Post by Melinda Rhodes on Jul 30, 2020 22:07:37 GMT -7
7/30/2020
REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
SEGMENT
MELISSA MAYE VS PHOENIX LESTRANGE
SEGMENT
LUTHER THUNDER VS MAX IRONSIDE
SEGMENT
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
SEGMENT
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
DRAW - DOUBLE KO - NO WINNER!
Koss: THEY'RE OUT COLD!!!REBEL STAR ARENA
BELLTIME - 7PM EST
INTRO
"Toxic" by Lauren Babic hit's the P/A system as a montage of greatest moments of SRW's past and present collide to in perfect harmony to the rhythm and beat. Pyro columns explode on the stage and out steps Jenny Beck dressed to impress in a leather dress, chains, boots, and vibrant red hair!
Jenny Beck: IT'S TIME FOR SSAAAVVVAAAAGGGGEEEE TTTHHHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAAAYYYY!!!
The music plays with the bass extra heavy and thudding as the camera cuts to the commentary table where we find Joe Koss & Mike Spazz as always, ready and willing to go.
Spazz: FUCK YYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!! WE GOT STONE COLD CRAZY MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE CROWD! EVEN CRAZIER MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE BACK! AND TWO INSANE MOTHERFUCKERS AT THIS TABLE HOSTING IT LIVE!!! SPEAK UP LUNCHBOX! IT'S SAVAGE FUCKING THHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAYYYY!!!
Koss: You're in a rare mood tonight!
Spazz: That's 'cause I got me some from this smoking hot chick just an hour ago. Fuckin' rocked my world, dawg!
Koss: Thanks for sharing.
Spazz: YOU'RE WELCOME!!!
Koss: Tonight we have got an amazing card that showcases some of the best talent on the independent wrestling circuit going at it live here in Rome, Georgia! Ursula Von Rossbach faces CCM in a match that could very well be match of the night material, Kate Steele' Conquest Championship is on the line against Aurora Zambrotta, The Southern Cross Tag Titles and Hardcore Title are both on the line, Luther Thunder takes on the incomparable Max Ironside in another potential show-stealer of a match, just so much great talent on one card!
Spazz: The only way it'd be better is if yours truly was wrestling on the card!
Koss: Now now, Spazz-O, let's not put the cart ahead of the horse. Up next, we have Melissa Maye vs Phoenix LeStrange, but first, a word from the Hardcore Champion!
Jenny Beck: IT'S TIME FOR SSAAAVVVAAAAGGGGEEEE TTTHHHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAAAYYYY!!!
The music plays with the bass extra heavy and thudding as the camera cuts to the commentary table where we find Joe Koss & Mike Spazz as always, ready and willing to go.
Spazz: FUCK YYYYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!! WE GOT STONE COLD CRAZY MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE CROWD! EVEN CRAZIER MOTHERFUCKERS IN THE BACK! AND TWO INSANE MOTHERFUCKERS AT THIS TABLE HOSTING IT LIVE!!! SPEAK UP LUNCHBOX! IT'S SAVAGE FUCKING THHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAYYYY!!!
Koss: You're in a rare mood tonight!
Spazz: That's 'cause I got me some from this smoking hot chick just an hour ago. Fuckin' rocked my world, dawg!
Koss: Thanks for sharing.
Spazz: YOU'RE WELCOME!!!
Koss: Tonight we have got an amazing card that showcases some of the best talent on the independent wrestling circuit going at it live here in Rome, Georgia! Ursula Von Rossbach faces CCM in a match that could very well be match of the night material, Kate Steele' Conquest Championship is on the line against Aurora Zambrotta, The Southern Cross Tag Titles and Hardcore Title are both on the line, Luther Thunder takes on the incomparable Max Ironside in another potential show-stealer of a match, just so much great talent on one card!
Spazz: The only way it'd be better is if yours truly was wrestling on the card!
Koss: Now now, Spazz-O, let's not put the cart ahead of the horse. Up next, we have Melissa Maye vs Phoenix LeStrange, but first, a word from the Hardcore Champion!
The camera opens backstage to find “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing in a dimly lit closet, a single yellow bulb swinging above her to show off her black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black Cro-Mags t-shirt, black fingerless tactical gloves and her Shieldmaidens cut. She runs her fingers over her mohawk and nods to the camera.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Christina Zdunich, aye?
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Christina Zdunich, aye?
She nods slowly as if reciting a list in her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Or bae tha Crystal Hilton?
A slight frown comes over her face.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Crystal Zdunich? Christina Lopez?
Confusion reigns.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: How many otter names have ye baen known as, Lass?
Her right hand raises up to stop whatever response might have been on the way.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I tink I can safely ask on behalf o’ everyone, who th’ fuck bae ye fer rael?
Psycho’s head cocks to the right.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye change yer name an’ persona like some people change their fuckin’ clothes tae th’ point tha I dinna tink aevn ye have any idae who th’ fuck ye raelly bae at any given moment!
Her head moves back to its original posture.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Who th’ fuck are ye?
Psycho’s head cocks to the left.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye saem tae try an’ bae everything tae evry one all at th’ same time an succaed at…
She pauses and shakes her head.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye dinna succaed at a damn one o’ dem! Well, ye batter bae pickin’ one an’ stickin’ wit it dis time, lass, because if ye kinna bae findin’ th’ right one, I’m gonna take ye down harder than ye ever baen taken down before!
She reaches down and picks up the Southern Rebellion Wrestling Hardcore Championship Belt, raising up for the world to see.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ne’ermind th’ fuckin’ movie star, ne’ermind th’ fuckin’ pop star, ne’ermind th’ fuckin’ nerd or th’ otter gobshites ye bae tryin’ tae pass yerself off as! If ye bae wanton’ tae take this from me, ye bae naedin’ tae bae tha girl that crawled and scratched and clawed her way outta high school intae tha Mexican school an walked out a fuckin’ champion! Ye bae naedin tae remember tha girl because if ye kinna bae doin’ tha…
She flings the belt over her shoulder.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I’m gonna bae given’ them surgeons in Hollywood some more work!
She nods and starts to walk out of the closet.
"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: My makeovers dinna come easy, Lass… an’ sometimes they last a fuckin’ lifetime!
Cut back to ringside.
Koss: Clearly going after the looks and Crystal Z's past "personas" as it were.
Spazz: I dunno, Lunchbox, this might've lacked a bit of Psycho's usual punch. She can do better, I think.
Cut back to ringside.
Koss: Clearly going after the looks and Crystal Z's past "personas" as it were.
Spazz: I dunno, Lunchbox, this might've lacked a bit of Psycho's usual punch. She can do better, I think.
MELISSA MAYE VS PHOENIX LESTRANGE
Melissa Maye and Phoenix Lestrange lock eyes as the bell has now rang. Phoenix shows off her teeth towards Melissa and even kind of chomping at the air. Melissa does not seem too impressed as she walks to the center of the ring and motions for Phoenix to step to her. The two now both center of the ring exchange a series of chops both landing rather nicely but it’s Melissa who ends up getting Lestrange off balance a bit then she backs up and nails a nicely leaping cross body taking Phoenix off her feet. Melissa quickly gets back to her feet and brings Phoenix back up to hers as well she then picks her up suplexing her back down onto the ring canvas. The fans cheer for Melissa Maye and she even gives them a smile as she waits for Phoenix to get to her feet. Slowly Lestrange does get to her feet and ducks an attempted close line from Melissa then when Maye turns she gets a left thumb to her right eye from Lestrange! Now Phoenix nails Melissa with consecutive knee strikes to the stomach area and TEASE!!! Phoenix Lestranges version of a stunner!!! Now the PIN!
ONE…..TWO….THREE!!!! NO!!!!
Melissa dug down deep and got a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Phoenix meanwhile is upset and now brings Melissa right back to her feet by her hair. Phoenix drives Melissa’s face into the near corner turnbuckle a good five times but Melissa manages to hit a few back elbows to Lestranges stomach causing her to back up. Now Maye is able to turn around and as Phoenix comes charging Maye hits a drop toe hold DRIVING Lestranges head into the middle turnbuckle. Phoenix rolls onto her back now leaning against that second turnbuckle and a off balance Melisa May tries to gather herself as she hears the cheers from the fans. Melissa now at the center of the ring is waiting for Phoenix to get up and slowly Lestrange does get to her feet. YAKUZA KICK TAKES PHOENIX DOWN! Melissa now goes out onto the apron and then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle a little off balance from the battle she has endured but she steadies herself and leaps off! STAGE DIVE!!! NO! NO! Phoenix managed to move out of the way just in time.
Now with Phoenix and Melissa down both breathing deeply the fans began to cheer on Melissa and slowly first Lestrange rises to her feet then Melissa to hers and Maye hits a hard right hand knocking Phoenix back a little then a hard left hand again knocking Lestrange around a bit. Melissa now notices Phoenix is off balance and goes for a leaping close line but NO! Phoenix got her good with a leaping drop kick! Melissa hits the mat hard and now Phoenix quickly grabs a hold of the downed Maye and locks on her Deviant of the Night!!! They are near the center of the ring so Melissa can’t reach any ring ropes for a break. She continues to try to fight through the pain and the ref keeps asking her and she keeps saying no but finally Melissa… TAPS!!!!
WINNER: PHOENIX LESTRANGE!!!!
ONE…..TWO….THREE!!!! NO!!!!
Melissa dug down deep and got a shoulder up just in the nick of time. Phoenix meanwhile is upset and now brings Melissa right back to her feet by her hair. Phoenix drives Melissa’s face into the near corner turnbuckle a good five times but Melissa manages to hit a few back elbows to Lestranges stomach causing her to back up. Now Maye is able to turn around and as Phoenix comes charging Maye hits a drop toe hold DRIVING Lestranges head into the middle turnbuckle. Phoenix rolls onto her back now leaning against that second turnbuckle and a off balance Melisa May tries to gather herself as she hears the cheers from the fans. Melissa now at the center of the ring is waiting for Phoenix to get up and slowly Lestrange does get to her feet. YAKUZA KICK TAKES PHOENIX DOWN! Melissa now goes out onto the apron and then climbs up onto the top turnbuckle a little off balance from the battle she has endured but she steadies herself and leaps off! STAGE DIVE!!! NO! NO! Phoenix managed to move out of the way just in time.
Now with Phoenix and Melissa down both breathing deeply the fans began to cheer on Melissa and slowly first Lestrange rises to her feet then Melissa to hers and Maye hits a hard right hand knocking Phoenix back a little then a hard left hand again knocking Lestrange around a bit. Melissa now notices Phoenix is off balance and goes for a leaping close line but NO! Phoenix got her good with a leaping drop kick! Melissa hits the mat hard and now Phoenix quickly grabs a hold of the downed Maye and locks on her Deviant of the Night!!! They are near the center of the ring so Melissa can’t reach any ring ropes for a break. She continues to try to fight through the pain and the ref keeps asking her and she keeps saying no but finally Melissa… TAPS!!!!
WINNER: PHOENIX LESTRANGE!!!!
Koss: HUGE WIN FOR PHOENIX!!
Spazz: Tap or snap, fats. That's the name of the game and Maye knew that she was gonna' get that shit ripped off and get beaten with the fucking wet end son!!!
Spazz: Tap or snap, fats. That's the name of the game and Maye knew that she was gonna' get that shit ripped off and get beaten with the fucking wet end son!!!
SEGMENT
We find ourselves backstage in the interview area, where the personal interviewer and main squeeze of new SRW star CCM is standing backstage with the man himself.
ChaCha: Sweetie, we’re live.
CCM seems bent out of shape about something.
CCM: Dammit, where is the old man? I knew he was running late, but he’s supposed to be here by now... nevermind. Let’s go.
ChaCha: Lords and Ladies of Georgia! I’m here with your newest superstar and success story in Southern Rebellion Wrestling. The one and only submissionist with the skillset of a surgeon general..C, C, M! Tell the world Sir Submission, how did it feel to beat someone who you have seen so many of your peers call a legend?
CCM: Got to be honest, it did feel great, getting off to a quick start was a great thing to do. I saw and heard the naysayers, talking about how I was gonna get stomped into the ground, but this is a good lesson to you all... it’s not the size of the guy in the fight, but the size of the fight in the guy. Luther’s a big tough bastard, I’ll give him all the credit, but I showed everyone watching that I’m a tough son of a gun myself, and I look forward to fighting for another win tonight against an equally tough opponent.
ChaCha: You truly are a tough son of a biscuit, but is being tough really enough when you have to compete against people bigger and stronger than you. On just your second match you are going up against Ursula Von Rossbach. Some would argue that she isn’t known as the Terminator just because she likes Arnold’s blockbusters..I’m more of a Arnold’s donuts gal myself but do you believe that this match as a challenge is any different and more so, is the result going to be the same?
CCM: I am not an arrogant man, as you know ChaCha. Some like to spew drivel about spoilers and making out like they’re invincible, and then look like a proper pillock when they end up on their arse. I would never say I’ve got this match on lock. I would never disrespect an opponent like that, especially one as battle-ready as Ursula. As you say, you don’t get the nickname Terminator by being an 80s movie fan. And while I may not have any molten lava at my disposal right now, but I’m a firm believer that any limb will break if you bend it enough, be it mere mortal or T-1000. Besides, anyone who played the Terminator game on NES knows Terminators can get their arses kicked by all sorts of shit. That game was hard.
While he’s talking, CCM is constantly looking up and down the corridor, presumably for his old man.
ChaCha: ..for your sake lad, I hope you trained by something more than playing video games. You do have a legend in your corner that being your father Winston Millar-Dyson who some say was instrumental not just in your return to the ring but in your win the ring, how do you feel about that?
His eyes darting about the Yorkshire Terror snaps.
CCM: Of course I didn’t just play video games preparing for this! ..where the bloody hell is that man, I swear to God if he’s late because he’s chatting up some slapper out there I’m gonna retire him to the worst shithole I can find this side of hell and--
Before he gets to finish the sentence a crew member rushes down the hallway to the interview set.
Crew: Mr. Millar sir, I think you need to come with me, somethings went down in the parking lot and..
CCM: DO I LOOK LIKE A BLOODY PARKING ATTENDANT TO YOU SUNSHINE?! I GOT A HELL OF A MATCH COMING UP AND MY BASTARD DAD ISN’T HERE YET SO WHEN HE GETS HERE..
Crew: That’s just the thing sir..it’s your father.
CCM: WHY DIDN’T YOU SAY SO THEN, YOU PILLOCK!
He shoves the crew member aside rushing down the corridor while ChaCha is left standing as the camera follows along. Millar bursts into the parking lot, where a small group of EMTs are tending to WMD, who is laid out with bruises and bumps on the concrete floor.
CCM: MOVE! WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED HERE?
EMT: Sir, we’re trying to do our job.
CCM: DAD! What happened?!
The big man waves his kid closer, CCM grabs his hand as the old man coughs up.
WMD: Nothing major, I’ve had worse beatings than this in Birmingham..just go over and take care of business tonight lad. You got this.
CCM: Who was it?! Tell me who it was and I’ll kill them!
WMD: Didn’t see them, snuck up from behind the bloody chickenshit, but they dropped something..I heard it drop when they ran.there.
He gestures to the ground and CCM jumps over to what looks like a steel bat.
He glares at the EMT’s
CCM: You fix him, you fix him good or I’m coming with that bat and smash the whole lot of you, yeah?!
The shocked EMT’s stand there as CCM grabs the bat and rushes inside.
Koss: A regular who dun it in our midst!
Spazz: It's the fucking one-armed man. Gotta' be!
Koss: Are there any butlers in the house? My money's on that guy!
Spazz: Communism is a red herring!
Koss: Somebody's watched the movie, Clue again....
Koss: A regular who dun it in our midst!
Spazz: It's the fucking one-armed man. Gotta' be!
Koss: Are there any butlers in the house? My money's on that guy!
Spazz: Communism is a red herring!
Koss: Somebody's watched the movie, Clue again....
From the outside looking in, one would think this was an obvious mismatch as the imposing 6'6" Luther Thunder towers over the 5'7" Max Ironside. Max offers a handshake, Luther taking a firm grasp of his hand and smiling, then pulling Max right into a standing bearhug, squeezing with his considerable might. Max flails for a moment in agony until managing a quick ear pop on Luther, making him drop Max, staggering back and cupping his ears in pain. Max rushes for the nearby ropes and springboards into a dropkick to Luther's shoulder, sending him down in a heap! Luther pops back up to his feet, fuming a bit as Max rushes in. The Thunderous one throws lumber, Max ducks it, bolts to the opposite ropes. Luther turns and walks right into a springboard back elbow that knocks him back! Max pops to his feet and Luther goes for a fast grapple only to be taken to the mat with an over the shoulder arm drag that transitions right into a CRIPPLED CROSSFACE!
Luther fights in the hold, trying his best to get out. With his great strength and a free arm, he pulls both himself and Max to the ropes, grabbing them. The referee moves in to break up the hold and Max pops up with a loud WOOP! Then rushes for the ropes once more. Max gets to his feet, Max rebounds with a flying leap but Luther catches him, turns and violently slams him to the canvas with a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER!!!! Luther pops back up to his feet with a wicked grin, stroking his thumb across his chin before dropping with an elbow across Max's chest and going for the pin! 1-2-THR-NOPE! Kickout at two and a half!
Luther sits up, slapping his hand to the canvas three times rapidly at the referee while holding up three fingers. When the referee doesn't even give him no mind, Luther gets up, taking his focus off of Max and the result his him being rolled up into a schoolboy! 1-2-THR-KICKOUT!!!
Thunder pops up out of the kickout with wild eyes, clearly shocked at how fast Max almost won it. He looks back at his foe who is grinning ear to ear, his crooked hand raised at Luther. Luther moves in fast and Max actually locks up with him! Luther quickly over powers him, driving him back into the corner but suddenly Max drops to one side, hooking his legs with a drop toe hold that sends Luther face first into the very corner he was driving Max towards! He pushes up only to get hit with a hard flying body splash that sees him bouncing off on impact, backing up as Luther stumbles forward into SPECIAL NEEDS! He pops up and flat backs on impact while Max rolls to his feet and runs up the turnbuckle pads and dives off with THE ONE ARMED BANDIT, but LUTHER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Max pops up, clutching at his elbow in pain and walks right into a hard boot to the gut and finds himself planted in the center of the ring with THE SWORD OF DAMOCLESE! Luther rolls over him, hooking the leg for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
After the match Max rises up in obvious pain and he and Luther look at one another. This time it's Luther that puts a hand out and Max, looking to the crowd, then to him, takes it as a rare show of sportsmanship is made. No pulling into a bearhug or nefarious activity, just respect between the two competitors.
Spazz: That crippled fuck brought it!
Koss: Indeed! Hard hitting match between Max Ironside and Luther Thunder. It didn't start with respect, but in the end, respect was given and shown! What a genuine moment! What a match!
Luther fights in the hold, trying his best to get out. With his great strength and a free arm, he pulls both himself and Max to the ropes, grabbing them. The referee moves in to break up the hold and Max pops up with a loud WOOP! Then rushes for the ropes once more. Max gets to his feet, Max rebounds with a flying leap but Luther catches him, turns and violently slams him to the canvas with a SPINNING SPINEBUSTER!!!! Luther pops back up to his feet with a wicked grin, stroking his thumb across his chin before dropping with an elbow across Max's chest and going for the pin! 1-2-THR-NOPE! Kickout at two and a half!
Luther sits up, slapping his hand to the canvas three times rapidly at the referee while holding up three fingers. When the referee doesn't even give him no mind, Luther gets up, taking his focus off of Max and the result his him being rolled up into a schoolboy! 1-2-THR-KICKOUT!!!
Thunder pops up out of the kickout with wild eyes, clearly shocked at how fast Max almost won it. He looks back at his foe who is grinning ear to ear, his crooked hand raised at Luther. Luther moves in fast and Max actually locks up with him! Luther quickly over powers him, driving him back into the corner but suddenly Max drops to one side, hooking his legs with a drop toe hold that sends Luther face first into the very corner he was driving Max towards! He pushes up only to get hit with a hard flying body splash that sees him bouncing off on impact, backing up as Luther stumbles forward into SPECIAL NEEDS! He pops up and flat backs on impact while Max rolls to his feet and runs up the turnbuckle pads and dives off with THE ONE ARMED BANDIT, but LUTHER ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Max pops up, clutching at his elbow in pain and walks right into a hard boot to the gut and finds himself planted in the center of the ring with THE SWORD OF DAMOCLESE! Luther rolls over him, hooking the leg for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
After the match Max rises up in obvious pain and he and Luther look at one another. This time it's Luther that puts a hand out and Max, looking to the crowd, then to him, takes it as a rare show of sportsmanship is made. No pulling into a bearhug or nefarious activity, just respect between the two competitors.
Spazz: That crippled fuck brought it!
Koss: Indeed! Hard hitting match between Max Ironside and Luther Thunder. It didn't start with respect, but in the end, respect was given and shown! What a genuine moment! What a match!
SEGMENT
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to a shot of Christina Zdunich. She has her long blue hair wrapped into a tight ponytail. She is wearing her nerdy glasses and is clad in a mega man t shirt along with her mega man inspired tights. She just sighs as she begins to speak.
Christina: Hello to all of my beautiful blossoming roses out there. I am the blossoming rose and tonight is going to be a great night because I am getting a shot at the Hardcore Championship. I have been in this company for a long time and I am going to be honest with you all. I know I have had so much potential and it all seems to have faded away. When this company was first put together I was being looked upon as being a future top champion. I was going to be in the main event and was going to do so many big things in this company but that wasn’t the plan.
Christina: Hello to all of my beautiful blossoming roses out there. I am the blossoming rose and tonight is going to be a great night because I am getting a shot at the Hardcore Championship. I have been in this company for a long time and I am going to be honest with you all. I know I have had so much potential and it all seems to have faded away. When this company was first put together I was being looked upon as being a future top champion. I was going to be in the main event and was going to do so many big things in this company but that wasn’t the plan.
Crystal just sighs as she shakes her head as she looks down at the ground unable to pick her head up.
Christina: I always seemed to struggle and no matter what I have had a hard time picking myself up to keep on going when it mattered the most. My first major feud in this company was with Juliet Black and she really has always gotten the best of me. She is as violent as they come and I just couldn’t overcome the hurdle that is her. I think constantly losing to her just really got to my confidence because I dropped the ball against her, against Sam Ham, and even Ursula.
Christina makes an uneasy expression as she continues to speak.
Christina: It really is hard to pick yourself up when luck really isn’t your thing. I felt like I wanted to step up but just couldn’t find my rhythm. I bounce around a lot finding myself and in reality I haven’t found anything at all. It gets disheartening because I know I am one of the best female wrestlers in the world. I wouldn’t have held 16 World championships and be included in 4 different Hall of fames if I wasn’t… However when it comes to this company I haven’t been the best. It’s honestly hard to look at my wife and her sister be tag team champions. Hell my daughter Brittany and her wife Halo are amazing. All of these people around me have stepped it up but when it comes to me there has always been a struggle.
Christina shakes her head.
Christina: Now my ex husband CCM has come to this company and I have to sit here and eventually watch him rise to new heights?! I can’t deal with that. I need to show everyone that I have the ability to rise to the occasion. I need a major boost and I definitely can do that tonight in my Hardcore Championship match against Maguire. I get to face yet another Irish beast. She is tough competition and Hardcore wrestling really isn’t my specialty. I have competed in so many companies I have won more championships than I could even count but I never really rose to the occasion in Hardcore wrestling.
Christina smiles.
Christina: Tonight however will be different because just like mega man I might have been weak at first, but over time as I fight people I get stronger. I get the power ups and I get the ability to get the strength I need to take on whoever might be in my way. Tonight I feel like I am strong enough and I am in a position where I can beat that Irish beast and finally live up to my potential in this company. I am going to do everything in my power to emerge as the Hardcore Champion.
Christina nods her head as she seems really confident.
Christina: Tonight just like a rose I will rise up. I will not be trampled. If you haven’t cut me by my roots I still have it in me to keep on growing. I will blossom and by the end of the night with everything in me I will be Hardcore Champion… Tonight it all becomes a reality!
With that Christina smiles as she walks away.
Koss: Strong, honest words from Christina Zdunich here.
Spazz: Sounds like she was having a heart to heart with herself.
Koss: She's truly taken a beating in this company but keeps coming back, which says alot about her and this candid moment is such a rarity in this sport. Hopefully that spirit is enough to carry her through her match coming up next!
Koss: Strong, honest words from Christina Zdunich here.
Spazz: Sounds like she was having a heart to heart with herself.
Koss: She's truly taken a beating in this company but keeps coming back, which says alot about her and this candid moment is such a rarity in this sport. Hopefully that spirit is enough to carry her through her match coming up next!
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
The bell sounds and Christina grabs Psycho jumping into a quick rollup.
Psycho kicks out.
Christina catches Psycho for a side headlock and takes her over looking for a pin again to try and avoid the violence. Psycho bashes Christina in the back of the head with a nasty elbow and pulls herself free. Psycho kicks Christina between the shoulder blades and Christina grimaces in pain. Christina falls over onto her side and tries to roll away. Psycho goes for a jumping elbow drop but Christina rolls again to the floor. As Psycho goes to stand up, Christian reaches under the ring and finds a kendo stick. Psycho comes near the ropes and Christina swings the stick like a softball bat, connecting with Psycho in the mouth. Psycho falls back, bleeding from the lips. Christina dives into the ring and swings the kendo stick again, this time in a twelve to six motion across Psycho’s chest. Psycho’s body reacts from the impact and Christina covers her.
Psycho kicks out.
Christina grabs the kendo stick and cracks Psycho across the chest again. Psycho rolls away and Christina cracks Psycho across the back. Psycho grimaces and Christina whacks her again and again and again and again and again and again. Psycho rolls over, blood starting to trickle from several places on her back. Christina drops an elbow and rolls Psycho over for the cover.
Psycho gets a shoulder up.
Christina gets up and goes to the ropes, looking for the Smell the Roses handspring standing moonsault. Psycho rolls out of the way and grabs the kendo stick as she goes. Christina lands stomach and face first on the mat and Psycho starts smacking her across the back with the kendo stick. Christina cries out in pain as Psycho brings the stick down again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Christina reaches out for the ropes, blood coming from all over Christina’s back. Psycho cracks her across the back of the head. Christina’s face bounces off the mat and Psycho goes for the cover.
Christina kicks out.
Psycho grabs the kendo stick and swings it almost like a golf club into the face of Christina, cracking her with an uppercut motion that puts her on her side. Christina climbs up onto her knees and Psycho cracks the stick across Christina’s face, breaking the stick across her mouth. Christina falls onto her back, bleeding all over the place. Psycho jumps on for the cover.
Christina gets a shoulder up.
Psycho grabs the handle of the stick and jams the broken end into Christina’s forehead just above the eye. Christina screams as blood pours from the wound. Christina refuses to submit until Psycho grabs the other broken end and jabs it into Christina’s head just above the other eye. Christina screams even louder but refuses to give up! Psycho yanks it back and Christina blocks the shot, getting to her feet with a back headbutt that catches Psycho off guard! She stumbles forward, bleeding profusely from her forehead she turns with a bit of a sway, narrowly avoiding the Gealtachta Kick! Thinking as fast as she was fading, Christina boots psycho in the gut and hits THE ROCK & ROLL DDT! Psycho pops up on her knees on impact, only to flop over. Christina rolls an arm over her and 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: CHRISTINA ZDUNICH!!!
Psycho kicks out.
Christina catches Psycho for a side headlock and takes her over looking for a pin again to try and avoid the violence. Psycho bashes Christina in the back of the head with a nasty elbow and pulls herself free. Psycho kicks Christina between the shoulder blades and Christina grimaces in pain. Christina falls over onto her side and tries to roll away. Psycho goes for a jumping elbow drop but Christina rolls again to the floor. As Psycho goes to stand up, Christian reaches under the ring and finds a kendo stick. Psycho comes near the ropes and Christina swings the stick like a softball bat, connecting with Psycho in the mouth. Psycho falls back, bleeding from the lips. Christina dives into the ring and swings the kendo stick again, this time in a twelve to six motion across Psycho’s chest. Psycho’s body reacts from the impact and Christina covers her.
Psycho kicks out.
Christina grabs the kendo stick and cracks Psycho across the chest again. Psycho rolls away and Christina cracks Psycho across the back. Psycho grimaces and Christina whacks her again and again and again and again and again and again. Psycho rolls over, blood starting to trickle from several places on her back. Christina drops an elbow and rolls Psycho over for the cover.
Psycho gets a shoulder up.
Christina gets up and goes to the ropes, looking for the Smell the Roses handspring standing moonsault. Psycho rolls out of the way and grabs the kendo stick as she goes. Christina lands stomach and face first on the mat and Psycho starts smacking her across the back with the kendo stick. Christina cries out in pain as Psycho brings the stick down again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. Christina reaches out for the ropes, blood coming from all over Christina’s back. Psycho cracks her across the back of the head. Christina’s face bounces off the mat and Psycho goes for the cover.
Christina kicks out.
Psycho grabs the kendo stick and swings it almost like a golf club into the face of Christina, cracking her with an uppercut motion that puts her on her side. Christina climbs up onto her knees and Psycho cracks the stick across Christina’s face, breaking the stick across her mouth. Christina falls onto her back, bleeding all over the place. Psycho jumps on for the cover.
Christina gets a shoulder up.
Psycho grabs the handle of the stick and jams the broken end into Christina’s forehead just above the eye. Christina screams as blood pours from the wound. Christina refuses to submit until Psycho grabs the other broken end and jabs it into Christina’s head just above the other eye. Christina screams even louder but refuses to give up! Psycho yanks it back and Christina blocks the shot, getting to her feet with a back headbutt that catches Psycho off guard! She stumbles forward, bleeding profusely from her forehead she turns with a bit of a sway, narrowly avoiding the Gealtachta Kick! Thinking as fast as she was fading, Christina boots psycho in the gut and hits THE ROCK & ROLL DDT! Psycho pops up on her knees on impact, only to flop over. Christina rolls an arm over her and 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: CHRISTINA ZDUNICH!!!
Koss: NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!!!
Spazz: Fucking A!! From the jaws of defeat, she took it all!!!
Koss: But can she keep that championship?!
Spazz: We're sure as fuck gonna' find out!
Spazz: Fucking A!! From the jaws of defeat, she took it all!!!
Koss: But can she keep that championship?!
Spazz: We're sure as fuck gonna' find out!
SEGMENT
Life of Agony’s “Lost At 22” starts up and B-Brat walks out, smirking and twirling what looks like a long necklace as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the second generation star. Halo follows behind her looking stoic and simply ready to go seemingly paying the boo birds no attention at all. The crowd has become louder and more positive with the young champion’s addition. B-Brat takes her sweet time getting to the ring making sure she milks all the attention she possibly can as she drinks everything in. She makes her way up the steps and slips through the ropes effortlessly, Halo following right behind her. They take the center of the ring and B-Brat walks up to the ropes, flashing hand signals to the crowd as Halo stands behind her, simply raising her right fist to the sky. B-Brat steps back and smacks Halo on the belly, pointing to her as Halo simply stands tall, ready for war. B-Brat gets a pair of microphones from ringside and hands one to Halo
B-Brat: Yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, the Giant Killer is among you! Feast your eyes on…
B-Brat: Yo, yo, yo, yo,yo, the Giant Killer is among you! Feast your eyes on…
Halo raises a hand to slow her wife down.
Halo: B-Brat… it’s cool, these people ain’t need any help recognizin’...
The crowd cheers and B-Brat shrugs.
B-Brat: Kinda looks like you right, HayJo!
Halo nods.
Halo: So then, what shall we talk about today?
Suddenly the cheers turn into boos as Something New by Girls Aloud hits over the public address system, as they know who the music is for. Public Enemy Number One in SRW The Queen B Bianca Davis. As out from the back she comes wearing a pink mini skirt, black top, pink boots, and a pink chanel handbag. On top of her head is her trademark silver tiara. As she does her trademark beauty pageant wave which draws more boos to her, she then giggles as she snaps her fingers as a man hurries up and hands her a microphone as she shoves him away as she motions for her music to be cut. As the fans keep up the boos as she rolls her eyes at them before speaking in her normal bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Oh look its our ascendant champion acting like a fool god and this is what counts for a role model in this place? This is what makes these basics cheer? UGH! Like I can’t even right now! Like Melinda once again keeps her biggest superstar the person who draws eyeballs to this place on social media off the card? I mean really? It's like she's doing the opposite of good business.
The fans boo loudy as BIanca continues her saunters up the ramp as she rudely stocks her hand out toward the fans. Before, stopping and once again putting the microphone up to her lips as she begins to speak.
Bianca Davis: Like, last week I may have embarrassed Kate Uggo Steel so much that the referee had to throw out the match. I mean it's not my fault my beauty is blinding. I am hilarious by the way. But, honestly looking at it I am above carrying that title I mean really that title has been devalued not only by her, but by River Chance I mean ew! Now I have my eyes set on a bigger prize, the one on your shoulder over there.
Bianca says, smirking pointing to the title on Halo’s shoulders. Before B-Brat can say anything in retort, Halo nods knowingly.
Halo: You realize I held that belt before either of them did, right?
Halo raises a hand before Bianca can say anything either.
Halo: Actually, you know what, nevermind, I don’t care, but you want a piece of me for this…
She holds up the championship belt.
Halo: Any time they wanna let us set to tryin’ to kill each other, let’s do it!
Bianca smirks before holding the microphone up to her lips.
Bianca Davis: Such a fighting champion?! I can’t wait to give this place a queen, a true queen it deserves as champion. Not that butch Samantha Tolson, like gross. Or the other freaks that parade around like they are champions, no the Queen B is gonna save this place from being another burnt down husk of a company.
Bianca smirks smugly, before speaking again as the fans are booing her loudly.
Bianca Davis: So keep that belt shined up for me because once this match is made, you're looking at the new Ascendant Cham….no wait Ascendant Queen! Of SRW and you may now adore at will basics.
The fans boo as Bianca does her wave laughing loudly, as she soaks in the reaction from the SRW fans. Halo just shakes her head while B-Brat stands there looking put out.
Halo: Some motherfucker’s always tryin’ to ice skate uphill...so we always gotta do this…
She pauses, glaring straight through Bianca.
Halo: The hard way.
Koss: Strong words by Halo, but what's Bianca's game here?
Spazz: She's just trying to rattle the champ is all. I don't see her doing shit to Halo! Bitch'd get eat the fuck up son!!
Koss: Strong words by Halo, but what's Bianca's game here?
Spazz: She's just trying to rattle the champ is all. I don't see her doing shit to Halo! Bitch'd get eat the fuck up son!!
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
Savannah Sunshine and Summer,WARRIOR PRINCESS stand in opposite corners as Savannah seems happy to be there while Summer seems to just be enraged already. The fans are chanting for Savannah which seems to get Warrior Princess even more upset and now Summer charges at Savannah. This gets a quick reaction from Sunshine to move out of the way which she did and Summer hits the brakes before colliding into the turnbuckle. Savannah however turns Summer around and hits her with several left and right hands but Summer smiles at her and then Savannah kind of nods as if to say “Let’s get crazy” The two now begin just swinging away on one another nether seeming to do too much damage until after several shots were exchanged it was Savannah who got in a standing drop kick knocking Summer off her feet.
Warrior, Princess however got to her knees slamming her fists into the mat then got back to her feet glaring at Savannah and she then charged in towards Savannah again and they both had the same idea DOUBLE CLOSE LINE both hit it and both are down. Slowly Savannah got to her feet with the fans cheering her on and now Summer get to her feet and just as Savannah came in towards Summer but Warrior, Princess quickly grabbed an unexpecting Savannah and dropped her with a BACK SPIN DDT! Savannah is down while Summer is taunting the fans a bit asking why they cheer for that as she puts it. Sunshine though shows her heart as she gets back to her feet pretty quickly despite having been dropped pretty hard. Summer then turns around looking a little more irritated over the fact Savannah was to her feet. Warrior,Princess charges like a bull towards Savannah once more but Sunshine was ready for it and BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!!! Summer got nailed by that super kick and is down! PIN!!!
ONE…..TWO….THREE NO!!!! NO!!!
Summer got her left shoulder up and Savannah looks a little shocked but then nods her head as she brings a downed Summer to her feet but Summer with a burst of energy HEAD BUTTS Savannah right between her eyes and then takes her down with a power slam. Now Summer hears boo’s and she doesn’t seem to like it one bit as she rolls outside the ring and pulls a table out from under it…!!!! Summer then sets the table up on the outside and then rolls back into the ring but is met by Savannah who hits a running double front kick right to the face of Summer as she was getting to her feet. Savannah smiles a little to acknowledge the fans then drops several elbow leaping drops to the chest area of Summer Warrior, Princess. Sunshine now looks to have a bit of control in the match as she waits and now Summer gets back to her feet. Savannah goes for another BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!! NO!!! Summer managed to duck under it this time and SPEARS SAVANNAH INTO THE CORNER!!! Summer now places Savannah up onto the top turnbuckle with all the might she had left. She then gathers herself for a moment and climbs all the way to the top where Savannah is. Summer pulls Savannah to her feet and they are both standing on the top turnbuckle NOW SLUGGING IT OUT!!! THEY BOTH LOSE THEIR BALANCE AND GO CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
The ref quickly rolls outside the ring after seeing how nasty of a fall both took, asking them both if they can continue but neither respond. He then asks again and still nothing now he calls for the bell!!!
DING!!!
The ref tells the announce the match is over DOUBLE KNOCK OUT!
Warrior, Princess however got to her knees slamming her fists into the mat then got back to her feet glaring at Savannah and she then charged in towards Savannah again and they both had the same idea DOUBLE CLOSE LINE both hit it and both are down. Slowly Savannah got to her feet with the fans cheering her on and now Summer get to her feet and just as Savannah came in towards Summer but Warrior, Princess quickly grabbed an unexpecting Savannah and dropped her with a BACK SPIN DDT! Savannah is down while Summer is taunting the fans a bit asking why they cheer for that as she puts it. Sunshine though shows her heart as she gets back to her feet pretty quickly despite having been dropped pretty hard. Summer then turns around looking a little more irritated over the fact Savannah was to her feet. Warrior,Princess charges like a bull towards Savannah once more but Sunshine was ready for it and BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!!! Summer got nailed by that super kick and is down! PIN!!!
ONE…..TWO….THREE NO!!!! NO!!!
Summer got her left shoulder up and Savannah looks a little shocked but then nods her head as she brings a downed Summer to her feet but Summer with a burst of energy HEAD BUTTS Savannah right between her eyes and then takes her down with a power slam. Now Summer hears boo’s and she doesn’t seem to like it one bit as she rolls outside the ring and pulls a table out from under it…!!!! Summer then sets the table up on the outside and then rolls back into the ring but is met by Savannah who hits a running double front kick right to the face of Summer as she was getting to her feet. Savannah smiles a little to acknowledge the fans then drops several elbow leaping drops to the chest area of Summer Warrior, Princess. Sunshine now looks to have a bit of control in the match as she waits and now Summer gets back to her feet. Savannah goes for another BURST YOUR BUBBLE!!! NO!!! Summer managed to duck under it this time and SPEARS SAVANNAH INTO THE CORNER!!! Summer now places Savannah up onto the top turnbuckle with all the might she had left. She then gathers herself for a moment and climbs all the way to the top where Savannah is. Summer pulls Savannah to her feet and they are both standing on the top turnbuckle NOW SLUGGING IT OUT!!! THEY BOTH LOSE THEIR BALANCE AND GO CRASHING THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE!!!
The ref quickly rolls outside the ring after seeing how nasty of a fall both took, asking them both if they can continue but neither respond. He then asks again and still nothing now he calls for the bell!!!
DING!!!
The ref tells the announce the match is over DOUBLE KNOCK OUT!
DRAW - DOUBLE KO - NO WINNER!
Spazz: They both beat the fuck outta' each other, dawg!
Koss: EMT's are assisting both competitors from the wreckage. No doubt there will be a rematch in their future, I'm sure of it!
SEGMENT
We find ourselves backstage again, where Monty Proust is standing by with Luther Thunder and his valet and wife, Esme Thunder.
Marty: Luther, first of all, excellent match tonight. But as you may have seen, earlier tonight, the father of your last opponent CCM, Winston Millar-Dyson was attacked in the parking lot, supposedly with a steel bat. Now I don’t usually deal in hearsay, but there are rumblings backstage that after WMD played an assist to help CCM beat you last show, you have as big a motive as anyone to take the legend out. Do you have a response to these accusations?
We see the Dutch Destroyer arch a brow, then frown and snarl.
Luther: as I may have seen? No, I’m sorry Martin but I haven’t seen what happened earlier in the night. You know why that is? Because as a real consummate professional I have been busy preparing for my match. I have had my full attention and focus on my match against Max Ironside, a worthy young man with 10+ years in this business and hell of a debut of his own the previous show. So in short: No. I have no idea what happened to CCM nor his dad and frankly I don’t care. I don’t care for your insinuations that I would stoop down to some sort of low down and disgusting tactics, and for what? Why on earth would I do that? Because he beat me on my debut? Martin, please. I’ve been in this business for over 13 years, won multiple championships and been inducted to the Hall Of Fame, you think I would have accomplished all that and lasted this long if I kept grudges towards people over losses?
Marty: I never accused you of anything, Mr. Thunder, I’m just reporting on what the guys and girls in the locker rooms are saying, and...
Esme: ...And what? You thought you’d come here and try stir the pot? Make an example of my husband, just because a bunch of dumb broads backstage have loose lips? Anyone who wants to accuse my husband of anything, I suggest they come say it to his face, and he’ll make their lips real loose when he knocks them clean off their faces.
Marty: I... I am sorry, Ms. Thunder. Just as a man from the UK myself, it’s sad to see one of our legends get taken out like that. I didn’t mean any harm, I just want to get to the bottom of this. But as you are apparently unaware, WMD was assaulted from behind with a steel bat... and…
Both Thunders look at each other in shock.
Luther: ..that’s terrible.
Esme:..Horrible. I mean a man his age, he could get hurt just by slipping and falling in the bathroom but to be assaulted. Disgusting.
Luther: You know what else is Disgusting Monty, the fact that you are here asking me about these ridiculous rumors when I just had a tremendous match against a tremendous talent in Max Ironside. Mr. Ironside is someone who works very hard for each and every one of his matches, trained by the legendary Larry Gowan and absolute gentleman in and out the ring. It’s disgusting that someone who has done nothing but good for everyone around him can’t seem to get any respect for his hard work without someone trying to steer the focus away from him and--
That gets stopped when CCM walks in mid sentence with the bat, holding it up.
CCM: ..you dropped something, mate?
Luther looks at his opponent, then at his wife before looking back at the Yorkshire native.
Luther: Me? Not you too. Please tell me you aren’t this foolish! I know you are called Crazy Crazy Millar and all but what you are doing now is beyond ke-ray-zayy. You won, I moved on, that’s all there’s to it. Mate.
CCM snarls at Luther.
CCM: Look, my dad got whacked with this bat, and I’m not in the mood for yours or anyone else’s bullshit. As far as I, and apparently most people around here can see, no-one’s got a better motive than a notoriously bitter old man who got his ass shown up. So--
The big man sticks out his damn chest and scoffs.
Luther: Hold the damn line right there Sherlock. You seriously think I would do something like that? To your dad? If I had a problem with you I wouldn’t need to go after senior citizens would. I’d just follow the stench of fish & chips and talk to you myself..besides.
He steps up closer right to the face of CCM.
Luther: ..if I wanted to hurt that old bastard. I wouldn’t need a damn bat to do it.
The two argue shoving each other before Esme steps in between them.
Esme: COOL IT, THE PAIR OF YOU! This isn’t the time to get all hot headed and fight.
She keeps a hand on Luther’s chest turning to look at CCM.
Esme: CCM, darling. You still have a match coming up. Luther just had his. Do you really want to risk injuring him or yourself right now. I know you are beyond mad for what happened to your father and trust me, we all are. What happened to him is disgusting, but this is hardly the way to settle anything and think of what it looks like to the higher ups. What would Melinda Rhodes think if her top male talent would pummel the hell out of each other..and over what? Some locker room gossip?
She pushes Luther back.
Esme: Luther, my love. You have to understand that this is a tough situation for him, be nice?
The Dutchman breathes heavy, his chest heaving a bit before he takes some deep breaths and calms down. Stepping a bit closer to CCM.
Luther: I’m..sorry for what happened to your dad, but I am not at fault. I had my match tonight and my focus was on that. Look, yeah I got a bit hot headed after the last show but you, you and your old man. You were the ones who cheated, not me. Your father planted those knucks on my poor wife and got her sent off? So you capitalized on it and got the W? So be it, good for you on keeping your head in the match..even if he hung on to you for leverage..I. I did tap and you won. Congratulations.
He extends his hand CCM looks at the hand and snarls.
CCM: Don’t push your luck Luther.
Thunder pulls his hand back acting like he was just smoothing his hair before speaking up again.
Luther: Gotcha, look. I don’t know what took place but if I may suggest something. While I am not a man of bats if you paid any attention lately someone else showed up besides us. Someone we both know from a long time and someone who is very known to be more than handy with a bat..a man, nay a dark horse if you will.
CCM: ..you mean he?
Thunder holds up his hands.
Luther: Nope, not laying any blame here on anyone, not my style. But if I was a betting man looking for a batting man..I’d look no further than the offices of Talent Relations. We both know that he is not the most modest of people and do you think he would just stand by and watch people like you and me taking the focus away from him and his legacy..he’s tight with the boss too. What cements one’s position better than proof of allegiance and loyalty, hmm?
He leans in for a hoarse whisper.
Luther: trust me Millar, if anyone knows this, it’s ME. Not saying he did it of course, but some food for thought.
He gestures at Esme and heading off before patting Millar on the back.
Luther: Best of luck out there tonight Millar and my best to your dad.
They leave and Millar stands there staring at the bat before slamming it down and looking to Monty.
CCM: ....Bollocks.
Monty nods in agreement as only a British man could, as CCM storms off.
Koss: CCM is still looking for the attacker of his father and I'm still a bit surprised that happened. WMD is a bit old, but he's a salty old dog. You'd think he'd be on the look out for that kind of thing.
Spazz: Shit happens, Lunchbox. I just know that if CCM figures out who did it, he's spraying whatever's in their skulls all over the walls with that ball bat.
Marty: Luther, first of all, excellent match tonight. But as you may have seen, earlier tonight, the father of your last opponent CCM, Winston Millar-Dyson was attacked in the parking lot, supposedly with a steel bat. Now I don’t usually deal in hearsay, but there are rumblings backstage that after WMD played an assist to help CCM beat you last show, you have as big a motive as anyone to take the legend out. Do you have a response to these accusations?
We see the Dutch Destroyer arch a brow, then frown and snarl.
Luther: as I may have seen? No, I’m sorry Martin but I haven’t seen what happened earlier in the night. You know why that is? Because as a real consummate professional I have been busy preparing for my match. I have had my full attention and focus on my match against Max Ironside, a worthy young man with 10+ years in this business and hell of a debut of his own the previous show. So in short: No. I have no idea what happened to CCM nor his dad and frankly I don’t care. I don’t care for your insinuations that I would stoop down to some sort of low down and disgusting tactics, and for what? Why on earth would I do that? Because he beat me on my debut? Martin, please. I’ve been in this business for over 13 years, won multiple championships and been inducted to the Hall Of Fame, you think I would have accomplished all that and lasted this long if I kept grudges towards people over losses?
Marty: I never accused you of anything, Mr. Thunder, I’m just reporting on what the guys and girls in the locker rooms are saying, and...
Esme: ...And what? You thought you’d come here and try stir the pot? Make an example of my husband, just because a bunch of dumb broads backstage have loose lips? Anyone who wants to accuse my husband of anything, I suggest they come say it to his face, and he’ll make their lips real loose when he knocks them clean off their faces.
Marty: I... I am sorry, Ms. Thunder. Just as a man from the UK myself, it’s sad to see one of our legends get taken out like that. I didn’t mean any harm, I just want to get to the bottom of this. But as you are apparently unaware, WMD was assaulted from behind with a steel bat... and…
Both Thunders look at each other in shock.
Luther: ..that’s terrible.
Esme:..Horrible. I mean a man his age, he could get hurt just by slipping and falling in the bathroom but to be assaulted. Disgusting.
Luther: You know what else is Disgusting Monty, the fact that you are here asking me about these ridiculous rumors when I just had a tremendous match against a tremendous talent in Max Ironside. Mr. Ironside is someone who works very hard for each and every one of his matches, trained by the legendary Larry Gowan and absolute gentleman in and out the ring. It’s disgusting that someone who has done nothing but good for everyone around him can’t seem to get any respect for his hard work without someone trying to steer the focus away from him and--
That gets stopped when CCM walks in mid sentence with the bat, holding it up.
CCM: ..you dropped something, mate?
Luther looks at his opponent, then at his wife before looking back at the Yorkshire native.
Luther: Me? Not you too. Please tell me you aren’t this foolish! I know you are called Crazy Crazy Millar and all but what you are doing now is beyond ke-ray-zayy. You won, I moved on, that’s all there’s to it. Mate.
CCM snarls at Luther.
CCM: Look, my dad got whacked with this bat, and I’m not in the mood for yours or anyone else’s bullshit. As far as I, and apparently most people around here can see, no-one’s got a better motive than a notoriously bitter old man who got his ass shown up. So--
The big man sticks out his damn chest and scoffs.
Luther: Hold the damn line right there Sherlock. You seriously think I would do something like that? To your dad? If I had a problem with you I wouldn’t need to go after senior citizens would. I’d just follow the stench of fish & chips and talk to you myself..besides.
He steps up closer right to the face of CCM.
Luther: ..if I wanted to hurt that old bastard. I wouldn’t need a damn bat to do it.
The two argue shoving each other before Esme steps in between them.
Esme: COOL IT, THE PAIR OF YOU! This isn’t the time to get all hot headed and fight.
She keeps a hand on Luther’s chest turning to look at CCM.
Esme: CCM, darling. You still have a match coming up. Luther just had his. Do you really want to risk injuring him or yourself right now. I know you are beyond mad for what happened to your father and trust me, we all are. What happened to him is disgusting, but this is hardly the way to settle anything and think of what it looks like to the higher ups. What would Melinda Rhodes think if her top male talent would pummel the hell out of each other..and over what? Some locker room gossip?
She pushes Luther back.
Esme: Luther, my love. You have to understand that this is a tough situation for him, be nice?
The Dutchman breathes heavy, his chest heaving a bit before he takes some deep breaths and calms down. Stepping a bit closer to CCM.
Luther: I’m..sorry for what happened to your dad, but I am not at fault. I had my match tonight and my focus was on that. Look, yeah I got a bit hot headed after the last show but you, you and your old man. You were the ones who cheated, not me. Your father planted those knucks on my poor wife and got her sent off? So you capitalized on it and got the W? So be it, good for you on keeping your head in the match..even if he hung on to you for leverage..I. I did tap and you won. Congratulations.
He extends his hand CCM looks at the hand and snarls.
CCM: Don’t push your luck Luther.
Thunder pulls his hand back acting like he was just smoothing his hair before speaking up again.
Luther: Gotcha, look. I don’t know what took place but if I may suggest something. While I am not a man of bats if you paid any attention lately someone else showed up besides us. Someone we both know from a long time and someone who is very known to be more than handy with a bat..a man, nay a dark horse if you will.
CCM: ..you mean he?
Thunder holds up his hands.
Luther: Nope, not laying any blame here on anyone, not my style. But if I was a betting man looking for a batting man..I’d look no further than the offices of Talent Relations. We both know that he is not the most modest of people and do you think he would just stand by and watch people like you and me taking the focus away from him and his legacy..he’s tight with the boss too. What cements one’s position better than proof of allegiance and loyalty, hmm?
He leans in for a hoarse whisper.
Luther: trust me Millar, if anyone knows this, it’s ME. Not saying he did it of course, but some food for thought.
He gestures at Esme and heading off before patting Millar on the back.
Luther: Best of luck out there tonight Millar and my best to your dad.
They leave and Millar stands there staring at the bat before slamming it down and looking to Monty.
CCM: ....Bollocks.
Monty nods in agreement as only a British man could, as CCM storms off.
Koss: CCM is still looking for the attacker of his father and I'm still a bit surprised that happened. WMD is a bit old, but he's a salty old dog. You'd think he'd be on the look out for that kind of thing.
Spazz: Shit happens, Lunchbox. I just know that if CCM figures out who did it, he's spraying whatever's in their skulls all over the walls with that ball bat.
REMATCH
MARIA SALVATORE VS JENNIFER WILLIAMS
“Lady Dream” Jennifer Willams is up on the top turnbuckle kind of relaxing and waving at some of the fans. Meanwhile Maria Salvatore is having a last second talking session with her manager Maleek Raheem. Finally the ref manages to get Maleek off the ring apron as Maria turns towards Jennifer smiling and trash talking. Jennifer gets off the top turnbuckle and smiles back at Maria but says nothing. The two then lock up and Jennifer manages to get the advantage by getting Maria pushed up against a corner turnbuckle. Maria holds her hands up and Jennifer nods her head holding hers up for a clean break. But, the moment Williams did that WHAM Maria nails Jennifer with a stiff right hand and the ref just managed to get out of the way as he was trying to insure a clean break. He now gives Maria a bit of lip over this and it causes Raheem to get up on the ring apron and begin to talk trash towards the ref. All the while this allows Jennifer time to get up and she hits a running shoulder block to the stomach area of Maria knocking her back against the corner turnbuckle once more. Now Jennifer lays in some shots to the body with rights and lefts no offer of a clean break.
Maleek Raheem is still up on the apron scolding the ref who is warning Raheem. Jennifer see’s Maleek and walks over motining for him to get down. This distraction buys Maria time and now Maria knocks Jennifer off her feet due to a running double ax handle to the back of her neck. Raheem now gets off the ring apron smiling and the ref seems none to pleased. Maria kicks at the downed Jennifer multiple times before the ref manages to pull her off of Williams because her body was halfway in the ring ropes. Maria waits smiling yet again and as Jennifer comes to her feet… Maria goes for a spinning heel kick but no Jennifer ducks under it and then back body drops Maria to the mat. Now Jennifer runs off the ropes and hits a fast like leg drop across the throat of Maria and as Jennifer goes to do it again she gets her leg GRABBED BY MALEEK RAHEEM! The ref sees this and really starts in on Maleek this time who has now released his hand from Jennifer's lower leg. But, Maria is back to her feet and has a half a smile as she comes up behind Jennifer turning her around, lifting her and BRAIN BUSTER!!!!! PIN!!!
ONE!!!! TWO!!!! THR!!! NO!!!!
Jennifer got her right shoulder up and Maria looks clearly upset about this as she smacks the ring mat then looks over at her manager who is now yet again back up on the ring apron yelling at the ref about a slow count. The ref shakes his head and yells “YOUR OUT OF HERE!” He threatens to disqualify Maria if he does not leave. Finally Maleek who can’t believe this turn of events and makes his way to the back. Now Maria who is clearly even more upset turns the ref around and begins to point her finger at him saying “You can’t do that.” Jennifer Williams meanwhile is slowly rising to her feet while Maria is still having a fit over her manager being thrown out from ringside. Jeniffer now to her feet quickly stumbles over turning Maria around and SWEET DREAMS!!!! A modified RKO!!!! SHE PINS MARIA!!
ONE…..TWO….THREE!!!!!
WINNER: JENNIFER WILLIAMS!!!!
Koss: Jennifer Williams gets revenge for what happened at the last Fury Road event!
Spazz: The Lady Don's gonna' call a hit on her ass. You watch! Might even say Kapeesh or some shit when she does it!
SEGMENT
Kate Steele smiles as she appears on camera with the Conquest Championship around her shoulder.
Kate: From the bottom of my heart I just want to say that it feels absolutely amazing to be me right now. No matter how many try to line themselves against me it really doesn’t matter. They ultimately end up the same exact way. The matches end with me walking away with the Championship being raised above my head.
Kate smiles widely as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Kate: Bloody hell… It just doesn’t seem to be enough though. I am a fighting champion and I will take on any challenger that wants to rise up against the likes of me. At 5’2 and 110 pounds I know I will always be the most undersized woman in the ring and in all honesty I actually love that feeling. I love being able to walk out to the ring and prove the masses wrong. I love being able to overcome the odds and I especially love being able to take on whoever wishes to step the fuck up.
Kate points at the ground.
Kate: Now tonight will be no different. Tonight I get to step in the ring with Aurora and I know she is going to give me quite the challenge. She is always a tough competitor and you better bet your bottom dollar that I am going to give her every single inch of myself to come out ahead. She is by no means an easy opponent and I will give her the highest amount of respect as I step in the ring with her. I am not overlooking her by any means but to be honest there’s one woman in this company who has constantly been running her mouth nonstop.
Kate sighs in return.
Kate: One woman who loves to talk shit and that is Bianca Leblanc. Even after I successfully defended my title against this Bitch it’s like she just won’t let things go. She feels like she is still better than me and she wants to bring honor or prestige back to the title…
Kate looks at her championship before she lays it on the ground.
Kate: Well by all means if I do make it past Aurora tonight if Bianca really wants this title she can come and get it. I won’t sit here and let her run her mouth like she is better than me. I know I can get the better of her. I know I can beat her once again and shut her down. I refuse to back down from any sort of challenge at any time. I will always be there to the very end. So bring on the fight and the challenge and I will always rise to the occasion. Aurora you better step up because tonight it’s all or nothing and I will walk away with the title in hand. I guarantee that much.
With that Kate picks her title back up as she finds herself heading towards the ring and we go elsewhere.
Koss: Strong words by the champion who defends her title, coming up next!
Spazz: I wonder if she got the memo that it's looking like Bianca's eyeballing both the Conquest and Ascension belts now!
Koss: Greed for gold will do that.
Kate: From the bottom of my heart I just want to say that it feels absolutely amazing to be me right now. No matter how many try to line themselves against me it really doesn’t matter. They ultimately end up the same exact way. The matches end with me walking away with the Championship being raised above my head.
Kate smiles widely as she nods her head and continues to speak.
Kate: Bloody hell… It just doesn’t seem to be enough though. I am a fighting champion and I will take on any challenger that wants to rise up against the likes of me. At 5’2 and 110 pounds I know I will always be the most undersized woman in the ring and in all honesty I actually love that feeling. I love being able to walk out to the ring and prove the masses wrong. I love being able to overcome the odds and I especially love being able to take on whoever wishes to step the fuck up.
Kate points at the ground.
Kate: Now tonight will be no different. Tonight I get to step in the ring with Aurora and I know she is going to give me quite the challenge. She is always a tough competitor and you better bet your bottom dollar that I am going to give her every single inch of myself to come out ahead. She is by no means an easy opponent and I will give her the highest amount of respect as I step in the ring with her. I am not overlooking her by any means but to be honest there’s one woman in this company who has constantly been running her mouth nonstop.
Kate sighs in return.
Kate: One woman who loves to talk shit and that is Bianca Leblanc. Even after I successfully defended my title against this Bitch it’s like she just won’t let things go. She feels like she is still better than me and she wants to bring honor or prestige back to the title…
Kate looks at her championship before she lays it on the ground.
Kate: Well by all means if I do make it past Aurora tonight if Bianca really wants this title she can come and get it. I won’t sit here and let her run her mouth like she is better than me. I know I can get the better of her. I know I can beat her once again and shut her down. I refuse to back down from any sort of challenge at any time. I will always be there to the very end. So bring on the fight and the challenge and I will always rise to the occasion. Aurora you better step up because tonight it’s all or nothing and I will walk away with the title in hand. I guarantee that much.
With that Kate picks her title back up as she finds herself heading towards the ring and we go elsewhere.
Koss: Strong words by the champion who defends her title, coming up next!
Spazz: I wonder if she got the memo that it's looking like Bianca's eyeballing both the Conquest and Ascension belts now!
Koss: Greed for gold will do that.
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
The Conquest Champion stood proud with her title in the air before the match, her opponent eyeing both champion and title with great intensity. The bell rings and the two are off with a workers walk into a lock up that sees Aurora Zambrotta shove Kate Steele back and across the ring, Kate rolling with the fall and to a kneel in the ropes, staring back with wide eyes as Aurora flexes her arms while making a kissy face at Kate. Kate shoves off the ropes with a bit of anger and goes into the worker's walk once more. She motions to Aurora, beckoning her for another tie up. The challenger shrugs in nonchalant fashion and goes for the lock up, but it's a fake out as Kate drops with a leg sweep that takes Aurora off her feet, then promptly hits a rolling senton splash across Aurora's body! Aurora pops up and gets hit with a Springboard Tornado DDT with Kate hooking her leg for a two count!
Both women pop up and Aurora goes for a clothesline but Kate ducks it, going into the ropes. Aurora doesn't even turn, just looks over her shoulder as Kate flies at her with a crossbody block, only for Aurora to jump up and butt bash her right out of the air! Kate falls to the canvas clutching her gut as Aurora slaps her ass and gives it a little wiggle for the crowd! Kate gets to her feet and eats a stiff left hand knuckle from Aurora, dropping her on her back only to pop up and eat a second, even harder one. She gets up again as Aurora spins and takes her off her feet with an explosive discus lariat followed by a fold up pin and a two count!
The two roll apart and Aurora moves in with a quick boot, but Kate catches it as she rises up, boots Aurora in the gut and drops with a tuck and roll to bring her down and locks on THE ANKLE LOCK! Aurora cries out, beating the canvas with her fist but not tapping out. She screams, "NOOOOO!" Everytime the referee asks. Meanwhile the champ cruelly torques her foot, torturing her with intense agony but in all of Aurora's movements, she manages to flip over and kick Kate off with her good foot. Aurora gets up, hobbling, the referee checking on her. It proves enough of a distraction for Kate to move in and hits SILENCE IS GOLDEN OFF THE TOP ROPE! Down goes Aurora and Kate makes the cover for the 1-2-3!!!
WINNER AND STILL CONQUEST CHAMPION: KATE STEELE!!!!
Koss: Kate Steele defends her title and with style no less!
Spazz: She's been going HAM as fuck since getting that belt!
Koss: I think it's going to take one hell of a competitor to get that belt off her waist!
SEGMENT
The camera opens to find Shieldmaidens President Alex “Bullet” Carbajal standing next to her tag team partner, girlfriend and fellow Shieldmaiden Full Patch Jackie “Bandit” Layton. Across from them stand the SRW Southern Cross tag Team Champions, Seleana and Zenna Zdunich, Wildside. The two teams stand in stark contrast to one another as Bullet and Bandit stand in all black, black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black band t-shirts, Ekhymosis for Bullet, Suicidal Tendencies for Bandit, black fingerless gloves and their Shieldmaidens kuttes. Meanwhile, Seleana and Zenna in matching brightly-colored tights and sports bras, blue for Seleana, red for Zenna. SRW interview Monty Proust stands between them.
Monty Proust: Ladies, tonight you face each other for the Southern Cross Tag Team Championships. Let’s have a go, yeah?
Bullet and Bandit stand, glaring harshly over at Wildside, saying nothing and just standing there silently. Monty turns from them to Wildside. Seleana and Zenna return the looks and Monty shrugs.
Monty Proust: Bullet and Bandit, you had two reigns as champions previously, this would be your third go as champions should you emerge victorious. Wildside, you stand as champions that will only be stronger should you emerge victorious. Which scenario will happen tonight?
Again, both teams simply remain silent and glare at each other. Monty glances between both teams and then shrugs when they all storm off towards the gorilla position. He turns to the camera with a shrug and a somewhat uncomfortable smile that breaks once the two teams are out of ear shot.
Mounty Proust: Well that was a bloody waste of time, wasn't it?
He turns only to catch sight of a silver-haired man standing off to the side, taking notes on a clipboard. It's Jackson, the newly-hired head of Talent Relations and Proust can't help but ask the obvious question.
Monty Proust: Mr. Jackson? Excuse me but what are you doing?
Jackson: Taking notes, dipshit. What's it look like?
Monty Proust: But , sir, nothing really happened.
Jackson: Exactly. I'm thinking some tough love might be needed here.
We cut to ringside.
Spazz: The fuck we just watch?
Koss: I'd say dead air, Mikey. Not a good look for the tag champs and this just in! Brad Jackson has demoted the main event match to upper card and we're having it next!
Spazz: Woah.... holy shit, that bad huh?
Koss: Apparently! I guess if the competitors are going to phone it in and not even talk decent trash, we may as well get it over with.
Monty Proust: Ladies, tonight you face each other for the Southern Cross Tag Team Championships. Let’s have a go, yeah?
Bullet and Bandit stand, glaring harshly over at Wildside, saying nothing and just standing there silently. Monty turns from them to Wildside. Seleana and Zenna return the looks and Monty shrugs.
Monty Proust: Bullet and Bandit, you had two reigns as champions previously, this would be your third go as champions should you emerge victorious. Wildside, you stand as champions that will only be stronger should you emerge victorious. Which scenario will happen tonight?
Again, both teams simply remain silent and glare at each other. Monty glances between both teams and then shrugs when they all storm off towards the gorilla position. He turns to the camera with a shrug and a somewhat uncomfortable smile that breaks once the two teams are out of ear shot.
Mounty Proust: Well that was a bloody waste of time, wasn't it?
He turns only to catch sight of a silver-haired man standing off to the side, taking notes on a clipboard. It's Jackson, the newly-hired head of Talent Relations and Proust can't help but ask the obvious question.
Monty Proust: Mr. Jackson? Excuse me but what are you doing?
Jackson: Taking notes, dipshit. What's it look like?
Monty Proust: But , sir, nothing really happened.
Jackson: Exactly. I'm thinking some tough love might be needed here.
We cut to ringside.
Spazz: The fuck we just watch?
Koss: I'd say dead air, Mikey. Not a good look for the tag champs and this just in! Brad Jackson has demoted the main event match to upper card and we're having it next!
Spazz: Woah.... holy shit, that bad huh?
Koss: Apparently! I guess if the competitors are going to phone it in and not even talk decent trash, we may as well get it over with.
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
WILDSIDE (C) VS SMC RIOT GROUP
The bell sounds and the four women walk out to the middle of the ring. Wildside goes for matching collar and elbow tie-ups but the Maidens duck under and then turn into a step-up enziguris in stereo. Both Zdunich sisters fall face first to the mat. Bandit rolls out of the ring and drags Zenna by the foot to the floor where they immediately start brawling. Bullet hooks the leg and Seleana kicks out only to immediately roll her opponent into a crucifix pin – denied!
They're back up and Bullet rushes at Seleana, locking arms around her, looking for a release waistlock suplex only to eat an elbow for the trouble. Bullet staggers back and Seleana clotheslines her over the top rope! She skins the cat, landing on the apron and making a hot tag to Bandit in the process. Bandit runs to the opposite ropes, rebounds off and runs back only to be caught for a double flapjack by Wildside. Bullet decides to even up the double-team and slingshots herself into the ring for a double flying clothesline, knocking both Zdunich sisters to the mat again. Bullet rolls out of the ring for that well-deserved breather and Bandit goes to pull Zenna into a headlock but gets pulled into an inside cradle. Foot on the rope for another near fall!
Bullet grabs Zenna and signals for Dios Es Una Bala but both partners dive back into the ring, giving the referee a migraine as she tries to keep some semblance of order going. Seleana shoves Bandit into Bullet’s back, knocking her loose. Zenna spins into a DDT on Bullet and holds for the cover. Bandit breaks away from Seleana and dives in to break it up, looking to continue the assault only to be pulled out of the ring. Seleana suplexes Bandit on the floor and the crowd is going insane. Zenna staggers up, shaking off the impact and Bullet makes the hot tag out to Bandit.
Zenna dives into the corner, looking to save herself but Bandit trips her up and nail Poetry In Motion! Zenna hits hard and Bandit jumps on for the cover, hooking the leg deep. They're too close to the corner though, and Seleana breaks it up before rolling back to the apron, just in time for the hot tag from her sister! She off the turnbuckles and Bandit jumps into a leg lariat. Seleana goes down and Bandit grabs her by the ankles. As she starts to go into Vote With A Bullet, Zenna jumps onto the ropes, springboards up into a victory roll on Bullet who's trying to stop the pinning predicament. Zenna holds Bullet down as Seleana nails Bandit in the face with a springboard knee and as she's staggering back, hits the Kattöga. She hooks the leg for the cover.
1!!!
2!!!
3!!!
WINNERS & STILL SOUTHERN CROSS CHAMPIONS: WILDSIDE!!!
Spazz: They may not be talking much, but they definitely brought the fight!
SEGMENT
“The Yorkshire Terror…. C.C.M,” speaks the unmistakable voice of Ursula Von Rossbach as she emerges from darkness and shadow into a light shining from her right.
She stands before the camera in all her powerful, chiseled glory. She’s clad in her leather ring gear, the faint haze of fog and smoke surrounding her. The expression on her face is an impenetrable mask of stone, the kind that could win a poker match easily.
UVR: I have heard of you, Mr. Millar, son of noteworthy retired wrestling veteran, Winston Dyson-Millar. British born, you are a methodical student of the game, well versed in UK Strong Style and a natural mat technician, one who no doubt could potentially match me on the ground. You could prove to be a most interesting adversary, one who is quick and efficient but suffers the liability of a petty streak.
A small smirk plays across her lips as her head tilts forward.
UVR: It doesn’t take much to anger you, does it? I have studied your work and found many instances where your temperament became your undoing. Your lack of confidence is also highly obvious, given that you bring your rather tall and imposing father to ringside in the fear that you can't stand on your own and seem to prefer the company of intellectually inferior, large breasted “bimbos” over anyone who can even remotely challenge you on an intellectual level.
Her head tilts to the right.
UVR: However, insecurity can make for a desperate foe when challenged by a superior athlete and martial artist, especially when your attention is divided by outside factors.
She merely tenses her arms and her muscles ripple and flex, her pectoral muscles start popping in a rhythmic dance under her complete control. The smirk becomes a small, unnerving smile.
UVR: Your career is storied and you are noteworthy in your own right, Mr. Millar. You have accomplished many things when not sitting behind a commentary table. However, despite what you lack...
The Lady Terminator leans forward.
UVR: ...You shall make a fine addition to my Resume of Destruction.
She raises her hand up to her neck, extends her thumb, and gives a very minimalistic thumb-flick throat slash gesture, grinning with evil intentions. Ursula then turns and walks off, leaving us hearing the echo of her heavy boot thuds before the camera cuts to ringside.
Koss: The Lady Terminator is focused on her opponent with her head clearly in the game. This does not bode well for CCM!
Spazz: The last thing you wanna' be is thinkin' about anything but how to beat her coming into this. She's done her homework, knows what she's up against, and she gonna' fuckin' murder you son if you anything less than prepared and ready!
Koss: Indeed! Now we're on to the new main event!
She stands before the camera in all her powerful, chiseled glory. She’s clad in her leather ring gear, the faint haze of fog and smoke surrounding her. The expression on her face is an impenetrable mask of stone, the kind that could win a poker match easily.
UVR: I have heard of you, Mr. Millar, son of noteworthy retired wrestling veteran, Winston Dyson-Millar. British born, you are a methodical student of the game, well versed in UK Strong Style and a natural mat technician, one who no doubt could potentially match me on the ground. You could prove to be a most interesting adversary, one who is quick and efficient but suffers the liability of a petty streak.
A small smirk plays across her lips as her head tilts forward.
UVR: It doesn’t take much to anger you, does it? I have studied your work and found many instances where your temperament became your undoing. Your lack of confidence is also highly obvious, given that you bring your rather tall and imposing father to ringside in the fear that you can't stand on your own and seem to prefer the company of intellectually inferior, large breasted “bimbos” over anyone who can even remotely challenge you on an intellectual level.
Her head tilts to the right.
UVR: However, insecurity can make for a desperate foe when challenged by a superior athlete and martial artist, especially when your attention is divided by outside factors.
She merely tenses her arms and her muscles ripple and flex, her pectoral muscles start popping in a rhythmic dance under her complete control. The smirk becomes a small, unnerving smile.
UVR: Your career is storied and you are noteworthy in your own right, Mr. Millar. You have accomplished many things when not sitting behind a commentary table. However, despite what you lack...
The Lady Terminator leans forward.
UVR: ...You shall make a fine addition to my Resume of Destruction.
She raises her hand up to her neck, extends her thumb, and gives a very minimalistic thumb-flick throat slash gesture, grinning with evil intentions. Ursula then turns and walks off, leaving us hearing the echo of her heavy boot thuds before the camera cuts to ringside.
Koss: The Lady Terminator is focused on her opponent with her head clearly in the game. This does not bode well for CCM!
Spazz: The last thing you wanna' be is thinkin' about anything but how to beat her coming into this. She's done her homework, knows what she's up against, and she gonna' fuckin' murder you son if you anything less than prepared and ready!
Koss: Indeed! Now we're on to the new main event!
MAIN EVENT
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS CCM
CCM is clearly unfocused at the start of the match, shouting at the Lady Terminator, "WAS IT YOU?!" Ursula quirks a brow and asks the referee what he's going on about. CCM shouts again, "DON'T LIE! I KNOW IT WAS YOU WHO ATTACKED MY DAD! BLOODY COWARD!" It was then that Ursula's expression grew cold and she seemed to suddenly goes very still, her breathing barely perceptible, her head tilting forward as her eyes lock onto CCM now. Not thinking things through, the Yorkshire Terror bursts across the ring and unloads with lefts and rights on UVR, who takes each hit with a head snapping blow moving back maybe a step or two before suddenly catching his hand after recoiling from a strike and then hitting him with a BIONIC HEADBUTT, rocking him right off his feet. He gets up, albeit dazed and swinging. Ursula easily ducks his strikes, catching him around the waist and hurling him into a corner. He doesn't even have a moment as her shoulder meets his mid section with repeated rams, followed by a back hand and then being picked up and thrown across the ring like a rag doll! He tucks and rolls, rising on one knee as Ursula flexes at him. CCM gets to his feet, giving himself a few quick face slaps and centering himself.
Ursula heads for him with swift, long-legged strides, coming at CCM faster than he anticipated. He tumbles and rolls away from her, keeping just out of arms length. This goes on until finally he's backed into a corner and Ursula goes for a grapple. CCM ducks underneath her arms and rolls to one side, hopping up and leaping on her back to apply a sleeper! He nimbly dodges Ursula's grappling hands keeping just out of reach until she gets a backwards running start for the nearest corner. Thinking fast, he leaps off her back and onto the top rope, then flips over her as her back slams hard into the turnbuckle. She bounces off as he lands and he practically falls flat on his back avoiding The Great Kick!!! The misfired kick leaves her off balance as he catches her from behind with THE TOSSER'S DEMISE, but Ursula kicks out at two, rolling to her feet. CCM gets to his feet hits a dropkick on the oncoming Ursula to slow her down at the very least. He comes at her and hits THE FAKE OUT FIST, his right raised only for the left to clip her chin. He then takes her down with a headscissor takedown into a ground HEADSCISSOR SUBMISSION! He pumps his fist shouting "YEAH!!!" as he squeezes with all his might on the downed powerhouse.
In a move that surprises him, Ursula puts her arms around both of his legs rolls over and brings him up into a Powerbomb! He peppers her with a few hits to the top of the head but it's not enough as she hits a violent Buckle Bomb that sees him falling into a heap in a corner! Ursula follows through with a running boot to his face, then picks him up by the arm and pulls him right into a standing clothesline followed by a pin. CCM KICKS OUT AT TWO!!!! Ursula gathers him up in the double chickenwing and raises him up for THE VON TERMINATOR-NO! Just as she starts to finish, he manages to slip out of her grasp and flip forward with a surprise small package takedown and pin! Ursula kicks out, but in doing so, he takes her arm and locks her in a steep grounded armbar! Ursula fights the hold with all her impressive strength. She ends up clasping her hands together and rolling to her feet with CCM hanging off her now curled arm. He tries to let go but not fast enough as Ursula raises him up and VIOLENTLY slams him to the canvas! Ursula gets up, shaking her arm to try and regain a little feeling just as CCM rolls out of the ring to the floor. From the center of the ring, Ursula sprints towards the ropes and as he gets to his feet, leaps up and over the top for a flying suicide dive. He's so surprised that he stares in awe as the big woman collides with him, driving CCM to the floor. Ursula rolls off of him with an intense, wild look in her eyes before unleashing a roar to the crowd and pumping her fists!
She then turns around, seeing CCM going under the apron. Thinking he's trying to escape, she grabs his legs and pulls him out into a Wheelbarrel toss, but notices only too late that he has a steel chair in his hands. He twists around and *CLACK!* hits her with the chair. She releases his legs, her head snapping to one side but she doesn't go down! The Referee motions for the bell, DISQUALIFICATION!
WINNER: URSULA VON ROSSBACH BY DISQUALIFICATION!!!
CCM stares from the floor as Ursula's casts him a sideways glance, then swivels her head towards him with a withering scowl. Thinking fast, he moves in for a second shot and she lunges forward, violently headbutting the steel chair right out of his hands, sending it flying over his head and clattering behind him. Her hand goes for his throat but he hits a KNEE STOMP to halt her, then promptly sprints towards the back with The Lady Terminator already having recovered and walking at a brisk, long legged stride that surprisingly is able to keep up with him!
Spazz: RUN MOTHERFUCKER! SHE'S GONNA RIP YOUR SOUL OUT YOUR ASSHOLE!!!
Koss: Such a brutal closing match to the show! CCM gave all he could but in his state, the best he could hope for was a symbolic victory by DQ at that point. He'd better look over his shoulder because Ursula Von Rossbach does not suffer insults like that lightly at all!
Spazz: Fuck no! Ask the last motherfucker who stole the finish from her how that went for 'em!
Koss: Truth! Well that is all the time we have tonight. Thank you for watching and we will see you on the next edition of Savage Thursday! GOOD NIGHT!!!
*CUE CREDITS*
MAIN EVENT
DEMOTED
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
WILDSIDE (C) VS SMC RIOT GROUP
MATCH WRITER: ALEX/JAX
(Multiple Fixes)
MAIN EVENT
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS CCM
MATCH WRITER: RC
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
MATCH WRITER: RC
REMATCH
MARIA SALVATORE VS JENNIFER WILLIAMS
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
DRAW - DOUBLE KO!
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
LUTHER THUNDER VS MAX IRONSIDE
MATCH WRITER: RC
MELISSA MAYE VS PHEONIX LESTRANGE
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS
DEMOTED
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
WILDSIDE (C) VS SMC RIOT GROUP
MATCH WRITER: ALEX/JAX
(Multiple Fixes)
MAIN EVENT
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS CCM
MATCH WRITER: RC
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP
KATE STEELE (C) VS AURORA ZAMBROTTA
MATCH WRITER: RC
REMATCH
MARIA SALVATORE VS JENNIFER WILLIAMS
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS
SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS VS SAVANNAH SUNSHINE
DRAW - DOUBLE KO!
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
PSYCHO MAGUIRE (C) VS CHRISTINA ZDUNICH
MATCH WRITER: ALEX
LUTHER THUNDER VS MAX IRONSIDE
MATCH WRITER: RC
MELISSA MAYE VS PHEONIX LESTRANGE
MATCH WRITER: CHRIS