortin' it and takin' care of this bollocks once and fer fuckin' all.
It was at this point that behind Juliet, was a stake set up, a blonde woman tied to the stake, which was set up for one thing...
Juliet: Now you've got to be wondering somewhat Christina... how badly does Dublin's Loudest hold grudges and vendettas? How badly does she despise anyone who's evaded karma? How fuckin' bad does she hate your guts an' every other fuckin' thing about you? Well, you'll find that out when you step into my world. A world that is so sharp and pointy that any fucker else who ain't a Deathmatch Worker doesn't want to follow me after a match, with referee's still wearing the rigger gloves to protect their hands because they know there's still broken glass around. I've even got a few new tricks that I want to debut, that'll make you realize that there's a reason I've held this belt for as long as I have: That no one is more sadistically creative than Juliet Black. See you soon bitchcakes.
And then, a few more snap cuts, Juliet raising the torch, holding it as the stake was prepared, before the torch was thrown into the wood, igniting the pyre into a blazing inferno, a cacophony of screams were heard as though Banshee's were unleashed, with the cameras final view being of the Hardcore Championship belt...
Spazz: I think somebody gonna' die, dog!
Koss: Anything can happen in professional wrestling!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
JULIET BLACK (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
JULIET BLACK (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
Juliet doesn't take her eyes off of Crystal Z for one second. Littering both the floor and the ring are the usual assortment of sick and twisted weapons that Juliet is known for. In her hand is a kendo stick wrapped in barbwire. She twirls the weapon around as Christina stands back with a steel chair in hand, nervous yet raring to go. The bell rings and Christina makes a B-line for the Champion. She stops and hurls the chair, which Juliet swats out of the way only to be caught by a fast moving Crystal Z who surprises her with a scoop body slam! Christina rolls to her feet just in time to bring her arms up, catch the leg, and whip her to the canvas with a dragonscrew! Christina gets up only to eat a stiff shoot kick to the side of her head, followed by a Japanese Arm drag! She gets to her feet just in time for Juliet to rush in with a running forearm to the back followed by a British Back Body Drop! Christina rolls out of the ring and gathers up a street sign.
Juliet gathers her up by the hair and eats a sign jab to the gut, followed by a sideswipe blow to the head that rocks her against the apron. From there, Crystal Z punishes her with several blows to the back with the sign, driving Juliet to her knees. Placing the sign on her back, Crystal then hops onto the guard rail and leaps off with a springboard stomp on the sign that fully puts Juliet on the floor! Crystal talks a little trash with the fans before turning back to find Juliet pulling herself up using a trash can, her hand dipped inside. She moves in and pulls Juliet from the can only for Juliet to spin around and slap her in the face with a handful of ground glass! The entire trash can was full of ground glass! Crystal is bleeding from several scratches across her cheek, the stinging wounds too great to ignore. Juliet then gathers the trash can and swings it at her, sending ground glass flying in several directions. While she's down, Juliet then pours it down on her and proceeds to kick and stomp her while she's down!
While this is happening, Crystal Z in torturous amounts of pain, finds a rather heavy cheese grater. One kick in the ribs sends her rolling out of the glass and onto her knees. Showing great guts and courage, she fights to her feet, keeping the weapon hidden from view. The Hardcore Champion rushes in and peppers her with several shots to her kidneys, then spins her around and gets raked in the face with the grater!!!! Crystal then hits THE FLASHING LIGHTS KICK, spinning Juliet to the floor in a heap. Getting sadistic in her own right, Christina steps over Juliet, bleeding from several cuts and wounds she's suffered and squats down. Hooking an arm around Juliet's jaw, she locks a single arm headlock on her while proceeding to drag the cheese grater up and down her forehead, instantly getting blood from Black! Juliet growls in pain as streaks of blood rush down her face. Distracted in her hubris, she doesn't notice Juliet grabbing something with her free hand, a stapler, and immediately smashes Crystal with three fast and hard shots of the weapon to her forehead!
Crystal falls off screaming, clutching at her forehead and that's where Juliet gets up. Pulling a few dollar bills she proceeds to staple several to Crystal's body, one after the other as fast as she can, sending her foe rolling and thrashing away from her with each hit! It's only after she had stapled about 8 individual bills that she found the stapler was empty. Tossing it aside, Juliet then gathers up a weapon that could only come from her Nightmare of a mind, a barbwire wrapped kendo stick that has four light tubes taped around it. She twirls the weapon and just as Crystal gets back to her feet, shivering, she cracks her across the back, shattering two out of four tubes on impact.
Juliet goes for the second swing but Crystal ducks and cracks Juliet across the face with a hard right, which prompts Juliet to answer back with THE BAREKNUCKLE GLAM BUT CRYSTAL DUCKS and hits a TILT-A-WHIRL DDT ON THE FLOOR! Both women remain down for several seconds, recuperating from the damage they've done to each other. Crystal is the first one to her feet, but she sways a bit, leaning on the apron for support. She gathers Juliet and rolls her into the ring. Juliet rolls and rises up onto her knees as Crystal climbs onto the apron. As Juliet gets to her feet, Crystal sling shots up and over for a MYSTERIORANA BUT NO!!! Juliet side steps, catches her by the arm and applies THE FADE 2 BLACK!!! Crystal is in no-woman's land, struggling, kicking, and screaming the entire time but it's no use, it's locked on too tight and she's forced to tap out!!!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK BY SUBMISSION!!!
Post match: Juliet has to literally be pried off of Christina Zdunich's barely conscious form by the referee and EMT's. Crystal Z rolls out of the ring, staggering and stumbling, just eager to get away from the nightmare she had endured! Juliet snarls in contempt, angry that one was able to walk away afterall....
Koss: That was brutal!
Spazz: Fuck man, she even brought out the murder sand!
Koss: Murder sand?
Spazz: Yeah that's what I'm calling ground glass from now on in a wrestling match!
Juliet gathers her up by the hair and eats a sign jab to the gut, followed by a sideswipe blow to the head that rocks her against the apron. From there, Crystal Z punishes her with several blows to the back with the sign, driving Juliet to her knees. Placing the sign on her back, Crystal then hops onto the guard rail and leaps off with a springboard stomp on the sign that fully puts Juliet on the floor! Crystal talks a little trash with the fans before turning back to find Juliet pulling herself up using a trash can, her hand dipped inside. She moves in and pulls Juliet from the can only for Juliet to spin around and slap her in the face with a handful of ground glass! The entire trash can was full of ground glass! Crystal is bleeding from several scratches across her cheek, the stinging wounds too great to ignore. Juliet then gathers the trash can and swings it at her, sending ground glass flying in several directions. While she's down, Juliet then pours it down on her and proceeds to kick and stomp her while she's down!
While this is happening, Crystal Z in torturous amounts of pain, finds a rather heavy cheese grater. One kick in the ribs sends her rolling out of the glass and onto her knees. Showing great guts and courage, she fights to her feet, keeping the weapon hidden from view. The Hardcore Champion rushes in and peppers her with several shots to her kidneys, then spins her around and gets raked in the face with the grater!!!! Crystal then hits THE FLASHING LIGHTS KICK, spinning Juliet to the floor in a heap. Getting sadistic in her own right, Christina steps over Juliet, bleeding from several cuts and wounds she's suffered and squats down. Hooking an arm around Juliet's jaw, she locks a single arm headlock on her while proceeding to drag the cheese grater up and down her forehead, instantly getting blood from Black! Juliet growls in pain as streaks of blood rush down her face. Distracted in her hubris, she doesn't notice Juliet grabbing something with her free hand, a stapler, and immediately smashes Crystal with three fast and hard shots of the weapon to her forehead!
Crystal falls off screaming, clutching at her forehead and that's where Juliet gets up. Pulling a few dollar bills she proceeds to staple several to Crystal's body, one after the other as fast as she can, sending her foe rolling and thrashing away from her with each hit! It's only after she had stapled about 8 individual bills that she found the stapler was empty. Tossing it aside, Juliet then gathers up a weapon that could only come from her Nightmare of a mind, a barbwire wrapped kendo stick that has four light tubes taped around it. She twirls the weapon and just as Crystal gets back to her feet, shivering, she cracks her across the back, shattering two out of four tubes on impact.
Juliet goes for the second swing but Crystal ducks and cracks Juliet across the face with a hard right, which prompts Juliet to answer back with THE BAREKNUCKLE GLAM BUT CRYSTAL DUCKS and hits a TILT-A-WHIRL DDT ON THE FLOOR! Both women remain down for several seconds, recuperating from the damage they've done to each other. Crystal is the first one to her feet, but she sways a bit, leaning on the apron for support. She gathers Juliet and rolls her into the ring. Juliet rolls and rises up onto her knees as Crystal climbs onto the apron. As Juliet gets to her feet, Crystal sling shots up and over for a MYSTERIORANA BUT NO!!! Juliet side steps, catches her by the arm and applies THE FADE 2 BLACK!!! Crystal is in no-woman's land, struggling, kicking, and screaming the entire time but it's no use, it's locked on too tight and she's forced to tap out!!!
WINNER: JULIET BLACK BY SUBMISSION!!!
Post match: Juliet has to literally be pried off of Christina Zdunich's barely conscious form by the referee and EMT's. Crystal Z rolls out of the ring, staggering and stumbling, just eager to get away from the nightmare she had endured! Juliet snarls in contempt, angry that one was able to walk away afterall....
Koss: That was brutal!
Spazz: Fuck man, she even brought out the murder sand!
Koss: Murder sand?
Spazz: Yeah that's what I'm calling ground glass from now on in a wrestling match!
BACKSTAGE
During a break in the in-ring action, we head to the concourse, where SRW fans are buying merch from their favourite stars. At which point a mild ruckus appears to start.House: WOLL UP WOLL UP! An’ not the kind you’s win matches wiv! Get you’s first edition, first time ever HOUSE OF DIX MERCH wight here! We’s got t-shirts, an’.... Um... just t-shirts acshully, but dey’s one of a kind and of highly mediocre quality!
Most of the fans ignore the ramblings of House, mainly out of a mild sense of dread, but a couple of guys wander up to where House & Dixon are peddling their unofficial gimmick table.
Dude: Hey, I didn’t know you guys had merch released!
Tracy: AH... well, technically, SRW hasn’t made us any merch TECHNICALLY...
House: Yah, so me’s designed some shirts meself. Me’s best fwiend is mawwied to dis guy, who’s like the king of merch, he westled a koala in Austwalia in 1976 and... OW.
Dixon cuffs House round the back of the head.
Dude: Uh... yeah, great. So can I see the goods?
House: ME’S NINE! ME’S NOT TAKING OFF ME’S...
Tracy: WENDY! He wants to look at the shirts!
House: ....Oh. Well yeah, okay!
House reaches behind her, and pulls up a white t-shirt that has HOUSE OF DIX written on it in sharpie.
House: TA-DA!!!
The two fans look at each other, a bit confused.
Dude: ...That’s a white t-shirt, that you wrote on with a sharpie.
This makes Wendy beam with pride.
House: YUP, HANDMADE dat’s why it’s so expensifide!
Dude: ..so..you want me to buy this white t-shirt you wrote the team’s name for..how much?
Wendy: ..ten..no fifteen buckaroos!
Dude: Fifteen bucks!? Really?!
Wendy: Yu-huh, these be limited edition collection versions only..about couple of dozen made in the world.
Dude: Why so few, there’s thousands of people in attendance.
House’s shoulders droop and she looks like drenched puppy.
Wendy: Me’s hand got tired..and the marker ran out.
The two fans look at one and other. Damn near ready to walk out when House’s eyes light up.
Wendy: If you’s buy now you also get these limited editions 8x10’s from my historical hall of fame career. Me’s can sign them for practically free..if yous got a pen.
She shoves out a box of black&white and some colored 8x10’s the Dude picks one up.
Dude: ..this looks like your face, just glued on Kate Steele’s head?!
Wendy: Nu-uh, that my own face,! You lie, You’ve been tampering with the pictures, me’s could sue you for millions of dollaridoos!
Tracy: Look man..it’s all just fun and games. Times are tough, we are wrestlers looking to make it big. Any notoriety is good stuff, we are main eventing tonight and once we break it big you can go around claiming to own the first OG merchandise in your hood..how about it?
The fans look at each other, murmuring the other dude looks at a different picture?
“..that’s not even SRW title in this one is it?”
Wendy: DUH me’s haven’t won one here yet! But I held beltsies elsewhere, it’s more than you ever will win!
She seems upset and Dixon steps in.
Tracy: What Wendy means is that those are Vintage pictures, out of print, some of those companies don’t even exist anymore..
Wendy: SOME MES JUST MADE UP!
Tracy: ..what I mean bro, is that the prices will go up on those. Now appreciate the hustle and give up some dollars or move on, if you don’t buy these someone else will and they will be laughing at you for missing a chance of a lifetime. I’m just trying to help you out here.
Dude: I... I dunno man, I...
House: Pwease?
Dude: Uh...
House leans right up putting on her best sad kitty face.
House: PWEEEEEASSSSE?
The dude sighs.
Dude: I’ll give you ten bucks.
House: DONE!!!
The guys shuffle off with their merch and House beams at Tracy.
House: Only 90 bucks more to bweak even!!!
We head back to the show.
Spazz: Are they fuckin' scalping our shit in the parking lot?!
Koss: Actually it looks like they made their own shirts using sharpie markers, hot glue, and finger paints....
Spazz: I ain't even paying five for that shit! I know three year olds who can do better!
Koss: You can knock many things, but a hustle isn't one of them, Mikey.
Spazz: True that.... I can't believe that motherfucker actually paid for that!
Koss: The force has great power over the weak-minded.
Spazz: But what about when it's being used by the weak-minded?
Koss: Then we're all pretty much fucked.
DREAM MACHINES VS WILDSIDE
The bell sounds and Zenna steps out to the center while B-Brat laughs in the corner. Halo nods at Zenna and B-Brat shrugs before turning and starting to walk to the center to meet her auntie. Zenna goes to lock-up and B-Brat ducks under, jumping onto Zenna’s back and looking for a sleeper hold. Zenna drops to one knee and snaps mares B-Brat over. B-Brat keeps rolling and jumps up onto the ropes for a quebrada that lands perfectly.Zenna kicks out.
B-Brat gets to her feet and all but dances to the corner and then jumps up for a whuisp[er in the wind. Zenna catches her and spins into a powerbomb, holding for the cover.
B-Brat kicks out.
Zenna grabs B-Brat by the arm and goes to the corner where she tags in Seleana. Seleana comes in and kicks B-Brat in the ribs. Zenna releases her hold on time perfectly and steps out as Seleana steps under B-Brat to put her in the electric chair. Seleana tags in Zenna and then steps back. Zenna climbs up and hits B-Brat with a dropkick that sends her off Seleana’s shoulders. B-Brat crashes to the mat hard and Zenna covers.
B-Brat gets a shoulder up.
Zenna goes to pull her up and egst dragged down into an inside cradle.
Zenna kicks out. B-Brat rolls away and makes the tag to Halo. Zenna gets to her feet just in time for Halo to come over, looking for the Black 13. Zenna sidesteps it and Halo lands on her back. Zenna goes to drop an elbow but Halo rolls out of the way and Zenna hits the mat hard. Halo jumps on and starts to go for the Painkiller Fujiwara armbar. Zenna tries to roll away but Halo changes it into the bridging version, Halo On Fire. Zenna reaches out and grabs the bottom rope with her toes. The referee starts to call for the break and Halo rolls into a side cardle before he can even threaten to count.
Zenna kicks out.
Halo grabs Zenna and makes the tag to B-Brat. Halo hoists Zenna up and B-Brat jumps off into a tornado ddt executing Gimme More! B-Brat covers.
Seleana makes the save!
As Seleana quickly retreats to her corner. B-Brat makes the tag to Halo. B-Brat slaps Zenna and then rushes to the corner. Halo hits the chasing Zenna for the Black 13, GOTCHA! Halo tags in B-Brat and slips out as B-Brat comes off the top for the Hollywood Hills frog splash.
Seleana breaks up the pin!
Halo starts to come in but Seleana catches her for a drop toehold that makes Halo land in a headbutt to her own partner’s crotch. Halo staggers up and Seleana hist the Family Tradition, landing Halo on B-Brat again. Halo rolls away as Seleana grabs B-Brat and puts her up into the electric chair again. Zenna staggers up, wobbles to the corner and ascends to the top. Seleana nods and Wildside hits B-Brat with Ride The Lightning.
1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNER: WILDSIDE BY PINFALL!
Koss: WILDSIDE FOR THE WIN!
Spazz: The Zdunich's are back in business, lunchbox! Dream Machines came close, but Wildside showed 'em that close only counts in hand shoes and horse grenades!
Koss: What?
Spazz: You heard me.
RIVER CHANCE VS PATTI ROSE
For whom the bell tolls? River Chance and Patti Rose! A triple *ding* sees the two locking up with River quickly overpowering Rose. Rose turns that power to her advantage by hooking River's legs and falling to the side with a leg trip into a grounded headlock. River powers out and both women get to their feet with Patti catching River with a snapmare into a chinlock! River fights against her, pushing herself up and belting a quick back elbow followed by a snapmare of her own! Patti tucks and rolls on impact, getting to her feet just in time to be picked up high in the air by a fast moving River and MILITARY PRESSED to the canvas! River promptly then hits a leg drop and holds it for a pin, only getting a two count!Getting Patti up, she sends her for the ropes, Patti comes back with a surprise Lou Thesz Press, but River doesn't go down and instead hits THE POMMEL STRIKE, hooking Patti's leg for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER: RIVER CHANCE BY PINFALL!!!
Spazz: NEVER LOU THESZ A STRONG WRESTLER! FUCK!!!
Koss: Patti was just splattered by that Spinebuster at the end there! The match was short but what explosive power by River Chance!
Spazz: She's a brick shithouse with a doll face, what else were you expecting?
Koss: Impressive displays never cease to amaze me.
IN-RING
We cut back to ringside where we find a table, two chairs, and a pair of pins placed upon it. Two members of SRW’s Black Knight Security team members stand at either side, both dressed in black and armed with tasers and night sticks with looks completed by shades. One is a muscular man and the other a rather severe, butch looking woman with a crew cut.#SHOT THROUGH THA’ HEART….
Out steps the Rebel on that stage with a loud cheer from the crowd, wearing ring gear and a long red coat. In her hand is a clipboard and documentation of some sort. She heads down the aisle at a fast paced clip, hops up onto the apron and slips into the ring. One of the security guards tosses her a microphone which she uses to address the crowd.
Rebel: SUP PEEEEOOOPPPPLLLLLLEEEEE!!!! Hope ya’ll are enjoyin’ the show and don’t mind me having a little extra security in this ring, but unlike last week, I ain’t hear to check up on ya’ll but to actually officiate and I don’t want anymore surprises up in here.
She steps around to the side of the table facing the stage, placing the clipboard down on the table.
Rebel: Last week, I got a blast from the past straight upside my head outta’ nowhere. Now this gal, she’s rented headspace from me before. This bitch right here wasted alot of angry nights on the gal who is sitting in the back right now under a watchful eye on the far side of the Gorilla position backstage.
Melinda eases down into her seat, crossing her legs and leaning back in the rather comfortable office chair.
Rebel: So without further adu, I call down to ringside Valora Thomas….
Papa Roach’s “Kick in the Teeth” plays over the P/A as out steps Valora Thomas wearing her civilian attire of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers, rather plainly dressed and yet the intense look of a competitor is worn on her face. If there were any confusion, she didn’t show it as she marched her way down to ringside.
She climbs the steps and slips through the ropes into the ring. Immediately one of the guards places a hand on his taser and Mel puts a hand up at him.
Rebel: We’re all friends here. Have a seat, Valora.
Valora shakes her head and instead remains standing. The Rebel leans back further in her seat, foot on the table and completely at ease.
Rebel: Hand her a microphone would ya’?
The butch guard leans over and requests a mic from the time keeper’s table, then hands it to Valora who snatches it from her hand.
Valora: Alright you egotistical bitch, what the fuck do you want? Want to rub it in before you have the cops haul me off in cuffs? Ain’t you done enough already to ruin my life?!!!!
The Rebel quirks her brow at Valora.
Rebel: First, if I wanted you hauled off and thrown in the slammer for a few years, I’d have pressed charges and kept all this shit off camera beyond a simple explanation. Nah nah, I got something better for you-
Valora: *interrupting* -Something better? HA! Gonna’ have your goon squad beat me up in front of the crowd?
Mel rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
Rebel: Fuck no, they’re just here for decoration and to tase your ass if you try to kick my head off before I finish this proposition. You interested in getting your life back?
Valora almost explodes at her, but then looks at her with a puzzled look as the words impact her brain. Genuine confusion writes itself across her face.
Valora: FU-what?
Melinda slides the paper towards her.
Rebel: You see, what I have here is a limited term contract. It can be terminated at anytime by either of us. Now the initial aim is to put you in the ring against me, here on my turf, Southern Rebellion Wrestling, at our next Pay Per View event, Destination Unknown. We ain’t gonna’ be the main event, we’re just going to set the bar for the rest of the event.
She rises from her chair as Valora watches on. There’s a hint of pain on Melinda’s face as she looks back at her old foe.
Rebel: Thing is, it extends after that match. I want to give you the chance I never got. We get in the ring, we settle this shit like real wrestlers. No tweets attacking our personal lives, no cheap bullshit like lawyers and jail time. You and me, Hon, in the ring, settling it. Do you want a shot? One last chance? Or do you want to throw it all away here and now and piss off out of my ring?
Melinda picks up a pin and holds it out to her. The crowd starts chanting.
Crowd: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!!!!
Valora hesitates, looking at the pin, at Melinda, and then back at the crowd. For once in her life, she’s uncertain, not knowing what to do or how to handle it. If not for the six foot spaced apart, yet still very loud crowd, the silence would be deafening. Finally, Valora takes the pin from the Rebel’s hand and the crowd cheers with huge aplomb! Melinda puts her hand out to Valora and after another moment of hesitation, she takes it. The shake is firm and tense. Suddenly Valora pulls the Rebel over the table and face to face.
Valora: You’re right…. We will settle it. If you want to pay me to destroy you, so. Fucking. BE IT!!!
The Guards move in but the Rebel holds a hand up to them, stopping them. Valora shoves her back, sending Mel stumbling back into her chair.
Valora: See you at Destination Unknown, Rhodes…..
Melinda pushes herself back up out of her chair and nods.
Rebel: Win or lose, you made the right call.
Valora snickers.
Valora: Too bad you didn’t.
She then drops down and rolls out of the ring as “Kick in the Teeth” plays over the P/A. Melinda nods her head, knowing full well the fight she was in for…..
Spazz: Is the Boss sure she wants to do this?
Koss: Her house, her rules. This is a surprisingly big gesture from Rebel, though. She isn't known for forgiving a grudge.
Spazz: Well they are havin' a match to settle that shit hard, so I don't know if it's forgiveness just yet, lunchbox.
Koss: We'll find out at Destination Unknown!
BACKSTAGE
The cameras come into focus and as it does we are taken to the backstage area where we are able to see the likes of Kate Steele. The small petite wrestler chuckles as she has the Conquest Championship around her shoulder she cracks a wicked grin as she pats the championship and moves her eyes to that of the camera.Kate: Hey everyone this is your Conquest Champion. I just want to say that it feels good to be your Champion. I won this title from the likes of River Chance and since then I have pretty much been unstoppable. I am not going to let anybody get in my way of trying to accomplish a feat of potentially being one of the very best that this company has to offer.
Kate chuckles as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Kate: Things really started off rough for me in this company. I had a long hard fought battle with Lyra and ever since then I felt like my path has kicked off in such a great way. I have been involved in so many epic feuds and been around things that have shaped me in ways I couldn’t imagine.
Kate nods her head again as she continues to speak.
Kate: Ursula really broke me down but I feel like I have really grown into my strides and am a really proud member of this roster. Through hard work and dedication I am going to do every single thing in my power to take things to another level and I won’t let anything get in my way of trying to achieve greatness. Not now and certainly not ever.
Kate nods her head.
Kate: Maja might be as tough as they come but I am not going to let her stroll over me tonight. I am going to defend my title and I will keep on growing as a wrestler. I might be the smallest woman in the roster but I have the biggest heart and nothing can stop me. Not now and certainly not ever.
Koss: Strong words by the champion! Let's see if she can uphold them!
Spazz: My Swedereole is gonna' knock her fuckin' block off and wear some gold, Fats!
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS MAJA LINDSTROM
The two ladies lock up and right off the bat Kate Steele starts getting nasty, going for the eyes before snaring Maja in a tight side headlock and unleashing a few closed fists while using her position to keep the referee from honing in on the illegal activity. Maja wrests her way free with the help of a few forearms and, rather than crying about the infraction, spins Kate right ‘round with a forearm to the jaw. Reeling, Kate charges and Maja tosses her over with a release overhead belly-to-belly, leaving the champion to bounce off the canvas and immediately roll out of the ring. She kicks the steps in frustration, milking the ten-count until finally rolling in at the count of three due to Maja’s attempts to get at her resetting said count. Kate’s in with another thumb to the eye and a jawbreaker, briefly stunning Maja before Irish whipping her into the corner. Kate’s charge eats buckles and Maja nails a bridged German for a two-count.KATE STEELE (C) VS MAJA LINDSTROM
Kate shows her veteran status, quickly ducking a lunging clothesline and using a back leg sweep to bring Maja down to the mat. A springboard leg drop follows for a two-count, leading to Kate clamping on a chinlock and putting the squeeze on one of the Fallen Angels. From Maja’s expression, it looks dangerously close to a choke but Kate fervently denies this when the official questions her. Fighting her way up to her feet, Maja endeavors to elbow her way out but a few clubbing shots to the back and shoulders stun her. Kate hits a German of her own for another two, then a spinning heel kick for good measure. She decides to try and put things away early with SILENCE IS GOLDEN, but Maja is up with her on the ropes before Kate can measure her. Fists get to flying in the high rent district and Maja gets Kate under the chin with a big right hand. She sends Kate sprawling to the mat and sets herself for EYE OF THE STORM, but the champion gets the knees up!
Reeling again, Maja staves off another pin attempt and turns it into an inside cradle of her own for two. Kate is out of sorts enough after this to take a stun gun from Maja, leaving her draped over the ropes and fully positioned for the HUNG OUT TO DRY! Lindstrom only has four seconds to use, but she makes the most of them with Kate reeling and screeching all the while. Left to drop to the mat, Kate comes up to her feet and eats a boot to the midsection. ANGEL’S DEMISE is set up but Steele shoves Maja off, sending her into the ropes. Meeting her with a hard knee, Kate delivers a float-over DDT but Maja gets a foot on the ropes. Frustration is setting in for Steele and she starts biting back at the people jeering her in that moment. Maja unleashes a flurry and delivers the ANGEL’S DEMISE outta nowhere, but Steele has a foot on the ropes to break things up. Going low, Kate scoops Maja up for the PUNK DRIVER, but Lindstrom shimmies loose, running Steele into the corner with a hold of her head, looking for her FAMILY TRADITION, but Kate holds on to the ropes, stopping the full execution. Kicking Maja away, Kate goes to the top again, but Maja is right there with her, the two women having yet another dangerous slugfest several feet above the ring. This time, however, it ends well for neither woman; balance is lost as the brawl gets nastier and both women topple off and through the nearby announce table, smashing hard enough that neither can answer the ten count!
WINNER: DRAW - DOUBLE COUNT OUT
Spazz: I should check on my SwedeReole and see if she's ok n' shit!
Koss: Sit your ass down, Spazz-O and let the professionals handle it!
Spazz: But....
Koss: No buts, you know the rules!
Spazz: ....I was gonna' give her mouth to mouth!
Koss: No Mikey, she's breathing just fine. Don't make me break out the shoe!
BACKSTAGE
We head to the backstage interview area where Marty Proust is standing by with the House of Dix tag team of Wendy House & Tracy Dixon.Marty: Good evening ladies! Tonight, the two of you will compete in the main event against the Mothers of Destruction. This is obviously a huge step for you as a tag team; how are you feeling right now?
House: Me’s feeling good! Gooder than good. Like... big good. DIxie an’ me’s been chompin’ at the bit, an we’s got big plans! We’s gonna go into fat wing, whip up dem soccer mommas, den we’s gonna rush outside an’ try sell more of our homemade original merchies! House of Dix merch, just like momma used to make em!
Marty: ..that sounds like some risky business. How do you plan on explaining yourselves to Melinda Rhodes when she finds out about you selling your own merchandise during the SRW shows?
Before House gets a turn Dixon nabs the microphone.
Tracy: How? How are we going to explain ourselves? We don’t have to explain a g-damn thing Marty, sweetie. Our owner is hardcore she respects the effort, she’s seen the strides we have been making and that is why we are Main Eventing tonight. Our opponents wanna talk about how we are “too amped up” or something. We’ll thats how we roll! This here, is Southern Rebel Wrestling, this place isn’t for those who want to tone down and behave. Rebels do what rebels wanna do and if we are amped up it’s because the fans who come to these shows deserve us at our most amped up! If they wanted to watch a bunch of women try to throw shade at one another they could just stick with any form of social media or some of those horrible reality shows. This is about WRESTLING and that is what we do. We made it to the Main Event and we are going to make sure that tonight won’t be the last time you see House Of Dix in that spot. Mothers of Destruction can consider themselves lucky that this one isn’t for the Southern Star Cross Tag Championship too because if it was we might just amp it out of their hands too!
Wendy: Deys not the champions though. Shieldmaidens Riot Group are, me’s read it on the interwebs..and you know what they say: nobody would go all the way to the internet to tell lies, except Todd Howard. But just him.
Tracy: Be that as it may, Mothers Of Destruction can act all big and bad and tough if they want, with ominous names, veiled threats and such. It won’t make a lick of difference because there is no reason why they should act better than us. Yeah we haven’t had gold in SRW but neither have they. We go out there, match in and match out to entertain the fans to give them what they want in these hard times we have to live in. We don’t always win but we don’t always lose either but whatever the result is tonight, next show or ten shows after that House Of Dix will keep hustlin’ and bustlin’ we’ll be making shows and dealing blows, you feeling me daddy?
Poor Proust seems confused.
Marty: ..not really no, you went on quite the roll there miss.
Wendy: Don’t wuzzle about it Marty. Have a shirt.
She throws a House of Dix shirt to him.
Wendy: Simple fact is, we’s kinda been kickin’ around this place since the getstart, an’ yeah. Peoples made fun of us. Heck, kinda a large part of da weason we came together is coz no-one took us sewiously as singles. But we’s defo turned a corner, an’ with my bwains an’ her beefy butt, we’s can take over da world!
Marty: So, any final words for your opponents tonight or the fans watching tonight?
Tracy: Yeah, I hope that Mothers Of Destruction doubt us and sell us short because that is what so many of our opponents have already done and it seems to make us do even better. If they are smart enough to take us seriously though, that’s even better because we have all the motivation in the world to better ourselves against the best this place has to offer. There is a reason why House and myself have stayed here all this time since things changed. We like it here and we haven’t gone anywhere yet and I don’t think there is anyone who could drive us out..I suppose Mel could fire us, but if she did the hustle would go on and we’d just go somewhere else. So there is that..and for the fans. It doesn’t matter if you are one here tonight or someone watching anywhere around the world..House Of Dix is here for you, we appreciate you just as you are and if a pair like us can make it in this world, then So. Can. You.
House: Hell yeah! ....Wait, was that a diss? Ah whatevz! HOUSE OF DIX IS IN EFFECT, Y’ALL!!
And with that, we head back to ringside.
Spazz: ....How the fuck are they in our main event again?
Koss: Maybe Rhodes sees something in them that you don't.
Spazz: When the brains of the outfit says shit like SEWIOUSLY and BWAINS and says WEASON instead of REASON, there's something seriously fucking wrong with this picture here!
Koss: Ours is not to question, just comment.
Spazz: But part of commentary is questioning!!! THIS DOESN'T MAKE SENSE LUNCHBOX!!!
Koss: Wrestling's crazy. Your point is invalid.
Spazz: .......~.~......
MOTHER'S OF DESTRUCTION VS HOUSE OF DIX
The bell sounds and Lyra and Dona charge Tracy hitting her with a big double shoulder tackle that knocks the larger woman back into her own corner. Lyra whips Dona into a flying dropkick in the corner on Tracy whilst Lyra catches a running Wendy for a spinning spinebuster, holding for a cover.Wendy kicks out!
Lyra jumps up and the Mothers hit Tracy with a double dropkick that tips her off-balance and sends her through the ropes to the floor. Tracy lands on the floor with the sound of raw meat smacking down on a cutting board. Wendy gets to her feet and lands a forearm shot on Dona, then one on Lyra. As she goes back to Dona, the painted woman gets in a kick to the stomach. Wendy doubles over and the Mothers grab her by the hair and throw her onto her back on the mat. Lyra grabs Dona, hooks her up and hits the Momma Bomb, Dona almost bouncing off Wendy’s chest. Lyra drops down to cover, hooking the leg.
Wendy gets a shoulder up.
Dona climbs up to the top turnbuckle and Lyra moves, leaving Wendy on the mat. Dona leaps off for the Toxicosis diving headbutt. Dona rolls away and Lyra covers again.
Wendy barely gets a shoulder up.
The Mothers of Destruction drag Wendy up and throw her bodily into the corner. Wendy bounces off the turnbuckles and the Mothers catch her for a double flapjack into the middle of the ring. They pull Wendy back up and shove her into the ropes and then hit her with a double spinebuster. As they look to cover her again, Tracy rolls into the ring and runs over for a double clothesline, dropping both Lyra and Dona. Lyra staggers up and Tracy smashes her in the back with a forearm shot that sends Lyra into the ropes. As Lyra bounces back, Tracy hits her in the lower back again. Lyra falls across the bottom rope. Dona kicks at Tracy and the larger woman ducks it, catching an arm and hoisting her up for a combination hip toss/one arm spinebuster. Dona crashes to the mat and Tracy eats a Wolf Fang superkick that glances off the side of her head from Lyra. Lyra runs over and tries for a Thesz Press but Tracy is able to catch her and throw her over for a flapjack. Dona staggers up and starts to move when Wendy rolls her up seemingly out of nowhere.
1!!! 2!!! 3!!!
WINNERS: HOUSE OF DIX BY PINFALL
Koss: WOOOAH! UPSET VICTORY OF THE NIGHT!!!
Spazz: ..........................o.o....
Koss: You're actually speechless!
Spazz: ......................HOW THE FUCK??!!!
Koss: I KNOW RIGHT?! Mother's of Destruction are NOT liking this at all! Tracy and Wendy are celebrating like mad in that ring and nobody saw this coming at all!
Spazz: ................
Koss: That's all the time we have! Good night everyone and thanks for watching! May the rest of your night be awesome!
Spazz: No fucking way! HACKS! I CALL HACKS!!!! HHHHAAAAACCCKKKKSSS!!!!
CREDITS
Winner's in Red
MAIN EVENT
MOTHER'S OF DESTRUCTION VS HOUSE OF DIX
MATCH WRITER: Alex
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS MAJA LINDSTROM
MATCH WRITER: Zoey
RIVER CHANCE VS PATTI ROSE
MATCH WRITER: RC
LIL DREAM MACHINES VS WILDSIDE
MATCH WRITER: Alex
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
JULIET BLACK (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
MATCH WRITER: RC
CHERRY DEVILLE VS CHELSEA WINSTON
MATCH WRITER: RC
Winner's in Red
MAIN EVENT
MOTHER'S OF DESTRUCTION VS HOUSE OF DIX
MATCH WRITER: Alex
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS MAJA LINDSTROM
MATCH WRITER: Zoey
RIVER CHANCE VS PATTI ROSE
MATCH WRITER: RC
LIL DREAM MACHINES VS WILDSIDE
MATCH WRITER: Alex
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
JULIET BLACK (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
MATCH WRITER: RC
CHERRY DEVILLE VS CHELSEA WINSTON
MATCH WRITER: RC