Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2020 20:33:24 GMT -7
FURY ROAD #4
8/21/2020
HAWKINS ARENA
Macon, GA
BIANCA DAVIS VS JENNIFER WILLIAMS
Jennifer's dominant in the opening moments, immediately firing chops into the chest of the Queen B, backing her into the ropes. Jennifer goes for an eye rake, but Bianca retaliates with a forearm smash that gives her the opening to slip behind. She takes Jennifer over with a German suplex. Jenny pops back up, goes for a speedy dropkick to the knee but misses as Bianca catches her foot, turning it into a dragon screw leg whip. As Jennifer goes down, Bianca lands atop her with an elbow drop, immediately talking trash.
The momentum shifts half a dozen times before the closing moments where Jennifer comes off the ropes, going for a drop toehold that catches Bianca off guard as she's jaw-jacking the booing crowd. She manages to get the Queen B into a kneelock and for a few seconds it looks like Bianca might tap out. Instead she reverses the hold and ties Williams up into an armbar, breaking only when she gets the warning from the official. She hauls Jennifer up by her hair and sends her into the ropes, tagging her with a Beautiful Boot right in the face! She rests the tip of her boot on Williams, showboating as she gets the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: BIANCA DAVIS
The momentum shifts half a dozen times before the closing moments where Jennifer comes off the ropes, going for a drop toehold that catches Bianca off guard as she's jaw-jacking the booing crowd. She manages to get the Queen B into a kneelock and for a few seconds it looks like Bianca might tap out. Instead she reverses the hold and ties Williams up into an armbar, breaking only when she gets the warning from the official. She hauls Jennifer up by her hair and sends her into the ropes, tagging her with a Beautiful Boot right in the face! She rests the tip of her boot on Williams, showboating as she gets the 1-2-3!!
WINNER: BIANCA DAVIS
BRITTANY WILLAMS VS CHERRY DEVILLE VS NARCOLEPTIC NINJA VS MARIA SALVATORE
Maria Salvatore punches Cherry Deville in the face while Brittany Williams charges The Ninja with a vicious clothesline. It's an absolute brawl and the crowd is eating it up while the four competitors go toe-to-toe, blow for blow until it goes to the mat. The Ninja's looking to show off his karate expertise and he nails a few surprising shots before taking B-Brat over with a judo throw, locking her into a leg bar grapevine. It's not on for long though as Cherry comes crashing into them both thanks to a basement dropkick from Maria! Cherry tries to make it to her feet, but Ninja stops that with a headlock, going for a knee to the face but Cherry hooks that knee and reverses it into a northern lights suplex for the first near-fall! The Narcoleptic Ninja kicks out and gets right up into a Boom Headshot! He goes down hard and rolls out of the ring to the floor. Brittany turns around and collides with Cherry only to be on the receiving end of a wicked punch to the temple courtesy of Maria. Cherry and Maria take Brittany over with a double team suplex and she wisely rolls out to the floor as well, leaving Cherry and Maria brawling. B-Brat walks over to where the Ninja is still laying motionless, realizing he's actually fallen asleep! She shrugs and leans up against the apron, watching the action inside the ring.
Cherry once again goes in for the attack on Maria, grasping her from behind for what looks like a backdrop – denied as Maria turns it into a swinging DDT. Maria tries to go for a cover right away, but Brittany pulls her off and whips her across the ring by the hair. She dives into Cherry with a sliding knee to the head and then lays the boots into the downed Cherry. She looks up as the crowd cheers and gets clobbered with a springboard body block. Cherry trips Maria but she doesn't go down and instead gets rolled backwards into an inside cradle. Cherry reverses it and then twists her body around to hook in a single leg crab. Brittany kicks her in the face and Cherry is forced to release the hold. Cherry sends B-Brat packing to the ropes, and follows her in, taking her to the floor with a hard lariat. She turns around and sees Maria staggering up and lines up. CHERRY BOMB! She hooks the leg deep and there's nobody there to stop her! 1-2-3!!
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE
Cherry once again goes in for the attack on Maria, grasping her from behind for what looks like a backdrop – denied as Maria turns it into a swinging DDT. Maria tries to go for a cover right away, but Brittany pulls her off and whips her across the ring by the hair. She dives into Cherry with a sliding knee to the head and then lays the boots into the downed Cherry. She looks up as the crowd cheers and gets clobbered with a springboard body block. Cherry trips Maria but she doesn't go down and instead gets rolled backwards into an inside cradle. Cherry reverses it and then twists her body around to hook in a single leg crab. Brittany kicks her in the face and Cherry is forced to release the hold. Cherry sends B-Brat packing to the ropes, and follows her in, taking her to the floor with a hard lariat. She turns around and sees Maria staggering up and lines up. CHERRY BOMB! She hooks the leg deep and there's nobody there to stop her! 1-2-3!!
WINNER: CHERRY DEVILLE
BACKSTAGE
The door to Jackson's office, as promised, is open a few inches and the sound of fingers tapping on keys can be heard coming from within. There is no hesitation as her knuckles rap upon the hardwood door, causing it to creak open with minimal effort. Ursula Von Rossbach stood at Mr. Jackson's chamber door. Of course, her expression is as hard to read as ever, the stone mask of her poker face giving little away.UVR: Mr. Jackson...
There's a smile on the silver-haired veteran's face as he looks up, beckoning for her to come the rest of the way in.
Jackson: Miss Von Rossbach.
She accepts the invitational gesticulation, entering the office with noticeably heavy thuds from her boots upon the crush carpeted floor.
UVR: I hear you are not a fan of me, Mr. Jackson.
Ursula leans forward on the desk, a small unnerving smile creeps across her face, breaking her poker face in a manner that can be only taken as intentional.
UVR: I know of you well enough to believe you are a highly intelligent man, so either what you have spoken is true or.... You are playing that simpleton, CCM, for a fool in a ploy that will most likely see him irrevocably damaged at my hands. For clarity's sake, which is it?
Her eyes lock with his, studying the dilation of his pupils, gauging his breaths, watching every twitch and spasm of his facial features. To his credit, he doesn't really flinch or twitch much under that scrutiny. Instead his eyes lock right back on hers as the hint of a smile seems to hover at the corners of his lips.
Jackson: Is that what I said? That I wasn't a fan?
She interrupts Jackson.
UVR: Along with encouragement towards the decline of my physical well being, though not as kindly worded.
He chuckles and shakes his head.
Jackson: I think if you examined the context and what I actually said, you might take away something different altogether. I said I wasn't a fan. I didn't specify what, specifically, regarding that last match of yours, that I wasn't fond of. Sure, I offered him a bone, the opportunity to make you eat your words. You can't tell me that you're unhappy to have another go at Millar, especially in the environment where the stunt he pulled last time is now legal... maybe even encouraged to be reciprocal.
Ursula gives an approving nod.
UVR: Excellent. I merely wished to know as I would rate our working relationship as a bit of a wildcard, all things considered. I know where I stand with Rhodes for the most part. I shall admit that when I first heard your statements, I felt I would be in another adversarial relation with a managing member of a promotion.
She rises from the desk, removing her palms from the polished oak finish, sliding her hands behind her back.
UVR: I approve. If he cannot see that he has been played, then so much the better. He enters my arena feeling as if he has the advantage when in truth, you have sent him screaming to his doom. Thank you for the clarification.
Jackson: Anytime. Oh, and Ursula... may I call you that?
She quirks her brow at Jackson.
UVR: It is my name, is it not?
Jackson: Didn't want to assume. My birth certificate says my first name's Bradley, though if anyone calls me that to my face, they're not gonna get to say much else.
He chuckles and then moves to his feet.
Jackson: When I called you She-Hulk, I wasn't trying to be insulting. That was-
UVR: -better than "Bitch Mountain" or "Bitch-Zilla" as they tend to refer to me as. Though She-Hulk is a bit more of a whore by comparison.
He points a finger at her, nodding and laughing.
Jackson: Ah, see. Now you're showing off your canon knowledge. Heaven forbid we let those cretins know you've got a brain in your head.
Rounding the side of the desk, he holds his hand out for her to shake. With a firm grasp, she gives it a simple shake, nothing more or less.
UVR: I fear that will not be a problem, for even when I demonstrate that intelligence, it is always discounted to a bargain basement level. Thank you for meeting with me, Mr. Jackson. May ours be a fruitful professional relationship.
Without further word, she turns and exits his office. Once she's out of earshot, Jackson lets that shark-like smirk grow across his lips.
Jackson: Oh, I'm quite sure it will be.
CHRIS STYLES VS MAX IRONSIDE
Styles is dominant like a juggernaut for the first half of the match, finding an answer to everything the smaller Ironside throws at him. The turning point comes when Styles goes for a clothesline but Ironside ducks and follows up with a forearm smash to the face. Ironside catches his arm and sends Chris into the ropes. When he comes back, telegraphing another clothesline, Ironside dives and catches him in a grapple, reversing it into a spinning side slam. Styles regains his balance and as he does, Ironside executes an amazing windmill kick that sends Styles staggering back. Max dives at him – Styles catches him midair and then Max drops down, still in that grapple lock and throws his weight backwards, rolling Styles into a small package for a near fall that has the crowd going nuts.
Ironside gets to his feet slowly and just as he does, Styles nearly takes his head off with a clothesline from hell – STYLES SMASH!! Ironside is nearly turned inside out by the impact and as he goes crashing to the mat, Chris is on him for a Thesz press. Max looks dazed but he still manages to block some of the damage. Styles is back up and he grabs Ironside, hoisting him up and onto his shoulders, looking to finish things off with the patented Nailed. He's denied when Max reverses it and slips out the back door as a "FIGHT FOREVER!" chant breaks out over the crowd. Max goes for a Superman punch but Styles catches his arm and takes him over with a suplex. Ironside pulls himself upright, still favoring his back. The two men lock gazes again and collide, both looking a little winded now. Styles looks like he's getting the advantage back, powering Max down to the mat with a Greco-Roman knuckle lock and then the referee calls for the bell, declaring that the time limit of 30 minutes has elapsed.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
Ironside gets to his feet slowly and just as he does, Styles nearly takes his head off with a clothesline from hell – STYLES SMASH!! Ironside is nearly turned inside out by the impact and as he goes crashing to the mat, Chris is on him for a Thesz press. Max looks dazed but he still manages to block some of the damage. Styles is back up and he grabs Ironside, hoisting him up and onto his shoulders, looking to finish things off with the patented Nailed. He's denied when Max reverses it and slips out the back door as a "FIGHT FOREVER!" chant breaks out over the crowd. Max goes for a Superman punch but Styles catches his arm and takes him over with a suplex. Ironside pulls himself upright, still favoring his back. The two men lock gazes again and collide, both looking a little winded now. Styles looks like he's getting the advantage back, powering Max down to the mat with a Greco-Roman knuckle lock and then the referee calls for the bell, declaring that the time limit of 30 minutes has elapsed.
WINNER: NO CONTEST
BACKSTAGE
We head backstage to the interview area. There we see one half of tonight's TLC grudge match main event, CCM, sitting on a steel chair, by himself.CCM: It's fair to say things have been a little crazy lately. With the attack on my father, and last week Luther & his plus size plus one absconding ChaCha for an interview, it really seems like one or more people are really trying to get under my skin lately. I would like to start for thanking Brad Jackson for his help, and with giving me this great opportunity tonight. I will be discussing my findings from the USB next week on Savage Thursday. Apologies to those concerned or whatever, but if there's one thing my short time in SRW has taught me, it's that trying to fire on multiple fronts has lead to issues and shit going awry. So tonight, no talk of USBs. Dad's resting at home. I've given ChaCha the night off. There is nothing and nobody here that is going to distract me from the business at hand. Which is wrapping all manner of hardware around Ursula Von Rossbach's skull.
He lets out a slight smirk, before continuing.
CCM: You see... tonight is an example of what happens when people push too many times. You know the story by now, I was having a bad night with my father being assaulted and all, got frustrated in my match with Ursula, and smashed a chair over her head. The result of that is she got a DQ win, and frankly, that could and should have been that. She could have accepted her winners share of the purse and moved on. But no. She had to try and make fun of me, belittle me, and taunt me in the most childish ways imaginable. But did I rise to the bait? No, I let her have that. Frankly, at the time, I had bigger fish to fry. But just because I don't go full on keyboard warrior... don't think that means I forgot what you said. You see Ursula, I don't fight with a keyboard or a phone's keypad, such things are for teenage rebels and internet trolls. You are the kind of person who always needs the last word, to rub your own selfish ego, and that's fine. I gave you the last word. But the time for words has passed us by now, Miss.
He lets off a shrug.
CCM: The way I see things, you pride yourself on being an alpha, like so many people in this business. And hey, that's fine, you do you. But to me, alphas are mentally weak. They're so pre-possessed with their own image and feeling of self-importance that they lack the cutting edge and killer instinct to do what needs to be done. You questioned my pride and manhood after I smashed your head in with a chair? Pride... pride is a fool's gold, it means nothing to me. Let me make something clear. I do not give a damn about how I look or what people think of me. I don't care for likes on social media for snarky little jabs, that is irrelevant. All I care about is winning a damn match, feud, championship, and as someone without pride or a sense of self-importance I will go to ANY LENGTHS to achieve that result. You think I'm a snivelling little shit who can't beat you in a fair fight? That's cute, but considering I have no intentions of fighting fair, it's largely a moot point.
He stands up, pulling the chair up from under him, and folds it up before holding it in his hand.
CCM: Alphas, people who pride themselves on being the best... they're just setting themselves up for failure. Because all your pride, all your ego will get you against me is a big fat "L" on your record... and then what? Whining? Complaining? Excuses? Wouldn't be the first time, would it Terminator? I'll see you in the ring. And I suggest you spend less time worrying about my manhood, and a little more time worrying about surviving. Because alpha or not... this isn't gonna be a wrestling match, a contest of strength or power. This is a warzone. This is where I am going to thrive. Enjoy your pride Ursula... just remember, it so often come before a fall.
He swings the chair at the air, grinning at the camera, before walking off, as we head back to ringside.
MAIN EVENT
TABLES, LADDERS & CHAIRS NO DQ REMATCH
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS CCM
TABLES, LADDERS & CHAIRS NO DQ REMATCH
URSULA VON ROSSBACH VS CCM
Before Ursula can even make it through the ropes to start the match, CCM winds up with the chair and turns, cracking her across the forehead with it. Ursula flies backwards off the apron and CCM drops it, springing over the top rope and landing on Ursula with both knees on her torso. He starts laying into UVR with lefts and rights, keeping her dazed before finally rolling aside. Hopping up on the apron, CCM holds his fist in the air, talking trash that's drowned out by the relentlessly booing crowd. UVR makes it to her feet, looking remarkably unfazed and she moves forward to slowly climb the ring steps, looking much like the Terminator namesake. Once she steps through the ropes, the official calls for the bell. CCM is still talking, his words lost in the wall of noise as UVR stalks forward. CCM swings his chair and she dodges, going in for a double-leg takedown, taking CCM down hard before immediately getting into a mount and raining down several clubbing blows to CCM's face. The chair skitters away as he scrabbles for it, leaving him resorting to a cheap eye rake to get Ursula off him. The two get back to their feet and immediately lock up, only for Ursula to grab him in a reverse full nelson, looking for a slam only to have CCM drop down, hook his arms around her waist and escape with the help of a Saito suplex! UVR lands hard and awkwardly, her shoulders smashing down on the discarded chair. She stays down for a moment, obviously in pain and CCM slides out of the ring. He ducks down and rummages under the apron, pulling out a table that he tosses over the ropes. He's not paying attention, digging out something else that gets caught on the ring skirt with that same chair smashes into his face.
He falls back, forehead busted wide open as Ursula tosses the chair aside. She grabs him by the hair and hauls him upright. He lashes out with a throat thrust that just misses and Ursula catches his arm, smashing him to the floor with a Sambo Russian legsweep! She follows up with a vicious punch to the face and then gets up, rolling back into the ring to make sure there's no count out. CCM staggers up, wiping blood from his eyes as he stands there, breathing hard and seething. Ursula rolls back out the ring, seeming to have resigned herself to continuing the fight on the floor for the moment. CCM charges at her, driving her back against the apron and she lashes out with a kick to the gut. He staggers back and she hits him again with the Gastrazine kick. CCM staggers back against the barrier, trying to remember how to breathe. The crowd is on their feet already, almost holding their breath as these two monsters continue trying to kill each other. The whole crowd gasps as Ursula runs at CCM, delivering a kick to the chest that lifts him off his feet, sending him crashing over the barrier and into front row of chairs. Random screams can be heard as Ursula looks down at CCM who is now lying in a pile of twisted steel chairs, destroyed on impact. Shaking her head, she stares down at him for a good ten seconds, watching his motionless form before turning away.
CCM, miraculously, stumbles to his feet, almost slipping on the wreckage as he wipes the blood from his eyes. He brushes aside the debris, and lets loose a scream as he charges, the broken back of a chair in his hand. Ursula turns around just as he swings it and it smashes into the side of her face. She goes down hard and CCM springs off the barrier, his knee crashing into the back of her head. As if realizing the referee has almost reached the ten count, he staggers up and slides back into the ring. Finally making it to his feet, CCM looks like hell, his face a bloody mask and he turns to see Ursula rising slowly on the outside. He doesn't try to stop her, letting her get back in the ring while the takes a few more seconds to recover. CCM telegraphs a punch and she falls for the fake out, clearly still dazed from the blows to the head – CCM catches her with a hard sucker punch and then he slips around behind her, taking UVR down with a belly to back suplex that shakes the ring. Back up, Ursula hits a hard shoulderblock before sending CCM stumbling as he almost trips over the table that was thrown into the ring earlier. She looks for a kneelift but CCM moves aside, catching her and rolling Ursula up into a schoolboy for a near fall. She kicks out at the LAST. POSSIBLE. SECOND. Ursula whips CCM to the corner and goes for The Great Slap – her aim is slightly off and she takes another eye rake for her trouble. She staggers back and CCM legsweeps her right onto the exposed legs of the table. He springs off the second rope, both knees crashing into her face. He staggers back, smirking at his handiwork as she looks like she might be out of it and he scales the ropes again only to have her sit up immediately. The crowd is going insane as CCM hops down and sends UVR into the corner, following her in with a hard knee strike, only to have her battle back with punches and strikes to the face. CCM gets off a lucky punch that snaps Ursula's head back, forcing her to break off the assault. He hooks his foot under the leg of the chair and kicks it up to his hand, swinging for the fences and it connects. UVR is staggered and he quickly hooks her up and takes her down with the Tosser's Demise. He rolls her up and uses his feet on the ropes for leverage. They're both bloody, both looking like they've gone to war. Ursula kicks out but it's at 3.1 and CCM can't believe it! He's done the impossible!
WINNER: CCM
He falls back, forehead busted wide open as Ursula tosses the chair aside. She grabs him by the hair and hauls him upright. He lashes out with a throat thrust that just misses and Ursula catches his arm, smashing him to the floor with a Sambo Russian legsweep! She follows up with a vicious punch to the face and then gets up, rolling back into the ring to make sure there's no count out. CCM staggers up, wiping blood from his eyes as he stands there, breathing hard and seething. Ursula rolls back out the ring, seeming to have resigned herself to continuing the fight on the floor for the moment. CCM charges at her, driving her back against the apron and she lashes out with a kick to the gut. He staggers back and she hits him again with the Gastrazine kick. CCM staggers back against the barrier, trying to remember how to breathe. The crowd is on their feet already, almost holding their breath as these two monsters continue trying to kill each other. The whole crowd gasps as Ursula runs at CCM, delivering a kick to the chest that lifts him off his feet, sending him crashing over the barrier and into front row of chairs. Random screams can be heard as Ursula looks down at CCM who is now lying in a pile of twisted steel chairs, destroyed on impact. Shaking her head, she stares down at him for a good ten seconds, watching his motionless form before turning away.
CCM, miraculously, stumbles to his feet, almost slipping on the wreckage as he wipes the blood from his eyes. He brushes aside the debris, and lets loose a scream as he charges, the broken back of a chair in his hand. Ursula turns around just as he swings it and it smashes into the side of her face. She goes down hard and CCM springs off the barrier, his knee crashing into the back of her head. As if realizing the referee has almost reached the ten count, he staggers up and slides back into the ring. Finally making it to his feet, CCM looks like hell, his face a bloody mask and he turns to see Ursula rising slowly on the outside. He doesn't try to stop her, letting her get back in the ring while the takes a few more seconds to recover. CCM telegraphs a punch and she falls for the fake out, clearly still dazed from the blows to the head – CCM catches her with a hard sucker punch and then he slips around behind her, taking UVR down with a belly to back suplex that shakes the ring. Back up, Ursula hits a hard shoulderblock before sending CCM stumbling as he almost trips over the table that was thrown into the ring earlier. She looks for a kneelift but CCM moves aside, catching her and rolling Ursula up into a schoolboy for a near fall. She kicks out at the LAST. POSSIBLE. SECOND. Ursula whips CCM to the corner and goes for The Great Slap – her aim is slightly off and she takes another eye rake for her trouble. She staggers back and CCM legsweeps her right onto the exposed legs of the table. He springs off the second rope, both knees crashing into her face. He staggers back, smirking at his handiwork as she looks like she might be out of it and he scales the ropes again only to have her sit up immediately. The crowd is going insane as CCM hops down and sends UVR into the corner, following her in with a hard knee strike, only to have her battle back with punches and strikes to the face. CCM gets off a lucky punch that snaps Ursula's head back, forcing her to break off the assault. He hooks his foot under the leg of the chair and kicks it up to his hand, swinging for the fences and it connects. UVR is staggered and he quickly hooks her up and takes her down with the Tosser's Demise. He rolls her up and uses his feet on the ropes for leverage. They're both bloody, both looking like they've gone to war. Ursula kicks out but it's at 3.1 and CCM can't believe it! He's done the impossible!
WINNER: CCM
CCM doesn't even bother to wait around to have his hand raised, sliding out of the ring the second the bell rings and he's already backpedaling up the ramp as "Firepower" by Judas Priest erupts over the speakers, nearly drowned out by the crowd noise. He's laughing through that bloody mask as Ursula makes it to her feet, breathing hard and staring him down as he flees. It's clear that this match hasn't settled anything between the two.