Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jun 18, 2020 15:32:36 GMT -7
6/18/20 (LIVE)
6/19/20 (TAPE DELAY)
REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
6/19/20 (TAPE DELAY)
REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
The lights dim and the spaced out crowd loses it's collective mind! Lauren Babic's take of "Toxic" plays over the PA as a purple and blue laser light show is displayed on the corrugated steel staging area, piped steel and several cables holding the massive SRW Tron screen as it plays a highlight reel from past shows intermixed with the SRW Winged Star Logo and Rebel Star Production label. Pyro explodes as the soung hits it's apex, the
Out steps one Jenny Beck, decked in black and gold this night with deep red hair and a wicked grin on her face.
Jenny Beck: SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEE TTTHHHHUUUUUURRRRRRSSSSSDDDAAAAAYYYYY!!!! WHAT'S UP MY SSSAAAAAVVVAAAAAAGGGGEEEESSSS?!!!
The Crowd pops as quickly makes her way down to ringside! Slipping into the ring, she hops to her feet and gets right to business.
Jenny Beck: WE GOT A SHOW! WE GOT BODIES IN THE RING! WE GOT MATCHES READY TO FIRE! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ! YOU TELL 'EM BOYS!!!
Jenny Beck: SSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAVVVVVVVVAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGEEEE TTTHHHHUUUUUURRRRRRSSSSSDDDAAAAAYYYYY!!!! WHAT'S UP MY SSSAAAAAVVVAAAAAAGGGGEEEESSSS?!!!
The Crowd pops as quickly makes her way down to ringside! Slipping into the ring, she hops to her feet and gets right to business.
Jenny Beck: WE GOT A SHOW! WE GOT BODIES IN THE RING! WE GOT MATCHES READY TO FIRE! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ! YOU TELL 'EM BOYS!!!
The camera cuts to the table and there's the dynamic duo of commentary themselves, Mike Spazz and Joe Koss!
Spazz: SUP MOTHERFUCKERS?! ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR IN THIS LAND OF OPPOR-FUCKING-TUNITY!!!
Koss: Indeedy-DO! Tonight folks, we have yet another packed card ready to go and One of the biggest deals tonight is a Mystery Opponent from outside of the SRW brand coming to challenge the Queen of the South, Zoey Madigan-Star!
Spazz: All I know is that the chick is tall and stacked, but they've had her wearing a mask the whole time backstage and she's got one of those voice changer things! It's like fucking masked singer backstage dog!
Koss: The only one who knows for sure the identity of this mystery wrestler is Melinda Rhodes herself and she hasn't said one thing at all!
Spazz: Jo-Joe, I gots a query for you, a conundrum, a piping out steaming question that has got to be floating on that Lunchbox brain of yours.
Koss: What's that, Spazz-O?
Spazz: Long standing rule in SRW is that if you beat a champ in a non-title match, you get a shot at their title. What if mystery chick wins against Zoey Star?
Koss: Instant title shot at our next PPV, naturally.
Spazz: She wins tonight, I'm sure there'll be some pissed off bitches in that locker room. That's a potential straight shot to the top up in here!
Koss: It is a catch 20/20, but these are the rules we've operated under and if a champion is challenged to a standard bout and lose, it's a risk they take. From what I understand, the only clue we have is that this is someone who publicly challenged Zoey Star to a match.
Spazz: Well our opening match sees Chelsea Winston taking on the Rubber Maiden, Pet! I hope she slaps the latex off her ass!
Spazz: SUP MOTHERFUCKERS?! ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR IN THIS LAND OF OPPOR-FUCKING-TUNITY!!!
Koss: Indeedy-DO! Tonight folks, we have yet another packed card ready to go and One of the biggest deals tonight is a Mystery Opponent from outside of the SRW brand coming to challenge the Queen of the South, Zoey Madigan-Star!
Spazz: All I know is that the chick is tall and stacked, but they've had her wearing a mask the whole time backstage and she's got one of those voice changer things! It's like fucking masked singer backstage dog!
Koss: The only one who knows for sure the identity of this mystery wrestler is Melinda Rhodes herself and she hasn't said one thing at all!
Spazz: Jo-Joe, I gots a query for you, a conundrum, a piping out steaming question that has got to be floating on that Lunchbox brain of yours.
Koss: What's that, Spazz-O?
Spazz: Long standing rule in SRW is that if you beat a champ in a non-title match, you get a shot at their title. What if mystery chick wins against Zoey Star?
Koss: Instant title shot at our next PPV, naturally.
Spazz: She wins tonight, I'm sure there'll be some pissed off bitches in that locker room. That's a potential straight shot to the top up in here!
Koss: It is a catch 20/20, but these are the rules we've operated under and if a champion is challenged to a standard bout and lose, it's a risk they take. From what I understand, the only clue we have is that this is someone who publicly challenged Zoey Star to a match.
Spazz: Well our opening match sees Chelsea Winston taking on the Rubber Maiden, Pet! I hope she slaps the latex off her ass!
PET VS CHELSEA WINSTON
The bell sounds and Pet sashays over to Winston. She shakes her hass and then slaps the big Aussie across the face. Pet jumps up into an attempt at something resembling a Thesz Press. Winstone catches her and starts to bear hug Pet. Pet screams out in pain and then claps the bigger woman’s ears. Winston squeezes harder and Pet claps her ears again. Winston swings around into a sidewalk slam and covers.
Pet kicks out.
Pet kicks Winston low and then takes a head scissors, reaching out for the ropes for extra leverage. Pet pulls up and Winston cries out in pain. The referee starts counting Pet for the disqualification.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!
4!!!
Pet releases her grip on the ropes and switches the hold the other direction so that she can keep the hold but have technically released it on command. Pet grabs Winston’s hair to pull her back and the referee starts counting again.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!
4!!!
Pet releases the hair and tries to reset her hold but Winston pulls out of it and clotheslines the kneeling Pet so hard she folds up and lands flat on her back while still on her knees. Winstone covers her in this position.
Pet somehow gets a shoulder up.
Winston grabs Pet by the head and pulls her to her feet. She slaps Pet so hard that Pet spins around completely. Winston grabs her and gives her a swinging neckbreaker for a cover.
Pet kicks out.
Winston drags Pet up and snaps off a second swinging neckbreaker. Winston grabs her and slaps on the Predator Lock. Pet reaches out for the ropes and flails as Winston sinks the hold in deeper and deeper. Pet tries for the ropes, reaching again and again until she finally passes out in the hold. The referee checks her and calls for the bell.
WINNER BY TAP OUT - CHELSEA WINSTON!
Koss: The deal has been sealed with a Predator Lock! Guess we know who the Dom in this match was for sure!
Spazz: Lunchbox, you're just creepy when you talk dirty. Leave it to a motherfucking professional!
BACKSTAGE
The scene opens to Valora shadowing boxing in the back, her sleek and toned frame moving and firing punches and snap kicks at an accelerated rate. The camera gets a full rotation around her before coming to a stop with her grinding fist into her open palm. The fans watching on the tron cast their adulation upon her with a cheer as she nods and speaks.
Valora: “I’m not sure why Rebel Rhodes booked me for this match tonight. It’s suspicious as hell. Perhaps she wants me to piss off Maria’s mafia family to the point they put out a hit on me before Destination Unknown? Maybe she wants me to get injured? Maybe she wants to scout me? One thing’s that not a maybe is that she did this simply to book me or to give me a simple tune up match. That’s bullshit.”
She scoffs.
Valora: “Rebel is a conniving little snake who got me fired and ruined my life in EWC. Trust me, this booking is sinister in some way. That being said, she booked me against Maria Salvatore.”
Crowd jeers.
Valora: “Come on, folks. Don’t be like that. If you wanna boo anybody, boo Rebel. She’s the one using Maria as a pawn. To be honest I might actually be fighting a literal ghost tonight, because Maria hasn’t been seen in like 2-3 months right after she ate that L in the 3 vs 3 match. I fear that a rival mafia family came in and put a hit out on her. As I speak, she may be dead. She might be at the bottom of a lake with cement shoes on. Or maybe her own family didn’t think she was representing them well enough and off’d her?”
She gives a genuinely sympathetic look and shrugs.
Valora: “Hopefully I’m way off course here. Hopefully she’s been away training and ironing out the holes in her game. She’s a trixie little minx when she’s on her game. It took Psycho a bit to figure her out, but she did and the blueprint is available now. All I can hope for, if she does show up, is that she gives me a good fight like she did Psycho and some of the others. She’s got spunk. If only she’d stop cooking so much damn food for her family and spend more time studying her opponents she’d be a force. The talent’s there, she just hasn’t used it yet.”
She slams a fist hard into her open palm and grins.
Valora: “Ghost Maria or Mafia Maria, it doesn’t matter. Win, lose, or draw I’m coming at her with the impetus of a world ending comet, that much you can count on. And Rebel, if you even THINK about jerking me around in this match, the beating I give you at Destination Unknown will be tripled in painitude. You’re lucky I don’t barge into your office right now, smash your face in, then shit on your desk. But I’m being merciful so that you don’t find an excuse to renege on our match. You have been warned, Rebel.”
The scene ends with her firing a few more punches at the lens.
Koss: Strong words for opponent and boss alike!
Spazz: Chickie-poo needs to get over that shit. Bitch got a job out of kicking Rebs in the head. Seriously, count your lucky stars that you ain't in jail!
Koss: She'll either see the way or see her way out the door eventually.
MARIA SALVATORE VS VALORA THOMAS
The Mafia Heiress wasted little time, blasting Valora with a hard slap to the jaw followed by a forearm shot just as the bell rings. She follows up the opening cheap shot start with a dominating display of strikes and swift spinning heel kick, followed by a BRAINBUSTAAAAAH! Maria makes a tight package cover but Valora kicks out forcefully, getting to her feet, but still dazed from the brainbuster, she finds herself gripped in a rear waistlock! Maria back-bridges with a release German Suplex, but Valora flips in mid air, landing on her feet! Maria gets to her feet just in time to be blasted by a sharp spinning knee to the face, followed by a series of body shots to the ribs in particular, and finished up with a NINJA KICK that sends Maria flipping right onto her belly. This is promptly followed by Valora hitting a cartwheel into a SPLITSVILLE leg drop pin! Maria barely kicks out!
Valora gets to her feet along with Maria and fires off a fast shoot kick, but Maria catches the leg and pulls Valora in for a scoop slam! Valora pops up to her feet as Maria hits the ropes, snaps back with the TORANDO DDT-NO! In mid spin, Valora shoves Maria off. Looking back angrily, Maria rears her fist back and charges headlong into THE NAT 20 KICK!!!! Maria flat backs and Valora falls across her counting 1-2-3 right along with the referee!
WINNER BY PINFALL - VALORA THOMAS!!!!
Valora flips her middle finger at the nearest camera, then drops and rolls out of the ring with her music playing!
Koss: Rude!
Spazz: Fuck it, I'm sold. She can fight her ass off!
Koss: If she can reign in her demons, she'd be a devastating force to reckon with for certain!
THE REBEL'S OFFICE
With cameras rolling in the back office, Melinda Rhodes sits in her office chair, hand to her chin as she stares back into the camera for the briefest of moments. You know what she looks like, so let's keep it simple and get straight to the point.
Rebel: Normally I'd sit back and keep my mouth shut when someone's busy talking out of the horses ass that serves as their mouth, but I decided to make a special exception here tonight in the case of Valora Thomas. I could respond in a million ways to shutdown her argument here and now. From what I heard, mental instability was the cause for your dismissal from EWC but then again, we both remember what a manipulative bag of shit Victor Price, the GM of Brawl, was at the time, don't we? You think he fucked you over? Honey....
She chuckles bitterly.
Rebel: He got me too and at one of the lowest points of my life to boot. I spiraled out of control, drank heavily, almost lost my husband and daughter, thought I was going nowhere. I made a disgrace of myself for awhile there, Val. It took an intervention from friends to save my ass from drowning to death in my own misery.
Slowly she shakes her head.
Rebel: Yet I'm the one you hook the blame to. Val, do you know who it is I blame for my shortcomings? I don't blame President Mac, Marcus Welsh, or anyone else I worked for over these last few years. I don't blame any one wrestler for anything that has happened, no matter how much they may have worked to fuck me over. Honey child, I blame myself for getting in those situations in the first place.
Resting her elbow on the chair arm, the Rebel leans back and crosses her jean clad legs.
Rebel: I've been a shell of my former self since long before I ever met you, trying to find myself again over the last few years. I've felt hollow and empty, so what'd I do? I took and made a wrestling company in the hopes that maybe by helping others discover themselves that I might find my way again. You want to say I'm some evil mastermind that's hellbent on fucking your life up. Nah, I ain't taking on the extra workload. I was far too busy fucking myself over to be worried about you.
Melinda tilts her head to the side, brushing her thumb across her lips.
Rebel: Remember what I said to you when you signed those documents. I'm giving you the chance I've always wanted. Don't blow it and maybe check yourself at the door, because if I'm pretty sure that if you fuck this up, there's no coming back for you. I could have pressed charges, sued you for assault, and guaranteed that you go to jail for the next ten years if I was truly out to see you go down in flames. Instead, I gave you an opportunity. I don't expect gratitude, but it'd be a nice change of pace. Congrats by the way, good job in the ring tonight....
And on that note, she reaches past the frame to switch the camera off and send the feed back to ringside.
Koss: This is a different Melinda Rhodes here.
Spazz: I'm kinda' shocked she's that fucking calm. I'd be throwing boots on a bitch for talkin' shit like that about me! Who da' fuck does Valley Girl Thomas think she is up in here?
Koss: It's the Rebel's business. Right now we have Wildside waiting backstage with a word for their opponents, the House of Dix!
Rebel: Normally I'd sit back and keep my mouth shut when someone's busy talking out of the horses ass that serves as their mouth, but I decided to make a special exception here tonight in the case of Valora Thomas. I could respond in a million ways to shutdown her argument here and now. From what I heard, mental instability was the cause for your dismissal from EWC but then again, we both remember what a manipulative bag of shit Victor Price, the GM of Brawl, was at the time, don't we? You think he fucked you over? Honey....
She chuckles bitterly.
Rebel: He got me too and at one of the lowest points of my life to boot. I spiraled out of control, drank heavily, almost lost my husband and daughter, thought I was going nowhere. I made a disgrace of myself for awhile there, Val. It took an intervention from friends to save my ass from drowning to death in my own misery.
Slowly she shakes her head.
Rebel: Yet I'm the one you hook the blame to. Val, do you know who it is I blame for my shortcomings? I don't blame President Mac, Marcus Welsh, or anyone else I worked for over these last few years. I don't blame any one wrestler for anything that has happened, no matter how much they may have worked to fuck me over. Honey child, I blame myself for getting in those situations in the first place.
Resting her elbow on the chair arm, the Rebel leans back and crosses her jean clad legs.
Rebel: I've been a shell of my former self since long before I ever met you, trying to find myself again over the last few years. I've felt hollow and empty, so what'd I do? I took and made a wrestling company in the hopes that maybe by helping others discover themselves that I might find my way again. You want to say I'm some evil mastermind that's hellbent on fucking your life up. Nah, I ain't taking on the extra workload. I was far too busy fucking myself over to be worried about you.
Melinda tilts her head to the side, brushing her thumb across her lips.
Rebel: Remember what I said to you when you signed those documents. I'm giving you the chance I've always wanted. Don't blow it and maybe check yourself at the door, because if I'm pretty sure that if you fuck this up, there's no coming back for you. I could have pressed charges, sued you for assault, and guaranteed that you go to jail for the next ten years if I was truly out to see you go down in flames. Instead, I gave you an opportunity. I don't expect gratitude, but it'd be a nice change of pace. Congrats by the way, good job in the ring tonight....
And on that note, she reaches past the frame to switch the camera off and send the feed back to ringside.
Koss: This is a different Melinda Rhodes here.
Spazz: I'm kinda' shocked she's that fucking calm. I'd be throwing boots on a bitch for talkin' shit like that about me! Who da' fuck does Valley Girl Thomas think she is up in here?
Koss: It's the Rebel's business. Right now we have Wildside waiting backstage with a word for their opponents, the House of Dix!
BACKSTAGE
Backstage, the camera finds Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, Wildside, standing in a hallway by their dressing room door.
Zenna: People have been asking us all day how we feel about the match tonight with House of Dix…
Seleana: Ja, and are we keen for this one?
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: Of course we’re keen for it! Tracy Dixon is the kind of power you always want to test yourself against!
Seleana: And Wendy House has a gear not many can get to even if they are keen to try!
Zenna: So are we ready for this?
The two look to each other and then back to the camera.
Seleana: Ja, we ready!
Zenna: Let’s do this!
We cut back to ringside.
Koss: Short, sweet, and to the point!
Spazz: Now Cherry Deville is taking on Iphy Kopadi TONIGHT!
Zenna: People have been asking us all day how we feel about the match tonight with House of Dix…
Seleana: Ja, and are we keen for this one?
Zenna shrugs.
Zenna: Of course we’re keen for it! Tracy Dixon is the kind of power you always want to test yourself against!
Seleana: And Wendy House has a gear not many can get to even if they are keen to try!
Zenna: So are we ready for this?
The two look to each other and then back to the camera.
Seleana: Ja, we ready!
Zenna: Let’s do this!
We cut back to ringside.
Koss: Short, sweet, and to the point!
Spazz: Now Cherry Deville is taking on Iphy Kopadi TONIGHT!
CHERRY DEVILLE VS IPHY KOPADI
Cherry starts quickly, locking up with Iphy and working to bring her to the mat, but Iphy isn’t keen on staying there long, leading into quite the exchange of holds. In the first minute the two women exchange no less than seven pin attempts with neither woman scoring more than a one-count on the other. When they finally kip up at the same time, the fans are all over it and the energy just feeds them to go at it again. Similarly sized and matched in strength, a brawl is out of the question. Cherry whips Iphy into the ropes and delivers a hiptoss, followed by a second. Iphy blocks the third and armdrags Cherry to the mat, wrenching on the aforementioned arm, trying for a submission. Cherry wriggles out of this and almost takes Kopadi’s head off with a shining wizard but Iphy rolls away and kips up again, blasting Cherry with an enzuigiri for a near-fall. Cherry is slowed by this, victimized further by a butterfly suplex from the Grecian, but she still keeps in the match, kicking out of another pin attempt. Iphy goes for a bridging belly-to-belly but a bell clap breaks up the waist lock and Cherry is able to send her into the buckles. Charging right after, she catches Kopadi with a back elbow, then a thrust kick that has Iphy falling to her rear against the buckles!
Cherry backs off a few steps, letting Iphy rise, but it proves to be a mistake. She barges into the buckles with Iphy hopping to the second rope and leaping over her before rolling to her feet. Cherry rushes right into a spinning back kick, then a modified stunner, but has the wherewithal to throw her shoulder up at two. She surprises Iphy by putting on the brakes during an Irish whip, hitting the ropes right after Kopadi and getting in position behind her for a German suplex. Iphy flips out of this to land on her feet and Cherry wrecks her with a haymaker that has Iphy swirling on her feet! This time, the German connects, although it doesn’t keep Iphy down for three. In fact, it seems to invigorate the Grecian, who sends Cherry into the corner with authority, chest-first, and sets her up for the FALL FROM OLYMPUS! Elbowed away before she can cinch in, Iphy drops to her feet, booted backwards by Cherry before she turns on the ropes and leaps off with an elbow to the chest, driving Iphy to the mat! Wasting no time, she sends the stunned Iphy into the ropes and delivers her CHERRY BOMB, getting the one-two-three!
WINNER BY PINFALL - CHERRY DEVILLE!!!!
Koss: DECISIVE victory by Cherry Deville!
Spazz: Cherry Bombed her ass back to the stonage!
Koss: Iphy was out like a light from that impact for certain.
Cherry backs off a few steps, letting Iphy rise, but it proves to be a mistake. She barges into the buckles with Iphy hopping to the second rope and leaping over her before rolling to her feet. Cherry rushes right into a spinning back kick, then a modified stunner, but has the wherewithal to throw her shoulder up at two. She surprises Iphy by putting on the brakes during an Irish whip, hitting the ropes right after Kopadi and getting in position behind her for a German suplex. Iphy flips out of this to land on her feet and Cherry wrecks her with a haymaker that has Iphy swirling on her feet! This time, the German connects, although it doesn’t keep Iphy down for three. In fact, it seems to invigorate the Grecian, who sends Cherry into the corner with authority, chest-first, and sets her up for the FALL FROM OLYMPUS! Elbowed away before she can cinch in, Iphy drops to her feet, booted backwards by Cherry before she turns on the ropes and leaps off with an elbow to the chest, driving Iphy to the mat! Wasting no time, she sends the stunned Iphy into the ropes and delivers her CHERRY BOMB, getting the one-two-three!
WINNER BY PINFALL - CHERRY DEVILLE!!!!
Koss: DECISIVE victory by Cherry Deville!
Spazz: Cherry Bombed her ass back to the stonage!
Koss: Iphy was out like a light from that impact for certain.
BACKSTAGE
Backstage at the Rebel Star Arena we see the team known as House Of Dix singularly known as Wendy House and Tracy Dixon, as our camera catches up to the two they seem to be in the middle of a conversation.
Tracy: Look, House. Let me level with you on something…
Her partner looks at Dixon with a tentative look.
Tracy: Don’t think I don’t respect your hustle but we gotta stop with the t-shirt business.
Without a blink House nods.
Wendy: Okay.
Somehow not realizing this Dixon goes on.
Tracy: I know, I know. You want people to get our merchandise to the people but if we keep selling the stuff in the arena the actual merchandise sales from SRW might get offended.
Wendy: Yah.
Tracy: Look, we can’t be stealing profits from the very organization we work for! Besides we are wrestlers, not some salespeople, we just have to stop it, you dig?
She nods in response.
Wendy: Yup.
Dixon takes a breath.
Tracy: Whew..look I know you are upset but as soon as we become tag champs we are bound to get our own merch, real merchandise and..
She stops mid sentence.
Tracy: You aren’t upset at all are you?
House shakes her head.
Wendy: Nope. Me’s undystand wot we’s did was bad... especially as me’s lost like twenny bucks on da whole thing. But it’s okays. Me’s come up wiv a new plan! Somefink dat SRW doesn’t sell, an’ 75% of wesslers use, according to some article me’s wead on da intynets.
She pulls out a small clear packet full of white powder.
Wendy: DWUGS!
We can see the sheer horror in Tracy’s face as she gasps and grabs for the bag hissing out a hoarse whisper.
Tracy: YOU CAN’T BE SELLING DRUGS IN THE ARENA, WE ARE IN THE SOUTH YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY FIND US WITH WITH..WHATEVER THIS IS?!
Wendy: Colowbian marchie powder? Blow? Cocaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane? Nose candy? Gimme a hit..OH OH! Me’s know SNOW WHITE! She pwetty!
Tracy: Whatever it is, you can’t have it, and you can’t sell it. That shit is illegal, it’s a crime and I’m not going to prison because my partner decided to become Tony Montana!
Wendy: ..but..
Tracy: No!
Wendy: but..but..
Tracy: House.
Wendy: Me’s not even cuban! Me’s canadian, druggies be legal in Canada.
Tracy: That’s CANNABIS, not Cocaine
Wendy: Both starter with C though, me knows that letter well.
Tracy: We aren’t in Canada anyway this in the the south!
Wendy: We good
Tracy: What’s good about that?! WHY OH PREY TELL ME, WOULD THAT MAKE THINGS BETTER!
House giggles.
Wendy: Because it’s not weal cocaine, it baking powder and sugar..
She leans in for a loud whisper.
Wendy: Me’s gonna sell it to a stoopid dealer and make money, who can they complain to? The coppers? No flatfoot can ever catch House.
Tracy Dixon stands there, trying her best not to have an aneurysm on live television, taking a deep breath.
Tracy: Nope, they won’t go to cops that’s for sure..they will just straight up murder you! We can’t do that!
House pouts, tucking her arms under her chest.
Tracy: You got that House, we won’t become some sort of undercover bullshit drug ring, I swear this is the last time I let you borrow my Netflix account..
She nods in response and tosses the baggie.
Wendy: Okay.
Tracy: You sure?
Wendy: Yu-huh
Tracy: No drug business, not stealing from our boss or employers..none of that shit, got it? We need to just be safe.
Wendy: AHA! I gots jus’ the business to keep us safe! Somefink to get wich, keep us safe AN’ is legal and popular in da south!
She pulls a cap gun out of her pocket.
Wendy: GUNS!
Dixon facepalms.
Tracy: Why couldn’t safe be something..actually safe, like a insurance sales or something.
House puts an arm on Tracy’s shoulder, speaking to her like a grown up to a child.
Wendy: Nobody likes insurance people..you might as well be asking to get shot..unless..
She sticks the cap gun Tracy’s face, booping her nose with it.
Wendy: Unless YOU’S AN INSURANCE SALESPERSON WITH A MOTHAFWEAKING GUN! I could be House Callahan, the Dirty Salesperson Harry..
She squints at the camera doing her best Clint Eastwood impersonation.
Wendy: Go ahead punk, make me’s day, buy the W40K and pay the monthly installments of 59,99 Dollars!
Dixon steps back from the gun, fake as it was you can never be entirely sure with House.
Tracy: Look, we are wrestlers not international arms dealers, guns kill people you know!
Wendy: Guns don’t kill people, wappers do! Has Goldie Lookin’ Chain taught you’s noffink?
Tracy: House... I’m black, I listen to GOOD rap music.
Wendy pouts.
Wendy: Fine. You’s no fun. Me’s last tag partner used to shoot people wiv acid an’ shit.
Tracy: ....House?
Wendy: Yah?
Tracy: Can we get ready for our match now?
Wendy nods.
Wendy: okays. An’ if anyone twies to jump us or interfere, me’s bust a cap in deys ass!
Tracy sighs as they walk off.
Tracy: I’m sure you will...
We cut back to ringside.
Spazz: Tha' fuck we just watch?
Koss: I honestly can't say, but their match is coming up next!
Tracy: Look, House. Let me level with you on something…
Her partner looks at Dixon with a tentative look.
Tracy: Don’t think I don’t respect your hustle but we gotta stop with the t-shirt business.
Without a blink House nods.
Wendy: Okay.
Somehow not realizing this Dixon goes on.
Tracy: I know, I know. You want people to get our merchandise to the people but if we keep selling the stuff in the arena the actual merchandise sales from SRW might get offended.
Wendy: Yah.
Tracy: Look, we can’t be stealing profits from the very organization we work for! Besides we are wrestlers, not some salespeople, we just have to stop it, you dig?
She nods in response.
Wendy: Yup.
Dixon takes a breath.
Tracy: Whew..look I know you are upset but as soon as we become tag champs we are bound to get our own merch, real merchandise and..
She stops mid sentence.
Tracy: You aren’t upset at all are you?
House shakes her head.
Wendy: Nope. Me’s undystand wot we’s did was bad... especially as me’s lost like twenny bucks on da whole thing. But it’s okays. Me’s come up wiv a new plan! Somefink dat SRW doesn’t sell, an’ 75% of wesslers use, according to some article me’s wead on da intynets.
She pulls out a small clear packet full of white powder.
Wendy: DWUGS!
We can see the sheer horror in Tracy’s face as she gasps and grabs for the bag hissing out a hoarse whisper.
Tracy: YOU CAN’T BE SELLING DRUGS IN THE ARENA, WE ARE IN THE SOUTH YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IF THEY FIND US WITH WITH..WHATEVER THIS IS?!
Wendy: Colowbian marchie powder? Blow? Cocaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaane? Nose candy? Gimme a hit..OH OH! Me’s know SNOW WHITE! She pwetty!
Tracy: Whatever it is, you can’t have it, and you can’t sell it. That shit is illegal, it’s a crime and I’m not going to prison because my partner decided to become Tony Montana!
Wendy: ..but..
Tracy: No!
Wendy: but..but..
Tracy: House.
Wendy: Me’s not even cuban! Me’s canadian, druggies be legal in Canada.
Tracy: That’s CANNABIS, not Cocaine
Wendy: Both starter with C though, me knows that letter well.
Tracy: We aren’t in Canada anyway this in the the south!
Wendy: We good
Tracy: What’s good about that?! WHY OH PREY TELL ME, WOULD THAT MAKE THINGS BETTER!
House giggles.
Wendy: Because it’s not weal cocaine, it baking powder and sugar..
She leans in for a loud whisper.
Wendy: Me’s gonna sell it to a stoopid dealer and make money, who can they complain to? The coppers? No flatfoot can ever catch House.
Tracy Dixon stands there, trying her best not to have an aneurysm on live television, taking a deep breath.
Tracy: Nope, they won’t go to cops that’s for sure..they will just straight up murder you! We can’t do that!
House pouts, tucking her arms under her chest.
Tracy: You got that House, we won’t become some sort of undercover bullshit drug ring, I swear this is the last time I let you borrow my Netflix account..
She nods in response and tosses the baggie.
Wendy: Okay.
Tracy: You sure?
Wendy: Yu-huh
Tracy: No drug business, not stealing from our boss or employers..none of that shit, got it? We need to just be safe.
Wendy: AHA! I gots jus’ the business to keep us safe! Somefink to get wich, keep us safe AN’ is legal and popular in da south!
She pulls a cap gun out of her pocket.
Wendy: GUNS!
Dixon facepalms.
Tracy: Why couldn’t safe be something..actually safe, like a insurance sales or something.
House puts an arm on Tracy’s shoulder, speaking to her like a grown up to a child.
Wendy: Nobody likes insurance people..you might as well be asking to get shot..unless..
She sticks the cap gun Tracy’s face, booping her nose with it.
Wendy: Unless YOU’S AN INSURANCE SALESPERSON WITH A MOTHAFWEAKING GUN! I could be House Callahan, the Dirty Salesperson Harry..
She squints at the camera doing her best Clint Eastwood impersonation.
Wendy: Go ahead punk, make me’s day, buy the W40K and pay the monthly installments of 59,99 Dollars!
Dixon steps back from the gun, fake as it was you can never be entirely sure with House.
Tracy: Look, we are wrestlers not international arms dealers, guns kill people you know!
Wendy: Guns don’t kill people, wappers do! Has Goldie Lookin’ Chain taught you’s noffink?
Tracy: House... I’m black, I listen to GOOD rap music.
Wendy pouts.
Wendy: Fine. You’s no fun. Me’s last tag partner used to shoot people wiv acid an’ shit.
Tracy: ....House?
Wendy: Yah?
Tracy: Can we get ready for our match now?
Wendy nods.
Wendy: okays. An’ if anyone twies to jump us or interfere, me’s bust a cap in deys ass!
Tracy sighs as they walk off.
Tracy: I’m sure you will...
We cut back to ringside.
Spazz: Tha' fuck we just watch?
Koss: I honestly can't say, but their match is coming up next!
HOUSE OF DIX VS WILDSIDE
The bell sounds and Wendy skips over and slaps both Zdunich Sisters before running towards her corner. Zenna and Seleana both charge after her. Wendy tumbles into her corner and Dixon comes running out of their corner and clotheslines both members of Wildside nearly out of their boots. Wendy goes up to the top and jumps off for a moonsault that lands her across both Zdunich Sisters. Wendy tries to cover Zenna.
Zenna kicks out.
Wendy jumps over onto Seleana for a cover.
Seleana kicks out.
Wendy runs to Tracy and tries to flip into a moonsault off her own partner. Widlside catch her and toss her back to Tracy. Tracy catches Wendy and Wildside jump into double shoulder tackles to knock Tracy off-balance. Tracy takes a step back and Wildside jumps up into double dropkicks that send the House of Dix down onto Dixon’s back. Wendy rolls off and Zenna covers Tracy.
Tracy kicks out.
Seleana grabs Wendy and runs her into the corner. Wendy jumps up onto the turnbuckles and jumps into a spinkick. Seleana eats the impact and falls into the ropes. As Wendy gets up, Zenna catches her for a snap powerslam.
Wendy kicks out.
Tracy gets up and rushes Seleana by the corner. Seleana drops down, taking the top rope with her. Tracy goes over the top rope to the floor and Seleana slingshots herself into a flying crossbody onto Tracy on the floor. Tracy crashes down to the concrete floor from the impact from Seleana’s dive. Zenna pulls Wendy up and throws her over the top. Seleana puts her hands up and directs Wendy onto Tracy. Seleana grabs Wendy tosses her back into the ring. Zenna goes for an inside cradle on Wendy.
Wendy kicks out.
Wendy reverses the cradle.
Zenna kicks out.
Seleana pulls Tracy up and goes to toss her into the ring. Tracy shoves Seleana into the edge of the ring and then tosses her into the ring. Tracy climbs up into the ring. Seleana starts trading shots with Tracy, Wendy is tracing with Zenna. The referee tries to get them all to stop using closed fists but all four ignore the hapless official completely. As the referee starts to count them to disqualification, both teams continue throwing fists.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
4!!!
The timekeeper rings the bell. The referee checks and the timekeeper indicates the time limit has expired. Extra referees come out to separate the two teams. Both teams don’t want to stop and start extorting for my time but to no avail.
THE MATCH IS A TIME LIMIT DRAW! NO WINNER IS DECLARED!!!
Zenna kicks out.
Wendy jumps over onto Seleana for a cover.
Seleana kicks out.
Wendy runs to Tracy and tries to flip into a moonsault off her own partner. Widlside catch her and toss her back to Tracy. Tracy catches Wendy and Wildside jump into double shoulder tackles to knock Tracy off-balance. Tracy takes a step back and Wildside jumps up into double dropkicks that send the House of Dix down onto Dixon’s back. Wendy rolls off and Zenna covers Tracy.
Tracy kicks out.
Seleana grabs Wendy and runs her into the corner. Wendy jumps up onto the turnbuckles and jumps into a spinkick. Seleana eats the impact and falls into the ropes. As Wendy gets up, Zenna catches her for a snap powerslam.
Wendy kicks out.
Tracy gets up and rushes Seleana by the corner. Seleana drops down, taking the top rope with her. Tracy goes over the top rope to the floor and Seleana slingshots herself into a flying crossbody onto Tracy on the floor. Tracy crashes down to the concrete floor from the impact from Seleana’s dive. Zenna pulls Wendy up and throws her over the top. Seleana puts her hands up and directs Wendy onto Tracy. Seleana grabs Wendy tosses her back into the ring. Zenna goes for an inside cradle on Wendy.
Wendy kicks out.
Wendy reverses the cradle.
Zenna kicks out.
Seleana pulls Tracy up and goes to toss her into the ring. Tracy shoves Seleana into the edge of the ring and then tosses her into the ring. Tracy climbs up into the ring. Seleana starts trading shots with Tracy, Wendy is tracing with Zenna. The referee tries to get them all to stop using closed fists but all four ignore the hapless official completely. As the referee starts to count them to disqualification, both teams continue throwing fists.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
4!!!
The timekeeper rings the bell. The referee checks and the timekeeper indicates the time limit has expired. Extra referees come out to separate the two teams. Both teams don’t want to stop and start extorting for my time but to no avail.
THE MATCH IS A TIME LIMIT DRAW! NO WINNER IS DECLARED!!!
Spazz: BOOOOO! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!!!
Koss: That match devolved into a brawl and I've rarely seen team Zdunich lose their cool like that. The sudden meteoric rise of House of Dix has clearly gotten to Wildside!
Spazz: Yeah those two have been fighting in this company since before damn near any tag team here and they've not once held tag gold! I'd be fucking pissed the fuck off too!!
Koss: This more than likely sets a rematch up for next Savage Thursday before the PPV. Whichever team can pull ahead gets a shot at the Riot Group SMC's gold!
Koss: That match devolved into a brawl and I've rarely seen team Zdunich lose their cool like that. The sudden meteoric rise of House of Dix has clearly gotten to Wildside!
Spazz: Yeah those two have been fighting in this company since before damn near any tag team here and they've not once held tag gold! I'd be fucking pissed the fuck off too!!
Koss: This more than likely sets a rematch up for next Savage Thursday before the PPV. Whichever team can pull ahead gets a shot at the Riot Group SMC's gold!
BACKSTAGE
Backstage the camera finds B-Brat and Halo standing together in an empty interview area.
B-Brat: YO!! I’m here with my girl, the one challenging the Terminator tonight… HaLO!!!!
She turns to face her wife.
B-Brat: So, tell me, why did you ask for this match tonight?
Halo shrugs.
Halo: I saw her wrestle my sister and thought, that looks like fun, I want a turn! Can’t say I thought it would come this fast or that there would be a championship attached but I ain’t turnin’ that shit down neither! Ursula Von Rossbach has been one of the biggest badasses this company has ever seen no matter what name it was under and who was doin’ the damn match making! Tonight, I get my turn to step inside that ring and prove that I not only survive, but thrive!
B-Brat nods approvingly.
Halo: She hits me, and I look back and say, “Thank you, ma’am, may I have another!” She might knock me down, but I’m gettin’ back up and you bet your sweet ass I’m hittin’ back too!
B-Brat smirks and Halo nods.
Halo: It’s go time!
We cut back to ringside.
Spazz: Halo be ready to go Masterchief up in this motherfucker!
Koss: The champion is oddly silent this night. It makes you wonder what's going through the mind of Ursula Von Rossbach. Is she overlooking her foe? Does she not care?
Spazz: Bitch-Mountain says and does whatever she wants, Lunchbox. I ain't questioning it one bit!
Koss: Well we'll see soon enough! That match is coming up, NEXT! But first....
B-Brat: YO!! I’m here with my girl, the one challenging the Terminator tonight… HaLO!!!!
She turns to face her wife.
B-Brat: So, tell me, why did you ask for this match tonight?
Halo shrugs.
Halo: I saw her wrestle my sister and thought, that looks like fun, I want a turn! Can’t say I thought it would come this fast or that there would be a championship attached but I ain’t turnin’ that shit down neither! Ursula Von Rossbach has been one of the biggest badasses this company has ever seen no matter what name it was under and who was doin’ the damn match making! Tonight, I get my turn to step inside that ring and prove that I not only survive, but thrive!
B-Brat nods approvingly.
Halo: She hits me, and I look back and say, “Thank you, ma’am, may I have another!” She might knock me down, but I’m gettin’ back up and you bet your sweet ass I’m hittin’ back too!
B-Brat smirks and Halo nods.
Halo: It’s go time!
We cut back to ringside.
Spazz: Halo be ready to go Masterchief up in this motherfucker!
Koss: The champion is oddly silent this night. It makes you wonder what's going through the mind of Ursula Von Rossbach. Is she overlooking her foe? Does she not care?
Spazz: Bitch-Mountain says and does whatever she wants, Lunchbox. I ain't questioning it one bit!
Koss: Well we'll see soon enough! That match is coming up, NEXT! But first....
ELSEWHERE....
“You had your collective chance.”
The voice comes from the darkness. There IS light in the room, but it is solely from a naked bulb hanging above, offering a meager circle of light in the otherwise inky blackness. The tone from the speaker is as dark as the room.
”Apparently, though, we are not worth taking seriously. Some around here bitch about respect and not being shown due deference and all that. Maybe they’re right, maybe not. Maybe their methods are just fucked.”
The person steps forward, though not fully into the light. Their steps ARE heard, though; measured clicks and, in the midst of those? A wet splattering.
”You don’t ask for respect. You do not demand it. You sure as HELL do not beg for it. If you want it, you buy it in blood. You wrench it in screams from the lungs of your enemies and maintain it in their nightmares after the fact. But none of you around here save one has even an inkling of what that feels like. Why? Because you are weak. Weakness… DISGUSTS ME!”
Now we see the source of the steps: heeled leather boots rising to calf-level, form-fitting leather pants disappearing into the tops of them, laced as tight as can be. Polished, too. To a shine. Though it looks like something has been splattered upon them near the heels and toes…
”Which means, by and large, most of this locker room disgusts me. Whiny, preening prima donnas begging for a spotlight they should be taking. Saucy bitches waiting for a hand-out instead of stepping up. You are weak. The lot of you. You are not fit to walk these halls in my presence.”
A few more steps and the visage of Lyra LeVeux-Donavan is finally revealed. She moves partially into the circle of light, swathed in leather from head to toe, her hair back in a tight braid, her usually shining eyes dark and fiery. No smile, no sing-songy tone… no joy. The Fire-Breathing Wolf is pissed.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: The real Mother of Destruction is coming home, bitches. And she’s going to feed on your mana, one at a time, until you learn your proper lesson:
She leans in slightly.
Lyra LeVeux-Donavan: Only the strong survive.
Walking straight ahead and out of the circle, Lyra chooses to leave it at that. When looking back upon where she stood, though, it seems she has left footprints. Red footprints. And the red liquid slowly dribbling across the floor from within the darkness is no less frightening...
We cut back to ringside.
Koss: Well... that's a scarier side of Lyra Donovan!
Spazz: Where'd all that blood come from?
Koss: Good question. Do we want to know?
Spazz: Probably not....
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C) VS HALO w/B-Brat
URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C) VS HALO w/B-Brat
Standing across from the imposing monster that is Ursula Von Rossbach is one bouncy and energetic Halo, B-Brat outside the ring looking beyond nervous and worried for her. The bell rings and Ursula marches out of the corner with a fast stride and Halo turns around, hops onto the second rope and hits a springboard European Uppercut. The effect is more like a nickel bouncing off a hard wall as the Lady Terminator doesn't even budge, her head rocking up from the blow. Halo keeps moving, however, and Ursula turns right into a flying forearm which moves her back one step. Again, Halo bounces off of her and moves with the momentum into the ropes and comes rushing back at UVR with THE BLACK 13, but URSULA SIDE STEPS AND CHOPS HER DOWN IN MID AIR!!!
From there it's all Ursula as she takes Halo and violently hurls her around the ring like a rag doll. Halo tries to recover but UVR's sudden burst of speed takes her off guard completely. Gorilla Press Drop, running boot to the head off the ropes, Scoop back breaker, and finally a SAMBO CHOKESLAM proceeded by a pin but amazingly, Halo kicks out! Ursula picks Halo up by the throat and hurls her into the corner. She bursts at her with a running Splash, but Halo manages to duck out of the way. Ursula eats nothing but turnbuckle but takes it in stride, turning only to suddenly fall down as B-Brat's hand reaches through the ropes to catch her by the leg! Ursula rises, glaring over her shoulder at B-Brat.
This opens her up for a BLACK 13 that rocks her off her feet!!! Halo promptly follows up with HALO ON FIRE! Ursula is held tight in the bridging Fujiwara armbar, actually registering some pain as evident by the grimace on her face. Yet in a move that surprises Halo, Ursula manages to shift until one arm is under neath her and does a single arm push up, then rolls out from under Halo and straight into a mount on top of her!!!
Halo brings her arms up as Ursula pummels her mercilessly on the canvas with violent and hard rights and lefts! Suddenly Halo is pulled out from under her and through the ropes to the outside by B-Brat, who quickly pulls her battered and now bleeding from the nose friend to safety, checking her over. Back in the ring, Ursula stands, practically fuming at the two. She backs up a few feet, then gets a running start. B-Brat sees the train coming and shoves Halo aside in a sacrifice move that sees her taking the full on force of a SUICIDE CORKSCREW AERIAL TERMINATION!!!! The sight of Ursula twisting and turning in mid air to hit a backflip moonsault over the ropes gets a huge pop from the crowd!
She rises from the stunned, semi-conscious form of B-Brat and proceeds to stalk Halo around the ring, relentless in her pursuit. Halo runs up the ring steps and back into the ring. Ursula slides back in with Halo stomping her repeatedly, but the champion catches her foot and rises. Halo Cartwheels out of her grasp and Ursula pursues right into an enziguri kick! It stops her for a second, but that second was all it took to have her hit a springboard 720 SATELLITE DDT!!!! Ursula pops up on impact and flops on her back, clearly stunned by the impact! Halo runs to the nearest corner, vaults up to the top and wastes no time promptly diving and hitting ELIJAH'S RISE, hooking the leg on impact! 1-2-3!!!!!! Ursula hurls her off one split second too late, sitting up as the referee motions for the bell!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL AND NEW ASCENDANT CHAMPION - HALO!!!!
Spazz: OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!!
Koss: HALO DID IT! SHE DETHRONED URSULA VON ROSSBACH AND IS THE NEW ASCENDANT CHAMPION!!!
Halo's music plays and Ursula rises, hands on her hips and head hung down. Halo holds the belt but looks at the disappointed former champion with eyes like deer in the headlights. Slowly, Ursula approaches her with deliberate steps. Outside B-Brat screams at Halo, "RUN GIRL! SHE'S GONNA' KILL YOU!" She starts to turn, but Ursula catches her wrist with lightning speed. Halo looks ready to fight, only for Ursula to then raise her arm in the air, almost lifting her off the canvas. She then lets the arm drop and exits the ring. B-Brat slides into the ring to embrace Halo as UVR calmly walks down the aisle to the back.
Spazz: And Ursula let her live for it!
Koss: I have felt an odd wind of change here all night. Perhaps this is a sign of things to come!
The ring is cleared the the stage is set for the next match!
From there it's all Ursula as she takes Halo and violently hurls her around the ring like a rag doll. Halo tries to recover but UVR's sudden burst of speed takes her off guard completely. Gorilla Press Drop, running boot to the head off the ropes, Scoop back breaker, and finally a SAMBO CHOKESLAM proceeded by a pin but amazingly, Halo kicks out! Ursula picks Halo up by the throat and hurls her into the corner. She bursts at her with a running Splash, but Halo manages to duck out of the way. Ursula eats nothing but turnbuckle but takes it in stride, turning only to suddenly fall down as B-Brat's hand reaches through the ropes to catch her by the leg! Ursula rises, glaring over her shoulder at B-Brat.
This opens her up for a BLACK 13 that rocks her off her feet!!! Halo promptly follows up with HALO ON FIRE! Ursula is held tight in the bridging Fujiwara armbar, actually registering some pain as evident by the grimace on her face. Yet in a move that surprises Halo, Ursula manages to shift until one arm is under neath her and does a single arm push up, then rolls out from under Halo and straight into a mount on top of her!!!
Halo brings her arms up as Ursula pummels her mercilessly on the canvas with violent and hard rights and lefts! Suddenly Halo is pulled out from under her and through the ropes to the outside by B-Brat, who quickly pulls her battered and now bleeding from the nose friend to safety, checking her over. Back in the ring, Ursula stands, practically fuming at the two. She backs up a few feet, then gets a running start. B-Brat sees the train coming and shoves Halo aside in a sacrifice move that sees her taking the full on force of a SUICIDE CORKSCREW AERIAL TERMINATION!!!! The sight of Ursula twisting and turning in mid air to hit a backflip moonsault over the ropes gets a huge pop from the crowd!
She rises from the stunned, semi-conscious form of B-Brat and proceeds to stalk Halo around the ring, relentless in her pursuit. Halo runs up the ring steps and back into the ring. Ursula slides back in with Halo stomping her repeatedly, but the champion catches her foot and rises. Halo Cartwheels out of her grasp and Ursula pursues right into an enziguri kick! It stops her for a second, but that second was all it took to have her hit a springboard 720 SATELLITE DDT!!!! Ursula pops up on impact and flops on her back, clearly stunned by the impact! Halo runs to the nearest corner, vaults up to the top and wastes no time promptly diving and hitting ELIJAH'S RISE, hooking the leg on impact! 1-2-3!!!!!! Ursula hurls her off one split second too late, sitting up as the referee motions for the bell!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL AND NEW ASCENDANT CHAMPION - HALO!!!!
Spazz: OH MY FUCKING GAWD!!!
Koss: HALO DID IT! SHE DETHRONED URSULA VON ROSSBACH AND IS THE NEW ASCENDANT CHAMPION!!!
Halo's music plays and Ursula rises, hands on her hips and head hung down. Halo holds the belt but looks at the disappointed former champion with eyes like deer in the headlights. Slowly, Ursula approaches her with deliberate steps. Outside B-Brat screams at Halo, "RUN GIRL! SHE'S GONNA' KILL YOU!" She starts to turn, but Ursula catches her wrist with lightning speed. Halo looks ready to fight, only for Ursula to then raise her arm in the air, almost lifting her off the canvas. She then lets the arm drop and exits the ring. B-Brat slides into the ring to embrace Halo as UVR calmly walks down the aisle to the back.
Spazz: And Ursula let her live for it!
Koss: I have felt an odd wind of change here all night. Perhaps this is a sign of things to come!
The ring is cleared the the stage is set for the next match!
BACKSTAGE
Boos erupt across the arena as Katie Montes appears on the video wall, sitting in her Georgia Tech-themed gear on a couch in a locker room. She looks somewhat uninterested, until realizing a camera is filming her. Immediately upon noticing the camera, she starts up talking. Almost like she had planned this or something.
Katie Montes: "Do you remember what happened to the Titans? History speaks of a specific group of titans who nearly tasted greatness. The closest they got to glory was in Super Bowl 34 against the St. Louis, now Los Angeles Rams, where the Titans fell one... yard... short... of going down as the champions that led the National Football League into the new millennium. Andre Dyson, try as he might, would never reach the end zone, and these Titans would never reach the glory they were seemingly destined for."
Katie looks into the camera for a moment, seemingly rambling already. But, ever the one with a plan, Montes retorts to herself with:
Katie Montes: "Trust me, this is going somewhere relevant. The last time SRW saw me, I was bleeding onto my sister's gear as I saw my shot at the Queen Of The South title fade away like the light in my eyes did. In this company, this is the closest I've gotten to glory. I, try as I might, wouldn't capture the gold that at one point, I felt destined for. What I got instead was a one way trip to the hospital, in addition to some plastic surgery. Because of this, I feel the need to say that through this comparison, I am as much of a Titan as many say you are a Titaness, Sammy Hammy. I fell one yard short in my bid to go down as a world champion, just like the Tennessee team before me. And I'm OK with that. It taught me that even in a place like SRW, nothing comes easy when you're Katie Montes."
Montes gets up from the couch and starts pacing, with the camera backing up to show her full frame.
Katie Montes: "Now, this match isn't gonna be easy, my continued pursuit of winning the Queen Of The South title isn't gonna be easy. But sometimes, getting out of bed isn't easy, but I end up doing it at some point anyway. My hunger for a title remains unsatisfied, my quest remains undaunted, and much as I relate to you, Sammy, I'm afraid that I'm gonna have to make sure you come up as I have multiple times before: One. Yard. Short. Good luck."
Short and to the point, Montes walks over to the camera and turns it off, presumably before headed towards the ring.
Spazz: Looks like she's still wanting that gold, yo!
Koss: She faces the Coastal Empire Champion next!
Spazz: Looks like she's still wanting that gold, yo!
Koss: She faces the Coastal Empire Champion next!
SAMANTHA HAMILTON VS KATIE MONTES
From the start, Hamilton puts her considerable power and reach on display, keeping Montes at a distance and forcing her to fight Sam’s fight. Montes tries for takedowns and to attack the legs of the champion, but Hamilton is able to get away from most of it, looking for a big hit to take the fight out of Montes on the quick-fast. She connects with a big boot for a one-count, then manages a flying lariat to get another swift pin attempt. Montes, weathering the heavy blows well, keeps her cool and her distance. She charges in and Hamilton again tries to kick her face off, Montes goes low, though, and under the extended leg. Hamilton turns quickly and Montes dropkicks her leg from under her, taking the six-footer down to a knee. A running knee strike from Katie is caught, but she breaks free with a few hard elbows to the brainpan, followed by a snap DDT for a quick two-count. Sam comes up quickly, looking to throttle Montes, but the former Cumberland Jet rolls from the ring to create distance, both catching her breath and as a side effect frustrating Hamilton.
Eventually the champion circumvents the referee and leaves the ring, only for Katie to roll back in. As would be expected, she lowers the boom on Hamilton with clubbing shots and kicks to the ribs when the champ rolls back in, but rage pushes Samantha through it and she shoves Montes back hard. Katie falls back, rolls up to her feet and charges in again, but Hamilton is ready and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that puts a hurtin’ on Montes. Keeping Katie over her knee, one hand on her thigh and the other on her chin, Samantha stretches her opponent, yelling at her to give up, though Montes defiantly refuses. Finally escaping the makeshift submission, Katie tries to get herself composed but Hamilton is having none of it. She gets Katie up on her shoulders and only a series of elbows keep the champion from delivering DIVINE PUNISHMENT. She instead tries to toss Katie off but Montes lands on her feet and throws a few kicks to the same leg she targeted previously. Samantha breaks up the barrage with a knee from her good leg, a clubbing blow to the back of Katie and a swinging neckbreaker, but the count only reaches two on the resultant pin.
Katie goes right back to the leg when she’s pulled up, determined to bring the bigger Hamilton down to negate her strength. And again, Samantha shoves Katie away fiercely. The retort comes with a basement dropkick to the side of the head, followed by a hellacious curb stomp that almost gets Montes a three-count. Only marginally frustrated, she tries to keep the pressure on, pulling Hamilton up by the hair. The champion returns with a brutal chokeslam and a big leg drop on Montes, pinning for another near-fall. Having apparently had enough of her tenacious opponent, choke-tossing her into the corner and charging in with a facewash that has Montes stumble out and face-plant in the middle of the ring. Liking the sight of this, Samantha still grabs Montes up by the hair, she scoops the smaller woman up and blasts her in the face with a crushing GTS. Still on her feet, Katie rudely motions for Hamilton to keep coming, as if asking if that’s the best the champion has. That inflames Hamilton’s temper and she boots Katie (almost too) low, pulling her in for WRATH OF THE TITANS. Montes shoves her away before the hands can be locked but Hamilton is ready for this, yanking Katie back into her grip via her hair and delivering a big choke bomb. Standing over her opponent, Samantha is admonished by the official but brushes it off. In the midst of this, Katie has the wherewithal to lean up and schoolgirl the champion! The referee’s hand comes down for three and Samantha kicks out violently… but it is still a moment too late!
WINNER BY PINFALL - KATIE MONTES!!!
Eventually the champion circumvents the referee and leaves the ring, only for Katie to roll back in. As would be expected, she lowers the boom on Hamilton with clubbing shots and kicks to the ribs when the champ rolls back in, but rage pushes Samantha through it and she shoves Montes back hard. Katie falls back, rolls up to her feet and charges in again, but Hamilton is ready and hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker that puts a hurtin’ on Montes. Keeping Katie over her knee, one hand on her thigh and the other on her chin, Samantha stretches her opponent, yelling at her to give up, though Montes defiantly refuses. Finally escaping the makeshift submission, Katie tries to get herself composed but Hamilton is having none of it. She gets Katie up on her shoulders and only a series of elbows keep the champion from delivering DIVINE PUNISHMENT. She instead tries to toss Katie off but Montes lands on her feet and throws a few kicks to the same leg she targeted previously. Samantha breaks up the barrage with a knee from her good leg, a clubbing blow to the back of Katie and a swinging neckbreaker, but the count only reaches two on the resultant pin.
Katie goes right back to the leg when she’s pulled up, determined to bring the bigger Hamilton down to negate her strength. And again, Samantha shoves Katie away fiercely. The retort comes with a basement dropkick to the side of the head, followed by a hellacious curb stomp that almost gets Montes a three-count. Only marginally frustrated, she tries to keep the pressure on, pulling Hamilton up by the hair. The champion returns with a brutal chokeslam and a big leg drop on Montes, pinning for another near-fall. Having apparently had enough of her tenacious opponent, choke-tossing her into the corner and charging in with a facewash that has Montes stumble out and face-plant in the middle of the ring. Liking the sight of this, Samantha still grabs Montes up by the hair, she scoops the smaller woman up and blasts her in the face with a crushing GTS. Still on her feet, Katie rudely motions for Hamilton to keep coming, as if asking if that’s the best the champion has. That inflames Hamilton’s temper and she boots Katie (almost too) low, pulling her in for WRATH OF THE TITANS. Montes shoves her away before the hands can be locked but Hamilton is ready for this, yanking Katie back into her grip via her hair and delivering a big choke bomb. Standing over her opponent, Samantha is admonished by the official but brushes it off. In the midst of this, Katie has the wherewithal to lean up and schoolgirl the champion! The referee’s hand comes down for three and Samantha kicks out violently… but it is still a moment too late!
WINNER BY PINFALL - KATIE MONTES!!!
Koss: KATIE MONTES WITH THE SCHOOL GIRL ROLLUP!!
Spazz: That win just netted her the no.1 spot against the Coastal Empire Champion! Sammy Ham's not looking too thrilled about this either!
Koss: If those eyes could kill, I think Katie Montes would be dead right now!
Spazz: Hey you can be pissed all you like, beautiful, but Katie M's facin' you at the PPV for that big shiny belt yous got!
Savage Thursday returns from a brief commercial break to the smiling face of intrepid SRW Interviewer Marty Proust. Standing before the camera, with a monitor in the background playing the animated logo on repeat, he brings up the microphone with enthusiasm and speaks with the same.
Marty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the Queen of the South Champion… the one and only Zoey Madigan-Star!
Right on cue, the interview monitor starts playing her entrance video just as the camera pans over a bit to take in the woman in question. Dressed to the nines as per usual, Zoey looks ready to storm into a boardroom and accomplish a hostile takeover. The Queen of the South Championship gleams as it rests over her shoulder, one hand grasping it. When Marty introduces her, Zoey’s purple-painted lips part in a charming smile.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Thank you, Marty.
Marty Proust: Now, Mrs. Madigan-Star-
Zoey Madigan-Star: Zoey, dear. We’ve known each other over a year now. No need to be formal.
Was that a faint blush on Marty’s cheeks? Sure was!
Marty Proust: Zoey it is. If I may be so bold, fans and fellow wrestlers have been seeing a different side of you lately on social media as well as in interviews and elsewhere. A bit more of an edge, shall we say? Perhaps a bit of a… darker temperament? Would you care to enlighten us on what’s going on?
Kudos to Marty for getting right to the meat-and-potatoes of the matter. Zoey sets her free hand on his shoulder and, with a pretty shrug, nods in agreement.
Zoey Madigan-Star: You’re not wrong, Marty. I’ve been… on edge lately. Throwing out challenges, getting snippy with people, acting in a manner very unlike that which people are used to from me...
She pauses briefly, considering her next words carefully.
Zoey Madigan-Star: ...but that’s what happens when a person feels disrespected. Now, you’re a smart fellow. You keep up with all the pertinent stats. Tell me: how many days have I been champion?
Marty Proust: Four-hundred-and-fifty-one days as of this evening.
Zoey Madigan-Star: And how many singles matches have I lost?
Marty Proust: Zero.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Has there been anyone else who has stepped up as frequently to get the word out about Southern Rebellion, to put this company forward in an attempt to see it grow, other than Melinda Rhodes or Chrysanthe Kanelos?
Marty Proust: Absolutely not.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Then, with all that said, do you not think that some respect is due?
Marty Proust: I would say absolutely.
Still smiling, though not as brightly, Zoey nods and takes her hand off Marty’s shoulder.
Zoey Madigan-Star: And therein lies my problem, Marty. Where is that respect? Because frankly? I’m not seeing it. Oh, it exists where the front office is concerned, but as far as my opponents go? Well… just look at Bianca Davis as the most recent example. Not that it would be in type for her to say anything kind about someone other than herself, but even an idiot can see that I have earned the right to respect even from people that hate me.
She continues on, gently waving Marty’s microphone back her way when he attempts to pose another question.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I’ve beaten the most dangerous woman in wrestling, Ursula Von Rossbach, twice. I could list more names than that, too: Lyra LeVeux-Donavan, a highly-decorated warrior in her own right? Beaten. Rose? Defeated. Kate Steele, Crystal Hilton, the aforementioned Davis, the long-lost La Rebellion? Pinned, tapped or otherwise sent to the losing side of the pay window. There’s only one woman in Southern Rebellion who can boast a longer reign and more impressive accolades and that’s Samantha Hamilton. And do you know what would happen if I faced HER, Marty?
The Sorceress Supreme leans in close.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I’d beat HER, too.
Definitely gets a reaction from the fans in attendance. Marty looks surprised, too, not so much at Zoey’s statement of victory but that she would flat-out name names and make challenges when it is so out of character for her. Again, her angry side is being brought to bear.
Marty Proust: I don’t think anyone doubts you, Zoey. I know I don’t. But surely things cannot be that bad, can they? You have a legion of fans, you’re riding on top of the wrestling world with record-setting reigns and a Hall of Fame ring before even hitting your fifth year in the business… people straight up love you. Why worry about what a few loudmouths have to say?
His words make Zoey pause. She looks away from the camera, considering, then upwards as though staring at the heavens. It is hard to tell what’s on her mind.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I… don’t have a good answer for that, Marty.
In moments, Zoey goes from inflamed with passion and anger to… uncertainty.
Marty Proust: Then perhaps we should talk about your match tonight. You’re facing off against a mystery opponent selected by Mrs. Rhodes and the rumor mill is a-rollin’! You got any idea who this person might be?
It isn’t flawless, but Zoey manages to get back into the swing of the interview with a small smile.
Zoey Madigan-Star: When Melinda says she has a challenge for me, I tend to believe her. Who could it be? Clearly it isn’t anyone in Southern Rebellion, otherwise those catty hens wouldn’t be able to keep their mouths shut.
A faint, amused smirk.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I have no idea, Marty. I’ll tell you one thing, though: whoever it is? They better be ready to fly.
Patting his shoulder, Zoey turns and moves out of sight, leaving Marty alone to speak to the camera.
Marty Proust: There you have it, folks! Tonight in the main event, our Queen of the South has a mysterious challenge on her hands! How will that pan out? Tune in and see as Savage Thursday keeps rockin’ on!
Back to ringside.
Koss: And that match is coming up next!!!
Spazz: That win just netted her the no.1 spot against the Coastal Empire Champion! Sammy Ham's not looking too thrilled about this either!
Koss: If those eyes could kill, I think Katie Montes would be dead right now!
Spazz: Hey you can be pissed all you like, beautiful, but Katie M's facin' you at the PPV for that big shiny belt yous got!
BACKSTAGE
Savage Thursday returns from a brief commercial break to the smiling face of intrepid SRW Interviewer Marty Proust. Standing before the camera, with a monitor in the background playing the animated logo on repeat, he brings up the microphone with enthusiasm and speaks with the same.
Marty Proust: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the Queen of the South Champion… the one and only Zoey Madigan-Star!
Right on cue, the interview monitor starts playing her entrance video just as the camera pans over a bit to take in the woman in question. Dressed to the nines as per usual, Zoey looks ready to storm into a boardroom and accomplish a hostile takeover. The Queen of the South Championship gleams as it rests over her shoulder, one hand grasping it. When Marty introduces her, Zoey’s purple-painted lips part in a charming smile.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Thank you, Marty.
Marty Proust: Now, Mrs. Madigan-Star-
Zoey Madigan-Star: Zoey, dear. We’ve known each other over a year now. No need to be formal.
Was that a faint blush on Marty’s cheeks? Sure was!
Marty Proust: Zoey it is. If I may be so bold, fans and fellow wrestlers have been seeing a different side of you lately on social media as well as in interviews and elsewhere. A bit more of an edge, shall we say? Perhaps a bit of a… darker temperament? Would you care to enlighten us on what’s going on?
Kudos to Marty for getting right to the meat-and-potatoes of the matter. Zoey sets her free hand on his shoulder and, with a pretty shrug, nods in agreement.
Zoey Madigan-Star: You’re not wrong, Marty. I’ve been… on edge lately. Throwing out challenges, getting snippy with people, acting in a manner very unlike that which people are used to from me...
She pauses briefly, considering her next words carefully.
Zoey Madigan-Star: ...but that’s what happens when a person feels disrespected. Now, you’re a smart fellow. You keep up with all the pertinent stats. Tell me: how many days have I been champion?
Marty Proust: Four-hundred-and-fifty-one days as of this evening.
Zoey Madigan-Star: And how many singles matches have I lost?
Marty Proust: Zero.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Has there been anyone else who has stepped up as frequently to get the word out about Southern Rebellion, to put this company forward in an attempt to see it grow, other than Melinda Rhodes or Chrysanthe Kanelos?
Marty Proust: Absolutely not.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Then, with all that said, do you not think that some respect is due?
Marty Proust: I would say absolutely.
Still smiling, though not as brightly, Zoey nods and takes her hand off Marty’s shoulder.
Zoey Madigan-Star: And therein lies my problem, Marty. Where is that respect? Because frankly? I’m not seeing it. Oh, it exists where the front office is concerned, but as far as my opponents go? Well… just look at Bianca Davis as the most recent example. Not that it would be in type for her to say anything kind about someone other than herself, but even an idiot can see that I have earned the right to respect even from people that hate me.
She continues on, gently waving Marty’s microphone back her way when he attempts to pose another question.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I’ve beaten the most dangerous woman in wrestling, Ursula Von Rossbach, twice. I could list more names than that, too: Lyra LeVeux-Donavan, a highly-decorated warrior in her own right? Beaten. Rose? Defeated. Kate Steele, Crystal Hilton, the aforementioned Davis, the long-lost La Rebellion? Pinned, tapped or otherwise sent to the losing side of the pay window. There’s only one woman in Southern Rebellion who can boast a longer reign and more impressive accolades and that’s Samantha Hamilton. And do you know what would happen if I faced HER, Marty?
The Sorceress Supreme leans in close.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I’d beat HER, too.
Definitely gets a reaction from the fans in attendance. Marty looks surprised, too, not so much at Zoey’s statement of victory but that she would flat-out name names and make challenges when it is so out of character for her. Again, her angry side is being brought to bear.
Marty Proust: I don’t think anyone doubts you, Zoey. I know I don’t. But surely things cannot be that bad, can they? You have a legion of fans, you’re riding on top of the wrestling world with record-setting reigns and a Hall of Fame ring before even hitting your fifth year in the business… people straight up love you. Why worry about what a few loudmouths have to say?
His words make Zoey pause. She looks away from the camera, considering, then upwards as though staring at the heavens. It is hard to tell what’s on her mind.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I… don’t have a good answer for that, Marty.
In moments, Zoey goes from inflamed with passion and anger to… uncertainty.
Marty Proust: Then perhaps we should talk about your match tonight. You’re facing off against a mystery opponent selected by Mrs. Rhodes and the rumor mill is a-rollin’! You got any idea who this person might be?
It isn’t flawless, but Zoey manages to get back into the swing of the interview with a small smile.
Zoey Madigan-Star: When Melinda says she has a challenge for me, I tend to believe her. Who could it be? Clearly it isn’t anyone in Southern Rebellion, otherwise those catty hens wouldn’t be able to keep their mouths shut.
A faint, amused smirk.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I have no idea, Marty. I’ll tell you one thing, though: whoever it is? They better be ready to fly.
Patting his shoulder, Zoey turns and moves out of sight, leaving Marty alone to speak to the camera.
Marty Proust: There you have it, folks! Tonight in the main event, our Queen of the South has a mysterious challenge on her hands! How will that pan out? Tune in and see as Savage Thursday keeps rockin’ on!
Back to ringside.
Koss: And that match is coming up next!!!
MAIN EVENT
ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR VS MYSTERY OPPONENT
ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR VS MYSTERY OPPONENT
Jenny Beck: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A MYSTERY OPPONENT MATCH, MEANING THE CHAMP DON'T KNOW WHO THA' FUCK SHE'S FACING!!! INTRODUCING FIRST!! FROM TRENTON NEW JERSEEEYYYY...
The vision of a stage appears on the big screen, the curtains slowly opening and the seats packed. Footsteps are heard as a figure in black walks to center stage, smoke starting to billow up at the top of the ramp while spotlights center upon it. At the same time, someone walks into the middle of the smoke, right beneath the lights. The actual person and the figure on-screen spread their arms wide at the same time as "Theatre" by Icon For Hire starts up, strobes going off in purple and gold as glittering confetti falls from above. Zoey Madigan-Star is followed by the spotlights as she makes her way to the ring, smiling all the way and meeting the hands of the fans on the way to the ring. A few trinkets and bits of merchandise find their way from her hat or robe into the hands of some of the children in attendance before she reaches the ring.
Reaching the steps and ascending, she wipes her soles on the apron and poses with a leg on the middle rope before slipping between the strands and into the ring, moving immediately up onto the turnbuckles, again spreading her arms wide in a welcoming gesture that many of the fans return to her in kind. She flips backwards off the top rope, landing on her feet and dipping into a bow after which she sweeps her cloak off as well as her gloves, moving into one of the neutral corners of the ring in the process. Slowly, her game face takes over and she gets focused on the match to come.
Jenny Beck: THE QUEEN OF THE SOUTH, ZZZZZZOOOOOEEEEYYY MADIGAN-SSSSTTTAAAARRRRR!!!!
Zoey stands in the ring looking back towards the entrance, pensive but ready.
Koss: Zoey Star looking in prime form tonight!
Spazz: I'll say.... she rockin' them short shorts like the fine ass specimen she is!
Jenny Beck: AAAAAND HER MYSTERY OPPONENT.... who's about to not be a mystery anymore! FROM JEFFERSON CITY, MMMIIIISSSSOOOUUURRRIIII...
The lights dim as "The Soldier" by Lacey Sturm hit's the P/A. Out through the curtains steps out a tall, muscular woman with brunette hair and dressed in black and gold tight shorts with a matching sports top, elbow pads, knee pads, and boots. Across her ass it reads "PRETTY LITTLE MURDER MACHINE." She throws her arms up and a row of pyro columns explodes out from either side of her!
Spazz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!
Jenny Beck: SHE IS THE SULTAN OF SUPLEX,
The crowd mirrors Spazz's reaction of shock and disbelief as she heads down the ramp with a big smile on her face and purpose in each step.
Jenny Beck: THE PRETTY LITTLE MURDER MACHINE...
Climbing the ring steps, The woman wipes her feet and enters the ring, getting face to face with The Queen of the South.
Koss: Yes fucking way it is....
Jenny Beck: SSSSAAAAMMMAAANNNNTTTHHHAAA TOLSON-AAAANNNNDDDDEEERRRRSSSSOOOONNNN!!!
The two exchange words with Tolson suddenly shooting a smile at Zoey before backing off into the opposing corner.
Koss: This just changed the game ladies and germs!!
The bell rings and the match kicks off with the two locking up and promptly entering a strong technical exchange of holds, neither expressly getting an advantage as it quickly becomes apparently after the seventh counter reversed and countered in a row that both women are on par in terms of technique. At one point Tolson slips in behind to try for a German Suplex but Zoey hooks her legs around Tolson's hips and flips her forward into a victory pin, getting a one count before Tolson reversed it into a pin of her own, getting a two count! The two force each other apart and Tolson comes back swinging with a clothesline, but Zoey ducks under the arm and locks on a rear waistlock! Tolson slips free and locks her up. Zoey hooks a leg to keep from being thrown, then turns the tide with a Northern Lights Suplex pin! There isn't even a single count as Tolson flexes her impressive leg muscles, pushing both her and Zoey up into a human bridge!
Tolson twists and turns, coming out with Zoey's arm locked in a standing keylock. She pushes Zoey down to one knee and the champion promptly peppers her with a few shots to the side, then slips free and spins around with a shoot kick to the gut, then runs for the ropes, rebounds and hits THE TRAP CHAMBER, transitioning right into THE MAIDEN'S FLY TRAP but before she can lock it in, Tolson manages to break free and roll away. Both women get to their feet with Tolson bursting forward with MIND YOUR HEAD! Her knee collides with Zoey's and she falls across her folding her up for a tight pinfall, but Zoey breaks out at a two and a half count!
Zoey's stunned and easy prey as Tolson takes full advantage, hitting Suplex after Suplex on Zoey. Snap Vert, spinning inverted vert, snap german, and finally a dragon suplex pin, but Zoey weathers it out and just barely manages to kick out again! Tolson shrugs her shoulders and gathers Zoey Star up, power whipping her into the nearest corner. Zoey hits hard and stumbles forward into a Belly to Back Suplex!!! On impact, she rolls out of the ring and onto the floor.
Samantha crouches down, from the center of the ring, watching and waiting for Zoey to get to her feet outside. She backs into the ropes, then bursts forth as soon as Zoey gets up. She flies through the middle rope and in a surprise move, Zoey side steps, hitting an impromptu Pele kick that clips Tolson under the chin in mid air, causing her to flip spectacularly and land on her back, skidding on the floor and into the guard rail! Tolson fights to her feet only to get thrashed with THE SHIMMERSTEP and when she doesn't go down immediately, Zoey follows up with THE SPARKLEBOMB ON THE STEEL STEPS!!!
Tolson rolls down the stairs with a hand to her back as Zoey takes her by the legs and pulls her up. Tolson bounces on one foot, looking over her shoulder at Zoey who has evil intentions in those eyes. She goes for an Enziguri but Zoey ducks and pulls her into a rear waistlock, then snaps back with a German Suplex of her own!!! Zoey star pops up to her feet and pumps her fists with a wild yell for the crowd!
She then gathers up Tolson, spins her around and shunts her over the apron. The Queen of the South pulls herself onto the apron, doing a little sashay as she lines herself up with her foe. Tolson turns as Zoey pulls back on the ropes and slingshots over with a corkscrew crossbody but TOLSON CATCHES HER! The Pretty little Murder machine is knocked back a few steps, hits a front slam and rolls forward while holding Zoey Star, keeping her effectively stunned long enough to transition to a standing headscissor, hooks her arms and legs, and hits the deadly VICTORY DROP ALPHA BOMB!!! On impact, Zoey is absolutely rocked and Tolson sits upon her chest, holding a leg up for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL - SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON!!!!
Koss: You called it Spazz!
Spazz: Samantha Tolson-Anderson just walked up in here and grabbed herself a title shot! Motherfuckers gonna' be pissed backstage yo!
Koss: Pissed or not, this mystery open challenge just took on a whole new level of importance! Ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have! Thank you for tuning in and enjoying this Rebel South Production! We'll be back in two weeks with the go home show before DESTINATION UNKNOWN!!!
Spazz: SEE YOU NEXT TIME FUCKERS!!!!
Reaching the steps and ascending, she wipes her soles on the apron and poses with a leg on the middle rope before slipping between the strands and into the ring, moving immediately up onto the turnbuckles, again spreading her arms wide in a welcoming gesture that many of the fans return to her in kind. She flips backwards off the top rope, landing on her feet and dipping into a bow after which she sweeps her cloak off as well as her gloves, moving into one of the neutral corners of the ring in the process. Slowly, her game face takes over and she gets focused on the match to come.
Jenny Beck: THE QUEEN OF THE SOUTH, ZZZZZZOOOOOEEEEYYY MADIGAN-SSSSTTTAAAARRRRR!!!!
Zoey stands in the ring looking back towards the entrance, pensive but ready.
Koss: Zoey Star looking in prime form tonight!
Spazz: I'll say.... she rockin' them short shorts like the fine ass specimen she is!
Jenny Beck: AAAAAND HER MYSTERY OPPONENT.... who's about to not be a mystery anymore! FROM JEFFERSON CITY, MMMIIIISSSSOOOUUURRRIIII...
The lights dim as "The Soldier" by Lacey Sturm hit's the P/A. Out through the curtains steps out a tall, muscular woman with brunette hair and dressed in black and gold tight shorts with a matching sports top, elbow pads, knee pads, and boots. Across her ass it reads "PRETTY LITTLE MURDER MACHINE." She throws her arms up and a row of pyro columns explodes out from either side of her!
Spazz: NO FUCKING WAY!!!
Jenny Beck: SHE IS THE SULTAN OF SUPLEX,
The crowd mirrors Spazz's reaction of shock and disbelief as she heads down the ramp with a big smile on her face and purpose in each step.
Jenny Beck: THE PRETTY LITTLE MURDER MACHINE...
Climbing the ring steps, The woman wipes her feet and enters the ring, getting face to face with The Queen of the South.
Koss: Yes fucking way it is....
Jenny Beck: SSSSAAAAMMMAAANNNNTTTHHHAAA TOLSON-AAAANNNNDDDDEEERRRRSSSSOOOONNNN!!!
The two exchange words with Tolson suddenly shooting a smile at Zoey before backing off into the opposing corner.
Koss: This just changed the game ladies and germs!!
The bell rings and the match kicks off with the two locking up and promptly entering a strong technical exchange of holds, neither expressly getting an advantage as it quickly becomes apparently after the seventh counter reversed and countered in a row that both women are on par in terms of technique. At one point Tolson slips in behind to try for a German Suplex but Zoey hooks her legs around Tolson's hips and flips her forward into a victory pin, getting a one count before Tolson reversed it into a pin of her own, getting a two count! The two force each other apart and Tolson comes back swinging with a clothesline, but Zoey ducks under the arm and locks on a rear waistlock! Tolson slips free and locks her up. Zoey hooks a leg to keep from being thrown, then turns the tide with a Northern Lights Suplex pin! There isn't even a single count as Tolson flexes her impressive leg muscles, pushing both her and Zoey up into a human bridge!
Tolson twists and turns, coming out with Zoey's arm locked in a standing keylock. She pushes Zoey down to one knee and the champion promptly peppers her with a few shots to the side, then slips free and spins around with a shoot kick to the gut, then runs for the ropes, rebounds and hits THE TRAP CHAMBER, transitioning right into THE MAIDEN'S FLY TRAP but before she can lock it in, Tolson manages to break free and roll away. Both women get to their feet with Tolson bursting forward with MIND YOUR HEAD! Her knee collides with Zoey's and she falls across her folding her up for a tight pinfall, but Zoey breaks out at a two and a half count!
Zoey's stunned and easy prey as Tolson takes full advantage, hitting Suplex after Suplex on Zoey. Snap Vert, spinning inverted vert, snap german, and finally a dragon suplex pin, but Zoey weathers it out and just barely manages to kick out again! Tolson shrugs her shoulders and gathers Zoey Star up, power whipping her into the nearest corner. Zoey hits hard and stumbles forward into a Belly to Back Suplex!!! On impact, she rolls out of the ring and onto the floor.
Samantha crouches down, from the center of the ring, watching and waiting for Zoey to get to her feet outside. She backs into the ropes, then bursts forth as soon as Zoey gets up. She flies through the middle rope and in a surprise move, Zoey side steps, hitting an impromptu Pele kick that clips Tolson under the chin in mid air, causing her to flip spectacularly and land on her back, skidding on the floor and into the guard rail! Tolson fights to her feet only to get thrashed with THE SHIMMERSTEP and when she doesn't go down immediately, Zoey follows up with THE SPARKLEBOMB ON THE STEEL STEPS!!!
Tolson rolls down the stairs with a hand to her back as Zoey takes her by the legs and pulls her up. Tolson bounces on one foot, looking over her shoulder at Zoey who has evil intentions in those eyes. She goes for an Enziguri but Zoey ducks and pulls her into a rear waistlock, then snaps back with a German Suplex of her own!!! Zoey star pops up to her feet and pumps her fists with a wild yell for the crowd!
She then gathers up Tolson, spins her around and shunts her over the apron. The Queen of the South pulls herself onto the apron, doing a little sashay as she lines herself up with her foe. Tolson turns as Zoey pulls back on the ropes and slingshots over with a corkscrew crossbody but TOLSON CATCHES HER! The Pretty little Murder machine is knocked back a few steps, hits a front slam and rolls forward while holding Zoey Star, keeping her effectively stunned long enough to transition to a standing headscissor, hooks her arms and legs, and hits the deadly VICTORY DROP ALPHA BOMB!!! On impact, Zoey is absolutely rocked and Tolson sits upon her chest, holding a leg up for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL - SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON!!!!
Koss: You called it Spazz!
Spazz: Samantha Tolson-Anderson just walked up in here and grabbed herself a title shot! Motherfuckers gonna' be pissed backstage yo!
Koss: Pissed or not, this mystery open challenge just took on a whole new level of importance! Ladies and gentlemen, that's all the time we have! Thank you for tuning in and enjoying this Rebel South Production! We'll be back in two weeks with the go home show before DESTINATION UNKNOWN!!!
Spazz: SEE YOU NEXT TIME FUCKERS!!!!
*CUE CREDITS*
SUMMARY
MAIN EVENT
ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR VS SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON
MATCH WRITER: RC
SAMANTHA HAMILTON VS KATIE MONTES
MATCH WRITER: ZMS
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C) VS HALO w/B-Brat
MATCH WRITER: RC
HOUSE OF DIX VS WILDSIDE
DRAW
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
CHERRY DEVILLE VS IPHY KOPADI
MATCH WRITER: ZMS
MARIA SALVATORE VS VALORA THOMAS
MATCH WRITER: RC
CHELSEA WINSTON VS PET
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
Thanks for the assistance and the segments! Let's keep the awesome rolling!
SUMMARY
MAIN EVENT
ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR VS SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON
MATCH WRITER: RC
SAMANTHA HAMILTON VS KATIE MONTES
MATCH WRITER: ZMS
ASCENDANT CHAMPIONSHIP
URSULA VON ROSSBACH (C) VS HALO w/B-Brat
MATCH WRITER: RC
HOUSE OF DIX VS WILDSIDE
DRAW
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
CHERRY DEVILLE VS IPHY KOPADI
MATCH WRITER: ZMS
MARIA SALVATORE VS VALORA THOMAS
MATCH WRITER: RC
CHELSEA WINSTON VS PET
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
Thanks for the assistance and the segments! Let's keep the awesome rolling!