Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jul 16, 2020 21:31:25 GMT -7
7/16/2020
REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
SEGMENT
The clang of heavy metal on metal is unmistakable as the view of the small gym deep inside the bowels of the Rebel Star Arena is shown. A man stands in the doorway, shown from behind. He's not the tallest guy, not by any means, but he's looking pretty jacked if his arms are any indication. His legs are wrapped in hot pink, black and white zebra-striped Zubaz and there's a backwards ball cap on his head. The clang of weights is heard again and he flinches, taking a small step back from the doorway before a voice booms out from within, full of bass and with a rasp that sounds like there's some sort of permanent damage there.
??: You gonna stand out there and gawk at me with your dick in your hand all day or what?
The guy in the Zubaz bows his head, looking sheepish as he inches over the threshold and now that he's inside and turned slightly, his identity is visible. It's the newly signed Max Ironside, the indy darling with cerebral palsy. He makes a point to hide his bad hand, stuffing it into his pocket as he leans up against the wall, watching the other man as he straightens up and mops his face with a towel. There's a huge stylized sun tattoo in the middle of his back, the words SEARCH & DESTROY bracketing it – he can see that clearly in the mirror on the rear wall and so can we – when the crowd sees it there's a pretty huge pop from those who recognize it. The tattoos covering both arms are unmistakable as well: a mishmash of skulls and snakes and various band logos that probably looked pretty badass once upon a time. Now they're looking pretty faded, dulled in places were scars cut through them. When the towel lowers, it's obvious that we're not going crazy. It really is the legendary Brad Jackson sitting in the middle of this shitty little weight room, covered in sweat.
Max Ironside: Sorry. I didn't wanna intrude-
The legend shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he lifts his arm, giving his pit a sniff before shrugging. He uses the towel to wipe his chest and then tosses it on the floor before reaching for his shirt.
Jackson: It's a free country, kid. I don't own this shit and from the looks of it, nobody's been down here in a while.
Max Ironside: Right. Of course. I just mean… I can't just walk in here and sit down and go to town when you're-
Jackson: Late for a meeting, actually.
He's on his feet, pulling the plain black t-shirt on over his head. Now that's he's standing, it's clear that he's a lot leaner than he used to be but he's still in fantastic shape, considering his age.
Jackson: Walk with me, kid. Lemme give you some advice, alright?
He gestures for Ironside to follow, stepping out into the hall. He's walking fast and the smaller wrestler almost has to jog to keep up.
Jackson: You're never gonna get anywhere if you're always trying to slot yourself into the pecking order like that. You dig? Between these walls, we're all looking for the same thing. Sure, there's different schools… different experience levels and skill sets and whatever else you wanna throw into the mix, but the most basic tenet of the whole thing doesn't change. That might have been the way they wanted to keep you down in whatever Fisher Price shithole you used to work for-
Max Ironside: Alberta Wrestling.
Jackson: Didn't ask. Don't give a shit. Whatever you did on Turd Island stays there, you feel me? And if you're gonna come in here, slinking low and showing the white of your belly before you've even had your first match, I'm liable to tell Mel to just shred your fuckin' contract right now.
He shoots the shorter wrestler a withering glare.
Max Ironside: I didn't mean any disrespect. I mean-
Jackson: There you go again. Stop it, kid. Just stop. Open your damn eyes. Look around this business. There are a thousand copies of that hardass, that badass with the chip, that psychopath who loses his mind the second the bell rings. They're all interchangeable. They're a dime a dozen and this meat grinder will chew them up one by one… they'll all be forgotten this time next year. Thousands of them. Only one of you.
He stops abruptly in front of the closed door to the office of Melinda Rhodes, laughing when Ironside almost collides with him.
Jackson: I'm just sayin', kid… you wanna own that shit a little more, you know?
Max Ironside: No. Right. Of course. I just was trying to be respectful because you're-
??: UNCLE JAX!!!
Both men turn at that unexpected shriek and then Jackson is almost bowled over as a petite and bespectacled redhead plows into him with a very intense tackle hug. Ironside's eyes go wide as he mouths 'Uncle Jax' to himself before realizing who the redhead is.
Jackson: Kasey! Shit… what's it been, two years?
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS: AT LEAST!
Max Ironside: So, uh… thanks for the advice.
He mumbles under his breath, trying to edge out of sight before Kasey sees him. He fails miserably and the redheads nose wrinkles as she looks him over.
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS: The 90's called… Bart Simpson wants his outfit back.
Jackson's hand rests on the doorknob as he looks back and forth between the two.
Jackson: Play nice, kids.
He doesn't wait for them to say anything else, tapping on the door before stepping inside, the camera catching the voice of Rhodes as she calls out.
Rebel: Sounds like traffic was a bitch....
Jackson: You have no idea.
Cut to Ringside.
Spazz: Who's the chick? She's fine as fuck!
Koss: That's Kasey Summer, AKA Summer, Warrior Princess, along with Max Ironside and Brad "Dark Horse" Jackson!
Spazz: I know old Jax. He beat my ass back in 1998 in like my third wrestling match in.
Koss: Well you did call him a jackass in a promo to his face. What'd you think was gonna' happen?
Spazz: I was all nuts and no brains back then dog.
BRUTUS H. VS MAX IRONSIDE
PHEONIX LESTRANGE VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
SEGMENT
CCM VS LUTHER THUNDER
SEGMENT
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE VS SALLY MAST
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG MATCH
ROSE & CHERRY DEVILLE VS RIVER CHANCE & KATIE MONTES
SEGMENT
Bandit, Banshee and Psycho all nod in unison.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You cost us the Southern Star Cross Tag Team Championships.
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we look to avenge that.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Damn right we are.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Hell bae empty…
ALL: And the Maidens are here!
Cut to Ringside.HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS DONA ROTTEN
JENNIFER WILLIAMS VS MARIA SALVATORE
REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
Lauren Babic's cover of "Toxic" hit's the house P/A. The stage explodes with pyro as the show intro reel rolls over the Rebel Tron screen. The fans naturally are head banging with theme, devil horns raised in the air as they cheer loud and proud. On the stage steps Jenny Beck in black studded leather and a wicked grin on her face. She quickly rushes down to ringside, slides under the ropes, and hops to her feet!
Jenny Beck: REBEL ROUSERS, HELL RAISERS! PUT YOU FISTS IN THE AIR AND MAKE SOME NOISE!!!! IT'S TIME FOR SAVAGE THURSDAAAAYYYY!!!
Crowd: SRW! SRW! SRW!!
Jenny Beck: WE GOT A SHOW FOR YOU TONIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS!!! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ! TELL 'EM ALL ABOUT IT!!!
We cut to the table where we find Joe Koss finishing the last of a sandwich and Mike Spazz downing a beer in rapid fashion.
Spazz: SUP BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHHEEESSS!!!!
Koss: It's SRW Savage Thursday! What a show we have in store for you!! This also comes with of a bitter sweetness as well. Tonight, in our main event, we have Ursula Von Rossbach taking on Zoey Madigan-Star for the right to face Samantha Tolson at our next PPV Event. The rumor mill has been abuzz with the tale that this is her very last night in SRW.
Spazz: What? Fuck no. She's awesome!
Koss: I asked her personally off camera why she was doing it and her answer was that she feels she's done everything she can in the sport, including two career defining championship reigns, one in LAW and a 496 day reign here in SRW.
Spazz: Longest reigning active champ on the books.
Koss: I believe that this will be a very emotional night for us, but for now, the show goes on!
Jenny Beck: REBEL ROUSERS, HELL RAISERS! PUT YOU FISTS IN THE AIR AND MAKE SOME NOISE!!!! IT'S TIME FOR SAVAGE THURSDAAAAYYYY!!!
Crowd: SRW! SRW! SRW!!
Jenny Beck: WE GOT A SHOW FOR YOU TONIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS!!! JOE KOSS! MIKE SPAZZ! TELL 'EM ALL ABOUT IT!!!
We cut to the table where we find Joe Koss finishing the last of a sandwich and Mike Spazz downing a beer in rapid fashion.
Spazz: SUP BBBBIIIIITTTCCCHHHHEEESSS!!!!
Koss: It's SRW Savage Thursday! What a show we have in store for you!! This also comes with of a bitter sweetness as well. Tonight, in our main event, we have Ursula Von Rossbach taking on Zoey Madigan-Star for the right to face Samantha Tolson at our next PPV Event. The rumor mill has been abuzz with the tale that this is her very last night in SRW.
Spazz: What? Fuck no. She's awesome!
Koss: I asked her personally off camera why she was doing it and her answer was that she feels she's done everything she can in the sport, including two career defining championship reigns, one in LAW and a 496 day reign here in SRW.
Spazz: Longest reigning active champ on the books.
Koss: I believe that this will be a very emotional night for us, but for now, the show goes on!
SEGMENT
The clang of heavy metal on metal is unmistakable as the view of the small gym deep inside the bowels of the Rebel Star Arena is shown. A man stands in the doorway, shown from behind. He's not the tallest guy, not by any means, but he's looking pretty jacked if his arms are any indication. His legs are wrapped in hot pink, black and white zebra-striped Zubaz and there's a backwards ball cap on his head. The clang of weights is heard again and he flinches, taking a small step back from the doorway before a voice booms out from within, full of bass and with a rasp that sounds like there's some sort of permanent damage there.
??: You gonna stand out there and gawk at me with your dick in your hand all day or what?
The guy in the Zubaz bows his head, looking sheepish as he inches over the threshold and now that he's inside and turned slightly, his identity is visible. It's the newly signed Max Ironside, the indy darling with cerebral palsy. He makes a point to hide his bad hand, stuffing it into his pocket as he leans up against the wall, watching the other man as he straightens up and mops his face with a towel. There's a huge stylized sun tattoo in the middle of his back, the words SEARCH & DESTROY bracketing it – he can see that clearly in the mirror on the rear wall and so can we – when the crowd sees it there's a pretty huge pop from those who recognize it. The tattoos covering both arms are unmistakable as well: a mishmash of skulls and snakes and various band logos that probably looked pretty badass once upon a time. Now they're looking pretty faded, dulled in places were scars cut through them. When the towel lowers, it's obvious that we're not going crazy. It really is the legendary Brad Jackson sitting in the middle of this shitty little weight room, covered in sweat.
Max Ironside: Sorry. I didn't wanna intrude-
The legend shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he lifts his arm, giving his pit a sniff before shrugging. He uses the towel to wipe his chest and then tosses it on the floor before reaching for his shirt.
Jackson: It's a free country, kid. I don't own this shit and from the looks of it, nobody's been down here in a while.
Max Ironside: Right. Of course. I just mean… I can't just walk in here and sit down and go to town when you're-
Jackson: Late for a meeting, actually.
He's on his feet, pulling the plain black t-shirt on over his head. Now that's he's standing, it's clear that he's a lot leaner than he used to be but he's still in fantastic shape, considering his age.
Jackson: Walk with me, kid. Lemme give you some advice, alright?
He gestures for Ironside to follow, stepping out into the hall. He's walking fast and the smaller wrestler almost has to jog to keep up.
Jackson: You're never gonna get anywhere if you're always trying to slot yourself into the pecking order like that. You dig? Between these walls, we're all looking for the same thing. Sure, there's different schools… different experience levels and skill sets and whatever else you wanna throw into the mix, but the most basic tenet of the whole thing doesn't change. That might have been the way they wanted to keep you down in whatever Fisher Price shithole you used to work for-
Max Ironside: Alberta Wrestling.
Jackson: Didn't ask. Don't give a shit. Whatever you did on Turd Island stays there, you feel me? And if you're gonna come in here, slinking low and showing the white of your belly before you've even had your first match, I'm liable to tell Mel to just shred your fuckin' contract right now.
He shoots the shorter wrestler a withering glare.
Max Ironside: I didn't mean any disrespect. I mean-
Jackson: There you go again. Stop it, kid. Just stop. Open your damn eyes. Look around this business. There are a thousand copies of that hardass, that badass with the chip, that psychopath who loses his mind the second the bell rings. They're all interchangeable. They're a dime a dozen and this meat grinder will chew them up one by one… they'll all be forgotten this time next year. Thousands of them. Only one of you.
He stops abruptly in front of the closed door to the office of Melinda Rhodes, laughing when Ironside almost collides with him.
Jackson: I'm just sayin', kid… you wanna own that shit a little more, you know?
Max Ironside: No. Right. Of course. I just was trying to be respectful because you're-
??: UNCLE JAX!!!
Both men turn at that unexpected shriek and then Jackson is almost bowled over as a petite and bespectacled redhead plows into him with a very intense tackle hug. Ironside's eyes go wide as he mouths 'Uncle Jax' to himself before realizing who the redhead is.
Jackson: Kasey! Shit… what's it been, two years?
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS: AT LEAST!
Max Ironside: So, uh… thanks for the advice.
He mumbles under his breath, trying to edge out of sight before Kasey sees him. He fails miserably and the redheads nose wrinkles as she looks him over.
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS: The 90's called… Bart Simpson wants his outfit back.
Jackson's hand rests on the doorknob as he looks back and forth between the two.
Jackson: Play nice, kids.
He doesn't wait for them to say anything else, tapping on the door before stepping inside, the camera catching the voice of Rhodes as she calls out.
Rebel: Sounds like traffic was a bitch....
Jackson: You have no idea.
Cut to Ringside.
Spazz: Who's the chick? She's fine as fuck!
Koss: That's Kasey Summer, AKA Summer, Warrior Princess, along with Max Ironside and Brad "Dark Horse" Jackson!
Spazz: I know old Jax. He beat my ass back in 1998 in like my third wrestling match in.
Koss: Well you did call him a jackass in a promo to his face. What'd you think was gonna' happen?
Spazz: I was all nuts and no brains back then dog.
The Bell dings and Brutus and Max lock up! Brutus pushes back only for Max to put him into a standing wrist lock. Brutus manages to twist free before it can be locked on and puts Max into a hammerlock. Max struggles for a moment, only twist and turn out of the hold, slip around and lock Brutus into a rear waistlock. Brutus catches him in a headlock and tries to take him over, but Max hooks one of his legs with the Barrier Reef Beast's own, slipping out of the hold to bring him down with a spinning headlock takedown! Max holds him on the ground for a few seconds before Brutus forces them up with sheer leg strength, then hits a back elbow to the side followed by a snapmare. He then runs for the ropes, snaps off as Max gets to his feet and hits a running big boot, followed by THE BARRIER REEF CLOVERLEAF-NO! Max manages to break free before it can be locked in, sending Brutus stumbling forward as he tucks and rolls to a stand! Brutus spins around with a clothesline, which Max ducks, bounces into the ropes, and hits a springboard back elbow. He promptly follows this up with ONE-ARMED BANDIT, getting a two and a quarter count!
Both men get to their feet, locking up, but only briefly as Brutus hits a few forearm shots and sends Max into the ropes. Max rebounds, leaps at Brutus who ducks, letting him leap frog over as he now heads for the ropes on the opposite side! Both snap off at the same time, Brutus hitting a running DDT and going for a pin, but only getting a two count! Both men on their feet and now the two trade chops back and forth, Max weathering out the storm and even smiling at Brutus oddly, angering the Beast that much more!
He manages to chop Max right off his feet, but Max pops up right back up and Brutus goes for one chop too many. Mr. Ironside catches that arm and brings him right down into THE CRIPPLED CROSSFACE!!! Right there, in the middle of the ring, Brutus had no choice but to tap out!!!!
WINNER: MAX IRONSIDE!!!
Both men get to their feet, locking up, but only briefly as Brutus hits a few forearm shots and sends Max into the ropes. Max rebounds, leaps at Brutus who ducks, letting him leap frog over as he now heads for the ropes on the opposite side! Both snap off at the same time, Brutus hitting a running DDT and going for a pin, but only getting a two count! Both men on their feet and now the two trade chops back and forth, Max weathering out the storm and even smiling at Brutus oddly, angering the Beast that much more!
He manages to chop Max right off his feet, but Max pops up right back up and Brutus goes for one chop too many. Mr. Ironside catches that arm and brings him right down into THE CRIPPLED CROSSFACE!!! Right there, in the middle of the ring, Brutus had no choice but to tap out!!!!
WINNER: MAX IRONSIDE!!!
Koss: Brutus Reef Beast H. put up a hell of a fight, but Ironside maxed out for the win!
Spazz: You didn't just say that...
Koss: Yeah I did. Dad jokes, For The Win!
Spazz: You didn't just say that...
Koss: Yeah I did. Dad jokes, For The Win!
SEGMENT
Backstage at the Rebel Star Arena we are treated to a view of a rather shapely blonde holding up a microphone with a grip that show’s she’s been handling sticks before. She flashes a radiant smile and speaks up in something that could be as much of a valley girl accent than a second or third language English skills.
ChaCha: Ladies and germs, welcome to Southern Rebelline WRASSLIN’ ya’ll it’s your gal ChaCha here backstage with the proverbial biscuits and gravy and your faouvirte brisket flavor C C M Cookies, Cream and Mustard..the boy has it all ya’ll.
The hulking big man standing behind CCM seems confused.
WMD: Bloody hell lass, what the fuck was that?
ChaCha: I’m getting into character. Blending in with the local demographic, they taught us to be adaptable in the Journalism school of Journalism, who knows I might get a job from Fox News or something if this goes south.
CCM sighs, mopping his brow.
CCM: ChaCha... sweetie, I don’t pay you to stand there talking like some reject from the show Redneck Island.
ChaCha: You don’t pay me at all!
CCM: D ain’t free girl. Now let’s get to the questions, shall we?
ChaCha: umm..
WMD: The answer you are looking for is: yes, sweetie.
ChaCha: Yes sweetie.
CCM:..close enough, get on with it.
ChaCha: So CCM, this is your first match here in SRW and you haven’t come here on your own. Why is that? Who’s that with you and..who am I?
CCM: Well, as anyone with a fleeting knowledge of British wrestling history would already know, this is my father Winston Millar-Dyson, a man so tough, he once slammed Big Daddy. True story. I am his son, CCM, a second generation British talent of unmatched smarts and skill, and I am here to smack up some people and get paid. And you...
He looks to the innocently expectant ChaCha and sighs.
CCM: You are my personal interviewer and all-around angel.
She beams to this “high praise”.
ChaCha: So..about this Big Daddy..Don Tirri right?
Both men shake their heads.
CCM: No sweetheart, the other one..BRITISH one. Shirley Crabtree.
ChaCha looks puzzled.
ChaCha: Why was a woman named Big Daddy?
CCM: Next question please. I’ll explain later.this exchange, being the consummate professional she was. ChaCha just giggled and moved on.
ChaCha: Not many of the people watching might not know that you and your opponent Luther Thunder actually have history together from more than just a little while. How do you feel about going up against a friend of yours?
CCM grins.
CCM: Ayy, it’s a pleasure to go against such a decorated wrestler as he. We’ve had our backs and our forths, certainly. I look forward to showcasing what I can do.He may be bigger than me, but between us, I’m smarter than him.
WMD: ..besides, he’s not that big anyway.
Luther: Oh really now?
As Luther walks into shot, ChaCha looks flustered.
ChaCha: CLOSED SET! This is totally unaccepting! Luckily, I am a consummate professional who would never let anything take me off my...
*CLAP*
Esme Thunder, manager of Luther, has walked up behind ChaCha and clapped loudly behind her head, causing our stick-wieding diva to scream and fall to the floor.
ChaCha: OW... I hurted my head bone…
Smirking Luther steps on over, few paces away from CCM.
Luther: Pleasure seeing you here, hope you don’t mind..I mean we happened to be around and heard you having this little pow-wow of yours and figured, we could join in. Make it a fun little get together amongst old friends.
WMD: ..actually…
ChaCha: YEAH! Actually we like totally mind since this was OUR scheduled time on the program and these are some expensive minutes. I spent hours filling up those sheets with important questions and..
She didn’t get a chance to finish as Esme pushed her back, snatching the microphone.
Esme: Move over blowup doll, grown ups are talking.
ChaCha: HEY! Do you even have a degree?! YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK LIKE A JOURNALIST!
Esme: If we wanna talk about degrees, we’ll find out how many degrees I can twist your neck up. Now shut up and look pretty.
She snarls at ChaCha before turning to the three men.
Esme: So boys, you have a big match coming up. CCM, you must be stoked your father is here to watch your debut in person, after he missed all your football games as kid, right?
CCM didn’t get a response when his dad stepped up, pushing his son behind him.
WMD: I paid for that football gear though. I toured the villages, towns and cities providing for his studies, paid for the damn beers and fags he sold off to make his allowances. I might not have been there in person but I was part of his life every bloody step of the way.
With a smirk Luther steps up to the big man his voice was soft as ever.
Luther: ..and what a shining example of fatherhood you were, must be proud of your son and his success. All those years behind the desk, yapping on while others had to do the work, must be a family trait that..making money on the work of everyone else, right?
We see the calm demenaour of WMD turn to something else as he booms at the Dutch Destroyer.
WMD: I could still choke that smirk off your face you punk. I might not be as agile as my boy here but once he twists you up like a pretzel in that ring during his debut. I’ll be at ringside making sure you won’t be crawling away like the snake in a suit you must be..and I do hope you bring that sister of yours along because once you lay in a hospital bed medicated and wishing you had stayed at home..I’ll have more than a handful with her and she’ll finally experience what A REAL MAN is like!
If WMD was angry, Luther’s face was white as a sheet. His eyes were like a pair of coal, while CCM nudged his dad.
Luther: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY SISTER!?!?..
CCM: ..dad, that’s not his sister..that’s his wife.
WMD: Don’t matter, I’m man enough for both of em’
Luther: YOU ARE A DEAD MAN MILLAR!
He goes to jump at the big man but the quicker CCM manages to push his dad back while Esme grabs her husband by the collar and yanked him back before the two opponents come to blows.
CCM: You stay away from my dad, you clog-wearing motherfucker! I’ll break your legs!
Luther: Yeah, you wanna try that right now you limey little shit I’m right here!
While Luther undoes his cufflinks, throws his coat off and Esme has her hands full holding him back CCM snatches ChaCha and heads out.
ChaCha: but..but MY INTERVIEW
CCM: Interview’s over luv. We getting the fuck out.
WMD who had stood there stoicly smiled at Esme gesturing with his fingers..
WMD: ..call me.
Esme: FUCK OFF! BEFORE I LET HIM LOOSE!
The elder statesman of Millar Clan shrugs.
WMD: ..it’s Millar-Dyson by the way..remember it next time you come at my family. Fucking Euro trash..
While he exits we see Luther snarling like a rabid pitbull at the family and Esme pushed him back.
Esme: IN THE RING, not here, not now. Save it for the ring..
She glares at the Millars and then at her husband.
Esme: We’ll fix them..I got a plan.
Cut to Ringside
Spazz: Fuck, remind me not to call that bristly motherfucker a jackass!
Koss: Don't call him a jackass!
Spazz: Writing that shit own!!!
ChaCha: Ladies and germs, welcome to Southern Rebelline WRASSLIN’ ya’ll it’s your gal ChaCha here backstage with the proverbial biscuits and gravy and your faouvirte brisket flavor C C M Cookies, Cream and Mustard..the boy has it all ya’ll.
The hulking big man standing behind CCM seems confused.
WMD: Bloody hell lass, what the fuck was that?
ChaCha: I’m getting into character. Blending in with the local demographic, they taught us to be adaptable in the Journalism school of Journalism, who knows I might get a job from Fox News or something if this goes south.
CCM sighs, mopping his brow.
CCM: ChaCha... sweetie, I don’t pay you to stand there talking like some reject from the show Redneck Island.
ChaCha: You don’t pay me at all!
CCM: D ain’t free girl. Now let’s get to the questions, shall we?
ChaCha: umm..
WMD: The answer you are looking for is: yes, sweetie.
ChaCha: Yes sweetie.
CCM:..close enough, get on with it.
ChaCha: So CCM, this is your first match here in SRW and you haven’t come here on your own. Why is that? Who’s that with you and..who am I?
CCM: Well, as anyone with a fleeting knowledge of British wrestling history would already know, this is my father Winston Millar-Dyson, a man so tough, he once slammed Big Daddy. True story. I am his son, CCM, a second generation British talent of unmatched smarts and skill, and I am here to smack up some people and get paid. And you...
He looks to the innocently expectant ChaCha and sighs.
CCM: You are my personal interviewer and all-around angel.
She beams to this “high praise”.
ChaCha: So..about this Big Daddy..Don Tirri right?
Both men shake their heads.
CCM: No sweetheart, the other one..BRITISH one. Shirley Crabtree.
ChaCha looks puzzled.
ChaCha: Why was a woman named Big Daddy?
CCM: Next question please. I’ll explain later.this exchange, being the consummate professional she was. ChaCha just giggled and moved on.
ChaCha: Not many of the people watching might not know that you and your opponent Luther Thunder actually have history together from more than just a little while. How do you feel about going up against a friend of yours?
CCM grins.
CCM: Ayy, it’s a pleasure to go against such a decorated wrestler as he. We’ve had our backs and our forths, certainly. I look forward to showcasing what I can do.He may be bigger than me, but between us, I’m smarter than him.
WMD: ..besides, he’s not that big anyway.
Luther: Oh really now?
As Luther walks into shot, ChaCha looks flustered.
ChaCha: CLOSED SET! This is totally unaccepting! Luckily, I am a consummate professional who would never let anything take me off my...
*CLAP*
Esme Thunder, manager of Luther, has walked up behind ChaCha and clapped loudly behind her head, causing our stick-wieding diva to scream and fall to the floor.
ChaCha: OW... I hurted my head bone…
Smirking Luther steps on over, few paces away from CCM.
Luther: Pleasure seeing you here, hope you don’t mind..I mean we happened to be around and heard you having this little pow-wow of yours and figured, we could join in. Make it a fun little get together amongst old friends.
WMD: ..actually…
ChaCha: YEAH! Actually we like totally mind since this was OUR scheduled time on the program and these are some expensive minutes. I spent hours filling up those sheets with important questions and..
She didn’t get a chance to finish as Esme pushed her back, snatching the microphone.
Esme: Move over blowup doll, grown ups are talking.
ChaCha: HEY! Do you even have a degree?! YOU DON’T EVEN LOOK LIKE A JOURNALIST!
Esme: If we wanna talk about degrees, we’ll find out how many degrees I can twist your neck up. Now shut up and look pretty.
She snarls at ChaCha before turning to the three men.
Esme: So boys, you have a big match coming up. CCM, you must be stoked your father is here to watch your debut in person, after he missed all your football games as kid, right?
CCM didn’t get a response when his dad stepped up, pushing his son behind him.
WMD: I paid for that football gear though. I toured the villages, towns and cities providing for his studies, paid for the damn beers and fags he sold off to make his allowances. I might not have been there in person but I was part of his life every bloody step of the way.
With a smirk Luther steps up to the big man his voice was soft as ever.
Luther: ..and what a shining example of fatherhood you were, must be proud of your son and his success. All those years behind the desk, yapping on while others had to do the work, must be a family trait that..making money on the work of everyone else, right?
We see the calm demenaour of WMD turn to something else as he booms at the Dutch Destroyer.
WMD: I could still choke that smirk off your face you punk. I might not be as agile as my boy here but once he twists you up like a pretzel in that ring during his debut. I’ll be at ringside making sure you won’t be crawling away like the snake in a suit you must be..and I do hope you bring that sister of yours along because once you lay in a hospital bed medicated and wishing you had stayed at home..I’ll have more than a handful with her and she’ll finally experience what A REAL MAN is like!
If WMD was angry, Luther’s face was white as a sheet. His eyes were like a pair of coal, while CCM nudged his dad.
Luther: WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY SISTER!?!?..
CCM: ..dad, that’s not his sister..that’s his wife.
WMD: Don’t matter, I’m man enough for both of em’
Luther: YOU ARE A DEAD MAN MILLAR!
He goes to jump at the big man but the quicker CCM manages to push his dad back while Esme grabs her husband by the collar and yanked him back before the two opponents come to blows.
CCM: You stay away from my dad, you clog-wearing motherfucker! I’ll break your legs!
Luther: Yeah, you wanna try that right now you limey little shit I’m right here!
While Luther undoes his cufflinks, throws his coat off and Esme has her hands full holding him back CCM snatches ChaCha and heads out.
ChaCha: but..but MY INTERVIEW
CCM: Interview’s over luv. We getting the fuck out.
WMD who had stood there stoicly smiled at Esme gesturing with his fingers..
WMD: ..call me.
Esme: FUCK OFF! BEFORE I LET HIM LOOSE!
The elder statesman of Millar Clan shrugs.
WMD: ..it’s Millar-Dyson by the way..remember it next time you come at my family. Fucking Euro trash..
While he exits we see Luther snarling like a rabid pitbull at the family and Esme pushed him back.
Esme: IN THE RING, not here, not now. Save it for the ring..
She glares at the Millars and then at her husband.
Esme: We’ll fix them..I got a plan.
Cut to Ringside
Spazz: Fuck, remind me not to call that bristly motherfucker a jackass!
Koss: Don't call him a jackass!
Spazz: Writing that shit own!!!
PHEONIX LESTRANGE VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
DING!!!!!!
The bell sounds as the second match of the evening is about to kick off. Phoenix Lestrange taking on Aurora Zambrotta as the fans seem to be very much behind Aurora even before the ball rang. Phoenix looks across the ring at Aurora showing off her fangs and basically biting at the air which seems to not phase Aurora one bit as she slowly makes her way to the middle of the ring. Now with that Phoenix seems hesitant for she seems content on just staying in her corner but Aurora got impatient and actually charged towards Phoenix. But, Phoenix moved out of the way with lightning quick reflexes and Aurora smashed into the corner turnbuckle. Phoenix chop blocked the right leg then got back up and chop blocked the same leg for a second time knocking Aurora down to one knee. The fans chanting for Aurora here and booing Phoenix as Lestrange grabs a hold of Aurora’s hair and RIPS A PRETTY BIG PIECE OF HAIR OFF OF AURORA!!!
The Crowd boos while Phoenix holds the hair up high in the air seeming very proud of herself.
Now an upset Aurora comes back to her feet and again charges towards Phoenix but Phoenix this time legit rolls out of the ring to get away from Aurora. Once again Aurora looks very frustrated while Phoenix Lestrange shows off her fangs again then demands the ref gets Aurora back. Finally Aurora rolls her eyes and goes to the other side of the ring which allows Phoenix to get back into the ring safely. The two have another stare down as Aurora moves to the center of the ring and motions for Phoenix to bring it. Phoenix nods her head and goes running but then stops suddenly and laughs at Aurora. But...Aurora managed to get her hands on Phoenix lifting her up in the air and SLAMMING HER DOWN TO THE MAT! A huge slam by Aurora Zambrotta which has Phoenix holding her back in intense pain. Now Aurora pulls Phoenix to her feet and Aurora goes to left hand Phoenix but NO! Lestrange pulls the ref in front of her and AURORA accidentally DECKS THE REF!!!
The Ref is down for the moment and Aurora is looking down at the ref with one of those oh crap looks!
While Aurora is distracted Phoenix manages to sneak up behind her and drop kicks Aurora in the back which knocks Aurora into the rope's chest first. Now as Aurora bounces backwards due to the collision with the ropes Phoenix reaches in her pants pulling out a pair of BRASS KNUCKLES! She places them on her right hand and as Aurora turns around WHAM!!! Phoenix hits Aurora very hard with that loaded right hand but somehow Aurora is still standing! WHAM!!!! Another right loaded hand from Phoenix and this time Aurora drops to the mat…. Phoenix takes the brass knuckles back off her hand and tossing them outside the ring. She now notices how Aurora is BLEEDING from her forehead a bit and then begins to pretend to bite the neck of Aurora….. The ref is back to his feet now looking rather unhappy and Phoenix realizes he has gotten back to his feet. She tells the ref how Aurora hit him on purpose and how he should DQ Aurora!
The ref actually seems to consider it for a moment then shakes his head no which gets a fangs type of response from Phoenix. Now Aurora is back to her feet!!! A little bit of blood pouring down from her forehead but she looks just plain mad! Aurora turns Phoenix around grabbing a hold of her and not one, not two but THREE POWER BOMBS!!!! Phoenix is down!! Aurora however isn’t going for the pin attempt instead she is bringing Phoenix back to her feet and Phoenix tries to use her right thumb to the left eye of Aurora but NO! Aurora managed to see it coming and avoid it. Now Aurora Irish whips Phoenix into the ropes and she bounces off the other side Sammarinese Wrecking Ball!!!!!!!!
Aurora hit it!!!! Phoenix Lestrange is laid out and now Aurora makes the PIN!!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!
WINNER: AURORA ZAMBROTTA!
The bell sounds as the second match of the evening is about to kick off. Phoenix Lestrange taking on Aurora Zambrotta as the fans seem to be very much behind Aurora even before the ball rang. Phoenix looks across the ring at Aurora showing off her fangs and basically biting at the air which seems to not phase Aurora one bit as she slowly makes her way to the middle of the ring. Now with that Phoenix seems hesitant for she seems content on just staying in her corner but Aurora got impatient and actually charged towards Phoenix. But, Phoenix moved out of the way with lightning quick reflexes and Aurora smashed into the corner turnbuckle. Phoenix chop blocked the right leg then got back up and chop blocked the same leg for a second time knocking Aurora down to one knee. The fans chanting for Aurora here and booing Phoenix as Lestrange grabs a hold of Aurora’s hair and RIPS A PRETTY BIG PIECE OF HAIR OFF OF AURORA!!!
The Crowd boos while Phoenix holds the hair up high in the air seeming very proud of herself.
Now an upset Aurora comes back to her feet and again charges towards Phoenix but Phoenix this time legit rolls out of the ring to get away from Aurora. Once again Aurora looks very frustrated while Phoenix Lestrange shows off her fangs again then demands the ref gets Aurora back. Finally Aurora rolls her eyes and goes to the other side of the ring which allows Phoenix to get back into the ring safely. The two have another stare down as Aurora moves to the center of the ring and motions for Phoenix to bring it. Phoenix nods her head and goes running but then stops suddenly and laughs at Aurora. But...Aurora managed to get her hands on Phoenix lifting her up in the air and SLAMMING HER DOWN TO THE MAT! A huge slam by Aurora Zambrotta which has Phoenix holding her back in intense pain. Now Aurora pulls Phoenix to her feet and Aurora goes to left hand Phoenix but NO! Lestrange pulls the ref in front of her and AURORA accidentally DECKS THE REF!!!
The Ref is down for the moment and Aurora is looking down at the ref with one of those oh crap looks!
While Aurora is distracted Phoenix manages to sneak up behind her and drop kicks Aurora in the back which knocks Aurora into the rope's chest first. Now as Aurora bounces backwards due to the collision with the ropes Phoenix reaches in her pants pulling out a pair of BRASS KNUCKLES! She places them on her right hand and as Aurora turns around WHAM!!! Phoenix hits Aurora very hard with that loaded right hand but somehow Aurora is still standing! WHAM!!!! Another right loaded hand from Phoenix and this time Aurora drops to the mat…. Phoenix takes the brass knuckles back off her hand and tossing them outside the ring. She now notices how Aurora is BLEEDING from her forehead a bit and then begins to pretend to bite the neck of Aurora….. The ref is back to his feet now looking rather unhappy and Phoenix realizes he has gotten back to his feet. She tells the ref how Aurora hit him on purpose and how he should DQ Aurora!
The ref actually seems to consider it for a moment then shakes his head no which gets a fangs type of response from Phoenix. Now Aurora is back to her feet!!! A little bit of blood pouring down from her forehead but she looks just plain mad! Aurora turns Phoenix around grabbing a hold of her and not one, not two but THREE POWER BOMBS!!!! Phoenix is down!! Aurora however isn’t going for the pin attempt instead she is bringing Phoenix back to her feet and Phoenix tries to use her right thumb to the left eye of Aurora but NO! Aurora managed to see it coming and avoid it. Now Aurora Irish whips Phoenix into the ropes and she bounces off the other side Sammarinese Wrecking Ball!!!!!!!!
Aurora hit it!!!! Phoenix Lestrange is laid out and now Aurora makes the PIN!!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!!
WINNER: AURORA ZAMBROTTA!
Spazz: THAT'S HOW A WRECKING BALL DO MOTHERFUCKER!!!
Koss: Phoenix and Aurora had one hell of a fight! It definitely could've gone either way, but in the end, the pixie powerhouse proved too strong for LeStrange!
Koss: Phoenix and Aurora had one hell of a fight! It definitely could've gone either way, but in the end, the pixie powerhouse proved too strong for LeStrange!
SEGMENT
The sound of an old episode of The Simpsons can be heard as a cameraman walks into the locker room of new signee Salley Mast, a vixen with her legs crossed and her arms spanned on the head of the couch. It's almost like she has nothing better to do soon.
"Sugar, do-do doot-do do do, ooooh honey honey do-do doot-do do do."
Salley Mast: "This is what's gonna happen tonight, right here."
Mast points at the candy and ice cream that Homer Simpson is dancing with melts away and Homer awakens from a daze.
Salley Mast: "That's exactly what's going to become of Candy Land as a whole, let alone it's queen. When the sun shines bright, candy melts. And trust me when I say I'm brighter than any sun, and hotter to boot. All you need to do is wake up from whatever daze you're in like Homer just did..."
"I got that for my birthday!"
Salley Mast: "Shush!"
Salley grabs the remote and pauses the old Simpsons episode before continuing.
Salley Mast: "...now I've lost my train of thought. Honestly, I'm just gonna go out there and whip some ass. Savannah's or my own, I don't know which."
To the point is Mast, as she walks off, dooting the sugary tune we were greeted with. Cut to Ringside.
Spazz: She's not all there is she?
Koss: She has a match against the Queen of Candy Land, Summer Sunshine later tonight and I'd say her goal is to be the proverbial blowtorch to her cinnamon buns.
Spazz: You're off your game ain't you, lunchbox?
Koss: Maybe....
"Sugar, do-do doot-do do do, ooooh honey honey do-do doot-do do do."
Salley Mast: "This is what's gonna happen tonight, right here."
Mast points at the candy and ice cream that Homer Simpson is dancing with melts away and Homer awakens from a daze.
Salley Mast: "That's exactly what's going to become of Candy Land as a whole, let alone it's queen. When the sun shines bright, candy melts. And trust me when I say I'm brighter than any sun, and hotter to boot. All you need to do is wake up from whatever daze you're in like Homer just did..."
"I got that for my birthday!"
Salley Mast: "Shush!"
Salley grabs the remote and pauses the old Simpsons episode before continuing.
Salley Mast: "...now I've lost my train of thought. Honestly, I'm just gonna go out there and whip some ass. Savannah's or my own, I don't know which."
To the point is Mast, as she walks off, dooting the sugary tune we were greeted with. Cut to Ringside.
Spazz: She's not all there is she?
Koss: She has a match against the Queen of Candy Land, Summer Sunshine later tonight and I'd say her goal is to be the proverbial blowtorch to her cinnamon buns.
Spazz: You're off your game ain't you, lunchbox?
Koss: Maybe....
CCM VS LUTHER THUNDER
The referee calls for the bell and the match starts. CCM ducks down a little bit, and as Luther goes to lock up, he starts kicking out at the big man’s legs, trying to chop him down and keep his distance. Luther quickly gets annoyed with the little man swiping at him and powers through trying to grab him. CCM slides down, trying to tackle out his leg, but Thunder holds firm, before clubbing blows into his back. CCM tries to slither back away, but eats a thrust kick right in the mush. Luther grabs him, picking him up and slamming him hard to the mat, and the Brit scrambles out of the ring to his dad to regroup.
Thunder is having none of this, going out after CCM, who proceeds to hide behind his father. Luther shoves the big veteran out of the way, but gets caught with a dropkick that staggers him a bit. He swings at CCM, who ducks and dives back in the ring, and when Luther follows he drops an elbow over the back of his head, before grabbing his leg and repeatedly stomping it into the mat.
The match carried on in a similar fashion for a couple minutes, with Luther trying to hurt the little evasive shit, but CCM staying quick and swiping at his legs, trying to cause some lingering damage. A while later, he gets Luther down, attempting to lock in a heel hook, but Luther kicks him away with his free leg. CCM goes to reapply, but finds a hand around his throat as Luther stands up, choking the British cruiserweight. The referee counts, but on 3 Luther hoists CCM up, dropping him with a vicious Urinage. Once again, Millar tries to crawl away, but Luther hoists him from the floor, and starts hitting a trifecta of gutwrench suplexes. He covers, getting a two count, as Esme shouts encouragement from ringside and WMD looks very concerned for his son.
Luther tries to pull CCM up between his legs, possibly looking for his Crucifix Powerbomb, but the smaller man is still fighting to stay alive. Meanwhile, at ringside, WMD has pulled something from his pocket, and walked a way from his corner. Getting Esme’s attention, the big man throws the object in question at her, which she instinctively catches, looking down to see a pair of brass knuckles now in her possession. Before she can react, WMD barks at the referee, who turns seeing Luther’s valet holding a pair of brass knuckles. He yells at her, assuming she;s trying to hand them to Luther, and instantly ejects her from ringside!
With Esme getting thrown out, Luther is beside himself, and starts remonstrating with the official as Esme makes her way reluctantly to the back. Spying an opportunity, CCM runs in behind the big Dutchman and wipes out his right knee with a vicious chop block, and as he hits the deck, quickly transitions into a knee bar. As the official goes down, checking for the submission, CCM reaches his arms back, and WMD yanks back his son’s arms, causing the leverage on Luther’s legs to increase exponentially! With the added force, Luther is forced to tap, and CCM quickly gets off, scurrying to ringside to celebrate with his father!
While the victorious pair head to the back celebrating; in the ring Luther gets up gingerly, clearly watching the right leg and knee as he again yells at the official, saying “the little shit cheated” and CCM and his father get out of dodge as Luther shoves the referee aside, yelling at the Millars that “This is not over!”
WINNER: CCM!!!
Thunder is having none of this, going out after CCM, who proceeds to hide behind his father. Luther shoves the big veteran out of the way, but gets caught with a dropkick that staggers him a bit. He swings at CCM, who ducks and dives back in the ring, and when Luther follows he drops an elbow over the back of his head, before grabbing his leg and repeatedly stomping it into the mat.
The match carried on in a similar fashion for a couple minutes, with Luther trying to hurt the little evasive shit, but CCM staying quick and swiping at his legs, trying to cause some lingering damage. A while later, he gets Luther down, attempting to lock in a heel hook, but Luther kicks him away with his free leg. CCM goes to reapply, but finds a hand around his throat as Luther stands up, choking the British cruiserweight. The referee counts, but on 3 Luther hoists CCM up, dropping him with a vicious Urinage. Once again, Millar tries to crawl away, but Luther hoists him from the floor, and starts hitting a trifecta of gutwrench suplexes. He covers, getting a two count, as Esme shouts encouragement from ringside and WMD looks very concerned for his son.
Luther tries to pull CCM up between his legs, possibly looking for his Crucifix Powerbomb, but the smaller man is still fighting to stay alive. Meanwhile, at ringside, WMD has pulled something from his pocket, and walked a way from his corner. Getting Esme’s attention, the big man throws the object in question at her, which she instinctively catches, looking down to see a pair of brass knuckles now in her possession. Before she can react, WMD barks at the referee, who turns seeing Luther’s valet holding a pair of brass knuckles. He yells at her, assuming she;s trying to hand them to Luther, and instantly ejects her from ringside!
With Esme getting thrown out, Luther is beside himself, and starts remonstrating with the official as Esme makes her way reluctantly to the back. Spying an opportunity, CCM runs in behind the big Dutchman and wipes out his right knee with a vicious chop block, and as he hits the deck, quickly transitions into a knee bar. As the official goes down, checking for the submission, CCM reaches his arms back, and WMD yanks back his son’s arms, causing the leverage on Luther’s legs to increase exponentially! With the added force, Luther is forced to tap, and CCM quickly gets off, scurrying to ringside to celebrate with his father!
While the victorious pair head to the back celebrating; in the ring Luther gets up gingerly, clearly watching the right leg and knee as he again yells at the official, saying “the little shit cheated” and CCM and his father get out of dodge as Luther shoves the referee aside, yelling at the Millars that “This is not over!”
WINNER: CCM!!!
Koss: His feet were on the ropes!!
Spazz: How many times I gotta' tell you, Lunchbox. Ref didn't see it? Homeboy didn't do it. Wrestling 1-O-Fucking-1 yo!
Spazz: How many times I gotta' tell you, Lunchbox. Ref didn't see it? Homeboy didn't do it. Wrestling 1-O-Fucking-1 yo!
SEGMENT
A couch in a room, as has become the usual set up for Katie Montes recently. She's already in her gear, but once again not even looking at the camera. There's a sullen look on her face.
Katie Montes: I wonder what's next for me here. I've lost both title matches I've been in, and the one I might have won was dissolved. I don't know what my future holds... I feel a bit lost, if I'm telling the truth.
Montes crosses her legs, cupping her knee into her now-folded hands.
Katie Montes: Maybe this tag match will do something to get me motivated to challenge for something else, yeah? I don't really know.
Katie's lips puff out a little as her fingers start rubbing against one another. She's a lot more nervous now than when we began. Montes has seemingly lost focus.
Katie Montes: I wish Zoey had agreed to chasing the tag titles with me, I feel awkward having to do this without her... River Chance is nice and muscly and all, but... it's just not gonna be the same. Rose and Cherry may have the same issue, and that's probably the advantage... but I don't really know.
Montes shrugs before getting up off the couch and kind of moseying away. Cut to Ringside.
Katie Montes: I wonder what's next for me here. I've lost both title matches I've been in, and the one I might have won was dissolved. I don't know what my future holds... I feel a bit lost, if I'm telling the truth.
Montes crosses her legs, cupping her knee into her now-folded hands.
Katie Montes: Maybe this tag match will do something to get me motivated to challenge for something else, yeah? I don't really know.
Katie's lips puff out a little as her fingers start rubbing against one another. She's a lot more nervous now than when we began. Montes has seemingly lost focus.
Katie Montes: I wish Zoey had agreed to chasing the tag titles with me, I feel awkward having to do this without her... River Chance is nice and muscly and all, but... it's just not gonna be the same. Rose and Cherry may have the same issue, and that's probably the advantage... but I don't really know.
Montes shrugs before getting up off the couch and kind of moseying away. Cut to Ringside.
Koss: Well it is a strange bedfellows tag match. Nobody's comfortable with anyone in the ring.
Spazz: I know why they call it Strange Bedfellows, but what the fuck.... I hear that and I think I'm gonna' be doing some weirdos in Victorian Bondage Gear or some shit!
Spazz: I know why they call it Strange Bedfellows, but what the fuck.... I hear that and I think I'm gonna' be doing some weirdos in Victorian Bondage Gear or some shit!
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE VS SALLY MAST
DING!!!!
As the bell rings both Sunshine and Mast meet in the center of the ring and Salley is mouthing off to Savannah pretty badly. This would go on for a good three minutes until Sunshine told her to stop talking and let’s fight! Salley Mast had other ideas as she first nodded her head but then SMACK! Mast smacked Savannah right across her face which knocks Sunshine off balance a little bit but she holds her ground now glaring at Salley who mouths off to Savannah even more getting right up in Sunshines face. Savannah shoves Mast back then goes for a running closeline which she nails and knocks Salley off her feet! Mast looks stunned as she sits up and has a very unpleasant look across her face. Sunshine notices Mast getting back to her feet and leaps to the top rope then off of it attempting a moonsault but Salley caught her and drops her with a modified form of a TOMBSTONE!!! Salley smiles as she thinks she has it won right there and now!
PIN ONE!!!!!!!TWO!!!!!!! THR!!!! NO!!!! NO!!! SAVANNAH GOT HER LEFT SHOULDER UP!
Now Salley begins bad mouthing the ref which is giving Sunshine time to use the ring ropes and pull herself back to her feet. Sunshine is now to her feet and with Salley just turning her attention towards her opponent SAVANNAH hits a jumping high knee which drills Mast and it also drops her to the mat. The fans began to cheer loudly for Savannah Sunshine as she quickly drops a lightning fast like leg drop across the throat of Mast then begins dropping several fast elbow drops to the chest area of Salley! After all of that Sunshine stomps on the ground waiting for Mast to get back to her feet and slowly Salley does get back to her feet which was when Sunshine went for BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!!! NO!!! Salley Mast ducked it!!! Sunshine turns around but is met by Mast with a right thumb to the left eye of Savannah and a DOUBLE ARM DDT!!!! Salley smiles an evil smile as she now PINS SUNSHINE!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!! NO!!! NO!!!! NO!!!
Somehow…..Someway Savannah Sunshine found it within herself to get her left shoulder up and the fans pop loud at the sight of this.
Salley Mast looks just downright furious as she grabs a handful of Sunshines hair and forces her back to her feet. Now Mast irish whips Savannah into a nearby corner turnbuckle and WHAM!!! She drills Sunshine with a closeline while Savannah's back was against the corner turnbuckle. Now Mast is getting cocky again as she yells things at the hurt Sunshine then slaps her across her face once more during this match and Sunshine has fallen to the mat. Mast shakes her head saying something around the lines of “OH we are not done yet..” She then once again brings Savannah to her feet going for a spinning right hand but no! Sunshine ducked under it and as Salley turned around GOODNIGHT MOON-NO!!! SALLY DUCKS IT AND HITS A SUPERKICK, FALLING ACROSS SAVANNAH FOR THE PIN!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!
WINNER: SALLY MAST!
As the bell rings both Sunshine and Mast meet in the center of the ring and Salley is mouthing off to Savannah pretty badly. This would go on for a good three minutes until Sunshine told her to stop talking and let’s fight! Salley Mast had other ideas as she first nodded her head but then SMACK! Mast smacked Savannah right across her face which knocks Sunshine off balance a little bit but she holds her ground now glaring at Salley who mouths off to Savannah even more getting right up in Sunshines face. Savannah shoves Mast back then goes for a running closeline which she nails and knocks Salley off her feet! Mast looks stunned as she sits up and has a very unpleasant look across her face. Sunshine notices Mast getting back to her feet and leaps to the top rope then off of it attempting a moonsault but Salley caught her and drops her with a modified form of a TOMBSTONE!!! Salley smiles as she thinks she has it won right there and now!
PIN ONE!!!!!!!TWO!!!!!!! THR!!!! NO!!!! NO!!! SAVANNAH GOT HER LEFT SHOULDER UP!
Now Salley begins bad mouthing the ref which is giving Sunshine time to use the ring ropes and pull herself back to her feet. Sunshine is now to her feet and with Salley just turning her attention towards her opponent SAVANNAH hits a jumping high knee which drills Mast and it also drops her to the mat. The fans began to cheer loudly for Savannah Sunshine as she quickly drops a lightning fast like leg drop across the throat of Mast then begins dropping several fast elbow drops to the chest area of Salley! After all of that Sunshine stomps on the ground waiting for Mast to get back to her feet and slowly Salley does get back to her feet which was when Sunshine went for BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!!! NO!!! Salley Mast ducked it!!! Sunshine turns around but is met by Mast with a right thumb to the left eye of Savannah and a DOUBLE ARM DDT!!!! Salley smiles an evil smile as she now PINS SUNSHINE!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!!!! THREE!!! NO!!! NO!!!! NO!!!
Somehow…..Someway Savannah Sunshine found it within herself to get her left shoulder up and the fans pop loud at the sight of this.
Salley Mast looks just downright furious as she grabs a handful of Sunshines hair and forces her back to her feet. Now Mast irish whips Savannah into a nearby corner turnbuckle and WHAM!!! She drills Sunshine with a closeline while Savannah's back was against the corner turnbuckle. Now Mast is getting cocky again as she yells things at the hurt Sunshine then slaps her across her face once more during this match and Sunshine has fallen to the mat. Mast shakes her head saying something around the lines of “OH we are not done yet..” She then once again brings Savannah to her feet going for a spinning right hand but no! Sunshine ducked under it and as Salley turned around GOODNIGHT MOON-NO!!! SALLY DUCKS IT AND HITS A SUPERKICK, FALLING ACROSS SAVANNAH FOR THE PIN!!!
ONE!!!!! TWO!!!! THREE!!!!
WINNER: SALLY MAST!
Koss: Sally Mast picking up a surprise win outta' nowhere!
Spazz: Superkick city dawg! Old move, but still flashy AF and gets the job done!
Spazz: Superkick city dawg! Old move, but still flashy AF and gets the job done!
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG MATCH
ROSE & CHERRY DEVILLE VS RIVER CHANCE & KATIE MONTES
DING!!!!
The match began with Rose and River Chance started out the match the two hard hitters from both teams and boy did they go at it. River seemed to have the upper hand for a little bit with some serious lefts and rights having knocked Rose off balance multiple times. However Rose managed to get a head butt in right between the eyes of River which knocked her off balance and this allowed Rose to drop River with a spine buster! Rose would then tag in Cherry DeVille who waved to the fans and smiled before helping bring River Chance to her feet and hitting multiple elbows to the side of the face of one River Chance. Cherry DeVille who got a big reaction from the fans went for a spinning forearm but River ducked it and then as Cherry seemed a bit unsure of what just went down River Chance grabs her from behind and GERMAN SUPLEXES her to the mat!!! But, River Chance was not done she held on bringing Cherry back to her feet three more times all for more German Suplexes! Three in total.
River Chance then made the tag to Katie Montes who rushed into the ring making a quick pin!
ONE!!!! TWO!!! NO!!!! Cherry DeVille kicked out at TWO!
Katie thinking she had the win for her team sort of looked a little stunned but did get back to her feet and now bringing Cherry back to her feet but DeVille NAILS A QUICK JAW BREAKER!!! Katie drops to the mat holding her jaw in some pain as DeVille crawled slowly over to the corner tagging back in Rose! Now Rose went over just looking down at Katie who was getting back to her feet rather slowly. Rose went for a big closeline but Katie ducked it and hit a very nice standing drop kick to the face of Rose knocking Rose down to one knee. Now with Rose down to one knee Katie managed while still favoring her jaw to tag back in River! Chance now enters back into the ring as Rose gets back to her feet. Both began brawling yet again and nether were giving an inch with fists a flying but this time it was Rose who got the better of it and it’s Chance who is off balance. With River off balance Rose backed up and then drilled Chance with a running shoulder block knocking Chance back into her corner which caused Katie to reach down.
Katie Montes slaps the right shoulder of the somewhat downed Chance and tagged herself back into the match.
Katie went running at Rose trying to hit a leaping closeline but Rose ducked under it and Katie landed flat on the mat. Cherry on the outside winking at a few fans then noticed this and began clapping for her tag partner as Rose brought Katie back to her feet tossing her into the nearby turnbuckle and RUNNING SPLASH!!!! KATIE LOOKED OUT OF IT AFTER THIS!!! Rose now backs off as Katie manages to just the corner turnbuckle to keep her self from falling over but that was about all she could do as Rose tags in Cherry who gets another pop from the fans. Katie tried to attack Cherry with a running right but due to the damage she had gotten from the jawbreaker earlier and the big splash she missed badly. Cherry DeVille waits for Katie to turn towards her and she shoves her back into the ropes then as Katie Montes comes back towards DeVille CHERRY BOMB!!! THE PIN ATTEMPT IS MADE!!!!
River slips through the ropes, narrowly avoiding a clothesline from Rose and breaking up the pin attempt in explosive fashion, booting Cherry right off of her! Her and Rose then brawl for a moment, only for River to hit a big Belly to Back Suplex, sending her flying over the ropes! She then gathers Katie up and drags her to her corner, slips back through the ropes, and tags herself back in! Cherry gets to her feet, ducking a running lariat from River. She checks her with a fast snap savate kick, then scoops River up and deposits her in the middle of the ring with THE CHERRY BOMB AND PIN!!! Katie slips through the ropes to break it up but ends up grappled by Rose, stopping her just long enough for ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!!!
WINNER: ROSE & CHERRY DEVILLE!
The match began with Rose and River Chance started out the match the two hard hitters from both teams and boy did they go at it. River seemed to have the upper hand for a little bit with some serious lefts and rights having knocked Rose off balance multiple times. However Rose managed to get a head butt in right between the eyes of River which knocked her off balance and this allowed Rose to drop River with a spine buster! Rose would then tag in Cherry DeVille who waved to the fans and smiled before helping bring River Chance to her feet and hitting multiple elbows to the side of the face of one River Chance. Cherry DeVille who got a big reaction from the fans went for a spinning forearm but River ducked it and then as Cherry seemed a bit unsure of what just went down River Chance grabs her from behind and GERMAN SUPLEXES her to the mat!!! But, River Chance was not done she held on bringing Cherry back to her feet three more times all for more German Suplexes! Three in total.
River Chance then made the tag to Katie Montes who rushed into the ring making a quick pin!
ONE!!!! TWO!!! NO!!!! Cherry DeVille kicked out at TWO!
Katie thinking she had the win for her team sort of looked a little stunned but did get back to her feet and now bringing Cherry back to her feet but DeVille NAILS A QUICK JAW BREAKER!!! Katie drops to the mat holding her jaw in some pain as DeVille crawled slowly over to the corner tagging back in Rose! Now Rose went over just looking down at Katie who was getting back to her feet rather slowly. Rose went for a big closeline but Katie ducked it and hit a very nice standing drop kick to the face of Rose knocking Rose down to one knee. Now with Rose down to one knee Katie managed while still favoring her jaw to tag back in River! Chance now enters back into the ring as Rose gets back to her feet. Both began brawling yet again and nether were giving an inch with fists a flying but this time it was Rose who got the better of it and it’s Chance who is off balance. With River off balance Rose backed up and then drilled Chance with a running shoulder block knocking Chance back into her corner which caused Katie to reach down.
Katie Montes slaps the right shoulder of the somewhat downed Chance and tagged herself back into the match.
Katie went running at Rose trying to hit a leaping closeline but Rose ducked under it and Katie landed flat on the mat. Cherry on the outside winking at a few fans then noticed this and began clapping for her tag partner as Rose brought Katie back to her feet tossing her into the nearby turnbuckle and RUNNING SPLASH!!!! KATIE LOOKED OUT OF IT AFTER THIS!!! Rose now backs off as Katie manages to just the corner turnbuckle to keep her self from falling over but that was about all she could do as Rose tags in Cherry who gets another pop from the fans. Katie tried to attack Cherry with a running right but due to the damage she had gotten from the jawbreaker earlier and the big splash she missed badly. Cherry DeVille waits for Katie to turn towards her and she shoves her back into the ropes then as Katie Montes comes back towards DeVille CHERRY BOMB!!! THE PIN ATTEMPT IS MADE!!!!
River slips through the ropes, narrowly avoiding a clothesline from Rose and breaking up the pin attempt in explosive fashion, booting Cherry right off of her! Her and Rose then brawl for a moment, only for River to hit a big Belly to Back Suplex, sending her flying over the ropes! She then gathers Katie up and drags her to her corner, slips back through the ropes, and tags herself back in! Cherry gets to her feet, ducking a running lariat from River. She checks her with a fast snap savate kick, then scoops River up and deposits her in the middle of the ring with THE CHERRY BOMB AND PIN!!! Katie slips through the ropes to break it up but ends up grappled by Rose, stopping her just long enough for ONE….. TWO….. THREE!!!!!
WINNER: ROSE & CHERRY DEVILLE!
Koss: Cherry Deville looked dominant here today! Two Cherry Bombs back to back and Rose with the save!
Spazz: Everybody beat fuck outta' each other in this match!
Koss: Indeed!
Spazz: Everybody beat fuck outta' each other in this match!
Koss: Indeed!
SEGMENT
The camera opens in a backstage room where Alex “Bullet” Carbajal, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: This Tursday, I take on me own Shieldmaiden sister in “Venom” Dona Rotten. She bar a nomad an’ we bae ready tae show th’ world tha Maidens dinna bae takin’ it easy on aech otter!
Bullet, Bandit and Banshee all nod their agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Damn right! Ale and Sam did not take it easy on each other when they had to rumble for the inaugural Phoenix Championship in Mile High in a ladder match and neither did you or Sam wen you went for the inaugural Hardcore Championship there.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae th’ God’s truth o’ th’ matter!
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Done, I bae ready tae defend this belt against ye, Lass. We walk tae tha ring an’ we tear aech otter apart until only oen o’ us kin bae th’ one at th’ top!
She holds up the SRW Hardcore Championship.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I am th’ Hardcore Champion. I was th’ first haer, an’ th’ first in Mile High. I am champion agin an’ I’ll nay bae lettin’ get away from me without a fight!
She lowers the champion and motions at the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae bringin’ it tae me, Venom, yeah?
Bullet and Bandit both nod their agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: House of Dix…
Bandit nods pointedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They’ve been impressive lately. Tracy Dixon’s a beast.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Wendy House esta loca.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: This Tursday, I take on me own Shieldmaiden sister in “Venom” Dona Rotten. She bar a nomad an’ we bae ready tae show th’ world tha Maidens dinna bae takin’ it easy on aech otter!
Bullet, Bandit and Banshee all nod their agreement.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Damn right! Ale and Sam did not take it easy on each other when they had to rumble for the inaugural Phoenix Championship in Mile High in a ladder match and neither did you or Sam wen you went for the inaugural Hardcore Championship there.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Tha bae th’ God’s truth o’ th’ matter!
Psycho nods.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Done, I bae ready tae defend this belt against ye, Lass. We walk tae tha ring an’ we tear aech otter apart until only oen o’ us kin bae th’ one at th’ top!
She holds up the SRW Hardcore Championship.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I am th’ Hardcore Champion. I was th’ first haer, an’ th’ first in Mile High. I am champion agin an’ I’ll nay bae lettin’ get away from me without a fight!
She lowers the champion and motions at the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye bae bringin’ it tae me, Venom, yeah?
Bullet and Bandit both nod their agreement.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: House of Dix…
Bandit nods pointedly.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: They’ve been impressive lately. Tracy Dixon’s a beast.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And Wendy House esta loca.
Bandit, Banshee and Psycho all nod in unison.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: You cost us the Southern Star Cross Tag Team Championships.
Bullet nods grimly.
Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: And we look to avenge that.
Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Damn right we are.
Aoife "Banshee" Maguire: Hell bae empty…
ALL: And the Maidens are here!
Cut to Ringside.
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS DONA ROTTEN
The bell sounds and the two Shieldmaidens walk up to each other and smile almost creepily. They nod and lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Dona powers Psycho back to the corner and clocks her hard across the chest. Psycho starts to double over and Dona pushes her back up and clocks her again. Psycho tries to cover up as Dona goes for another shot. Psycho erats it and falls between the ropes, tumbling out to the apron. Dona jumps out to the floor and pulls Psycho down with her. Dona goes to run Psycho into the post and Psycho blocks, grabbing the post with both hands. She gives Dona a spinkick to the stomach and then runs Dona into the post. Dona stumbles to the side and tumbles to her knees by the edge of the ring. Dona grabs a mini screwdriver from under the ring and gets Psycho in the shoulder with it. Psycho brushes it aside even as a slight trickle of blood starts from the impact sight. Dona bounces Psycho off the post and then dumps her back into the ring. Dona checks and wipes away the blood on her face as she starts looking for weapons under the ring. Psycho starts to get up, blood running down her face now as well. Dona pulls out a chair and then a spool of barbed wire. As Dona goes to put the weapons on the edge of the ring, Psycho comes running in for a baseball slide that connects with the chair and smashes it into Dona’s face. Dona goes down hard and Psycho slides out to the floor. She jumps on Dona and hooks a leg on the concrete.
Dona kicks out.
Psycho looks under the ring and pulls out a table as the crowd roars its approval. Dona gives her a low blow, grabs the barbed wire and unrolls a short length to wrap around psycho’s head and then a second time so that it goes in her mouth. Psycho flails around and drills Dona in the mouth with an elbow shot that makes blood fly from Dona’s mouth. Dona loses her grip and the wire goes slack. Psycho rolls away unwinding the wire from her head and face even as the blood flows from her wounds. Dona jumps on Psycho and cracks her back with an elbow strike before covering.
Psycho kicks out.
Dona rolls off and sets up the table. Finding lighter fluid to squeeze onto the table. After dousing it, she finds a lighter and gets set to make the crowd happy. Psycho finds some bolt cutters, cuts herself a length of wire and folds it into a makeshift cat-o-nine tails. She stands up and starts whipping Dona across the back. Dona staggers away, lighting the table as she dives back into the ring to get away from the flogging. Psycho dives in after her and continues to whip away. Dona turns, catches the wire with her hand and pulls Psycho in looking for the Punk-Plex. Psycho locks it and spins into the Gealtachta. Dona falls over by the ropes and Psycho hits a second one that sends Dona over the top rope, crashing down through the flaming table. Psycho jumps up onto the ropes as Dona lies in the smoking rubble on the floor. Psycho jumps into a flying elbow on the floor, landing it perfectly on Dona, holding for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
Dona kicks out.
Psycho looks under the ring and pulls out a table as the crowd roars its approval. Dona gives her a low blow, grabs the barbed wire and unrolls a short length to wrap around psycho’s head and then a second time so that it goes in her mouth. Psycho flails around and drills Dona in the mouth with an elbow shot that makes blood fly from Dona’s mouth. Dona loses her grip and the wire goes slack. Psycho rolls away unwinding the wire from her head and face even as the blood flows from her wounds. Dona jumps on Psycho and cracks her back with an elbow strike before covering.
Psycho kicks out.
Dona rolls off and sets up the table. Finding lighter fluid to squeeze onto the table. After dousing it, she finds a lighter and gets set to make the crowd happy. Psycho finds some bolt cutters, cuts herself a length of wire and folds it into a makeshift cat-o-nine tails. She stands up and starts whipping Dona across the back. Dona staggers away, lighting the table as she dives back into the ring to get away from the flogging. Psycho dives in after her and continues to whip away. Dona turns, catches the wire with her hand and pulls Psycho in looking for the Punk-Plex. Psycho locks it and spins into the Gealtachta. Dona falls over by the ropes and Psycho hits a second one that sends Dona over the top rope, crashing down through the flaming table. Psycho jumps up onto the ropes as Dona lies in the smoking rubble on the floor. Psycho jumps into a flying elbow on the floor, landing it perfectly on Dona, holding for the cover.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!
Spazz: Psycho fucked her up with that flaming Table, son!
Koss: Indeed. It was one hell of a first title defense!
Koss: Indeed. It was one hell of a first title defense!
JENNIFER WILLIAMS VS MARIA SALVATORE
Maria wastes no time paint brushing Jennifer at the very beginning of the match, knuckling her over with strikes, kicks, and knees. A forearm from Jennifer stops her in her tracks, followed by a steep German Suplex pin! Maria kicks out at two! Both explode apart and now it's Jennifer on the offensive driving Maria into a corner where she climbs to the second rope and starts knuckling Maria over with corner punches! Suddenly Maria's manager, Maleek, hits the ropes with his hands hard enough to cause Jennifer to lose her footing, falling square on her rear! As the referee admonishes him over the ropes, Maria pulls out a knuckle duster and cracks Jennifer with it, tossing the weapon aside while no one's looking. Maleek backs off, letting the ref do his job as the crowd boo's murder at them. 1-2-3! Elementary!
WINNER, MARIA SALVATORE!!!!
Spazz: MAFIA STYLE!
Koss: This is going to come back to haunt her! Mark my words!SEGMENT
Dixon: right.
WINNER, MARIA SALVATORE!!!!
Spazz: MAFIA STYLE!
Koss: This is going to come back to haunt her! Mark my words!
We head backstage where the House of Dix are sitting by, having a chinwag. Following her flaming table related-incident a couple weeks back, Dixon has a few bandages adorning various parts of her anatomy, looking like she’s transforming into a mummy.
Dixon: So Wendy... I was watching the tape back of our match last show for the titles.
House: uh-huh. Any good?
Dixon: You know, where I crashed through a stack of tables... ON FIRE.
House: Uh-huh.
Dixon: YOU SET THE TABLES ON FIRE, HOUSE!!!
House: ...Uh-huh.
Dixon: And AFTER that, when the ring crew tried to put out the flames, the fire extinguisher at ringside was empty!
House: ....
Dixon: YOU EMPTIED IT, HOUSE!!!
House: it wasn’t me.
Dixon: I SAW IT! FROM THE GODDAMN VIDEOTAPE, YOU TRIED TURNING ME INTO A BBQ!
House: Did not.
Dixon: HOW DARE YOU DENY THAT SHIT WENDY!? YOU ARE ON TAPE!?
House: Tapes can be doctored you know..it’s the season of conspiracies, that was fake news!
Dixon: ..do, not. Go there with me Wends, I have no patience for it right now.
House: Want me to fetch you some cream for those burns..I’ll spread it to places you can’t reach, there’s plenty since yous kinda chubby.
Dixon: It’s been two weeks, why would you offer to help now?!
House: ..because, me’s been thinking of the best way to help?
Dixon: for two..WEEKS?!
House: Me’s a House of vewy little bwain.
Dixon: I should kill you.
House: but yous won’t
Dixon: Why not?
House: We fwiends and I love you?
Dixon: …
House: and me got yous a teddy bear!
She offers up a stuffed teddy with a heart on it’s paws saying “get well soon”
House: See, if you kill House now it would be very rude.
Her partner stands there and takes the teddy, confused.
Dixon: ..well...shit, I guess if I wanted to kill you, I should have done it weeks ago. Could have gotten away with it with a sanity defense.
House: Sure. Totes worked for me’s in the past.
Leaving Dixon no time to dwell on that “”huh?” she carries on.
House: Look, me’s did set da tables on fire. But da plan was one of the other bitches to go thwough. Me’s...
She looks sad for a second, sniffling a little.
House: Me’s thought you’s was too fat to be thwown thwough... me’s sowwy…
Tracy seems even more confused.
Dixon: Not sure if you are saying I lost wait or insulted me..this is awkward. Son of a biscuits House! Can we just agree no more setting me on fire and move on to this upcoming match. Because if I get more confused I might end up hurting you and traumatizing this innocent Teddybear.
House: NO! NOT THE TEDDY! I named him Sir Tablesmash.
Dixon: uh-huh?
House: To commemorate you..smashing through those tables.
Dixon: right.
House: ..while being on fire.
Dixon: Yup.
House: ..because you are a girl on fire, Tracy.
Dixon: ..
House: you know when you went through those tables.
Dixon: I REMEMBER, I WAS THERE!
House: ..and on fire
Dixon: YES!
House: Me’s was SO jealous...
Dixon: ......WAIT, WHAT? WHY?!
House: DAT SHIT’S GONNA BE ON HIGHLIGHT WEELS FOR YEARS AN’ YEARS! YOU’S GONNA GET INDY BOOKINGS FOR LIFE! HOUSE WANTS INDY BOOKINGS FOR LIFE!!!
Tracy looks at the Teddy hoping Sir Tablesmash could make sense of it all.
Dixon: but I’m not a hardcore wrestler.
House: You sure?
Dixon: after what I went through? Positive.
House: tables, you went through tables Tracy.
Dixon: yes, I am aware.
House: ..they were on fire.
Dixon: YES!
House: because you were on fire too.
Dixon: WHICH WAS YOUR FAULT!
House: Yous welcome.
Dixon: I DIDN’T THANK YOU!
Wendy shrugs.
House: Maybe you should?
Tracy puts the teddy down.
Dixon: Listen to me, House. I AM NOT FUCKING THANKING YOU FOR SETTING THOSE TABLES ON FIRE THAT I GOT PUT THROUGH!
House: But it was SO COOL...
Dixon: It was not cool! It was VERY HOT!!!
House: You’s an ingwate. Me’s will see you in da wing, Dixon.
She gets up.
House: Why can’t me’s find a fwiend who gets me into montages....
She skulks off, looking sad.
Tracy looks at House then at the Teddy, picking him up.
Dixon: You can be her friend if you want Sir Tablesmash..I know she’s kinda weird and all,but once you get used to her, she’s kinda okay..if you know any of those bernstein bears or winnie the pooh..give em’ a call let’s see if we can get her in some bear montages.
They follow along to where the skulkiest of all Houses went.
HOUSE OF DIX VS SMC RIOT GROUP
The bell sounds and Dixon steps out to meet Bullet in the center of the ring. As they get close enough to nod to each other, House runs over and taps Bandit on the head. House turns and runs over behind Bullet and dropkicks her into Dixon. Dixon catches Bullet and spins into a belly to belly suplex that lands the Shieldmaidens President hard on her back. Bandit runs across the ring and House dives under the bottom rope to the floor. Bandit slides out after her and gives chase as House runs circles around the ring. Dixon holds after the suplex for the cover on Bullet.
Bullet kicks out.
House continues running as fast as she can go with Bandit gaining on her with every stride, running right by the Maidens’ manager, Banshee. Just before Bandit catches up, House dives into the ring, rolls over to a corner and slides right back out to the floor. Bandit chases her as she goes and House dives under the ring. Bandit comes around the other side and pauses, crossing her arms and shaking her head in disgust. Dixon looks down from the ring and grins, laughing at the sights she’s beheld between her partner and Bandit. Bullet staggers to her knees behind Dixon and rolls her up for a cover attempt.
Dixon kicks out.
House looks out from under the ring, grins and rolls all the way out into the aisle. She stands up and waves playfully at Bandit on the other side of the ring. Bandit shakes her head and takes off running around the ring. House hops up and down twice before diving into the ring to avoid Bandit. Bullet and Dixon get to their feet and House runs by, tapping Bullet on the head as she goes by. House dives for the mat and rolls out to the floor. Bandit comes running into the ring and Dixon clotheslines both Maidens to the mat while House stands on the floor watching… and laughing.
Bullet and Bandit roll out to the floor and stagger to their feet, neither one looking happy. House jumps up and down and then dives back into the ring, running over and high fiving Dixon. Bullet and Bandit dive into the ring and charge at the two in the middle of the ring. House drops out of the way and Bullet nails Dixon in the back of the head with a forearm smash, Bandit connecting with a dropkick to the front simultaneously. Dixon wobbles as the Maidens back up, rebound off the ropes and connect a second time. Dixon collapses and almost lands on House on the mat. House rolls to the left and into the waiting arms of Bullet. House tries to get away but Bandit comes over and the Maidens throw House bodily over the top rope. She plummets down to the floor, landing on the cold concrete below. Bandit nods, runs across the ring and then dives out over the top onto House just as she starts to get back up. The two bounce off the barricade and roll over. House reaches over and grabs a cane from an elderly woman in the front row. Bullet rolls out to the floor and grabs a steel chair. Bullets and House both swing their weapons simultaneously and the referee calls for the bell. Dixon gets up, shoves him out of the way and comes to the floor. Bandit gets to her feet and catches a set of brass knuckles tossed to her by Banshee. All four women wade into the assault as security rushes down to try and pull them apart. Dixon cracks one hapless officer while Bandit cracks another in the mouth. House hits one with the cane, Bullet hits another with the chair. A second wave of security runs to the other side while the women are still fighting, even Banshee getting in a few licks. The second wave comes up behind them and the crowd explodes as the five women, House, Bullet, Dixon, Bandit and Banshee are all overwhelmed and tackled.
BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!!
Bullet kicks out.
House continues running as fast as she can go with Bandit gaining on her with every stride, running right by the Maidens’ manager, Banshee. Just before Bandit catches up, House dives into the ring, rolls over to a corner and slides right back out to the floor. Bandit chases her as she goes and House dives under the ring. Bandit comes around the other side and pauses, crossing her arms and shaking her head in disgust. Dixon looks down from the ring and grins, laughing at the sights she’s beheld between her partner and Bandit. Bullet staggers to her knees behind Dixon and rolls her up for a cover attempt.
Dixon kicks out.
House looks out from under the ring, grins and rolls all the way out into the aisle. She stands up and waves playfully at Bandit on the other side of the ring. Bandit shakes her head and takes off running around the ring. House hops up and down twice before diving into the ring to avoid Bandit. Bullet and Dixon get to their feet and House runs by, tapping Bullet on the head as she goes by. House dives for the mat and rolls out to the floor. Bandit comes running into the ring and Dixon clotheslines both Maidens to the mat while House stands on the floor watching… and laughing.
Bullet and Bandit roll out to the floor and stagger to their feet, neither one looking happy. House jumps up and down and then dives back into the ring, running over and high fiving Dixon. Bullet and Bandit dive into the ring and charge at the two in the middle of the ring. House drops out of the way and Bullet nails Dixon in the back of the head with a forearm smash, Bandit connecting with a dropkick to the front simultaneously. Dixon wobbles as the Maidens back up, rebound off the ropes and connect a second time. Dixon collapses and almost lands on House on the mat. House rolls to the left and into the waiting arms of Bullet. House tries to get away but Bandit comes over and the Maidens throw House bodily over the top rope. She plummets down to the floor, landing on the cold concrete below. Bandit nods, runs across the ring and then dives out over the top onto House just as she starts to get back up. The two bounce off the barricade and roll over. House reaches over and grabs a cane from an elderly woman in the front row. Bullet rolls out to the floor and grabs a steel chair. Bullets and House both swing their weapons simultaneously and the referee calls for the bell. Dixon gets up, shoves him out of the way and comes to the floor. Bandit gets to her feet and catches a set of brass knuckles tossed to her by Banshee. All four women wade into the assault as security rushes down to try and pull them apart. Dixon cracks one hapless officer while Bandit cracks another in the mouth. House hits one with the cane, Bullet hits another with the chair. A second wave of security runs to the other side while the women are still fighting, even Banshee getting in a few licks. The second wave comes up behind them and the crowd explodes as the five women, House, Bullet, Dixon, Bandit and Banshee are all overwhelmed and tackled.
BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!! BULLLL-SHIT!!!
NO CONTEST DRAW!!!
Koss: The fans were not happy about that!
Spazz: I'd have let 'em fight and drag the bodies out when they were all spent!
Spazz: I'd have let 'em fight and drag the bodies out when they were all spent!
SEGMENT
The cameras bring us backstage to a shot of Kate Steele. She is all smirks as she has the Conquest Championship draped across a shoulder. She can’t help but smile as she glances directly into the lens of the camera.
Kate: Long behold it looks like I get to compete on a live event and I am going up against a woman that I am very familiar with. A woman who I have wrestled a good 6 times now across many different companies. I am not going to lie Bianca Leblanc has gotten the better of me a lot of times but tonight is going to be different because now this is going to be on the line.
Kate smirks as she holds her Conquest Championship high into the air. She cracks a wide grin as she continues to smirk.
Kate: I have been a champion for a very long time Bianca. I know you have it in your head that just because you were champion at one point that you are just going to waltz right back into MY division and take this championship that I have worked so hard to win but let me explain something to you.
Kate nods her head as she hits her championship passionately.
Kate: I have ran my mouth to no end and because of it I was forced to be in the ring with Ursula. She might have destroyed me but I still was able to get back up, and at the end of the night she respected me.
Kate grins as she speaks some more.
Kate: I had went to war with Lyra and we practically beat the living shit out of one another. A lot was said but at the end of the day she had come to respect me.
Kate licks her lips as she speaks some more.
Kate: And of course one cannot forget how iw as able to beat River Chance. Bianca wants to talk all of this shit how such an uggo has a title and she plans to save it like her mentor did long ago. I just have something very honest to say. Since when does the way a person looks physically have to do with anything?!
Kate smirks.
Kate: It holds no wait for anything or what one can do inside of the wrestling ring. Bianca can only talk up superficial nonsense but she can be the pretty one. She can have whatever she feels is the best. I grew up being the daughter of an owner of a company. I was a rich girl and my daddy got me everything I could have ever imagined. I had everything but it never truly gave me the one thing that I needed more than anything, and that was having my parents there. Bianca seems to think that in the grand scheme of things all of these superficial things matter but they won’t give her the true happiness she is looking for. It damn sure won’t give her my Conquest Champion. Not now and certainly not ever.
Kate takes a deep breath as she continues to speak.
Kate: As soon as the bell rings you are going to be in for a huge wake up call. One in which I will hurt you in ways you couldn’t even imagine. I will see you soon…
Kate: Long behold it looks like I get to compete on a live event and I am going up against a woman that I am very familiar with. A woman who I have wrestled a good 6 times now across many different companies. I am not going to lie Bianca Leblanc has gotten the better of me a lot of times but tonight is going to be different because now this is going to be on the line.
Kate smirks as she holds her Conquest Championship high into the air. She cracks a wide grin as she continues to smirk.
Kate: I have been a champion for a very long time Bianca. I know you have it in your head that just because you were champion at one point that you are just going to waltz right back into MY division and take this championship that I have worked so hard to win but let me explain something to you.
Kate nods her head as she hits her championship passionately.
Kate: I have ran my mouth to no end and because of it I was forced to be in the ring with Ursula. She might have destroyed me but I still was able to get back up, and at the end of the night she respected me.
Kate grins as she speaks some more.
Kate: I had went to war with Lyra and we practically beat the living shit out of one another. A lot was said but at the end of the day she had come to respect me.
Kate licks her lips as she speaks some more.
Kate: And of course one cannot forget how iw as able to beat River Chance. Bianca wants to talk all of this shit how such an uggo has a title and she plans to save it like her mentor did long ago. I just have something very honest to say. Since when does the way a person looks physically have to do with anything?!
Kate smirks.
Kate: It holds no wait for anything or what one can do inside of the wrestling ring. Bianca can only talk up superficial nonsense but she can be the pretty one. She can have whatever she feels is the best. I grew up being the daughter of an owner of a company. I was a rich girl and my daddy got me everything I could have ever imagined. I had everything but it never truly gave me the one thing that I needed more than anything, and that was having my parents there. Bianca seems to think that in the grand scheme of things all of these superficial things matter but they won’t give her the true happiness she is looking for. It damn sure won’t give her my Conquest Champion. Not now and certainly not ever.
Kate takes a deep breath as she continues to speak.
Kate: As soon as the bell rings you are going to be in for a huge wake up call. One in which I will hurt you in ways you couldn’t even imagine. I will see you soon…
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS BIANCA DAVIS
Bianca Davis immediately lunges at Kate Steel the second she rolls into the ring, blindsiding her and catching her with a running knee lift and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell!
*DING~DING~DING!!*
Bianca has Kate on the mat, and Kate repeatedly cries out in agony as Bianca lays in with stomps before locking in a rear chinlock while also kneeling on Kate's hair. The referee luckily spots this, and he begins his count. Bianca dials in the hold for as long as she possibly can and then achieves a huge boo from the fans as she relinquishes the hold and then spins around with her arms held out in a shrug, acting innocent. While Bianca has busied herself being obnoxious, Kate lined her up and Bianca fell like a stone as Kate nailed her directly in the back of the head with a textbook pele kick and then in one smooth motion, took her down with a floatover DDT for the cover
ONE
TWO
Bianca kicks out right on two. Kate takes an arm and moves in to drag Bianca to her feet, yet Bianca gets a sneaky eye rake in, compounding it with a super fast and aggressive rendition of her hair pull backbreaker. The crowd boos again as Bianca covers her with her forearms being held across Kate's throat. The referee stops and then counts to four on Bianca before she once more achieves the ire of the SRW fans by acting innocent. The boos grow louder as Bianca stands right on on Kate's head behind her as she pretends to argue with the ref. Kate's legs flail wildly, the ref sees what Bianca is doing and starts to count. Bianca rolls her eyes and gets off Kate's head before dragging her to her feet. Boot to the gut and Kate is doubled over - CROWNE~ no! The crowd is suddenly elated as Kate catches it and swings Bianca around, hauling her up on her shoulders!
PUNK DR~ huh??
The fans nearly seem set to riot as Bianca suddenly rolls a can of hairspray down her sleeve and blasts Kate full in the face! Kate let out an agonized shriek and drops Bianca before collapsing to the mat, desperately trying to get the burning substance out of her eyes! The referee saw it and called for the instant disqualification!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION BY DQ, KATE STEELE!!!
Spazz: Fuckin' Hair Spray!!
Koss: I'm not sure if that was hair spray or rubbing alcohol in that thin spray tube!
Spazz: Either way, you don't want that shit in your eyes! They's dancing again, you watch and see!
Koss: No doubt!
*DING~DING~DING!!*
Bianca has Kate on the mat, and Kate repeatedly cries out in agony as Bianca lays in with stomps before locking in a rear chinlock while also kneeling on Kate's hair. The referee luckily spots this, and he begins his count. Bianca dials in the hold for as long as she possibly can and then achieves a huge boo from the fans as she relinquishes the hold and then spins around with her arms held out in a shrug, acting innocent. While Bianca has busied herself being obnoxious, Kate lined her up and Bianca fell like a stone as Kate nailed her directly in the back of the head with a textbook pele kick and then in one smooth motion, took her down with a floatover DDT for the cover
ONE
TWO
Bianca kicks out right on two. Kate takes an arm and moves in to drag Bianca to her feet, yet Bianca gets a sneaky eye rake in, compounding it with a super fast and aggressive rendition of her hair pull backbreaker. The crowd boos again as Bianca covers her with her forearms being held across Kate's throat. The referee stops and then counts to four on Bianca before she once more achieves the ire of the SRW fans by acting innocent. The boos grow louder as Bianca stands right on on Kate's head behind her as she pretends to argue with the ref. Kate's legs flail wildly, the ref sees what Bianca is doing and starts to count. Bianca rolls her eyes and gets off Kate's head before dragging her to her feet. Boot to the gut and Kate is doubled over - CROWNE~ no! The crowd is suddenly elated as Kate catches it and swings Bianca around, hauling her up on her shoulders!
PUNK DR~ huh??
The fans nearly seem set to riot as Bianca suddenly rolls a can of hairspray down her sleeve and blasts Kate full in the face! Kate let out an agonized shriek and drops Bianca before collapsing to the mat, desperately trying to get the burning substance out of her eyes! The referee saw it and called for the instant disqualification!
WINNER & STILL CHAMPION BY DQ, KATE STEELE!!!
Spazz: Fuckin' Hair Spray!!
Koss: I'm not sure if that was hair spray or rubbing alcohol in that thin spray tube!
Spazz: Either way, you don't want that shit in your eyes! They's dancing again, you watch and see!
Koss: No doubt!
SEGMENT
The room was dark, no light source beyond that which was granted by the full moon high in the glittering, star-filled sky. The silhouette of the window frame cast a grid-line shadow across a large, blue carpeted floor. She too was but a silhouette to the camera studying her from across the room. She turned to face the window, hands clasped behind her back as she surveyed the night sky. Closer we move in until we stand alongside her to reveal her chiseled face, black hair framing one side of it neatly while the viewers at home were allowed to admire the shaven half of her scalp. She’s attired in a black tank top and pants, keeping things rather simple for this pre-recorded affair. There was no mistaking the intimidating presence of Ursula Von Rossbach.
UVR: When I first laid eyes upon Zoey Star, I did not think much of her. She seemed like another pretty little model breaking into professional wrestling. I made an assumption based upon her looks and felt there was nothing she could do to me.
Her head slowly lowered, looking away from those glittering stars and the tree line of the small patch of forest behind her home. She closed her eyes as that night replays itself in her mind, how she had raised her in the air for the big finish, but somehow, Zoey flipped forward and out of her grasp, down between her legs, and rolled her into a pinning predicament so quickly that she was unable to recover. In that instant, The Cosmic Champion was no more. She remembered that moment and how she lost control of herself, unloading on Zoey Star after the match.
Ursula brings one hand up, clenched tightly over her heart as her breathing visibly quickens. Her fists quivers as she fights those feelings once more from overloading her senses. Did she ever truly get over it?
UVR: At Galactic Wrestling, Battle Beyond the Stars, I paid for my arrogance, but learned nothing from the lesson as I would attempt to reclaim my prize from her at the rebranded Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s first pay per view event, Star Crash. The title had changed, my history removed along with that change…. What was, no longer counted as my title was replaced by the Queen of the South championship.
Was that a tear rolling down her cheek? If not for that one solitary streak of moisture, one would not have even an inkling of how deeply this had affected her.
UVR: In our first encounter, you were all tricks and traps, using every smoke and mirror you had at your disposal to bamboozle me into defeat. The second was more decisive. With blood in my eyes, blood you rendered from me with the aid of a sharp steel step, I found myself at a disadvantage and against an opponent such as yourself, that was more than enough for you to capitalize and win.
Her head lifted up slowly, eyes opened and staring directly ahead now.
UVR: I had no more chances, but Melinda Rhodes saw fit to grant me a consolation prize, the Ascendant Championship and Lyra Donovan was a worthy foe to rest it from. For a time, that was satisfactory enough as I saw a fair number of worthy adversaries, but the truth of the matter? I was never truly satisfied and in my final battle as the Ascendant Champion, my heart was not in that fight.
Ursula’s jaw grew tight with tension.
UVR: This does not take away from the current Ascendant champion’s gain, however, as even half-hearted, I am far more dangerous than anyone else Halo has ever faced. Her victory was still a worthwhile accomplishment and I hope she shall carry on as a worthy successor, as Zoey Star had done with the Queen of The South of the Championship when it landed in the care of her talented hands.
First her eyes found the camera to her left, then her head turned as if on a swivel. She faced the camera fully as her entire body follows. Her expression was serious and tense, the mask she always wore. Slowly that mask erodes to show just a hint of the pain in her heart.
UVR: Zoey Star, I speak to you not as a threatening pseudo-Terminator, but as the woman beneath the mask. I had hoped that you would hold it a little longer, my dear, and that your legendary reign would continue just long enough for me to earn the right to face you for that title one final time.
She looked down at her upturned palm, rubbing her thumb across it. The discomfort is visible and for once in her life, Ursula Von Rossbach appeared almost vulnerable in a way. There was a small chuckle as she caught on to those feelings surfacing.
UVR: Damn you, Mrs. Star, for making me feel. I have had few long standing rivalries in my career as a professional fighter and athlete. Fewer still that ever earned my respect and admiration as you have.
Her head lifted and a small smile was gifted to the camera lens. It’s surprisingly warm, filled with genuine empathy. In an instant, it vanishes as the metaphorical mask of stone returns. She stares back at the world with such incredible intensity that even the surface of the sun would be hard pressed to challenge the burning depths of those dark eyes.
UVR: Do not mistake this display of emotion as a sign of weakness on my part. I enter this match with the weight of purpose upon my shoulders. Your exit shall be as a flaming star burning her trail across the sky, remembered for the trail you left along the way to a final, fiery explosive finish. Such should always be the fate of a worthy warrior such as yourself.
She looked back up through that bay window to the moon in the sky above.
UVR: This is the end of an Era, my friend. Thank you for allowing me to partake in your final swan song.
Ursula turned her back to the camera and stepped into the shadows, disappearing.
Cut to ringside.
UVR: When I first laid eyes upon Zoey Star, I did not think much of her. She seemed like another pretty little model breaking into professional wrestling. I made an assumption based upon her looks and felt there was nothing she could do to me.
Her head slowly lowered, looking away from those glittering stars and the tree line of the small patch of forest behind her home. She closed her eyes as that night replays itself in her mind, how she had raised her in the air for the big finish, but somehow, Zoey flipped forward and out of her grasp, down between her legs, and rolled her into a pinning predicament so quickly that she was unable to recover. In that instant, The Cosmic Champion was no more. She remembered that moment and how she lost control of herself, unloading on Zoey Star after the match.
Ursula brings one hand up, clenched tightly over her heart as her breathing visibly quickens. Her fists quivers as she fights those feelings once more from overloading her senses. Did she ever truly get over it?
UVR: At Galactic Wrestling, Battle Beyond the Stars, I paid for my arrogance, but learned nothing from the lesson as I would attempt to reclaim my prize from her at the rebranded Southern Rebellion Wrestling’s first pay per view event, Star Crash. The title had changed, my history removed along with that change…. What was, no longer counted as my title was replaced by the Queen of the South championship.
Was that a tear rolling down her cheek? If not for that one solitary streak of moisture, one would not have even an inkling of how deeply this had affected her.
UVR: In our first encounter, you were all tricks and traps, using every smoke and mirror you had at your disposal to bamboozle me into defeat. The second was more decisive. With blood in my eyes, blood you rendered from me with the aid of a sharp steel step, I found myself at a disadvantage and against an opponent such as yourself, that was more than enough for you to capitalize and win.
Her head lifted up slowly, eyes opened and staring directly ahead now.
UVR: I had no more chances, but Melinda Rhodes saw fit to grant me a consolation prize, the Ascendant Championship and Lyra Donovan was a worthy foe to rest it from. For a time, that was satisfactory enough as I saw a fair number of worthy adversaries, but the truth of the matter? I was never truly satisfied and in my final battle as the Ascendant Champion, my heart was not in that fight.
Ursula’s jaw grew tight with tension.
UVR: This does not take away from the current Ascendant champion’s gain, however, as even half-hearted, I am far more dangerous than anyone else Halo has ever faced. Her victory was still a worthwhile accomplishment and I hope she shall carry on as a worthy successor, as Zoey Star had done with the Queen of The South of the Championship when it landed in the care of her talented hands.
First her eyes found the camera to her left, then her head turned as if on a swivel. She faced the camera fully as her entire body follows. Her expression was serious and tense, the mask she always wore. Slowly that mask erodes to show just a hint of the pain in her heart.
UVR: Zoey Star, I speak to you not as a threatening pseudo-Terminator, but as the woman beneath the mask. I had hoped that you would hold it a little longer, my dear, and that your legendary reign would continue just long enough for me to earn the right to face you for that title one final time.
She looked down at her upturned palm, rubbing her thumb across it. The discomfort is visible and for once in her life, Ursula Von Rossbach appeared almost vulnerable in a way. There was a small chuckle as she caught on to those feelings surfacing.
UVR: Damn you, Mrs. Star, for making me feel. I have had few long standing rivalries in my career as a professional fighter and athlete. Fewer still that ever earned my respect and admiration as you have.
Her head lifted and a small smile was gifted to the camera lens. It’s surprisingly warm, filled with genuine empathy. In an instant, it vanishes as the metaphorical mask of stone returns. She stares back at the world with such incredible intensity that even the surface of the sun would be hard pressed to challenge the burning depths of those dark eyes.
UVR: Do not mistake this display of emotion as a sign of weakness on my part. I enter this match with the weight of purpose upon my shoulders. Your exit shall be as a flaming star burning her trail across the sky, remembered for the trail you left along the way to a final, fiery explosive finish. Such should always be the fate of a worthy warrior such as yourself.
She looked back up through that bay window to the moon in the sky above.
UVR: This is the end of an Era, my friend. Thank you for allowing me to partake in your final swan song.
Ursula turned her back to the camera and stepped into the shadows, disappearing.
Cut to ringside.
Koss: Emotions are running high coming into this main event. Zoey Star denied Ursula twice for the Queen of The South championship.
Spazz: You better Win Zoey! I ain't ready to live a life without the excellence of your ass in the wrestling ring!
Spazz: You better Win Zoey! I ain't ready to live a life without the excellence of your ass in the wrestling ring!
MAIN EVENT
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR
Winner gets No.1 Contendership for The Queen of The South Championship!
Ursula rings her wrists with gloved hands and it's very apparent that she's struggling with something as the Lady Terminator and the Sorceress Supreme. Zoey Star looks at the cheering crowd who know's what's up. They chant...
Crowd: LET'S GO ZOEY! TERMINATE HER! LET'S GO ZOEY! TERMINATE HER! LET'S GO ZOEY.
UVR points to the crowd, never taking her eyes off Zoey. The former champ gives a little smirk. Ursula lowers her arm, tilts her head forward, and motions for her opponent and long time rival to come at her. Zoey sprints across the ring as Ursula strides towards her, side stepping and leaping for the ropes for a long springboard into her foe! Ursula catches her in a tilt-a-whirl but Zoey catches her in a front facelock and DDT's her on the canvas! Ursula pushes up on impact as Zoey back rolls and catches her with a low orbit Enziguri, stopping her on one knee with her head snapped to the side! She follows up with a few shoot kicks to her foe's head and a running knee to flat back UVR!! Zoey doesn't stop, vaulting to the nearest corner and dropping down with THE DELIGHTFUL DERVISH! She gets a two count as Ursula sits up, holding her in her arms and getting straight to her feet! With a running start, Ursula rams her spine first into the top turnbuckle pad, seemingly bouncing back and spins around to blast her straight to the canvas with a devastating Oaklahoma Slam! Ursula holds her down for a two count.
Gathering Zoey up by the throat, she hoists Zoey up for the SAMBO CHOKESLAM-NO! Zoey back flips, catching Ursula's arm and hitting a double knee armbreaker! Ursula rolls away, getting to her feet and taking a sharp kick right in that arm again, followed by several to her knees and a low orbit dropkick to her shin, dropping her to one knee! Zoey backs into the ropes and snaps off at Ursula who suddenly rises up, catches her with one hand to the chest and hurls her to the canvas with pancake spinebuster!!
Zoey star rolls onto her hands and knees with a hand to the small of her back and Ursula with surprising speed, moves in to lock on THE GREAT LOCK! Zoey's stuck in the middle of the ring, but refusing to tap out! Ursula clinches it in and we see sudden sorrow in her eyes as she shouts out, "JUST TAP! TAP! GIVE IN!!! IT'S OVER!!!!"
Zoey screams out, "NOOOOO!!!"
She struggles in the hold and just as it seemed she was going to pass out, Ursula suddenly releases the hold. Rising to her feet, she backs away, staring down at her rival and friend. No one has ever seen Ursula quiver with such raw emotion. She turns her back on Zoey Star, running her fingers through her hair. Zoey rolls to a seat, watching the Lady Terminator having a rare moment of conflict and takes advantage. She moves in, taking out Ursula's legs with a rolling leg sweep, then quickly taking that arm and locking on THE SPELLBOUND!!! Ursula struggles in the submission hold, Zoey seemingly enraged at UVR for this moment of pity.
"THIS COULD HAVE BEEN OVER! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU MONSTER?! CAN'T DESTROY ME?! THERE IS A HEART AFTERALL!!!!" Zoey shouts.
This seems to have an effect on Ursula as all emotion drains from her face. She suddenly rolls over ontop of Zoey, lifting, taking hold of her hand, fighting Star's raw strength with her own. She rises to a stand with Zoey hanging off her arm, Ursula shouts, "IF THAT IS WHAT YOU WISH, SO BE IT!!!"
With eyes wide, Zoey is raised into the air and slammed repeatedly onto the canvas until she releases the hold! With her foe laying there, stunned, Ursula rolls her over and locks on the rear double chickenwing. Deadlifted up into the air, Zoey has only a moment to cry out shaking her head as Ursula squats down, leaps forward, and delivers THE VON TERMINATOR!!! On impact, she makes the cover getting the 1-2-3....
WINNER: URSULA VON ROSSBACH!!!
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach finally conquered Zoey Star in what has got to be one hell of a finale for the former Queen!
Spazz: ......Fuck.... this sucks...
Spazz: ......Fuck.... this sucks...
Ursula rises from Zoey's body, emotionally drained. Her music plays but there is no joy in her eyes, just building moisture. Zoey showing her toughness plants her hands down and pushes herself up onto her knees. The referee helps her to her feet as Ursula moves in behind her. Zoey turns and sees her, unsure of what is coming next. The powerful woman before her seems both filled with sorrow and anger as she looks down at ZMS. Then suddenly... UVR embraces her. After a moment of hesitation, Zoey returns the favor with the fans suddenly chanting.
Crowd: PLEASE DON'T GO! WE LOVE YOU ZOEY! PLEASE DON'T GO!!! WE LOVE YOU ZOEY!!! PLEASE DON'T GO!!!
Ursula pulls back from Zoey and raises her in the arm in the air. Emotions are high as Zoey looks back at the crowd with tear filled eyes. Despite the pain she felt from head to toe and slow forming bruises on her body, she bows gracefully to the growd and mouths, "Farewell my friends...."
Then exits the ring, leaving Ursula behind. It's bittersweet as UVR raises her fist in the air. She looks over her shoulder to find Zoey Star staring back at her one last time before backing up through the curtains and disappearing. Cue Credits as "Live & Let Die" by Guns N' Roses plays....
Koss: Thank you, Zoey Star. May we see you again someday!
Crowd: PLEASE DON'T GO! WE LOVE YOU ZOEY! PLEASE DON'T GO!!! WE LOVE YOU ZOEY!!! PLEASE DON'T GO!!!
Ursula pulls back from Zoey and raises her in the arm in the air. Emotions are high as Zoey looks back at the crowd with tear filled eyes. Despite the pain she felt from head to toe and slow forming bruises on her body, she bows gracefully to the growd and mouths, "Farewell my friends...."
Then exits the ring, leaving Ursula behind. It's bittersweet as UVR raises her fist in the air. She looks over her shoulder to find Zoey Star staring back at her one last time before backing up through the curtains and disappearing. Cue Credits as "Live & Let Die" by Guns N' Roses plays....
Koss: Thank you, Zoey Star. May we see you again someday!
CREDITS
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS ZOEY MADIGAN-STAR
Winner gets No.1 Contendership for The Queen of The South Championship!
MATCH WRITER: RC
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS BIANCA DAVIS
MATCH WRITER: Sara
HOUSE OF DIX VS SMC RIOT GROUP
DRAW
MATCH WRITER: Alex
JENNIFER WILLIAMS VS MARIA SALVATORE
MATCH WRITER: RC
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS DONA ROTTEN
MATCH WRITER: Alex
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG MATCH
ROSE & CHERRY DEVILLE VS RIVER CHANCE & KATIE MONTES
MATCH WRITER: Chris
SAVANNAH SUNSHINE VS SALLY MAST
MATCH WRITER: Chris
CCM VS LUTHER THUNDER
MATCH WRITER: House
PHEONIX LESTRANGE VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
MATCH WRITER: Chris
BRUTUS H. VS MAX IRONSIDE
MATCH WRITER: RC