Post by Melinda Rhodes on Aug 13, 2020 15:33:54 GMT -7
REBEL STAR ARENA - ROME GA
8/13/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST
INTRO
Halestorm's cover of "Bad Romance" sounds over the house P/A as the stage erupts in pyro to the beat and rhythm. The fans are on their feet, knowing they are in for another amazing night of SAVAGE THURSDAY! Out steps Jenny Beck, waving her fist in the air as she marches down to ringside! The crowd ERUPTS upon seeing her and she lets out a loud scream back at them. She rolls into the ring, gets to her feet and gets to work.
Jenny Beck: SRW FAITHFUL! IT'S THE HOUSE OF REBELLION GIVING YOU ANOTHER DOSE OF SAVAGE TTTTHHHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAAYYYY!!!!
CROWD: SRW! SRW! SRW! SRW!!!!
Jenny Beck: JOE KOSS!!! MIKE SPAZZ! FINGERS OUTTA' NOSES! IT'S CAMERA TIME!!!
We immediately cut to the commentary table where Mike Spazz is looking directly into the camera with his middle finger wedged up his nose in protest. Joe just looks at him and rolls his eyes.
Spazz: Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!
Koss: Welcome to the most Savage of Thursdays!!! You know who we are, let's get right to it!!!
Spazz: The talent level on this card is fucking STACKED higher than me on a given sunday!!!
Koss: Indeed it is!!!
Jenny Beck: SRW FAITHFUL! IT'S THE HOUSE OF REBELLION GIVING YOU ANOTHER DOSE OF SAVAGE TTTTHHHHUUUURRRSSSDDDAAAAYYYY!!!!
CROWD: SRW! SRW! SRW! SRW!!!!
Jenny Beck: JOE KOSS!!! MIKE SPAZZ! FINGERS OUTTA' NOSES! IT'S CAMERA TIME!!!
We immediately cut to the commentary table where Mike Spazz is looking directly into the camera with his middle finger wedged up his nose in protest. Joe just looks at him and rolls his eyes.
Spazz: Fuck you! I won't do what you tell me!
Koss: Welcome to the most Savage of Thursdays!!! You know who we are, let's get right to it!!!
Spazz: The talent level on this card is fucking STACKED higher than me on a given sunday!!!
Koss: Indeed it is!!!
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The head of Talent Relations and the newly-appointed GM of the Fury Road house show, sits behind his desk. There’s a pile of folders and paperwork spread out across the surface that could either be part of an elaborate illusion to make it look like he’s busy, or the real thing. With him, it’s hard to tell. Currently, he’s tapping keys on his laptop when the door that he never keeps fully latched swings open. He looks up to find CCM standing there and he makes a point to remove his reading glasses, setting them down amid the clutter.
Jackson: Millar. Wondered when you were going to show up.
CCM nods.
CCM: Let’s not get off on the wrong foot, yeah? I’m not here to accuse you of anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve known both you & Luther for years, and I’m not about to go jumping down your throat because that Dutch dipshit wants to go wagging tongues.
He shakes his head for a moment.
CCM: I don’t see any bloody reason why you would attack my dad. But with you being in a position of trust here in SRW, dealing with talent’s issues and the like... well, I have an issue. I wanna find out who did it. And I figured your office is as good a place as any to start.
Jackson shrugs and cocks his thumb towards the corner of the office where a bloodstained wooden Louisville Slugger bat hangs on the wall, lovingly enshrined in a shadowbox frame.
Jackson: Betty’s here, accounted for. Much prefer wood over aluminium if I’m going to be cracking skulls with it -- the sound is much more satisfying without that metallic ring on the impact.
Opening the drawer on his desk, he pulls out a USB stick and tosses it to Millar who catches it with ease.
Jackson: All the footage from the night’s on there. Security cameras. Raw test footage that never aired. Haven’t had time to go through it myself, what with all the shit that’s been dumped on my plate. Maybe your guy’s on there. Maybe he isn’t. I’ve got no desire to be pulled into the middle of this bullshit between the two of you.
CCM grins.
CCM: Cheers mate, I’ll give these a look over. I just don’t know what kind of sadistic bastard goes assaulting a 60 year old man...
Jackson: The kind who wants to put you off your game. It worked, too. You should’ve had Ursula and I’m sure our bat-wielding asshole was laughing his ass off all night at a job well done.
CCM groans.
CCM: Oh no doubt. She cucked my arse on Twitter too. Like I’m supposed to be scared of her cause she fell into a roid factory.
He snorts.
CCM: You know, I don’t think she did it.. But I feel like I owe her something. She made me look like a dumbass, and I don’t like that shit.
Jackson: Not a fan either, if we’re being honest.
He pauses for a moment, glancing at the screen of his laptop.
Jackson: You know, I was just planning out Fury Road and I was wracking my brain, trying to think of the best possible Main Event. Think I’ve got an idea. You wanna even up that score? Make She-Hulk eat her words and choke on them going down?
CCM: Fantastic. Choke on her words before I choke her ass out. Sounds like a plan. Thanks Jax, for this and the USB, I owe you one. And don’t worry. I’ll give Urs a beating Betty would be proud of.
The silver-haired man nods, smirking.
Jackson: I’d expect nothing less.
Cut to ringside.
Koss: I would have thought that Brad Jackson would know who Ursula Von Rosbach is.
Spazz: He's a legend and all, but homeboy better tread lightly. Bitch-Zilla has racked up one hell of a body count and I do NOT think he wants to piss her off!
Jackson: Millar. Wondered when you were going to show up.
CCM nods.
CCM: Let’s not get off on the wrong foot, yeah? I’m not here to accuse you of anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve known both you & Luther for years, and I’m not about to go jumping down your throat because that Dutch dipshit wants to go wagging tongues.
He shakes his head for a moment.
CCM: I don’t see any bloody reason why you would attack my dad. But with you being in a position of trust here in SRW, dealing with talent’s issues and the like... well, I have an issue. I wanna find out who did it. And I figured your office is as good a place as any to start.
Jackson shrugs and cocks his thumb towards the corner of the office where a bloodstained wooden Louisville Slugger bat hangs on the wall, lovingly enshrined in a shadowbox frame.
Jackson: Betty’s here, accounted for. Much prefer wood over aluminium if I’m going to be cracking skulls with it -- the sound is much more satisfying without that metallic ring on the impact.
Opening the drawer on his desk, he pulls out a USB stick and tosses it to Millar who catches it with ease.
Jackson: All the footage from the night’s on there. Security cameras. Raw test footage that never aired. Haven’t had time to go through it myself, what with all the shit that’s been dumped on my plate. Maybe your guy’s on there. Maybe he isn’t. I’ve got no desire to be pulled into the middle of this bullshit between the two of you.
CCM grins.
CCM: Cheers mate, I’ll give these a look over. I just don’t know what kind of sadistic bastard goes assaulting a 60 year old man...
Jackson: The kind who wants to put you off your game. It worked, too. You should’ve had Ursula and I’m sure our bat-wielding asshole was laughing his ass off all night at a job well done.
CCM groans.
CCM: Oh no doubt. She cucked my arse on Twitter too. Like I’m supposed to be scared of her cause she fell into a roid factory.
He snorts.
CCM: You know, I don’t think she did it.. But I feel like I owe her something. She made me look like a dumbass, and I don’t like that shit.
Jackson: Not a fan either, if we’re being honest.
He pauses for a moment, glancing at the screen of his laptop.
Jackson: You know, I was just planning out Fury Road and I was wracking my brain, trying to think of the best possible Main Event. Think I’ve got an idea. You wanna even up that score? Make She-Hulk eat her words and choke on them going down?
CCM: Fantastic. Choke on her words before I choke her ass out. Sounds like a plan. Thanks Jax, for this and the USB, I owe you one. And don’t worry. I’ll give Urs a beating Betty would be proud of.
The silver-haired man nods, smirking.
Jackson: I’d expect nothing less.
Cut to ringside.
Koss: I would have thought that Brad Jackson would know who Ursula Von Rosbach is.
Spazz: He's a legend and all, but homeboy better tread lightly. Bitch-Zilla has racked up one hell of a body count and I do NOT think he wants to piss her off!
-NIDIA STEEN-VS-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Nidia explodes into action when the bell rings, laying into the larger Ninja with a stiff forearm shot. As he staggers back, shaking off the impact, she takes his legs out with a sweep. She dives in for a Thesz Press – less than a minute into the match and she's already dominating. He doesn't fend her off, looking for a moment like he's about to doze off before she slaps him so hard, he screams like he's waking up from a nightmare and throws her off. Scrambling for the ropes, he looks like he's going to make it to his feet but Nidia collides with a Combo Buster and he's down again! She drops for the cover, hooks a leg, and is horrified when The Narcoleptic Ninja manages to get a shoulder up at the two!
Nidia lets him stumble to his feet, but he gets back up, only to be on the receiving end of a deep arm drag by Nidia that sends the overweight Ninja sliding across the ring. Undaunted, he pops back up to his feet, waving his arms for distraction before slamming a smoke bomb to the mat. In the resulting cloud, he disappears from Nidia's line of sight. The crowd can see him drop to his knees and crawl around behind her. The crowd pops as the smoke clears and Nidia turns around into a pop-up uppercut that leaves her reeling. The Ninja rolls her up into a small package but she kicks out immediately. Back on their feet, he goes for a cartwheel kick that misses and Nidia puts him back down with a roll-through clothesline. The Narcoleptic Ninja beckons for a fresh assault as he gets up again and they collide in the middle of the ring before Nidia sends him off into the corner. She follows him in for a Cannon Shot and when he goes down hard, she drags him back from the corner just a bit before scaling the ropes. The Narcoleptic Ninja, still trying to win this thing, drags himself up, using the ropes for leverage as Nidia looks like she's going for that Goodbye Moonman diving senton – he gets up before she leaves the rope and she adjusts trajectory in midair, landing behind him and turning it into a wicked DDT! She drops for the cover, hooking both legs but the Ninja looks like he's taking another nap! 1-2-3!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: NIDIA STEEN!!!
Koss: In this double debut match, Nidia Steen came out on top of the Narcoleptic Ninja!
Spazz: I FEEL JIPPED! He didn't spontaneous pass out even one time this whole match!!!
Koss: Maybe it's intermittent?
Spazz: Fuck if I know how that shit works!
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The night was just beginning to be one of the best shows put together. The fans cheering for the action put on at hype that evening. The one man who had been hyped up for the fans had yet to be seen. That was until the camera crew panned to the backstage area entrance doors. There he was standing tall wearing a black jacket with a white shirt underneath, a pair of denim jeans to go with it. He walks down the hallway knowing the camera was on him. It didn't bother him that it was though, he was used to it after the years. The one man SRW had hoped to sign was in fact there that night. His mind on the match ahead of him that he was booked in. He stops in his footsteps when a security guard approached him. His eyes staring at the man who stood infront of him.
Security Guard: What is your reason for being back here sir?
Jerry Watts: I'm here because I was told I had a match tonight. I'm a newly signed superstar here in SRW.
Security Guard: Do you have any proof of this sir?
Jerry Watts: They sure do keep a tight security system in place here. But yes I do have proof of that.
With those words drifting off his lips, he reaches into the duffel bag that was strapped to his right shoulder. His hand takes out a contract that had his name on it.
"Here it is sir."
He mentions to the security guard, who begins to look over the piece of paper. The man sees that it was signed by the owners before handing it back to Watts. He nods his head to the man as he apologizes for the misunderstanding. Watts wasn't the type to hold grudges. He only focused on what mattered at the moment. He steps past the security guard while placing the contract back into his bag.
"Cant blame them for having a good security system."
He laughs softly as he makes his way down the hallway. His eyes glancing left and right with each step he took. He began to get familiar with the backstage wrestlers faces. He knew he would be meeting them one day in the ring. He would be ready when the time came. As he's walking down the hallway he's almost decked in the face by a fist thrown by a familiar face. It was the man they called Chris Styles, a man who had earned the respect away from his brothers shadows. He ducks underneath the fist stepping out of the way soon after.
Jerry Watts: Always good to see a familiar face around when you're new to the place.
He lets those words be heard throughout the hallway. His eyes watching as Chris styles trained in the back.
Chris Styles: Alright seriously who in the hell would name there kid Brutus? I mean that's just bad parenting. But, hey man good news I got myself a real live girlfriend haha. I am pretty damn lucky her name is Shelby and she is way out of my league. But, anyways good luck out there I am sure you will knock it dead just like my brother is going to tonight as well.
Jerry Watts: Definitely has to be some bad parenting involved in his life. It's kind of like they drew his name from a straw. Oh you have a actual girlfriend now? That's up man you deserve to be happy. So no more of your brother complaining about that blow up doll you keep in the closet?
He begins to laugh as he shakes his head towards Chris. He had a lot of respect for the man in front of him.-
Jerry Watts: Just messing around man, she may be out of your league but she's yours. Thank you for the good luck man, my opponent will be the one who needs it though. I plan on going to that ring with my A game by my side.
Chris sticks his right fist out as he and Jerry do the guy fist pound thing.
Chris Styles: Alright man I am off to go look for Jesse as he has a match tonight to might as well show my support. Enjoy and maybe we will catch up later.
He nods his heads bringing his hand back down to his waist. He starts to continue walking down the hallway. His mind still on the match at hand. He had to get ready to prove his worth in the federation. He was aware that it was going to be a walk in the park.
Koss: And Jerry Watts will be facing The Beast of the Barrier Reef, Brutus H, coming up next!!!
Spazz: If that's Chris Styles first real girlfriend, what'd he do before? Waifu pillows or blow up dolls?
Koss: Mikey, what one does in their personal time is nunya business!
Spazz: You're right.... he looks like a Waifu pillow kinda' guy.
Jerry Watts walks to the center of the ring as Brutus Hart slowly makes his way to the center of the ring with Watts pointing at him and even doing some kind of clap trying to get the fans to clap with him. Some of the fans actually do as Brutus seems irritated already and punches Watts directly in his chest knocking Watts back. Now Hart comes walking fast towards Jerry but he connects with a right hand and then a left hand knocking Brutus off balance. He then takes his left hand slapping it across his chest as he then picks Brutus Hart up and SPINEBUSTER!!! The fans cheer loudly for Watts after that as he stands over Brutus throwing his arm up in the air and smiling. He seems rather confident as Brutus kicks from his back connecting with the right knee of Watts and it drops Jerry down to one knee. Now Brutus gets back to his feet bringing Watts back up to his feet and head butts him right between his eyes not once, not twice but three times! Watts looks a bit out of it as the big Brutus grabs him and BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Brutus squashes Watts with that move and now makes the PIN! Kickout at TWo!
Jerry Watts kicks out at two showing his heart and the fans are pretty behind him even a Watts...Watts… Watts.. Chant breaks out. Brutus stands up hearing the people chant for Jerry and he tells them all the shut up! Watts NIPS UP!!! He holds his right side in a little pain but is completely to his feet and just waiting. Brutus now turns around not expecting Watts to be back to his feet and is met with a left hand and a right hand fromJerry. Now Brutus is off balance and down Hart goes after Watts nails a running elbow right between the eyes of Brutus. Watts now goes out onto the ring apron, clapping his hands together a few times and even smacking his chest as he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. Jerry Watts balances himself then LEAPS OFF WITH A SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!!!!! The fans go ohhhh as Watts makes the cover after that impressive move for a man of his size! The move impresses but the pin is a 2.99999 before the kickout!
Brutus got a shoulder up just at the last second and Watts looks a little shocked he gets to his feet and holds up three fingers but the ref holds up two fingers. Watts now looks out to the fans holding up three fingers and notices many of them holding up three fingers with him. But, while he is doing this Brutus Hart gets to his feet despite having been rocked he is up showing his toughness and he turns Jerry around. Once having turned Watts around Brutus kicks Watts in his gut two times and drops Jerry with a DDT! But, Brutus Hart does not go for the pin instead he brings Watts right back to his feet Irish whipping him into the far off corner turnbuckle. But, as soon as Jerry’s back his the corner turnbuckle Brutus went running attempting a splash but Watts came out of the corner like a bull and hit a devastating Close line! Brutus is rocked from it but did not go down and now Jerry Watts grabs Brutus Hart, picks him up and ICONIC DROP!!!!! Jerry Watts makes the pin! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JERRY WATTS!!!!
Jerry Watts kicks out at two showing his heart and the fans are pretty behind him even a Watts...Watts… Watts.. Chant breaks out. Brutus stands up hearing the people chant for Jerry and he tells them all the shut up! Watts NIPS UP!!! He holds his right side in a little pain but is completely to his feet and just waiting. Brutus now turns around not expecting Watts to be back to his feet and is met with a left hand and a right hand fromJerry. Now Brutus is off balance and down Hart goes after Watts nails a running elbow right between the eyes of Brutus. Watts now goes out onto the ring apron, clapping his hands together a few times and even smacking his chest as he climbs up onto the top turnbuckle. Jerry Watts balances himself then LEAPS OFF WITH A SHOOTING STAR LEG DROP!!!!! The fans go ohhhh as Watts makes the cover after that impressive move for a man of his size! The move impresses but the pin is a 2.99999 before the kickout!
Brutus got a shoulder up just at the last second and Watts looks a little shocked he gets to his feet and holds up three fingers but the ref holds up two fingers. Watts now looks out to the fans holding up three fingers and notices many of them holding up three fingers with him. But, while he is doing this Brutus Hart gets to his feet despite having been rocked he is up showing his toughness and he turns Jerry around. Once having turned Watts around Brutus kicks Watts in his gut two times and drops Jerry with a DDT! But, Brutus Hart does not go for the pin instead he brings Watts right back to his feet Irish whipping him into the far off corner turnbuckle. But, as soon as Jerry’s back his the corner turnbuckle Brutus went running attempting a splash but Watts came out of the corner like a bull and hit a devastating Close line! Brutus is rocked from it but did not go down and now Jerry Watts grabs Brutus Hart, picks him up and ICONIC DROP!!!!! Jerry Watts makes the pin! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JERRY WATTS!!!!
Koss: Brutus gave one hell of a fight, but Jerry Watts wanted it just a little bit more!!
Spazz: That Iconic Drop is kinda' sick, no lie!
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Christina Zdunich. She smirks as she holds the Hardcore Championship proudly against her shoulders she smiles as she looks deeply into the lens of the camera.
Christina: What is happening SRW… Last show I might have gotten fucked up. I might have gotten my ass kicked but for the first time in my long 17 year career I emerged as a Hardcore Champion. Do you know how amazing it is to be a champion that is so extreme and hardcore she could do practically anything?! Yeah I know when it comes to me people might think I am a prissy Hollywood movie star who refuses to get her hands dirty but that just wasn’t the case. I was able to overcome the Psycho and I walked away as a champion!
Christina smiles as she continues to speak.
Christina: The Hardcore Championship is where it rightfully belongs and I am not going to let some Irish lass take back what I won from her. I know she made a comment on Twitter if I would be focused on her because my attention seems to be put elsewhere but let me explain something. I have been in this company for a very long time. I have fought and clawed my way through so many different people in this fucking company. I won’t lie but I am a bit jealous of the progress that my wife and her sister have made as being tag team champions here. They were able to ascend to the top and become champions and yet I got beat up over and over again by a list of who’s who in this company.
Christina shakes her head as she continues to speak.
Christina: It’s so fucking annoying considering I have been wrestling for 17 years. That experience should have allowed me to do so much more than what I have in this company but it didn’t. I have struggled and struggled so when I finally broke out of my shell and beat Maguire I felt like I actually accomplished something.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina: Let’s be real here this is my first singles championship in this company. After competing with people like Juliet Black and Ursula I feel like I have been built for this very moment and the amount of blood, sweat, and tears that went into winning this title are going to be the very things that cause me to keep this around my waist. I plan to hold onto this championship for a very long time and I refuse to let anybody just come and take what I worked so hard to obtain. I am Crystal Zdunich and I am not going to just give in when all of the pressure is on. I have worked too fucking hard to drop the ball now. I don’t give a damn if you feel like this is your chance to get back what you lost.
Christina points at the ground as she continues to speak some more.
Christina: IU worked too fucking hard for this moment… This is a moment that I won’t throw away and I know you are a great competitor but you haven’t paid the amount of dues that I have in this business. You haven’t gone through the things I have. You damn right I am the Fucking Hardcore Champion and this title isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I am so sorry miss Maguire but tonight I am going to make you bleed and I will still be champion whether you like it or not!
Christina holds the Championship proudly in the air. She let’s out a wicked grin as we slowly fade out on her smile.
Koss: There's alot of passion coming from Christina Zdunich. She has certainly been through the ringer and looks to make tonight here night!
Spazz: Crystal Z is a choke artist. No fucking way is she walking out a champ! Her win was a fluke and you know it!!!
Koss: You say that but her eyes told me a different tale. We'll see tonight who's right and who's wrong, Mikey.
Christina: What is happening SRW… Last show I might have gotten fucked up. I might have gotten my ass kicked but for the first time in my long 17 year career I emerged as a Hardcore Champion. Do you know how amazing it is to be a champion that is so extreme and hardcore she could do practically anything?! Yeah I know when it comes to me people might think I am a prissy Hollywood movie star who refuses to get her hands dirty but that just wasn’t the case. I was able to overcome the Psycho and I walked away as a champion!
Christina smiles as she continues to speak.
Christina: The Hardcore Championship is where it rightfully belongs and I am not going to let some Irish lass take back what I won from her. I know she made a comment on Twitter if I would be focused on her because my attention seems to be put elsewhere but let me explain something. I have been in this company for a very long time. I have fought and clawed my way through so many different people in this fucking company. I won’t lie but I am a bit jealous of the progress that my wife and her sister have made as being tag team champions here. They were able to ascend to the top and become champions and yet I got beat up over and over again by a list of who’s who in this company.
Christina shakes her head as she continues to speak.
Christina: It’s so fucking annoying considering I have been wrestling for 17 years. That experience should have allowed me to do so much more than what I have in this company but it didn’t. I have struggled and struggled so when I finally broke out of my shell and beat Maguire I felt like I actually accomplished something.
Christina smirks as she continues to speak.
Christina: Let’s be real here this is my first singles championship in this company. After competing with people like Juliet Black and Ursula I feel like I have been built for this very moment and the amount of blood, sweat, and tears that went into winning this title are going to be the very things that cause me to keep this around my waist. I plan to hold onto this championship for a very long time and I refuse to let anybody just come and take what I worked so hard to obtain. I am Crystal Zdunich and I am not going to just give in when all of the pressure is on. I have worked too fucking hard to drop the ball now. I don’t give a damn if you feel like this is your chance to get back what you lost.
Christina points at the ground as she continues to speak some more.
Christina: IU worked too fucking hard for this moment… This is a moment that I won’t throw away and I know you are a great competitor but you haven’t paid the amount of dues that I have in this business. You haven’t gone through the things I have. You damn right I am the Fucking Hardcore Champion and this title isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I am so sorry miss Maguire but tonight I am going to make you bleed and I will still be champion whether you like it or not!
Christina holds the Championship proudly in the air. She let’s out a wicked grin as we slowly fade out on her smile.
Koss: There's alot of passion coming from Christina Zdunich. She has certainly been through the ringer and looks to make tonight here night!
Spazz: Crystal Z is a choke artist. No fucking way is she walking out a champ! Her win was a fluke and you know it!!!
Koss: You say that but her eyes told me a different tale. We'll see tonight who's right and who's wrong, Mikey.
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The camera opens backstage to find the now two-time-former SRW Hardcore Champion, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, back in that closet with one lonely light bulb swinging above her, throwing shadows all over the walls as she seems to contemplate her palace in the universe.
Psycho: Tha dinna go as planned at all…
She closes her eyes momentarily as if there’s a ringing starting in her ears.
Psycho: Tha...
She shakes her head.
Psycho: Christina Zdunich takes me title…
Psycho glares behind her and waves a hand.
Psycho: Shut it… I know…
Clasping her hands to her ears, Psycho leans forward, sweating her eyes shut and clenching her teeth.
Psycho: Fucking shut...up…
Falling to her knees, Psycho’s eyes squeeze even harder, pain written all over her face.
Psycho: I will make ye stop.. I will make everyone stop…
Her entire body starts shaking as her eyes open and she slowly looks up towards the ceiling.
Psycho: Why kin ye nay jess bae laevin’ me alone?
Standing back up, Psycho swings her right hand out and hits the wall.
Psycho: Shut. It.
She hits the wall again with her fist.
Psycho: Stop yer fuckin’ laughin’...
She turns and looks at the mirror, her eyes going wide in shock.
Psycho: Ye… ye kinna bae haer… yer ded….
She squeezes her eyes shut again and steps back.
Psycho: Yer nay rael… yer nay rael…
Opening her eyes again, she exhales heavily, seemingly relieved.
Psycho: I knew ye nay bae rael!
She points accusingly at the mirror.
Psycho: I’m gonna walk tha aisle, I’m gonna bae in tha ring an’ I’m gonna show Christina Zdunich whot hardcore truly looks like!
Pausing again, the point comes back to her own chest.
Psycho: I made a promise tae Juliet Black an’ I kaep me promises! I promised I would kaep th’ standards fer tha championship high until she chose tae come back fer it again an’ we could have another go at aech other an’ I will bae damned if tha willna bae happenin’!
Glaring harshly, she takes a step forward.
Psycho: I will… I WILL!!!
Another step and she points to herself even harder than before.
Psycho: I WILL BAE CHAMPION AGAIN!!!
Turning, she suddenly sees the camera.
Psycho: Whot bae ye lookin’ at?
She nods, a far off look in her eyes.
Psycho: D’ye bae tinkin’ tha bae funny as well then?
She nods and spins into Gealtachta, knocking the feed to black.
Koss: Psycho is starting to really live up to her namesake here!
Spazz: You see, I always bet on Crazy in hardcore matches.
HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIPPsycho: Tha dinna go as planned at all…
She closes her eyes momentarily as if there’s a ringing starting in her ears.
Psycho: Tha...
She shakes her head.
Psycho: Christina Zdunich takes me title…
Psycho glares behind her and waves a hand.
Psycho: Shut it… I know…
Clasping her hands to her ears, Psycho leans forward, sweating her eyes shut and clenching her teeth.
Psycho: Fucking shut...up…
Falling to her knees, Psycho’s eyes squeeze even harder, pain written all over her face.
Psycho: I will make ye stop.. I will make everyone stop…
Her entire body starts shaking as her eyes open and she slowly looks up towards the ceiling.
Psycho: Why kin ye nay jess bae laevin’ me alone?
Standing back up, Psycho swings her right hand out and hits the wall.
Psycho: Shut. It.
She hits the wall again with her fist.
Psycho: Stop yer fuckin’ laughin’...
She turns and looks at the mirror, her eyes going wide in shock.
Psycho: Ye… ye kinna bae haer… yer ded….
She squeezes her eyes shut again and steps back.
Psycho: Yer nay rael… yer nay rael…
Opening her eyes again, she exhales heavily, seemingly relieved.
Psycho: I knew ye nay bae rael!
She points accusingly at the mirror.
Psycho: I’m gonna walk tha aisle, I’m gonna bae in tha ring an’ I’m gonna show Christina Zdunich whot hardcore truly looks like!
Pausing again, the point comes back to her own chest.
Psycho: I made a promise tae Juliet Black an’ I kaep me promises! I promised I would kaep th’ standards fer tha championship high until she chose tae come back fer it again an’ we could have another go at aech other an’ I will bae damned if tha willna bae happenin’!
Glaring harshly, she takes a step forward.
Psycho: I will… I WILL!!!
Another step and she points to herself even harder than before.
Psycho: I WILL BAE CHAMPION AGAIN!!!
Turning, she suddenly sees the camera.
Psycho: Whot bae ye lookin’ at?
She nods, a far off look in her eyes.
Psycho: D’ye bae tinkin’ tha bae funny as well then?
She nods and spins into Gealtachta, knocking the feed to black.
Koss: Psycho is starting to really live up to her namesake here!
Spazz: You see, I always bet on Crazy in hardcore matches.
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Within a ring full of and surrounded by weapons, The match begins with Psycho lighting up Christina with her shillelagh, battering the Hardcore Champion down while giving her no room to breath. Christina's bleeding within the first opening minutes of the match, busted open by the savage fury of the former champion. Psycho proceeds to choke Crystal Z with her shillelagh until Crystal gets her hands on the nearest weapon she can find, a simple piece of lumber which she manages to crack Psycho in the head with, knocking her off. Crystal rolls out of the ring, gasping for air but Psycho recovers quickly, smiling as she goes flying through the ropes with a diving tackle that drives the champ off her feet! Psycho gathers her up and hurls her into the Spanish announce table! Crystal grabs one of the digital monitors and as Psycho spins her around, she hits her across the head so hard that the monitor explodes with a pop! Psycho staggers back, bloodied but giving a dazed smile to the crowd as she licks the blood from her lips, tasting her own grin.
She turns right into an oncoming Crystal Z who leaps onto then off of the Apron with a diving MYSTERIORANA, hooking both of Psycho's legs on the pin but getting a kickout at two! The two are on their feet and Christina turns to a surprise with a bloodied Psycho nailing her with knee shot to the chest, followed by KISS THIS! The intense pain brings Christina to her knees as parts of her anatomy are manipulated painfully in front of the crowd. She doesn't give in, however, she fights back and suddenly starts battering the side of Psycho's head until she lets go. Psycho stumbles and falls onto the Spanish announce table as Crystal Z holds herself in pain, fighting to get to her feet. Psycho shoves off the table, gathering up another monitor and HURLING it at Crystal, nailing her in the chest with enough force to knock her right back off her feet!
Psycho then dislodges some ring steps and hefts the heavy steel over her head. She gets a running start for Christina as the champ gets to her feet and nails her square in the shoulder, sending her right off her feet and clutching it with a wail of pain! Her right shoulder seems dislocated as she fights to get up once again and Psycho takes full advantage, locking on a painful and very crude improvised armbar, pulling on that socket and causing Christina excruciating agony! Crystal is in tears as she finds the one thing that could very well save her life, a staple gun! She pumps several rapid shot staples into Psycho's hand until finally, Psycho is forced to let go, over a dozen staples punched into the back of her bleeding hand. She gets to her feet, hand shaking, then turns rearing back her fist only to eat FLASHING LIGHTS KICK!!! Psycho spins around, draped across the table and Crystal gathers her up, the Spanish announcers backing away as she pulls Psycho up and hits THE ROCK N' ROLL DDT! The two fall through the table with Psycho knocked out cold! Christina rolls her over and drapes an arm over her for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: CHRISTINA ZDUNICH!!!!
Spazz: Are you fucking kidding me?
Koss: Fifty bucks, little man, put that cash in my hand!
Spazz: Sometimes, I hate you you fat fuck, especially when you rip off my lines!
Koss: *laughs*
Jesse Styles: Mrs Jesse Styles.Styles last time we where here for a Southern Rebellion show it was a house show. But, tonight baby we are here at the Rebel arena in Rome Georgia for Savage Thursday. It is did I mention live? Damn I feel like I am cutting a advertisement for the show or something.
She turns right into an oncoming Crystal Z who leaps onto then off of the Apron with a diving MYSTERIORANA, hooking both of Psycho's legs on the pin but getting a kickout at two! The two are on their feet and Christina turns to a surprise with a bloodied Psycho nailing her with knee shot to the chest, followed by KISS THIS! The intense pain brings Christina to her knees as parts of her anatomy are manipulated painfully in front of the crowd. She doesn't give in, however, she fights back and suddenly starts battering the side of Psycho's head until she lets go. Psycho stumbles and falls onto the Spanish announce table as Crystal Z holds herself in pain, fighting to get to her feet. Psycho shoves off the table, gathering up another monitor and HURLING it at Crystal, nailing her in the chest with enough force to knock her right back off her feet!
Psycho then dislodges some ring steps and hefts the heavy steel over her head. She gets a running start for Christina as the champ gets to her feet and nails her square in the shoulder, sending her right off her feet and clutching it with a wail of pain! Her right shoulder seems dislocated as she fights to get up once again and Psycho takes full advantage, locking on a painful and very crude improvised armbar, pulling on that socket and causing Christina excruciating agony! Crystal is in tears as she finds the one thing that could very well save her life, a staple gun! She pumps several rapid shot staples into Psycho's hand until finally, Psycho is forced to let go, over a dozen staples punched into the back of her bleeding hand. She gets to her feet, hand shaking, then turns rearing back her fist only to eat FLASHING LIGHTS KICK!!! Psycho spins around, draped across the table and Crystal gathers her up, the Spanish announcers backing away as she pulls Psycho up and hits THE ROCK N' ROLL DDT! The two fall through the table with Psycho knocked out cold! Christina rolls her over and drapes an arm over her for the 1-2-3!!
WINNER AND STILL HARDCORE CHAMPION: CHRISTINA ZDUNICH!!!!
Spazz: Are you fucking kidding me?
Koss: Fifty bucks, little man, put that cash in my hand!
Spazz: Sometimes, I hate you you fat fuck, especially when you rip off my lines!
Koss: *laughs*
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The scene cuts backstage where Jesse Styles is seen with a beautiful woman who's arm is wrapped around his waist. The two of them are seen kind of off to them self's.Jesse Styles: Mrs Jesse Styles.Styles last time we where here for a Southern Rebellion show it was a house show. But, tonight baby we are here at the Rebel arena in Rome Georgia for Savage Thursday. It is did I mention live? Damn I feel like I am cutting a advertisement for the show or something.
Jesse smiles a half smile as the woman cuddling up to him has now been known to be his newly wed wife Scarlet Styles. She looks around then looks up at Jesse.
Scarlet Styles: That night was amazing you and Chris really showed them what you guys can do. Just like Tonight babe you will go out there and show them no one can stop you!!!
Jesse looks at his wife up and down then over at the cameras obviously filming them.
Jesse Styles: Rome Georgia this here is my wife Scarlet Styles a multiple time champion in the world of wrestling in her own right. However she is lets say taking time off. So tonight it's about me kicking some tail and putting on a show for all of you. As for last week at the house show yes it was amazing to team with my brother Chris who I am sure is home watching and more than likely gritting his teeth because he is not booked. Hey little bro here in this company I don't book the shows sorry my guy.
Jesse looks at the camera with a surprised look and then at his wife with the same surprised look.
Jesse Styles: Dang, you all will have to excuse my wife she has a little jet lag so she's being well very honest. Which you know what this business needs is more honesty. Rose is my opponent tonight and everything my lovely wife Scarlet said is true. But, I will add a couple of things onto that. For you see Rose I am the big dog of the Styles name and tonight you will get bitten. I am a lot more bite then bark trust me on this. Oh but Rose don't think I am talking about being playful Miss Deadly... No, no and more no. When I say bitten it's a metaphor for me whooping that ass! Which will be exactly what I do tonight as you are just a tiny obstacle in my way. And, a tiny obstacle that I plan to move so I can continue my climb here in SRW.
With that being said Jesse holds his hand out as a member of the SRW staff brought him and his Wife bottled waters. But, the male staff member kind of hesitated to hand Jesse's wife a bottled water which got Jesse's attention.
Jesse Styles: Something wrong there uh **Looks and notices a legit name tag** Ted?
Ted: Uh, well sir she doesn't have a pass around her neck. Which means she can't be back here since she is not under contract.
Jesse removes his wife's right hand from his side then grabs the other bottle of water out of Teds hand. After having done that he handed it to his wife who took a nice long drink and then she just smiled at Ted.
Jesse Styles: Ted what do you do here at SRW?
Ted: I uh am a Assistant to talent relations...
Jesse Styles: Well do me a favor and go get my wife a pass before you anger me.
Scarlet Styles: I would listen to him Ted or well you might end up just like his opponent Rose will later tonight...
Ted kind of gulps to show he is a bit scared and even takes several steps back. Jesse now has his arms crossed and Scarlet is just glaring at him.
Ted: Yeah, you know what I think I uh will just go get her that pass now.
Jesse Styles: Good Ted you do that. My wife and I will be right here spending time together before my match but don't make me wait to long.
Ted: Alright.. I am going right now.
Ted actually turns his back to them and starts to legit jog down the hallway. Perhaps in fear or perhaps he just wanted to make Jesse and Scarlet happy. Ether way he was jogging to get her a pass. Jesse and Scarlet then went back to cuddling up and the cameras faded back to the ringside area.
Koss: Now Ted's a nice guy. He doesn't deserve that!
Spazz: He fucked up dawg! Should've brought her a name tag ASA-Motherfucking-P!!
Koss: Be that as it may, that's no way to treat staff!
Spazz: HEY TED! BRING ME A MOTHERFUCKING SANDWICH!!!
Jesse Styles looks out to the crowd and winks at his wife who is in the front row with a few event security members not to far from her. Rose kind of laughs at him saying something about “You best focus on Beautiful and Deadly”.. Jesse smiles a half smile at Rose then walks to the center of the ring as he takes his left boot and kind of draws a line in the sand so to speak. Jesse after doing that motions for Rose to bring it. Rose smiles as she then comes to the center of the ring stand on the other side of the well invisible side of the sand and hits Jesse with a hard left hand which knocks Jesse to one knee. Jesse holds the right side of his face looking out at his wife and the fans saying “Damn she can hit!” He then quickly gets back to his feet once again smiling a half smile as he stops looking to his left and his right getting the fans attention then motions for Rose to bring it yet again. Rose charges towards Jesse this time obviously not happy from the way he has been acting towards her and she drills Jesse with a running left forearm which knocks Jesse through the middle ropes and to the outside. Jesse landed on his feet though nodding his head and saying “Alright then.” The fans begin to chant STYLES… STYLES...STYLES… Rose puts her hands over her ears trying not to listen as Jesse rolls back in the ring seeming happy over the fans chanting his last name. But, he was a bit distracted and Rose hit him with a running SPEAR!!! Jesse has been knocked off his feet and Rose with the pin! 1-2-NOPE!
Jesse Styles kicks out at two and Rose now slams her fists into his chest as he is down as she is obviously frustrated that she couldn’t beat him right then and there. Jesse looks to be hurt a little as he tries to cover up from the punches. Finally Rose brings Jesse back to his feet and looks to continue her punches with a hard left hand but Jesse Styles ducks it and he smiles? As Rose turns and manages to be quick enough to nail a right hand which connects to the side of Jesse’s face but he only kind of staggers then smiles once again at her. She now charges at Jesse but he grabs her and T BONE SUPLEX!!! Jesse sends Rose flying across the ring and she lands hard on her back. Now Styles nips up back to his feet getting a big reaction from the fans as he slaps his left shoulder then his right and as Rose gets to her feet he drops her with a SPEAR OF HIS OWN!!!! Styles decides to get back to his feet and not go for the cover though!
Rose is still down as Jesse takes a fighting position clapping his hands together urging Rose to get back to her feet and she slowly does using the ring ropes as help. Jesse now moves in hitting several knife edge chops across Rose's upper chest and then kneeing her in the gut and WHAM A VERY FAST DDT DROPS ROSE ON THE MAT! Jesse stands back up looking out at the fans as he holds his right hand to his ear to signal he can’t hear them and the Styles...Styles...Styles chants break out again. While this was going on Rose got to her feet grabbing Styles from behind and GERMAN SUPLEXING HIM ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! Jesse is down but Rose drops to one knee unable to seize the moment after what she has just endured!
Neither of them are completely up to their feet but Jesse is up to one knee and Rose is still down on one knee. Now both of them come to their feet at the same time and they begin exchanging hands. Neither backing down and after a very good series of letting their hands fly it’s Jesse who has the advantage knocking Rose off balance and WHAM HYPE KICK!!!!!!! He looks at the downed Rose realizing she is out and could pin her but he then looks over and points at the top turnbuckle the fans cheer loudly so Jesse walks over and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle managing to land safely on it. He then turns himself around and LEAPS OFF HITTING HIS DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!! A beautiful five star frog splash and now Jesse pins Rose! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JESSE STYLES!!!
IN-RING SEGMENT
After the ring had been cleared, 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 boos the second generation star. Halo follows behind her looking stoic and simply ready to go seemingly paying the boo birds no attention at all. 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. Both obtain microphones and walk to the middle of the ring.
Halo: How y’all doin’ tonight?
She grins and then nods to herself as B-Brat steps forward.
B-Brat: Yo, yo, yo, yo, YO! Y’all see my girl take down the champ? Now dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout because she is THE champ, feel me?
Halo waves a hand to calm her hype master.
Halo: Y’all ain’t gonna start askin’ who dat girl now are ya? I really don’t wanna infringe on Diamond Caldwell’s gimmick like that especially when she’s a family friend and all.
B-Brat shrugs.
B-Brat: Would I do that?
Halo just stares at her and B-Brat starts to laugh.
B-Brat: Come ON! You beat Sam Tolson, how can that NOT be shouted from the rafters and…
Something New by Girls Aloud hits over the public address system as the fans erupt into loud boos. As out from the back steps the Queen B Bianca Davis who does her trademark smug wave to the fans like she's on the stage at a beauty pageant. Dressed to the nines as always wearing a pink dress, silver high heel pumps, and a sliver chanel handbag and tiara. As she continues her strut down to the ring taking the time to taunt the fans as before giving them a talk to the hand motion. As she soon stops before the steps, ordering a stage hand to lower the ropes for her which he does as she struts up the steps and enters the ring, and soon demands a microphone as she motions for her music to cut. As she rolls her eyes at the booing fans as she waits for them to quiet down before placing the microphone up to her prefect glossed lips.
Bianca Davis: Well congrats you beat the butch uggo champion of the world Samantha Tolson miss waltz in here and gets a title shot. Now, that is good and all I mean really give her a round of applause everyone?
The fans give a mixed reaction and Halo simply shakes her head.
Halo: Is y’all actually gonna get to a point or ya just gonna shit all over names you should be puttin’ respect on like Sam By God Tolson?
Bianca rolls her eyes before giving a talk to the hand motion..
Bianca Davis: First of all rude second of all cute I am here to address you. See Melinda once again doesn’t put her hottest start on the show in favor of the freaks of the night that she likes to keep around here. I mean lets face it when it comes to drawing eyeballs I do that. And soon enough those eyeballs will be looking at a champion. Because it has been far too long since this company had a true champion, I mean like me.
The fans boo loudly as Bianca rolls her eyes in disgust.
Bianca Davis: Because, playtime is over I am done watching others take the spotlight which rightfully and truly belongs to me. It's all about the Queen B, and the sooner you realise it the better off you and every one of these hashtag basics will be. So how about you defend that title against me?
Halo just stares out at Bianca.
Halo: So… all of this crap is just you trying to con me into giving you a title shot, First Class versus No Class?
Bianca smirks, before saying.
Bianca Davis: I mean if you're scared I understand I mean the last time someone First class challenged you for a title well you and I both knew what happened right? It's about time I brought some class back to this company because it so needs it.
Halo: Yeah, Nobility got it’s ever-lovin’ ass kicked, but y’all talkin’ about Vro, ain’t ya? Well I know where this is goin’ and I know you ain’t gonna stop so, fuck it, let’s do it! If they see fit to let us set to killin’ each other for these people’s amusement, who am I to stand in the way of that?
Bianca smirks proudly as she then says.
Bianca Davis: And you just signed away that title, and don’t worry it will be in very good hands. Until then do keep it warm and shine up properly for me will you? It’s the least you can do in your situation. So when this is signed you can bow to the Queen B, your soon to be new Ascendant Champion!
Halo glares down at Bianca as the Queen B turns and walks out with a new strut in her step, somehow managing to be even more Bianca than she was when she first walked out. Halo shakes her head in disgust, visibly sickened at the sight of the Queen B’s backside sashaying back up the aisle to the entryway. Bianca pauses just at the doorway to give Halo one last smirk before fully taking her leave for the evening.
Spazz: Dream on, bitch!
Koss: Love her or hate her, Halo has proven time and again to be one of the better champions on the roster. I think she really doesn't need the tricks and traps to be a legit champion. If she'd just get B-Brat to back off and stop stealing her thunder as it were, the fans would probably like her alot more.
Spazz: B-Brat's a game changer. I wouldn't take a chick like that away from ringside!
-AURORA ZAMBROTTA-VS-SALLY MAST-Jesse Styles kicks out at two and Rose now slams her fists into his chest as he is down as she is obviously frustrated that she couldn’t beat him right then and there. Jesse looks to be hurt a little as he tries to cover up from the punches. Finally Rose brings Jesse back to his feet and looks to continue her punches with a hard left hand but Jesse Styles ducks it and he smiles? As Rose turns and manages to be quick enough to nail a right hand which connects to the side of Jesse’s face but he only kind of staggers then smiles once again at her. She now charges at Jesse but he grabs her and T BONE SUPLEX!!! Jesse sends Rose flying across the ring and she lands hard on her back. Now Styles nips up back to his feet getting a big reaction from the fans as he slaps his left shoulder then his right and as Rose gets to her feet he drops her with a SPEAR OF HIS OWN!!!! Styles decides to get back to his feet and not go for the cover though!
Rose is still down as Jesse takes a fighting position clapping his hands together urging Rose to get back to her feet and she slowly does using the ring ropes as help. Jesse now moves in hitting several knife edge chops across Rose's upper chest and then kneeing her in the gut and WHAM A VERY FAST DDT DROPS ROSE ON THE MAT! Jesse stands back up looking out at the fans as he holds his right hand to his ear to signal he can’t hear them and the Styles...Styles...Styles chants break out again. While this was going on Rose got to her feet grabbing Styles from behind and GERMAN SUPLEXING HIM ONTO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!!! Jesse is down but Rose drops to one knee unable to seize the moment after what she has just endured!
Neither of them are completely up to their feet but Jesse is up to one knee and Rose is still down on one knee. Now both of them come to their feet at the same time and they begin exchanging hands. Neither backing down and after a very good series of letting their hands fly it’s Jesse who has the advantage knocking Rose off balance and WHAM HYPE KICK!!!!!!! He looks at the downed Rose realizing she is out and could pin her but he then looks over and points at the top turnbuckle the fans cheer loudly so Jesse walks over and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle managing to land safely on it. He then turns himself around and LEAPS OFF HITTING HIS DEATH FROM ABOVE!!!! A beautiful five star frog splash and now Jesse pins Rose! 1-2-3!!!
WINNER BY PINFALL: JESSE STYLES!!!
Spazz: Rose brought it on hard but Jesse Styles showed he can go harder!!!
Koss: That Hype Kick is well... very hype indeed!
Spazz: Knocked her fuckin' soul outta' her body son! The Frog Splash was just somethin' with a little extra stank on it for the fans!
Koss: That Hype Kick is well... very hype indeed!
Spazz: Knocked her fuckin' soul outta' her body son! The Frog Splash was just somethin' with a little extra stank on it for the fans!
IN-RING SEGMENT
Halo: How y’all doin’ tonight?
She grins and then nods to herself as B-Brat steps forward.
B-Brat: Yo, yo, yo, yo, YO! Y’all see my girl take down the champ? Now dat’s what I’m talkin’ bout because she is THE champ, feel me?
Halo waves a hand to calm her hype master.
Halo: Y’all ain’t gonna start askin’ who dat girl now are ya? I really don’t wanna infringe on Diamond Caldwell’s gimmick like that especially when she’s a family friend and all.
B-Brat shrugs.
B-Brat: Would I do that?
Halo just stares at her and B-Brat starts to laugh.
B-Brat: Come ON! You beat Sam Tolson, how can that NOT be shouted from the rafters and…
Something New by Girls Aloud hits over the public address system as the fans erupt into loud boos. As out from the back steps the Queen B Bianca Davis who does her trademark smug wave to the fans like she's on the stage at a beauty pageant. Dressed to the nines as always wearing a pink dress, silver high heel pumps, and a sliver chanel handbag and tiara. As she continues her strut down to the ring taking the time to taunt the fans as before giving them a talk to the hand motion. As she soon stops before the steps, ordering a stage hand to lower the ropes for her which he does as she struts up the steps and enters the ring, and soon demands a microphone as she motions for her music to cut. As she rolls her eyes at the booing fans as she waits for them to quiet down before placing the microphone up to her prefect glossed lips.
Bianca Davis: Well congrats you beat the butch uggo champion of the world Samantha Tolson miss waltz in here and gets a title shot. Now, that is good and all I mean really give her a round of applause everyone?
The fans give a mixed reaction and Halo simply shakes her head.
Halo: Is y’all actually gonna get to a point or ya just gonna shit all over names you should be puttin’ respect on like Sam By God Tolson?
Bianca rolls her eyes before giving a talk to the hand motion..
Bianca Davis: First of all rude second of all cute I am here to address you. See Melinda once again doesn’t put her hottest start on the show in favor of the freaks of the night that she likes to keep around here. I mean lets face it when it comes to drawing eyeballs I do that. And soon enough those eyeballs will be looking at a champion. Because it has been far too long since this company had a true champion, I mean like me.
The fans boo loudly as Bianca rolls her eyes in disgust.
Bianca Davis: Because, playtime is over I am done watching others take the spotlight which rightfully and truly belongs to me. It's all about the Queen B, and the sooner you realise it the better off you and every one of these hashtag basics will be. So how about you defend that title against me?
Halo just stares out at Bianca.
Halo: So… all of this crap is just you trying to con me into giving you a title shot, First Class versus No Class?
Bianca smirks, before saying.
Bianca Davis: I mean if you're scared I understand I mean the last time someone First class challenged you for a title well you and I both knew what happened right? It's about time I brought some class back to this company because it so needs it.
Halo: Yeah, Nobility got it’s ever-lovin’ ass kicked, but y’all talkin’ about Vro, ain’t ya? Well I know where this is goin’ and I know you ain’t gonna stop so, fuck it, let’s do it! If they see fit to let us set to killin’ each other for these people’s amusement, who am I to stand in the way of that?
Bianca smirks proudly as she then says.
Bianca Davis: And you just signed away that title, and don’t worry it will be in very good hands. Until then do keep it warm and shine up properly for me will you? It’s the least you can do in your situation. So when this is signed you can bow to the Queen B, your soon to be new Ascendant Champion!
Halo glares down at Bianca as the Queen B turns and walks out with a new strut in her step, somehow managing to be even more Bianca than she was when she first walked out. Halo shakes her head in disgust, visibly sickened at the sight of the Queen B’s backside sashaying back up the aisle to the entryway. Bianca pauses just at the doorway to give Halo one last smirk before fully taking her leave for the evening.
Spazz: Dream on, bitch!
Koss: Love her or hate her, Halo has proven time and again to be one of the better champions on the roster. I think she really doesn't need the tricks and traps to be a legit champion. If she'd just get B-Brat to back off and stop stealing her thunder as it were, the fans would probably like her alot more.
Spazz: B-Brat's a game changer. I wouldn't take a chick like that away from ringside!
Immediately Aurora bull rushes Sally who halts her by dropping to her knees with a time out and saying, "WOAH WOAH WOAH WOAH! HOLD UP!!! WAIT A SEC..." She asks the referee for a moment as she adjusts her boots and pads, then nods. Once more Aurora rushes at her and Sally promptly drops down going "NONONONONONONO!" The crowd boos and Aurora looks a bit confused. Sally complains about a small cramp to the referee. After a moment of working her calf muscle, she pops back up, looking ready and able. Aurora once again rushes in and is halted by another protest. This time, however, she doesn't stop and grabs Sally who promptly stomps her foot, kicks her shin, and drives a thumb right into Aurora's eye, then tries for a fast and dirty roll up pin! Aurora kicks out and gets to her feet in a blinded rage, swinging for the fences. Sally dances around her, catching her foe with the random odd kick and forearm shot. After several failed attempts to do so, Aurora catches Sally's leg and just as it seems she's pulling her into a clothesline, Sally bends backwards, locking her thighs around Aurora's hips. She squeezes with all her leg strength and as Aurora tries to pry those legs apart, Sally sits up and hits her with several stiff forearm shots, then unlocks her legs and pulls her down to the canvas for a crossface, but Aurora rolls forward out of it, straight to her feet! She spins around and kicks Sally square in the face to a huge pop from the crowd!
Aurora gathers her stunned foe up and drops her with a Military Press Slam! Sally pops up and falls right back down, clutching her guts and kicking her legs. Aurora backs up, sizes her up as she gets back to her feet and rushes at her going for the SAMMARINESE WRECKING BALL BUT NO!!! SALLY DIVES UNDER HER!!! Sally slides to the middle of the ring as Aurora goes flying out with so much momentum that she hits the ring barricade, driving it into the shins of the fans. She lays there for several seconds, clutching at her shoulder in pain as Sally rises with a wicked grin, tapping her temple. Sally slides out and as Aurora gets to one knee, she eats several kicks to her injured shoulder, followed by a dropkick sending her up and over the guard rail and into the laps of a few fans! As Aurora gets back up, Sally hops onto the nearby ring apron and then leaps off with a METEORA TO THE FACE! Fans are scattered as the two practically bowl them over. Aurora falls squarely into a chair that flips back from the combined weight of the two women!
Sally, hearing the ref's count getting close, hops the ring barricade and gets back into the ring, doing a little victory dance. However her eyes go wide when she sees an angry Aurora climbing onto the apron! She rushes in with forearm shots, trying to keep her out for the remainder of the count, but a headbutt sends her flailing back across the ring to the center. Aurora then climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a CRASH LANDING, driving Sally straight to the canvas in a crumpled heap! Aurora pumps her fist and celebrates the hit, turning to see Sally rolling out of the ring and trying to escape through the crowd. Aurora exits the ring and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back only to get doused in the face with a fan's soda!!!
Blinded, she's easy prey for a SUPERKICK, snapping her head back and dropping her against the apron. Sally grabs Aurora by her hair, yanking her back and slamming her head right into the ring apron! Aurora's head snaps back and she stumbles back into the ring barricade. There Sally viciously and violently stomps on Aurora then leans down and produces a pair of handcuffs while the ref is unable to see. Hooking Aurora's arm behind her back and cuffing it to the ring barricade! With the count nearing once more, Sally rolls back into the ring as Aurora comes back to her senses. She tries to get up but can't as her hand is cuffed to the barricade! Aurora, now in a fit of rage, proceeds to yank and pull on the barricade as the ref continues counting down, until finally pulling the barricade apart!! With the bars cuffed to her wrist, she rushes back to the ring but it's too little too late as the Referee hits the 10 count and calls for the bell!!!
WINNER BY COUNT OUT: SALLY MAST!!!
Aurora, roars as she slides into the ring with a section of ring barricade in hand, still cuffed to her wrist! She chases Sally out of the ring and despite an awkward exit, follows her close behind to the backstage area!
Spazz: Holy fuck, that was funny! BAHAHAHAHAHA.... Aurora's gonna' have to get that fucker cut off!
Koss: What dirty, underhanded pool! How in the hell do you miss that, ref?!
Spazz: Like he knows what the fuck is going on there. You stand up in that ring and try to see through a big booty like that. From where he was standing, she looked like she was just frustrated as fuck!
CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIPAurora gathers her stunned foe up and drops her with a Military Press Slam! Sally pops up and falls right back down, clutching her guts and kicking her legs. Aurora backs up, sizes her up as she gets back to her feet and rushes at her going for the SAMMARINESE WRECKING BALL BUT NO!!! SALLY DIVES UNDER HER!!! Sally slides to the middle of the ring as Aurora goes flying out with so much momentum that she hits the ring barricade, driving it into the shins of the fans. She lays there for several seconds, clutching at her shoulder in pain as Sally rises with a wicked grin, tapping her temple. Sally slides out and as Aurora gets to one knee, she eats several kicks to her injured shoulder, followed by a dropkick sending her up and over the guard rail and into the laps of a few fans! As Aurora gets back up, Sally hops onto the nearby ring apron and then leaps off with a METEORA TO THE FACE! Fans are scattered as the two practically bowl them over. Aurora falls squarely into a chair that flips back from the combined weight of the two women!
Sally, hearing the ref's count getting close, hops the ring barricade and gets back into the ring, doing a little victory dance. However her eyes go wide when she sees an angry Aurora climbing onto the apron! She rushes in with forearm shots, trying to keep her out for the remainder of the count, but a headbutt sends her flailing back across the ring to the center. Aurora then climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a CRASH LANDING, driving Sally straight to the canvas in a crumpled heap! Aurora pumps her fist and celebrates the hit, turning to see Sally rolling out of the ring and trying to escape through the crowd. Aurora exits the ring and grabs her by the hair, pulling her back only to get doused in the face with a fan's soda!!!
Blinded, she's easy prey for a SUPERKICK, snapping her head back and dropping her against the apron. Sally grabs Aurora by her hair, yanking her back and slamming her head right into the ring apron! Aurora's head snaps back and she stumbles back into the ring barricade. There Sally viciously and violently stomps on Aurora then leans down and produces a pair of handcuffs while the ref is unable to see. Hooking Aurora's arm behind her back and cuffing it to the ring barricade! With the count nearing once more, Sally rolls back into the ring as Aurora comes back to her senses. She tries to get up but can't as her hand is cuffed to the barricade! Aurora, now in a fit of rage, proceeds to yank and pull on the barricade as the ref continues counting down, until finally pulling the barricade apart!! With the bars cuffed to her wrist, she rushes back to the ring but it's too little too late as the Referee hits the 10 count and calls for the bell!!!
WINNER BY COUNT OUT: SALLY MAST!!!
Aurora, roars as she slides into the ring with a section of ring barricade in hand, still cuffed to her wrist! She chases Sally out of the ring and despite an awkward exit, follows her close behind to the backstage area!
Spazz: Holy fuck, that was funny! BAHAHAHAHAHA.... Aurora's gonna' have to get that fucker cut off!
Koss: What dirty, underhanded pool! How in the hell do you miss that, ref?!
Spazz: Like he knows what the fuck is going on there. You stand up in that ring and try to see through a big booty like that. From where he was standing, she looked like she was just frustrated as fuck!
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
The camera finds Monty Proust standing in the interview area waiting as the two members of the SMC Riot Group, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal and Jackie “Bandit” Layton. The two take their places on either side of him, neither woman looking particularly happy to see him.
Bullet: ¿Quiubo, Mounty?
Monty frowns at them.
Monty: My name is Monty…
Bandit cuts him off before he can say anything else.
Bandit: Shut up, Mounty, nobody cares. Besides, you did SUCH a good job of putting us over last show like you were supposed to, we decided we should return the favor.
Bullet nods harshly.
Bullet: We wasted your time, did we?
Monty just stares back at them.
Monty: You just stood there and…
Bandit cuts him off again.
Bandit: Did it ever occur to you in your little pea-sized balls that we did not need to say anything because we were already ready to go to war for the Southern Cross Tag team Championships and so were Wildside?
Bullet waves her hand dismissively.
Bullet: Why would that have ever occurred to him? It was much easier to simply wave a hand, say we had shown we did not care and dismiss is in front of the new boss, who apparently places great stock into your thoughts, Mounty, because he immediately demoted us from the main event slot for no real reason without even bothering to say anything to us first!
Bandit nods pointedly.
Bandit: So we just wanted to thank you, Mounty, ahead of our next match against three other teams including Wildside. Here we are, two-time Southern Cross Tag Team Champions, getting a chance to become the first three-time champions, having had to jump through more hoops than anyone else in the history do this company regardless of who was running it or what name it was running under, you, a shady little bitch backstage interviewer decided after one little interview that you did not like that we weren’t worthy of a main event anymore…
Bullet: We only had to wait a year to finally get the title shot we earned three separate times before we got it and got passed over for every other team in the company, but no, we did not put in the work to get there. We deserve nothing. We went over to Hybrid to chase the putas that were doing damage to the name and we deserve nothing!
She nods at the thunderstruck Monty.
Bullet: Gracias, Mounty, we will now show you and everyone else what should have been evident a year ago! We will show Wildside, the Pridefighterz, Faye Lange, Summer the Warrior Princess, Jackson, Melinda Rhodes, you and whoever else we need to show that what happened on the last show was a travesty and it should never happen again!
She leans in closely, crowding Monty.
Bullet: ¿Entiendes, Monty?
Monty stares at her, still in shock.
Monty: What?
Bullet glares at him even more harshly than before.
Bullet: ¿Entiendes, si o no? ¿Entiendes?
Monty: What?
Bandit grabs him and shoves him up against the wall.
Bandit: Say “what” again, I fucking dare you!
A flash of anger pops from the Englishman's face as he holds up and then points a finger right at the two former champions.
Monty: Hold the bloody phone. First, I haven't spoken bloody Spanish in over a decade, so chill the bloody fuck out. FURTHERMORE, I will not be talked down to like a common dog!
Bandit starts to speak and Monty doesn't let her.
Monty: SHUT IT. I had nothing to do with your match placement, that was all the work of Mr. Jackson. Furthermore, I will not tolerate your treatment of me any further and before you even think of assaulting me, know that everything here is recorded and can be used in a court of law. Do you want your title shots revoked because of a little thing like GETTING ARRESTED?! No, I don't think so.
He's shuddering with anger, fists clenched tight, but he straightens his spine and lifts his chin, giving the British stiff upper lip.
Monty: I don't like to fight, but I am a bloody human being and I'm going to say this here and now, if you're not going to treat me with a modicum of respect, do not come into my interview area. I will walk away and leave you high and dry. Perhaps Mrs. Rhodes should find some spineless simp of a human being to stand in for me so that the ruffians can feel better and sate their insecurities by bullying those smaller and weaker than they are. I can only hope that my interview with the champions goes a bit smoother than this. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take a tea break to calm my nerves.
Monty walks off from an incredulous Riot Squad and before the camera can move back to ringside, it pans over to show Summer, Warrior Princess, standing there, looking stricken.
Summer: Thanks alot, Jerkfaces!
She then turns and storms off as the camera looks back to the two of them looking at each other with dumbstruck expressions on their faces. We cut back to ringside!
Koss: Oh my god! That was great!
Spazz: MONTY THE MONSTER UP IN HERE!!! That motherfucker just schooled them to their faces! I always thought he was a limp wristed panzy, but holy fuck did the claws come out there! I'm a fan of that dude now!
Koss: Never assume that because someone talks for a living they won't stand up for themselves. Riot Squad just learned a valuable lesson here.
Spazz: How'd they get it in their head that he decided anything? Brad Jackson and Melinda Rhodes do all the decision making up in here.
Koss: I'm just as puzzled as you are, Spazz-O.
Bullet: ¿Quiubo, Mounty?
Monty frowns at them.
Monty: My name is Monty…
Bandit cuts him off before he can say anything else.
Bandit: Shut up, Mounty, nobody cares. Besides, you did SUCH a good job of putting us over last show like you were supposed to, we decided we should return the favor.
Bullet nods harshly.
Bullet: We wasted your time, did we?
Monty just stares back at them.
Monty: You just stood there and…
Bandit cuts him off again.
Bandit: Did it ever occur to you in your little pea-sized balls that we did not need to say anything because we were already ready to go to war for the Southern Cross Tag team Championships and so were Wildside?
Bullet waves her hand dismissively.
Bullet: Why would that have ever occurred to him? It was much easier to simply wave a hand, say we had shown we did not care and dismiss is in front of the new boss, who apparently places great stock into your thoughts, Mounty, because he immediately demoted us from the main event slot for no real reason without even bothering to say anything to us first!
Bandit nods pointedly.
Bandit: So we just wanted to thank you, Mounty, ahead of our next match against three other teams including Wildside. Here we are, two-time Southern Cross Tag Team Champions, getting a chance to become the first three-time champions, having had to jump through more hoops than anyone else in the history do this company regardless of who was running it or what name it was running under, you, a shady little bitch backstage interviewer decided after one little interview that you did not like that we weren’t worthy of a main event anymore…
Bullet: We only had to wait a year to finally get the title shot we earned three separate times before we got it and got passed over for every other team in the company, but no, we did not put in the work to get there. We deserve nothing. We went over to Hybrid to chase the putas that were doing damage to the name and we deserve nothing!
She nods at the thunderstruck Monty.
Bullet: Gracias, Mounty, we will now show you and everyone else what should have been evident a year ago! We will show Wildside, the Pridefighterz, Faye Lange, Summer the Warrior Princess, Jackson, Melinda Rhodes, you and whoever else we need to show that what happened on the last show was a travesty and it should never happen again!
She leans in closely, crowding Monty.
Bullet: ¿Entiendes, Monty?
Monty stares at her, still in shock.
Monty: What?
Bullet glares at him even more harshly than before.
Bullet: ¿Entiendes, si o no? ¿Entiendes?
Monty: What?
Bandit grabs him and shoves him up against the wall.
Bandit: Say “what” again, I fucking dare you!
A flash of anger pops from the Englishman's face as he holds up and then points a finger right at the two former champions.
Bandit starts to speak and Monty doesn't let her.
Monty: SHUT IT. I had nothing to do with your match placement, that was all the work of Mr. Jackson. Furthermore, I will not tolerate your treatment of me any further and before you even think of assaulting me, know that everything here is recorded and can be used in a court of law. Do you want your title shots revoked because of a little thing like GETTING ARRESTED?! No, I don't think so.
He's shuddering with anger, fists clenched tight, but he straightens his spine and lifts his chin, giving the British stiff upper lip.
Monty: I don't like to fight, but I am a bloody human being and I'm going to say this here and now, if you're not going to treat me with a modicum of respect, do not come into my interview area. I will walk away and leave you high and dry. Perhaps Mrs. Rhodes should find some spineless simp of a human being to stand in for me so that the ruffians can feel better and sate their insecurities by bullying those smaller and weaker than they are. I can only hope that my interview with the champions goes a bit smoother than this. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll take a tea break to calm my nerves.
Monty walks off from an incredulous Riot Squad and before the camera can move back to ringside, it pans over to show Summer, Warrior Princess, standing there, looking stricken.
Summer: Thanks alot, Jerkfaces!
She then turns and storms off as the camera looks back to the two of them looking at each other with dumbstruck expressions on their faces. We cut back to ringside!
Koss: Oh my god! That was great!
Spazz: MONTY THE MONSTER UP IN HERE!!! That motherfucker just schooled them to their faces! I always thought he was a limp wristed panzy, but holy fuck did the claws come out there! I'm a fan of that dude now!
Koss: Never assume that because someone talks for a living they won't stand up for themselves. Riot Squad just learned a valuable lesson here.
Spazz: How'd they get it in their head that he decided anything? Brad Jackson and Melinda Rhodes do all the decision making up in here.
Koss: I'm just as puzzled as you are, Spazz-O.
HARDCORE FATAL 4 WAY
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-MELISSA MAYE-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-SAVANNAH SUNSHINE-
The bell rings to get the match underway. Luther, who towers over the three women, snarls at them all. The women exchange glances, before Savannah & Melissa both charge him and take it turns firing kicks into the big man. Outnumbered, Luther tries to cover up, as he gets backed up against the ropes. Kate, meanwhile, has scooted to the adjacent apron, where she leaps onto the top rope and bounces off, hitting a missile dropkick causing Luther to tumble through the ropes to the outside! Esme goes to check on him, and the two start plotting outside as the three women inside the ring start exchanging moves. The action is high-paced and frenetic, and the crowd comes alive as the trio exchange the advantage. As the match goes on, Melissa & Savannah start working over the champion, but Kate surprises them, rolling out of the way of a double clothesline, hitting the ropes, and hitting a double lariat with either arm, sending the challengers to the floor. Kate hops up to the top rope, looking to dive out after them, before...
*CRACK*
Luther, who had been lurking outside all this time, snuck in behind Kate and walloped her spine with a kendo stick, obviously legal in a four-way match. Kate crumples off the turnbuckle to the floor, and Luther wraps the stick around Kate’s throat, choking the champion. Savannah slides back in, and grabs Kate’s leg, hooking in a single leg crab while she remains choked by Luther’s stick. As Kate wails and splutters, Maye has climbed to the top rope, where she hits a diving moonsault wiping out all three people below, careening off to the canvas, as everyone lays out flat and the crowd cheers!
Steele slowly rolls out to recover, as Maye is first back to her feet. Spying Sunshine getting to her feet, she yells out her name before running for her single leg dropkck finish! Savannah ducks, Maye crashes to the mat, and quickly finds herself wrenched into a cloverleaf. Maye yelps, trying to crawl to the ropes, only to eat a BIIIIIG elbow drop to the back from Luther, who then smacks Sunshine in the head to break the hold. He tosses Savannah out of the ring on top of Kate, who WAS getting up, and with the two laid out, he turns his attention to Maye. The 5’4” woman looks up at the Dutchman a foot and change taller than her, and defiantly yells that she;s not afraid of him, before wailing punch after punch into his midsection. It’s clearly agitating Luther, who swings at her, but she manages to evade, before firing more shots. Growling, Thunder grabs her by the throat, hoisting her up, before slamming her down with a chokeslam. He looks about to cover, but Sunshine is back in, and she smashes him in the back of the knee with a chop block, before getting him in a reverse leg hook. The leg is still likely banged up from what happened against CCM a few weeks ago, and Luther roars loudly, trying to shake Savannah off, but she clutches on for dear life. Luther uses his strength to push himself up off the canvas, arching his back, then violently shakes to the side, flinging Savannah off of him. As he stands, a little gingerly, he doesn’t see Kate on the top rope, putting her shush finger to her lips. As he gets up, she dives, smashing him with her top rope finisher, Silence is Golden! Kate covers, but whether it would have been enough will never be known, as Savannah breaks up the pin. This seems to annoy the champion, who pushes Sunshine, who pushes back, and then the two start chain wrestling, exchanging holds, which gives Luther a reprieve to roll out to the floor.
Maye comes back in, yelling loudly as she breaks up the little dosey-doe with a running crossbody on Kate. She turns to Savannah, and the two start exchanging knife edge chops. As Kate rolls away, she slides under the ropes onto the apron, looking no doubt for another springboard dive. However, Maye suddenly shoves Savannah back, who careens into Steele, knocking the champion to the floor! This angers Steele, who yanks Savannah out by the foot, yelling at her, and the two start brawling outside the ring! Spying the two of them fighting, Maye runs back, looking to bounce off the ropes to gain momentum for a dive, but runs straight into the big boot of Luther, who had slid in behind her! He yanks her up, hoisting her above his head by her arms, before dropping her with his crucifix powerbomb finisher, The Sword of Damocles! As Luther drops for a cover, Kate pushes Sunshine into the steel steps, and dives into the ring. She goes to break up the pin, but the referee’s hand hits the three before she can make it in time and the bell rings!
WINNER AND NEW CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
It takes a couple seconds for realization to hit Kate, before she yells out in frustration. Esme Thunder climbs into the ring, and as the official goes to hand the belt to Luther, she snatches it from his grasp, saying that is her job. Luther looks out at the crowd, raising his arms into a crucifix pose with a sick smile on his face as Esme fastens the belt around his waist. She then raises his arm.
Koss: LUTHER THUNDER TAKES THE TITLE!!!!
Spazz: The dude's built like Ursula if she were a man and just made a huge fuckin' statement here!
Koss: Indeed. Beware the Thunder!!!
-JULIET BLACK-VS-CHELSEA WINSTON-*CRACK*
Luther, who had been lurking outside all this time, snuck in behind Kate and walloped her spine with a kendo stick, obviously legal in a four-way match. Kate crumples off the turnbuckle to the floor, and Luther wraps the stick around Kate’s throat, choking the champion. Savannah slides back in, and grabs Kate’s leg, hooking in a single leg crab while she remains choked by Luther’s stick. As Kate wails and splutters, Maye has climbed to the top rope, where she hits a diving moonsault wiping out all three people below, careening off to the canvas, as everyone lays out flat and the crowd cheers!
Steele slowly rolls out to recover, as Maye is first back to her feet. Spying Sunshine getting to her feet, she yells out her name before running for her single leg dropkck finish! Savannah ducks, Maye crashes to the mat, and quickly finds herself wrenched into a cloverleaf. Maye yelps, trying to crawl to the ropes, only to eat a BIIIIIG elbow drop to the back from Luther, who then smacks Sunshine in the head to break the hold. He tosses Savannah out of the ring on top of Kate, who WAS getting up, and with the two laid out, he turns his attention to Maye. The 5’4” woman looks up at the Dutchman a foot and change taller than her, and defiantly yells that she;s not afraid of him, before wailing punch after punch into his midsection. It’s clearly agitating Luther, who swings at her, but she manages to evade, before firing more shots. Growling, Thunder grabs her by the throat, hoisting her up, before slamming her down with a chokeslam. He looks about to cover, but Sunshine is back in, and she smashes him in the back of the knee with a chop block, before getting him in a reverse leg hook. The leg is still likely banged up from what happened against CCM a few weeks ago, and Luther roars loudly, trying to shake Savannah off, but she clutches on for dear life. Luther uses his strength to push himself up off the canvas, arching his back, then violently shakes to the side, flinging Savannah off of him. As he stands, a little gingerly, he doesn’t see Kate on the top rope, putting her shush finger to her lips. As he gets up, she dives, smashing him with her top rope finisher, Silence is Golden! Kate covers, but whether it would have been enough will never be known, as Savannah breaks up the pin. This seems to annoy the champion, who pushes Sunshine, who pushes back, and then the two start chain wrestling, exchanging holds, which gives Luther a reprieve to roll out to the floor.
Maye comes back in, yelling loudly as she breaks up the little dosey-doe with a running crossbody on Kate. She turns to Savannah, and the two start exchanging knife edge chops. As Kate rolls away, she slides under the ropes onto the apron, looking no doubt for another springboard dive. However, Maye suddenly shoves Savannah back, who careens into Steele, knocking the champion to the floor! This angers Steele, who yanks Savannah out by the foot, yelling at her, and the two start brawling outside the ring! Spying the two of them fighting, Maye runs back, looking to bounce off the ropes to gain momentum for a dive, but runs straight into the big boot of Luther, who had slid in behind her! He yanks her up, hoisting her above his head by her arms, before dropping her with his crucifix powerbomb finisher, The Sword of Damocles! As Luther drops for a cover, Kate pushes Sunshine into the steel steps, and dives into the ring. She goes to break up the pin, but the referee’s hand hits the three before she can make it in time and the bell rings!
WINNER AND NEW CONQUEST CHAMPION: LUTHER THUNDER!!!!
It takes a couple seconds for realization to hit Kate, before she yells out in frustration. Esme Thunder climbs into the ring, and as the official goes to hand the belt to Luther, she snatches it from his grasp, saying that is her job. Luther looks out at the crowd, raising his arms into a crucifix pose with a sick smile on his face as Esme fastens the belt around his waist. She then raises his arm.
Koss: LUTHER THUNDER TAKES THE TITLE!!!!
Spazz: The dude's built like Ursula if she were a man and just made a huge fuckin' statement here!
Koss: Indeed. Beware the Thunder!!!
IN RING SEGMENT
#HEAR ME NNNNNOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!
#HEAR ME NNNNNOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!
"Imperium" by Machine Head roars over the house P/A as Ursula Von Rossbach steps out in a custom tailored black and bronze suit with gold tie, smart sunglasses, and black leather gloves. Her rather "punk" half-shaven hairstyle is at odds with her polished, professional appearance and yet it still came together rather nicely. She heads for the ring at her usual fast paced stride, entering with little in the way of fanfare as she gets straight to business with her microphone firmly in hand.
UVR: Ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears.
She pulls those shades from her face, folding them up one handed and hanging them on the lapel of her suit jacket.
UVR: I stand before you a twice removed champion with no gold to my name any longer. However, I am not defeated by these circumstances. I come to you tonight because I wish to make it perfectly clear that I have no designs currently to go for any other championship but the Queen of the South. I do not want Conquest, The Hardcore, Southern Cross, or Ascendant championships. My goal is 100 fold focused on the current champion herself, Samantha Tolson-Anderson.
Ursula turns to face the nearest camera, glaring upon that electronic eye with a fierce, determine gaze.
UVR: You and I have not always seen eye to eye, Samantha, but you did me a great disservice by taking from me the one prize I wanted more than anything. It is not the title you hold but in fact who you defeated for it. That was my shot you took and I intend to make you pay dearly for it when we cross for that title. Mrs. Anderson, all I can do to you is take the one thing that matters to you in this company, that golden strap upon your waist as painfully as I can possibly muster.
She leans over those ropes, not hiding an ounce of the anger and fury within her as she lets it out.
UVR: When our match has concluded, either we shall both be too broken to continue on as champion or I shall stand over your body holding my title aloft! I SHALL BECOME THE NEXT QUEEN OF THE SOUTH!
Ursula then tosses the microphone down and exits the ring.
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach is making a declaration of war on the Queen of the South Champion!!!
Spazz: Was it me or did she seem a little extra pissed there?
Koss: She feels Samantha Tolson-Anderson stole what believes is her right. I don't know if I agree with that view but it's hers to have and I won't contest her over it!
Spazz: Bigger and better than you have tried and died on that hill, no joke!
Koss: You've got that right!
UVR: Ladies and gentlemen, lend me your ears.
She pulls those shades from her face, folding them up one handed and hanging them on the lapel of her suit jacket.
UVR: I stand before you a twice removed champion with no gold to my name any longer. However, I am not defeated by these circumstances. I come to you tonight because I wish to make it perfectly clear that I have no designs currently to go for any other championship but the Queen of the South. I do not want Conquest, The Hardcore, Southern Cross, or Ascendant championships. My goal is 100 fold focused on the current champion herself, Samantha Tolson-Anderson.
Ursula turns to face the nearest camera, glaring upon that electronic eye with a fierce, determine gaze.
UVR: You and I have not always seen eye to eye, Samantha, but you did me a great disservice by taking from me the one prize I wanted more than anything. It is not the title you hold but in fact who you defeated for it. That was my shot you took and I intend to make you pay dearly for it when we cross for that title. Mrs. Anderson, all I can do to you is take the one thing that matters to you in this company, that golden strap upon your waist as painfully as I can possibly muster.
She leans over those ropes, not hiding an ounce of the anger and fury within her as she lets it out.
UVR: When our match has concluded, either we shall both be too broken to continue on as champion or I shall stand over your body holding my title aloft! I SHALL BECOME THE NEXT QUEEN OF THE SOUTH!
Ursula then tosses the microphone down and exits the ring.
Koss: Ursula Von Rossbach is making a declaration of war on the Queen of the South Champion!!!
Spazz: Was it me or did she seem a little extra pissed there?
Koss: She feels Samantha Tolson-Anderson stole what believes is her right. I don't know if I agree with that view but it's hers to have and I won't contest her over it!
Spazz: Bigger and better than you have tried and died on that hill, no joke!
Koss: You've got that right!
The bell rings with Chelsea sailing across the ring, blasting Juliet with every ounce of fire and fury she has, driving her back into the corner, but Juliet blocks a shot, spins, and slings Chelsea into the corner. There, she returns the favor but soon the two are trading shots despite the referee's protests. BARE KNUCKLE GLAM spins Chelsea around and Juliet promptly hits a German Suplex RIGHT INTO THE CORNER!! Chelsea crumples like a broken rag doll, falling to a seat. Juliet hops to her feet and runs in with a big knee shot, followed by several smaller ones to Chelsea's head. She then gathers her up and hits a British Back Drop, followed by a pin, but doesn't even let it get to a two count before pulling Chelsea up and slamming her head down on the canvas. She then rolls Chelsea over and locks on FADE 2 BLACK, but the tall Aussie manages to claw with her free arm and pull them both to the ropes, grabbing on for dear life. On a count of 4, Juliet breaks the hold and gives a parting stomp to the back of Chelsea's head before the ref forces her back the customary five or so feet.
The ref checks on Chelsea, then as he stands, Juliet hits a baseball slide kick to drive Chelsea right out of the ring to the floor below. The referee gets in Juliet's face and is met with a shove. Referee Moody warns her and is met with a BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!! He drops to the canvas in a heap as Juliet then proceeds to roll out of the ring, step to ringside where she shoves a fan out of their chair. She then gathers it, gets a running start, and rocks Chelsea right off her feet with a huge *WWWHACK!*
Dazed but knowing full well what happened to him, Referee Moody motions for the bell!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: CHELSEA WINSTON!!!!
Juliet tosses the chair down and flips the booing fans off with a smug smirk. She then leaves ringside, satisfied in the damage she wrought. However, she doesn't see Chelsea getting to her feet with pure rage on her face. She rushes in from behind, catching a surprised Juliet from behind and hitting a Russian Legsweep! Juliet gets up, swinging and Chelsea ducks it, hitting a DDT right on the unpadded concrete section of floor! With Juliet dazed, Chelsea then gathers her up and rams her head into the barricade in such a way, Juliet becomes stuck! Chelsea promptly kicks her several times in the ribs before Juliet pulls her head free! The two are on their feet having a severe back and forth brawl as tempers boil over. Security is called and soon the two are pulled to the back, separated by two groups of four burly security guards! Juliet decks one, Chelsea head butts another, and soon other members of the roster are coming out along with more security. The two are eventually pulled backstage!
Spazz: Fucking balls was that epic! Baller move by Juliet Black, but Chelsea came back and shoved it right back up Juli's ass!!
Koss: I believe we've just witnessed the birth of a war!
Far from the carnage, The camera finds Monty Proust standing in the interview area still recovering from his interview with the SMC Riot Group when the SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Champions walk into the shot looking just as pleased with Monty as the Shieldmaidens had before them. Seeing this, Monty raises a hand to try and calm them down.
Monty: Now, if you’re cross with me...
Seleana and Zenna both stare at him knowingly.
Zenna: Worried we’re going to have a go at you?
Monty nods sheepishly.
Monty: In a manner of speaking, Yes…
Seleana nods right back to him.
Seleana: Ja, du borde vara orolig för det. Du gör en höna av en fjäder.
Monty stands there, dumbfounded and confounded, not understanding a word Seleana has just said to him. Seeing this, Zenna nods almost understandingly.
Zenna: She said you should be worried about that because you make a hen out of a feather.
Monty frowns, still slightly confused.
Monty: Uh I beg your pardon, madam?
Seleana shakes her head, looking away in disgust.
Seleana: Han… ta sig vatten över huvudet.
Monty just looks to Zenna again.
Zenna: She said you take water over your head.
Monty: Look, I just…
Zenna raises a hand to stop him.
Zenna: We know you did not mean to disrespect us as you did on the last show. You just reacted and things were said and done in the what of the moment, that does not mean we have to be happy they happened, does it?
Monty contemplates the words and then shakes his head.
Monty: No, I suppose not. For what it's worth, I do apologize to you both. What I said was a bit terse and out of line.
Zenna nods approvingly.
Zenna: See, Sarabi… ingen ko på isen.
Seleana looks back and nods.
Seleana: Now we see if this has made us all shit in the blue locker as well, ja?
Zenna shrugs. Monty cocks his brow at Seleana's statement, but ultimately shrugs and decides it is better to roll with it.
Zenna: SMC Riot Group would probably say yes. Pridefighterz, Faye Lange and Summer Warrior Princess probably do not care one way or the other.
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: Ja, truth. All they will care about is that we bring the Southern Cross tag team Championships to this match and make them mean something. We worked for two years to get here and we will not have them taken away or their status taken away because the effort was not there.
Zenna nods her agreement.
Zenna: We owe that much to Kopadi, Bloody Fairytale, the Riot Group and all the teams that will not come for us. We owe it to ourselves and we owe it to everyone watching. We will come to this match and we will strive to show everyone that we are not nothing champions that deserved to get dropped in status because of one interview gone wrong!
Seleana nods her agreement.
Seleana: SMC Riot Group, Pridefighterz, Faye Lange and Summer Warrior Princess, it is time we show you what we are made of.
Zenna: It is time to welcome you to the Wildside.
Seleana: Välkommen till djungeln!
They walk off as Monty looks back to the camera with a smile.
Monty: Now see, that is how an intelligent person handles a problem. They have a little fun with it. Take it away at ringside, fellas!
Cut back to ringside.
Koss: I'm glad Monty came back to conduct at least one more interview tonight. I have always said that Wildside is by and large, classier than anyone ever gives them credit for.
Spazz: Plus they're hot AF and Zenna is a total babe!
Koss: She'd probably send your balls through the top of your head if you ever hit on her.
Spazz: At least she'd have touched 'em... *laughs*
MAIN EVENTThe ref checks on Chelsea, then as he stands, Juliet hits a baseball slide kick to drive Chelsea right out of the ring to the floor below. The referee gets in Juliet's face and is met with a shove. Referee Moody warns her and is met with a BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!! He drops to the canvas in a heap as Juliet then proceeds to roll out of the ring, step to ringside where she shoves a fan out of their chair. She then gathers it, gets a running start, and rocks Chelsea right off her feet with a huge *WWWHACK!*
Dazed but knowing full well what happened to him, Referee Moody motions for the bell!
WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION: CHELSEA WINSTON!!!!
Juliet tosses the chair down and flips the booing fans off with a smug smirk. She then leaves ringside, satisfied in the damage she wrought. However, she doesn't see Chelsea getting to her feet with pure rage on her face. She rushes in from behind, catching a surprised Juliet from behind and hitting a Russian Legsweep! Juliet gets up, swinging and Chelsea ducks it, hitting a DDT right on the unpadded concrete section of floor! With Juliet dazed, Chelsea then gathers her up and rams her head into the barricade in such a way, Juliet becomes stuck! Chelsea promptly kicks her several times in the ribs before Juliet pulls her head free! The two are on their feet having a severe back and forth brawl as tempers boil over. Security is called and soon the two are pulled to the back, separated by two groups of four burly security guards! Juliet decks one, Chelsea head butts another, and soon other members of the roster are coming out along with more security. The two are eventually pulled backstage!
Spazz: Fucking balls was that epic! Baller move by Juliet Black, but Chelsea came back and shoved it right back up Juli's ass!!
Koss: I believe we've just witnessed the birth of a war!
BACKSTAGE SEGMENT
Far from the carnage, The camera finds Monty Proust standing in the interview area still recovering from his interview with the SMC Riot Group when the SRW Southern Cross Tag Team Champions walk into the shot looking just as pleased with Monty as the Shieldmaidens had before them. Seeing this, Monty raises a hand to try and calm them down.
Monty: Now, if you’re cross with me...
Seleana and Zenna both stare at him knowingly.
Zenna: Worried we’re going to have a go at you?
Monty nods sheepishly.
Monty: In a manner of speaking, Yes…
Seleana nods right back to him.
Seleana: Ja, du borde vara orolig för det. Du gör en höna av en fjäder.
Monty stands there, dumbfounded and confounded, not understanding a word Seleana has just said to him. Seeing this, Zenna nods almost understandingly.
Zenna: She said you should be worried about that because you make a hen out of a feather.
Monty frowns, still slightly confused.
Monty: Uh I beg your pardon, madam?
Seleana shakes her head, looking away in disgust.
Seleana: Han… ta sig vatten över huvudet.
Monty just looks to Zenna again.
Zenna: She said you take water over your head.
Monty: Look, I just…
Zenna raises a hand to stop him.
Zenna: We know you did not mean to disrespect us as you did on the last show. You just reacted and things were said and done in the what of the moment, that does not mean we have to be happy they happened, does it?
Monty contemplates the words and then shakes his head.
Monty: No, I suppose not. For what it's worth, I do apologize to you both. What I said was a bit terse and out of line.
Zenna nods approvingly.
Zenna: See, Sarabi… ingen ko på isen.
Seleana looks back and nods.
Seleana: Now we see if this has made us all shit in the blue locker as well, ja?
Zenna shrugs. Monty cocks his brow at Seleana's statement, but ultimately shrugs and decides it is better to roll with it.
Zenna: SMC Riot Group would probably say yes. Pridefighterz, Faye Lange and Summer Warrior Princess probably do not care one way or the other.
Seleana nods slowly.
Seleana: Ja, truth. All they will care about is that we bring the Southern Cross tag team Championships to this match and make them mean something. We worked for two years to get here and we will not have them taken away or their status taken away because the effort was not there.
Zenna nods her agreement.
Zenna: We owe that much to Kopadi, Bloody Fairytale, the Riot Group and all the teams that will not come for us. We owe it to ourselves and we owe it to everyone watching. We will come to this match and we will strive to show everyone that we are not nothing champions that deserved to get dropped in status because of one interview gone wrong!
Seleana nods her agreement.
Seleana: SMC Riot Group, Pridefighterz, Faye Lange and Summer Warrior Princess, it is time we show you what we are made of.
Zenna: It is time to welcome you to the Wildside.
Seleana: Välkommen till djungeln!
They walk off as Monty looks back to the camera with a smile.
Monty: Now see, that is how an intelligent person handles a problem. They have a little fun with it. Take it away at ringside, fellas!
Cut back to ringside.
Koss: I'm glad Monty came back to conduct at least one more interview tonight. I have always said that Wildside is by and large, classier than anyone ever gives them credit for.
Spazz: Plus they're hot AF and Zenna is a total babe!
Koss: She'd probably send your balls through the top of your head if you ever hit on her.
Spazz: At least she'd have touched 'em... *laughs*
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
FOUR-WAY ELIMINATION TORNADO TAG MATCH
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-RIOT SQUAD-VS-THE PRIDE FIGHTERZ-VS-FAYE LANGE & SUMMER WARRIOR PRINCESS-
As soon as the bell rings, it's a madhouse. Everyone is after each other and fists are flying! Asher and Avery go right for Riot Squad. Avery firing away with rights and lefts on Bullet as Asher delivers stiff strikes and kicks to Bandit. It's all out war as these two brutal teams go head to head. Asher delivers a wicked Headbutt to Bandit before catching her with a Release German Suplex! The move stuns Bandit who slumps into a corner and tries to gain her bearings. Meanwhile, Avery has stunned Bullet with a Hangman's Calling! Switchblade Kick sends Bullet reeling as Asher and Avery very momentarily bump elbows with one another.
However, across the ring, more action is going on! Faye and Summer are working in tandem to eliminate half of Wildside! Summer nails Seleana with a Heat Stroke! Saito Suplex takes Seleana into a daze and Faye capitalizes on the opportunity. Gripping onto Seleana's hair as she tosses Seleana over the ropes! One member of Wildside sent out of the ring as Seleana rolls with a tumble. Zenna leans against the ropes as she glances at the fallen Seleana's figure and shakes her head slightly.
SELEANA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
With one of their targets eliminated, everyone wants in on the action. Asher bolts towards Zenna and attempts to eliminate her, but Summer refuses to allow him to do so. A swift Jumping High Kick to the back of Asher's head connects as he drops his hold on Zenna. Avery isn't too keen on watching her brother being attacked. Instantly lashing out at Summer, as Faye goes for Zenna. With so many people in one corner, it's pure chaos. All teams are now after one another who are left and the gloves are off. Playtime is over as the brawl ensues.
Avery and Sunmer brawl on a turnbuckle as Faye turns her attention towards her partner. She climbs up, adding an additional body to the party as they team up on Avery. Asher throws elbows at both Bullet and Bandit who are trying to double team him. Taking them out with huge Clotheslines. He repeats this at least twice before taking them out with devastating Lariats! But, Avery is dangerously close to being eliminated and Asher can see that from where he is now.
Asher races over, taking up the rear as he collects all of his strength. With Avery stacked onto Summer and Faye stacked onto Asher, Asher executed his plan. He lifts the group and takes several large steps forward before dropping them in a Powerbomb onto Wildside and Zenna. Everyone is down in the chaos as they try to regain their groupings! Asher and Avery close by one another as they can be seen linking pinkies with one another. A sign they both know to use when they need to let the other know they are okay. It's total chaos as Riot Squad manage to get back to their feet slowly. They immediately go for Asher and Avery again in a heated fashion.
Both Summer and Faye are collecting their bearings as they get Zenna up to her feet. Zenna nails Faye with an Enzuigiri to the back of the head, grabbing onto the hair and tights as she shifts momentum. She tosses Faye over the top rope, leaning against the ropes momentarily as she tries to shake the cobwebs.
FAYE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Summer tries to sneakily eliminate Zenna, but Zenna kicks her in the face. Hard enough to make Summer's nose leak blood as she refuses to be eliminated. Zenna fighting back with some fire now. But, an elimination is happening on the other side! Asher grips onto Bullet who had attempted to eliminate him, sending both of them tussling onto the floor where they both continue to brawl.
BULLET AND ASHER HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Avery and Bandit are brawling inside the ring still, Avery managing to save herself from elimination. Double Kick to Bandit's face manages some distance between them. Avery trying to catch her breath. Bandit races forward, attempting to elimnate Avery. Instead, Avery ducks down, pulling the ropes down with her as Bandit spills to the outside! But, Bandit has a tight grip on Avery's hair as Avery swings away wildly. Bandit dragging her over the ropes as Riot Squad and PRIDE FIGHTERZ brawl to no end.
The Referee counts both teams out in a move that surprises the fans!
RIOT SQUAD AND THE PRIDE FIGHTERZ HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Both teams are brawling chaotically towards the ramp as officials come pouring out from backstage to separate them. Meanwhile, Zenna is clinging to dear life after managing to take Summer out with a Z-Sault! Corkscrew Moonsault adds insult to injury as Zenna grips onto Summer's hair. Zenna sending Summer over the ropes. But, Summer holds onto the top rope for dear life. Standing on the apron as she manages to save herself. The two exchanging blows before Zenna nails her with a High Kick to the temple. It's enough to drop Summer to the floor! Wildside have just barely retained their championships!
SUMMER WARRIOR PRINCESS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
THE WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, WILDSIDE!!!
Koss: And that's our show ladies and gentlemen! Zenna Zdunich seals the deal and keeps the Tag Championships despite the odds being completely against her! An impressive, career defining victory!
Spazz: The Riot Squad is gonna' be out for blood too! Those Pride Fighterz better keep their head on a fuckin' swivel!
Koss: That's all the time we have! THank you and Good night!
Spazz: ROLL THEM CREDITS! DADDY'S GOTTA' TAKE A BLUNT BREAK!!!
-CREDITS-
However, across the ring, more action is going on! Faye and Summer are working in tandem to eliminate half of Wildside! Summer nails Seleana with a Heat Stroke! Saito Suplex takes Seleana into a daze and Faye capitalizes on the opportunity. Gripping onto Seleana's hair as she tosses Seleana over the ropes! One member of Wildside sent out of the ring as Seleana rolls with a tumble. Zenna leans against the ropes as she glances at the fallen Seleana's figure and shakes her head slightly.
SELEANA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
With one of their targets eliminated, everyone wants in on the action. Asher bolts towards Zenna and attempts to eliminate her, but Summer refuses to allow him to do so. A swift Jumping High Kick to the back of Asher's head connects as he drops his hold on Zenna. Avery isn't too keen on watching her brother being attacked. Instantly lashing out at Summer, as Faye goes for Zenna. With so many people in one corner, it's pure chaos. All teams are now after one another who are left and the gloves are off. Playtime is over as the brawl ensues.
Avery and Sunmer brawl on a turnbuckle as Faye turns her attention towards her partner. She climbs up, adding an additional body to the party as they team up on Avery. Asher throws elbows at both Bullet and Bandit who are trying to double team him. Taking them out with huge Clotheslines. He repeats this at least twice before taking them out with devastating Lariats! But, Avery is dangerously close to being eliminated and Asher can see that from where he is now.
Asher races over, taking up the rear as he collects all of his strength. With Avery stacked onto Summer and Faye stacked onto Asher, Asher executed his plan. He lifts the group and takes several large steps forward before dropping them in a Powerbomb onto Wildside and Zenna. Everyone is down in the chaos as they try to regain their groupings! Asher and Avery close by one another as they can be seen linking pinkies with one another. A sign they both know to use when they need to let the other know they are okay. It's total chaos as Riot Squad manage to get back to their feet slowly. They immediately go for Asher and Avery again in a heated fashion.
Both Summer and Faye are collecting their bearings as they get Zenna up to her feet. Zenna nails Faye with an Enzuigiri to the back of the head, grabbing onto the hair and tights as she shifts momentum. She tosses Faye over the top rope, leaning against the ropes momentarily as she tries to shake the cobwebs.
FAYE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Summer tries to sneakily eliminate Zenna, but Zenna kicks her in the face. Hard enough to make Summer's nose leak blood as she refuses to be eliminated. Zenna fighting back with some fire now. But, an elimination is happening on the other side! Asher grips onto Bullet who had attempted to eliminate him, sending both of them tussling onto the floor where they both continue to brawl.
BULLET AND ASHER HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Avery and Bandit are brawling inside the ring still, Avery managing to save herself from elimination. Double Kick to Bandit's face manages some distance between them. Avery trying to catch her breath. Bandit races forward, attempting to elimnate Avery. Instead, Avery ducks down, pulling the ropes down with her as Bandit spills to the outside! But, Bandit has a tight grip on Avery's hair as Avery swings away wildly. Bandit dragging her over the ropes as Riot Squad and PRIDE FIGHTERZ brawl to no end.
The Referee counts both teams out in a move that surprises the fans!
RIOT SQUAD AND THE PRIDE FIGHTERZ HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!!
Both teams are brawling chaotically towards the ramp as officials come pouring out from backstage to separate them. Meanwhile, Zenna is clinging to dear life after managing to take Summer out with a Z-Sault! Corkscrew Moonsault adds insult to injury as Zenna grips onto Summer's hair. Zenna sending Summer over the ropes. But, Summer holds onto the top rope for dear life. Standing on the apron as she manages to save herself. The two exchanging blows before Zenna nails her with a High Kick to the temple. It's enough to drop Summer to the floor! Wildside have just barely retained their championships!
SUMMER WARRIOR PRINCESS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
THE WINNERS AND STILL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, WILDSIDE!!!
Koss: And that's our show ladies and gentlemen! Zenna Zdunich seals the deal and keeps the Tag Championships despite the odds being completely against her! An impressive, career defining victory!
Spazz: The Riot Squad is gonna' be out for blood too! Those Pride Fighterz better keep their head on a fuckin' swivel!
Koss: That's all the time we have! THank you and Good night!
Spazz: ROLL THEM CREDITS! DADDY'S GOTTA' TAKE A BLUNT BREAK!!!
-CREDITS-
Megadeth's "Addicted to Chaos" plays as credits roll!
-NIDIA STEEN-VS-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-
Writer-Jax
-JERRY WATTS-VS-BRUTUS H.-
Writer-Chris
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH (C)-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-
Writer-RC
Writer-Chris
Writer-Open
FATAL 4 WAY
-KATE STEELE (C)-VS-MELISSA MAYE-VS-LUTHER THUNDER-VS-SAVANNAH SUNSHINE-
Writer- House
Writer-RC
SOUTHERN CROSS TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
FOUR-WAY ELIMINATION TORNADO TAG MATCH
-WILDSIDE (C)-VS-RIOT SQUAD-VS-THE PRIDE FIGHTERZ-VS-FAYE LANGE & SUMMER WARRIOR PRINCESS-
Writer- Sunshine