SAVAGE THURSDAY - 8/27/2020 - RESULTS

[Melinda Rhodes]

REBEL STAR ARENA - ROME GA
8/27/2020
BELL TIME 7PM EST

INTRO

"Kickstart my Heart" by Motley Crue as covered by Halcone, ft. Sershen & Zarítskaya plays the over the house P/A as pyro explodes in perfect sequence with the opening rhythm. Highlight reels of all the major players of SRW play across the Tron screen. Out steps a headbanging Jenny Beck with devil horns in the air. She heads down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans all along the way. She slides into the ring, hops to her feet and gives the fans a huge heaping, screaming-

Jenny Beck: YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!! WAKE UP, REBELLIONITES!!! IT'S TIME FOR SAVAGE THURRRRSSSDDDAAAYYY!!! AND HERE TO TALK SHIT AND MAYBE EVEN GET BIT, THE GRUESOME TWO-SOME, JOE KOSS AND MIKE SPAZZ!!!!

The camera cuts to the announce table where we see Joe and Mike both headbanging to the music with the fans, hands hoisted in the air with Devil horns raised.

Spazz: KICK START MY HEART!!! HOPE IT NEVAH SSSTTTOOOPPSS!!!

Koss: BAAAYYBBBAAAAYYYY YEAH!!!!

The two then perform a little air guitar side by side, Wyld Stallions style. As the music dies down, so does their antics and the two get down to business.

Koss: Welcome to another edition of Southern Rebellion Wrestling! The card is stacked, the talented is maxed, and this show is eager and ready to kick off with a bang!

Spazz: Fuck yeah! The main event is gonna' be sick! Who you think CCM's gonna' con into being his tag partner?

Koss: I'm not even going to make a mental bet on this because in the wonderful world of Southern Rebellion, anything and everything can happen! CCM could come out with a giraffe and I would not be surprised anymore.

Spazz: You say that, but a tenner says you'll be mind blown and holy fuckin' your way out the building with who he picks!

Koss: Who knows? We live in a crazy world of professional wrestling! 

SEGMENT

We cut backstage to find Ursula Von Rossbach heading down the hall at a fast paced stride. She effortlessly sidesteps passerbys, weaving through much of the foot traffic until finally arriving at the office of Melinda Rhodes. There is no knock, no courtesy shown, nothing. The camera follows Ursula in as the Rebel gets to her feet only for Ursula to catch her by the throat and slam her up against the wall hard enough for her to see double vision for a moment.

UVR: IF you ever tell me to “shut the fuck up” on Social Media again, Rhodes, I promise you that what La Rebellion did to your wrist will seem like child’s play compared to the hell I unleash on you…

Ursula then hurls her employer to the floor in a heap. The Lady Terminator watches as she coughs hard, sucking in air.

UVR: ...Do not let insignificant trash ever push you to snap at me ever again.

The Rebel glares up at her, pushing herself up to her feet.

Rebel: Fair… enough… Touch me like that again though and I’m taking your fucking hand, bitch.

Ursula shoots her a withering stare, but Melinda Rhodes doesn’t back down at all.

UVR: You will try.

Rebel: Fuck try, I’ll do it. Now, are we done here?

That unnerving smile crosses Von Rossbach’s face.

UVR: I am very tempted to take you up on that challenge. Perhaps one day in Hybrid Ascension, but for now, we are finished. Mind my words, Melinda.

She then turns and casually walks away from the SRW owner. Rebel rubs her neck, fighting to keep her own temper in check as the Lady Terminator leaves her office.

Spazz: Holy fuck! Terminator put hands on the boss!!

Koss: They both compete over on Hybrid Ascension so who's to say this won't continue on over to our affiliate brand?

Spazz: Ursula will rip her tattooed ass in half like a phone book!

SEGMENT

We cut back to the backstage area where Monty Poust is seen with a microphone in his hand as he walks up to Shelby Dawson who was stretching for her literal minutes away from now match.

Monty: Shelby Dawson might I have a word?

Shelby stops stretching then looks at Monty and also notices the cameras. She then gives the cameras a smile before making eye contact with Monty.

Shelby: Sure.

Monty: You miss are just minutes away from having your first ever televised match. So tell me how are you feeling right now knowing this?

Shelby: Well Monty I must confess I’m excited but also a little nervous. As you might have heard I come from a family of wrestlers my sister Scarlet, my brother in law Jesse and even my boyfriend Chris. I have always been the one who watched from the outside of the wrestling ring but tonight that all changes.

Monty: Yes, your boyfriend and brother in law both wrestle for this company actually does that make it odd for you? Just asking because you brought them up and all.

Shelby: No, not really in fact if anything it makes me feel more comfortable because I know that they will both have my back.

Monty: Alright well it’s been read that you have been training for this pretty hard how has that all went for you?

Shelby: Really well actually. As you probably all know or figured out my boyfriend Chris Styles has been one of the biggest supporters of me getting in the ring. He knows how to push me to my limits and motivates me to do better.

Monty: So he has been doing your main training for this upcoming match tonight?

Shelby: Yes, Chris and I have been working hard in the ring he has indeed been training me for this match. But, before Chris my sister Scarlet Styles had taught me the basics which Chris has built upon.

Monty: Well that is all great to hear. Now speaking of your boyfriend he is teaming tonight with his brother Jesse and they have a tag match. How do you feel they will do out there in only there second ever time teaming together?

Shelby: I have no doubt in my mind Jesse and Chris are going to do great. They both have that personality of always pushing their limits and doing the best of their capabilities.

Monty: So quick follow up to that. Does that mean you think they will win tonight?

Shelby: Of course I have pretty much no doubt in my mind.

Monty: Well Miss Dawson in just minutes your music will hit for the first time and you will walk out down to that ring to face a man known as Narcoleptic Ninja who has had some matches but not like years upon years. So what is your take on your opponent tonight?

Shelby: To be honest it doesn’t seem like his heart is into this thing we call wrestling. Not to mention can he stay awake given his condition and all?

Monty: Fair point but if he does stay awake he could be quite the danger for your first match given he has quite the weight advantage on you.

Shelby: The weight doesn’t bother me have you seen my boyfriend and all his muscles? Chris has taught me how to move fast and use my speed in cases of going against men who are taller and stronger then I am.

Monty: Well you are billed as a former world champion kickboxer any background you could give me on that?

Shelby: When I was younger my grandparents were always firm about their grandchildren learning how to defend themselves. With my sister it was boxing with me it was kickboxing. We lived in Italy growing up so naturally I joined the European circuit of kickboxing when I turned 18. It wasn’t easy being a woman in that sport because women were always underused and paid not for what they deserved. In other words I always had to fight for my chance to shine.

Monty: Very interesting indeed well I just have one last question and that is will you defeat Narcoleptic Ninja?

Shelby: I plan on going out and putting all my heart into this match. As far as will I beat him will see where the cards fall.

Then The Champion by Carrie Underwood can be heard echoing throughout the arena. Monty tells Shelby good luck who gets a huge smile across her face as she hears her music and now realizes it's time.

Koss: and that match is coming up next!

Spazz: Narco better not fall the fuck asleep on this one, or she'll slap the fat right off his hairy ass!! 

-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-

Shelby Dawson steps into the center of the ring, approaching the Narcoleptic Ninja with a smile on her face and the two shake hands before the bell rings, getting a pop from the crowd for the show of sportsmanship. Looking to finally get himself a win, the Ninja leads off with a quick strike at the sound of the bell. Dawson eats the hard chop and shakes it off, bouncing on the balls of her feet as she regroups. He telegraphs another strike and she dodges and nails him with a speedy forearm smash – the Ninja lives up this his name and dodges this, catching her arm and twisting it behind her back before taking her down with a simple hip toss. Shelby pops back up and slips away as he tries to grab her, getting around behind for a belly-to-back suplex. She goes for a leaping leg drop, but the Ninja dodges with a tuck and roll to his feet. He strikes a pose for the fans then suddenly and inexplicably, his narcolepsy kicks in and he falls right over in the middle of the ring. The Ninja isn't moving so Shelby hooks his leg for a cover, getting a two-count before the Ninja abruptly sits up and throws her off, screaming "OH MY GOD, WHAT A NIGHTMAAAARRRREEEE!" loudly as he does.

Dawson pops right back to her feet and shoves Ninja at the ropes and grabs him when he comes back, plastering Ninja to the canvas with a ring-rocking side slam. Ninja leaps back to his feet, only to be on the receiving end of a deep armdrag by Dawson that she follows up with her Head Over Heels kick! She goes for the cover but somehow, the Ninja's foot is on the ropes and the action continues. They collide with Shelby fending off more determined strikes before Ninja finds himself flattened thanks to a Russian legsweep. Ninja is back up again, and as Dawson charges in, he nails her with a stunning roundhouse kick. Dawson starts to crumble, but Ninja pulls her back up and Shelby erupts with a flurry of strikes and as he staggers back, she nails a mule kick and a springboard bulldog. Ninja goes down hard and Shelby scales the ropes, launching with Do or Die! She gets insane air time and the crowd erupts as she hooks the leg, getting the cover and the 1-2-3!!

WINNER BY PINFALL: SHELBY DAWSON!!!!

Koss: Shelby Dawson picks up her first win here in SRW!

Spazz: That fat fuck fell asleep and kicked out 'cause he had a nightmare?! This dude's fucked up!!!

SEGMENT

#SHOT THROUGH THA' HEART!!!!

With a huge crowd pop, that famous Bon Jovi classic hits the P/A system and out steps the Rebel in her red leather power suit with a slayer T-shirt, fingerless gloves, and spike heeled boots. She passes by a dazed Narcoleptic Ninja who just waves at her. She returns the wave with a little nod and a thumbs up. Entering ringside, she climbs the steps and slips through the ropes.

Rebel: I know this is Jax's night and hope ya'll don't mind me taking just a moment of your time but last week, we saw something none of us expected during the Fury Road house show!!!  Boys in the production trailer, roll that beautiful bean footage!

She motions to the screen and we cut to a bloodied Ursula Von Rossbach being rolled up by CCM, pinned to the mat with both feet on the ropes and a handful of tights, 1-2-3. We see him quickly roll out of the ring, cackling mad as Ursula stares at him from inside with great fury in those dark eyes. We promptly cut back to Rhodes in the ring.

Rebel: It may have been a dirty as fuck finish but it's anything goes in a Hardcore match. Thing is? Ursula's contendership comes into question. Dog Days of Thunder, our next PPV, is right around the corner in September and originally I was going to have Ursula fight for the title but I got a better idea.

A wry smirk creases her lips.

Rebel: How's about we spice shit up a bit, hmm? Triple Threat Match, but we make it a ladder match for the Queen of the South Championship! If Sam or Ursula win it, we'll still have a Queen but if CCM wins it...? Well then the dual nature of the championship will be revealed as we crown our first ever King of the South Champion!

The Crowd boos at the thought of CCM taking the title loudly.

Crowd: CCM SUCKS! CCM SUCKS! CCM SUCKS!!!

Melinda holds her hands up and waves them up and down to signal the crowd to chill, which surprisingly, they do.

Rebel: Straight up, this ain't about popularity, it's about who's the better, more creative wrestler. I'm happy so long as the one with the belt proves themselves worthy. If they're a bad egg, I'll be right along with you, wishing them to get their ass beat and the title ripped from them. That's the nature of the sport, may the best wrestler win!

Her music plays and The Rebel promptly heads straight to the back.

Spazz: An impressive match, but I have to ask what is up with new signees getting fuckin' fast tracks up in here!

Koss: He did beat a number one contender, albeit under highly questionable circumstances. Perhaps that is why Rebel did this the way she did. Give him his shot but make it much harder to accomplish.

Spazz: I bet theyz alotta pissed off folks in the back. I mean CCM is like well known. The guy is an international as fuck star and his Dad's a forgotten icon, which hey, WMD, I ain't forgot about Detroit! Gave me a fucking wedgie powerbomb through a table! I was pulling tighty whiteys out my ass crack for days son!

Koss: TMI Mikey...

Spazz: Too Much Insane is right!

SEGMENT

Kate Steele smiles as she walks into the shot of the camera. She cracks a very wicked grin as she runs her fingers through her long blonde hair.

Kate: I guess there’s a lot of stuff going through my mind. For starters I lost my Conquest Championship in a four way match but I have no issues about what happened. As far as I am concerned I was the best Conquest Champion to have ever stepped foot in this company. Challenger after challenger stepped up to the plate and I of course sent each of them packing. I was a fighting champion and now after going through everything that I did I am ready to take my career to a different place. I am ready to kick things up a notch and I am ready to take the very next step. I want to be THE Champion… I want to work my way up to the very top and I will do whatever it takes to get there. I will prove myself and I will fight whoever in order to make a name for myself.

Kate nods her head as she continues to speak.

Kate: That journey starts with Cherry Deville and I can see she is a woman who is from Seattle. A woman who seems very strong and has the ability to pretty much break anything in her path! Size however has never scared me in anything and I will proudly take a step up and I will work my way to the top. I will try to bust my ass in order to get to where I need to in my life and I can’t afford to lose any momentum that I have built up.

Kate speaks some more.

Kate: But I need to do better… I want to do better. I want to kick things up a notch and I can see myself really wrestling on a different level. I can be that main event star and I just need to continue to push myself. Stuff like that won’t happen overnight and it will take time. So bring it on. Cherry I will be waiting hun and best of luck to you.

Koss: Kate Steele looking to push herself hard against Cherry Deville and that match is coming up next!!

-KATE STEELE-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-

The bell rings as both Cherry and Kate are in the ring having made their ring entrances. Both women are a bit hesitant to make the first move but Cherry decides to charge in after Kate who goes for a roundhouse kick but Cherry ducked under the attempt. Now Cherry, who is the much taller of the two, drives an elbow down onto the right shoulder of Steele then another elbow and a knee to the middle of Steeles back. Kate stumbled forward but managed to keep her balance and not fall to the mat. Deville however wasn’t letting up as she grabbed a hold of Steel from behind and dropped her with a reverse ddt driving the back of Kate's head to the mat. Cherry though does not go for the pin attempt no instead she decided to kick away at the fallen body of one Kate Steele. After several kicks Cherry brought a hurt Kate to her feet and Irish whipped her across the ring back first into a corner turnbuckle. Cherry then stomped her feet and went for a running for a leaping splash onto Kate but NO!! Kate Steele got out of the way and Cherry made contact with the top turnbuckle. Now Kate waits as a hurting Cherry turns towards her and WHAM! A spinning heel kick from Kate drops Cherry and the PIN is made!

Cherry Deville kicks out at two in a half! Kate nodded her head while gritting her teeth as she obviously was feeling some hurt from the earlier onslaught of offense by Cherry. However Kate then brought Cherry to her feet hitting several forearm shots to the gut of Deville and then took Cherry down with a nicely executed Leg sweep! Kate now reaches down grabbing a hold of the right arm of Deville placing it on the bottom ring rope as she uses the middle rope to hop up and then down across the arm. Cherry holds her arm in pain as Kate reaches down grabbing that hurt arm and obviously looking to do more damage but Cherry manages to kick Kate in her face the moment Kate reached down. Now Cherry struggles back to her feet as Kate is off balance and SWINGING NECK BREAKER Deville lands it taking Kate off her feet. Cherry then smiles a little as she holds her arm in pain but climbs out onto the ring apron and then up to the top turnbuckle. Deville makes sure she has her balance and leaps off attempting a top rope type of splash but NO!! Kate got her knees up and Deville landed on them. Now Kate got back to her feet, quickly grabbing that hurt arm of Devilles and sits down on it applying her SHIPWRECKED seated arm bar!!!!! Cherry tries to fight but as Kate pulls back on that arm Deville has no choice but to TAP OUT!!!!

WINNER BY TAP OUT: KATE STEELE!!!!

Koss: What a match by two competitors who clearly pushed each other hard!

Spazz: But in the end? Tap or Snap motherfucker! Cherry's got all that heart, but she ain't gettin' her arm ripped out in the middle of that ring! Not just a career ender, but it'll fuck up that golf game yo!

Koss: I don't know, could you imagine the story of a one-armed Golfer winning against all odds? Hell that might make a great movie idea!

Spazz: Only way I use a golf club one handed is if I'm beating someone's ass with that shit and I got a sandwich in my other hand!

SEGMENT

The cameras come into focus and we are able to see Christina Zdunich. She is all smiles as she nods her head as she looks at her Hardcore Championship and looks at the camera.

Christina: Time to get hardcore in this Bitch!!! And as your Hardcore Champion I have a few things I need to get off of my chest… I am sure this match with Jerry Watts will be epically awesome. I am sure it might be great and it will be worthy of the bloodshed and everything that has to do with getting my hands dirty but let me explain something first…

Christina smiles as she continues to speak.

Christina: CCM…. CRAZY CRAZY MILLAR… Jonathan my former husband, now tonight you have a lot to think about in your huge match don’t you?! You are getting into the ring with an absolute beast in Ursula and of course there’s sorry ass Tolson as well but that’s a story for another time. Now you get to a chance to pick a partner of your choosing and after looking at the roster you need to go no further. All you really need to do is look at the very woman that you used to have your “BEEP” in… We are forever connected and you do know this… I mean as great and amazing as it feels to be a Hardcore Champion. You know you wish to pick me as a partner…

Christina forms a wicked grin.

Christina: I totally wouldn’t make out with you in the ring. I totally wouldn’t slap your butt or do anything of the sort. I wouldn’t even make out with you in a broom closet somewhere. Although you know how my ego is. You know what happens as soon as I step foot in the confines of the main event. You know how much that spot would mean to me and I would showcase to the entire world why the two of us would fuck their shit up. You know I am speaking nothing but the truth. The only thing you would have to be worried about is me usurping all of you and taking my spot in the main event, but I guess that’s a story for another day.

Christina grins as she speaks some more.

Christina: The main thing that everybody needs to know is I have worked my ass off to win my very first championship in SRW. While I had to sit back and literally watch all of my family rising through the ranks to get to the top of the Hardcore division and I will be damn if anybody comes in and takes this title away from me. Not now and certainly not ever. So the deck can be stacked up and I will always cut that deck in half. This rose will always blossom…

Spazz: Chickie poo, I don't think CCM cares.

Koss: Methinks she doth protest too mucheth!

Spazz: Yeah, the boss was right, we gonna' find them fucking in a broom closet....

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP
-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH (C)-VS-JERRY WATTS-

Watts made his entrance first and the fans were cheering pretty loudly for him as he clapped back acknowledging them. Then the SRW Hardcore Champ made her way out with a serious look across her face and got some boos from the fans. She then rolled into the ring and slowly handed the ref her championship. The bell then rang as Watts stepped to the center of the ring motioning for Christina to come on. Christina smiles a cocky smile as she slowly stepped to the center of the ring and actually shoved the much bigger Jerry Watts who really didn’t even move.
Watts kind of brushes his chest off from where she shoved him he then held his right hand up signaling for a test of strength. Zdunich nodded her head and did raise her hand up but then quickly dropped down and LOW BLOW!!! She dropped to one knee and hit Watts right between his legs which sends him to the ring mat!

Christina seemed pleased with herself as she kicked at the downed Watts numerous times then rolled outside the ring grabbing a couple of steel chairs. She then rolled back into the ring with both steel chairs having been shoved inside the ring. The fans were booing loudly as Christina turned towards them rolling her eyes then she turned back towards Jerry Watts who was still in obvious pain but using the ring ropes to pull himself back to his feet. Zdunich picked up a steel chair and as Watts got to his feet she slammed the chair into his back not once, not twice but three times!! Watts drops to one knee and when WHACK!!! Steel chair across the skull of Watts which drops him down on the mat flat on his back. Christina placed the chair across his face and drops a leg drop onto the chair which was over his face. However Christina holds her right knee after having done that. The ref checks on her and she tells him to get away from her as she hobbles over to the body of Watts and making the PIN! ONE….TWO...THR...NO!!! Watts gets a shoulder up.

Jerry begins to hear the chants of WATTS…..WATTS...WATTS… Chants coming from the crowd as he tries to get back to his feet. Meanwhile Christina is favoring that leg of hers badly as she is hobbling to her feet. Now up comes Watts and Christina grabs the other steel chair she brought into the ring swinging it at Jerry but he SIDE STEPS IT! Now Christina turns around towards Watts and he drops her with an elbow to her forehead. Now Jerry despite looking a bit worse for wear awaits for Christina to get up and as she does he kicks her in the gut and DDT onto the steel chair!!! Now Watts covers Christina for the ONE….TWO….NO!!! Christina gets a shoulder up and Watts has frustration written across his face. He once again gets to his feet and just waits as Christina slowly gets to her feet but stumbles around due to having trouble putting weight on that leg she hurt earlier so Jerry Watts grabs her and ICONIC DROP!!!!! PIN!!! ONE…..TWO…..THREE!!!!! A new SRW Hardcore Champion is crowned!

WINNER AND NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION: JERRY WATTS!!!

Spazz: She thinkin' so much of gettin' that Vitamin D from CCM that Jerry Watts just swept her off her feet and took that pin, uno, dose, thress, NEW FUCKIN' HARDCORE CHAMPION YO!!

Koss: I'd say going too far with that leg drop on the steel chair didn't help matters either. The fans were firmly behind big bad Jerry there and he was clearly feeding on that, finding the strength to pull through and get the win over a competitor who clearly was doing everything in her power to win. A little misfortune can go a very long ways.

Spazz: Maybe she should've got off or something before the match in a closet. Definitely would've helped her focus I bet.

SEGMENT

The cameras cut backstage where a dressing room door is seen with the name plate Styles on it. The door then swings open and as the camera crew walks inside we see Jesse Styles sitting on one couch and Chris Styles sitting on another both watching the show on the television hanging on the wall. Chris then notices the camera crew and also notices Ted who has walked in past the camera crew handing Chris a letter.

Chris Styles: Well hey there it’s Ted the assistant.

Jesse Styles: Oh this guy…

Chris Styles: What do you mean this guy? That’s Ted. He brought me some cookies last week at the house show.

Jesse Styles: Really? He tried kicking my wife out of the building two weeks ago.

Ted: Gentlemen that there letter is from the top brass of SRW.

Chris Styles: Well thanks Ted I will be sure to read it.

Jesse Styles: Wait, why did you hand it to him, Ted?

Ted: Because, he was closer?

Jesse Styles: Or, maybe it’s because you don’t like me.

Ted: Right… Uh well gents wonderful seeing the uh both of you but I have work to do so good luck out there tonight.

Ted turns around and quickly walks out of the dressing room as Jesse had just stood up looking a little irritated but then as Ted left he sat back down looking over at his brother Chris.

Jesse Styles: Give me the letter I’ll read it.

Chris Styles: It’s literally in my hands and Oh look I am opening it right now.

Jesse Styles: Fine… But, you are welcome for our own dressing room by the way.

Chris Styles: Yeah, I know you had it negotiated into your contract and all that very cool Jesse.

Jesse Styles: Well you know what else is cool?

Chris shrugs his shoulders as he has just finished opening the letter.

Jesse Styles: The fact that tonight I am going to pin or tap out one of those House of Dix girls.

Chris Styles: Dude… You do realize it’s possible I can be the one that gets the pin or submission right?

Jesse Styles: Huh? Oh I mean sure but the plan is me getting one of those two things.

Chris Styles: No… That’s your plan man but not our plan.

Jesse Styles: Well it should be our plan.

Chris Styles: Why?

Jesse Styles: Because, I am the older brother.

Chris rolls his eyes giving Jesse one of those really type of looks.

Jesse Styles: What?

Chris Styles: You are four years older than me stop acting like you are so much older and wiser.

Jesse Styles: Hey four years is four years little brother.

Chris Styles: Bro can we just agree to disagree?

Jesse Styles: About what?

Chris Styles: About the fact that tonight we need to defeat House of Dix and that it doesn’t matter which one of us gets the pin or submission as long as one of us do for the you know team.

Jesse Styles: I guess….

Jesse looks a little annoyed at having to agree to that but he did agree regardless.

Chris Styles: Good because I mean despite their funny name they are legit wrestlers.

Jesse Styles: The name is pretty funny. I don’t care.

Chris Styles: It really is but at the same time it makes sense if that uh makes since?

Jesse Styles: Yeah I guess it does. I mean their names are Wendy House and Tracy Dixon afterall.

Chris Styles: Hence the House of Dix.

Jesse Styles: Well House of Dix meets The Styles empire tonight and we will be victorious.

Chris Styles: I agree we just can’t get over confident.

Jesse Styles: Us? Never…

Chris Styles: I’m focused and well you big brother need to get focused.

Jesse Styles: I am focused but I am also wondering what is in that damn letter.

Chris rolls his eyes and finally reads the letter then looks over at his brother.

Jesse Styles: What?

Chris Styles: Pull your phone out and get ready to go to this website on this letter.

Chris hands Jesse the letter and Jesse looks over it then nods his head.

Jesse Styles: Live Q and A before out match and we are instructed to go to said website for the questions?

Chris Styles: That’s what it says.

Jesse Styles: I’m not very good at being told what to do.

Chris Styles: Relax man we got a decent amount of time before our match with House of Dix plus there questions from our fans and we kind of need their support or well we might never get booked.

Jesse Styles: I can get booked wherever I want with or without support but yes fine we can do uh this.

Chris Styles: Alright let's answer some questions then go defeat House of Dix.

Chris smacks his hands together seeming excited meanwhile Jesse looks a little annoyed but begins to punch in the website on his phone as the cameras fade out.

Koss: I wasn't aware of any Q and A....

Spazz: Who tha' fuck is Ted?

SEGMENT

We are backstage at Rebel Star Arena with Tracy Dixon pacing back and forth nervously looking for someone.

Tracy: Dang it House if you are out there chasing a dog with a puffy tail again--

House: Good Evening, Ms. Dixon. How are you this fine Thursday?

Sure enough, what appears to be House walks into shot, wearing a three piece suit.

Tracy: Is that a three piece suit?!

House nods.

House: Yep. Had a thwee piece chicken box too.

Dixon rolls her eyes and takes a breath.

Tracy: I already know I’m going to regret this before asking it but here goes: House, why are you dressed like that tonight?

House clicks her fingers.

House: Because it was and is the maximal apex.

Tracy: Wha--?

House: It is time... to get sewious.

Tracy: Serious?

House: Sewious.

Tracy: Seriously?

House: Sewiously sewious. Like Ming Ming the duck type sewious.

Dixon looks about ready to walk off, into traffic if possible, gathering herself she eyes at her partner.

Tracy: I’ve never seen you wear a damn suit in all the time we have tagged. You are like the epitome of the actual opposite of those who wear suits..Wendy, sweetheart what the hell is going on?!

Wendy tilts her glasses down the bridge of her nose.

House: Well you see the brothers of Styles went on social media a few days ago..

Tracy: Oh god..

House: and ever since we tried to be nice to them they have made a big deal about how seriously they take this match with us oh and also how you don’t understand metaphors but mostly about how serious they are about this match.

Dixon puts her hands on those wide hips of hers and scoffs.

Tracy: While I do appreciate a gentleman’s concern over my well being I can assure both Jesse and Chris Styles that I’m far, far away from MENOPAUSE quite frankly and if they are trying to insult me by saying I look old enough but don’t understand the word--

House: That’s not what the word means Tracy. They are saying you don’t understand the meanings of their sophisticated verbal delivery.

Tracy: OHHHHHH

She rolls her eyes again.

Tracy: SO NOW I’M SUCH A COUNTRY BUMPKIN THAT I CAN’T UNDERSTAND THEIR FANCY TALK?! WHERE DO THESE DUDES GET OFF ON INSULTING ME?! ALL I’VE TRIED TO DO IS BE NICE AND WELCOMING TO THEM AND THEN THEY JUST STAND THERE AND DISS A GAL LIKE THAT?!?

Wendy takes off her glasses.

House: Trace, they aren’t talking about you. All they talk about is how serious they are about this match and how badly they want to win it..like a lot, every few hours.

We could almost see Dixon’s head blowing out, fuming steam of clear anger as her face turned to a frown.

Tracy: MOTHER*******!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wendy turns to camera.

House: For all of you little darlings and dumplings watching at home, she means motherlovers. Remember to love your mothers also thanks to Craig for Ace censoring work, well done buddy!

She puts up a thumb before turning to Tracy who seems beyond angry.

Tracy: They want to get their hands raised huh? They wanna earn some gold..sure we can do that. We just gonna break their arms so they can be put on traction, knock off those pearly white teeth that they can replace with some gold teeth and since they are so happily proclaiming how they are in a relationship and we are not..maybe I’ll grind their nuts to powder and see how much their significant others enjoy the no doubt copious amount of sexual relations they are having when they aren’t tweeting about shit on social media! GYAAAAAH!

She stomps out as Wendy looks at her little briefcase, unlocks it and shrugs.

House: I was going to suggest we give them these..

She shows off what appears to be self made certificates of “House Of Dix Respects You” for both Jesse and Chris Style. We see Wendy sniffle a bit.

House: Maybe next time..but hey guys, for what it’s worth. I’m pretty sure you got Tracy real serious about this match..I mean seriously pissed is still serious, right? See you out there and hopefully this won’t be your last match and..yeah, baiii~

She shrugs and walks off

Spazz: You know, I'm pretty sure this ain't the first time I've said this shit, but.... What the fuck did we just watch?

Koss: The House of Dix doing what they do best and their match against the Styles Brothers comes up next!!!

-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-CHRIS STYLES & JESSE STYLES-

Chris and Wendy kick off the match and House takes control the moment the bell rings, following up some trash talking with a vicious eye rake. Styles stumbles back and Wendy goes for a criss-cross but lands into a dropkick. Shaking it off, Chris steamrolls Wendy with lariat, almost taking her head off. Before he can continue assaulting Wendy, Tracy grabs him by the ankle and pulls Chris to the floor. Jesse cuts off the whip into the apron and Wendy bails out to help as well before they all regroup back in their respective corners. House makes the hot tag to Tracy as Chris backs off towards his own corner, forcing Dixon to follow him. He makes a hot tag to Jesse and then drops down, hitting Tracy with a chopblock to the knee. Jesse springboards over the ropes and lands on the downed Tracy with a leg drop to the back of the neck. Making a huge show of backing off, Jesse lets Tracy get back up and then gestures for her to make the first move. She comes in hard with a shoulderblock but Jesse counters with a leap frog! Tracy comes back with a leap frog of her own and then takes Jesse down with a backdrop! She goes for a knee drop on Jesse but misses as Styles rolls aside at the last possible second. Jesse pounces on her, pummeling her with a Thesz press. When Tracy retaliates with an elbow strike to break it, Jesse catches her arm and rolls her over into an triangle choke – it's broken immediately when Tracy gets hold of the rope and then slides out to the floor. Chris is there to meet her and he tosses her right back in, getting a glare from his brother in the process.

Jesse stomps a mudhole into Tracy before helping her up by the hair, flinging her hard into the corner. She collides and Jesse follows her in, looking for a splash that dies when he eats a back elbow to the face. Jesse blocks a flapjack attempt and comes back with one of his own only to have Tracy roll him over with a schoolgirl! Jesse kicks out with authority before Chris even has a chance to think about breaking it up. Back on their feet, Tracy actually applauds Jesse, shaking her head before she dives into the corner and tags out. Wendy tags in and Chris is back in too. Chris dazzles with some fancy strikes, driving Wendy back into the corner with some chops before nailing her with a clothesline from hell that almost turns her inside out! Wendy staggers back up and she leap frogs over a shoulderblock attempt, catching the head of Chris Styles for a desperate DDT. Tracy comes in off another hot tag for a double hiptoss and a splash before she makes the cover – Jesse breaks it up immediately with a baseball slide.

The crowd is going nuts for this fast-paced display of tag action and Tracy looks like she might have it locked down when she tries an up-and-over crossbody. Chris gets out of the way and tags out to Jesse again. The brothers take Tracy over with a double German suplex and then Jesse waits until she's up, nailing a Yakuza kick. She goes down hard and Chris tags himself back in, shrugging at the look of outrage on his brother's face. He hits a flying forearm smash on Tracy as she gets up and she falls but she's close enough to the corner to make the tag to Wendy's outstretched hand. Chris meets House as she comes through the ropes and she fakes him out with a strike and then slips between his legs, popping up behind him to spring off the ropes for a dropkick to the back of his knees. Chris goes down and Wendy rolls him up into a small package! Chris kicks out and Wendy rakes his eyes. He staggers up, vision impaired and Wendy rocks him with a few shots. She comes in for a spear but he catches her and slams her down with a powerbomb. He climbs the ropes and COWABUNGA! The impact is huge and Chris hooks the leg. Jesse dives in to intercept Tracy and the Styles Brothers get the 1-2-3 for the closest match they've had so far as the crowd erupts!

WINNERS BY PINFALL: THE STYLES BROTHERS!!!

Spazz: House of Dix got FUCKED!!!

Koss: Not actually, but metaphorically. That match was so close that you could feel the friction. This was an electrc showdown between two teams that will clearly face off again, count on it!

SEGMENT

Monty Proust stands before a camera in his modest interview area. He sports his usual Hawaiin shirt, blue blazer, tan slacks, and polished loafers. There is a pleasant smile on his bearded face as he lifts the black microphone in his hand to his mouth.

Monty: Hello to all of you wonderful Southern Rebellion fans! Monty Proust here and I’d like to introduce you to my guest this evening, the lovely and imposing Ursula Von Rossbach!

The Lady Terminator steps into view, sporting her leather ring attire and her usual stoic expression. She regards Monty with a small nod.

UVR: A pleasure, Mr. Proust.

Monty: Right, let’s get to brass tacks. Earlier in the night, you assaulted The Rebel in her own office and then she came out and made an announcement regarding your match. How does this make you feel with regards to the fact that you earned a contendership that is now shared with C.C.M?

UVR: Displeased, but I shall persevere.

Monty: Do you think it could be in retaliation for what was done earlier?

Ursula slowly shakes her head.

UVR: One could see it that way, but I know Mrs. Rhodes. She is many things, but petty? Hardly. CCM defeated me but not cleanly. It is no secret that I am no Hardcore specialist. I prefer my body as a weapon rather than chairs and other miscellaneous improvisational weaponry, but I shall say this.

She turns her steely gaze to the camera.

UVR: We shall have a rematch, Mr. Millar and with those same exact rules in place. I shall beat you at your game and in the most brutal and decisive manner I can devise.

Monty: I can only imagine, Ms. Von Rossbach. Tonight yourself and Mrs. Anderson will be teamed up. You had rather strong and dare I say, bitter words for the current champion. Now you find yourself teaming with her against CCM. Do you still feel that way and will it impact the unity of your team tonight?

Ursula casts him a sideways glance, then turns her head to him.

UVR: Mrs. Anderson is a phenomenal talent. Her accolades and pedigree speak well enough. Do I still feel the same as I did in my little outburst on twitter? Yes. Regardless as to her pedigree and talent, she never should have been granted access to that title shot.

There is a flash of anger, her neck tensing.

UVR: It should have been me, Mr. Proust, not Samantha Tolson-Anderson, facing Zoey Star for that title. Instead, I gained a consolation prize match and I’m quite bitter because of that. However, for tonight, I am enough of a professional that I can put aside my personal differences in order to face down CCM and his chosen fodder.

Monty nods, only slightly uncomfortable at the visibly angry giant of a woman next to him.

Monty: Good to know, my massively muscled co-worker.

She looks back to the camera, her stare withering and intense as the cold anger within her flows freely. There is no yelling, screaming, or even spittle sent through the air. Every word is delivered in a cold, concise, and deliberate fashion.

UVR: Mr. Millar, I fully intend to take every ounce of my anger and frustration out on you and whomever dares to pair themselves with you. You’ve no idea the level of devastation I am fully capable of and tonight, I am going to make up for lost ground at your expense. Samantha will be given quite the show the moment I enter that ring.

Monty nods approvingly.

Monty: And that match is coming up later tonight! Back to the boys at ringside!

We cut back to ringside.

Koss: Strong claims by Ursula Von Rossbach, though CCM has outfoxed her once already. Can he do it again?

Spazz: You just don't fuck with the Terminator, Joey. Period. She's gonna' make CCM pay so hard for that win that he'll be crying for Mama, Pops, whoever the fuck will drag his carcass away before she beats that shit into paste!

SEGMENT

Backstage, the camera finds “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing with her sister, fellow Shieldmaiden Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, in a small dressing room, both of them wearing matching ensembles of black tactical boots, black tactical pants, Shieldmaidens kuttes over black band t-shirts, Suicidal Tendencies for Psycho and Cruachan for Banshee. Both are also wearing black fingerless gloves to complete the look.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, so it’s tae bae Summer, Warrior Princess, is it?

Banshee nods to her sister.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Th’ only problem I kin bae sayin’ haer is tha we bae held back by rules when bote o’ us would rather bae fightn without constraints! Ye dinna bae likin’ fightin’ wit rules an’ we’ve established tha I dinna bae likin’ playin wit rules meself!

Psycho pauses, shaking her head.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I wanna know, why did ye bae bookin’ this match without given’ us th’ hardcore rules?

Banshee almost laughs as her sister glares into the camera.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: This bae a test tae check if we kin bae bothered tae follow th’ rules then?

Psycho is obviously not amused by this thought.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: I know whot I bae wantin’ out o’ this! I want me hardcore championship back an’ I bae wantin’ me second match fer it wit Juliet Fuckin’ Black! Tha is whot I bae wantin’ an’ if I have tae go tru Summer, Warrior Princess tae get there, then so bae it! Summer, ye an’ I bae walkin’ intae this match ready tae tear aech otter apart an’ I promise ye, I willna bae hesitation’ tae take whatever I bae naedin’ tae get back where I bae wantin’ tae go!

Banshee grins.

Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Sounds like this bae a fun li’l party, Lass…

Psycho nods.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ I bae th’ one trowin’ it!

Koss: Psycho has not been having a good time, that's for sure. One thing is clear, however, she wants her Hardcore Championship back.

Spazz: She's gonna' need to take on Jerry Watts for that Hardcore Hell Gold man.

Koss: Indeed! 

-SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-

Summer faces off against Psycho Maguire and from the chime of the bell, she found herself sucker punched and on the business end of a savage assault. Psycho unloads on Summer, but the Warrior Princess fights back with a surprise back elbow that halts Psycho long enough for her to hit a high dropkick. Psycho bounces right back to her feet along with Summer, only to be brought down with THE HEATSTROKE followed by THE NERDGASM and a pin, but garners only a two count! Both women are on their feet and Psycho catches Summer with a surprise throat jab, followed by a toss in the corner and a running knee to the head that leaves Summer sagging in the corner. She then hooks Summer's legs in the second rope, backs up, and then runs forward to hit THE BALLBREAKER on her female opponent. Summer hangs limply from the ropes, opening her up to an elevated Snap DDT from the corner. A hook of the leg nets Psycho a two count, which she promptly disputes.

As she argues, Summer snakes a hand between her legs and rolls her up into a schoolgirl pin, but Psycho kicks out! Both women are on their feet once more and Summer comes at Psycho swinging, peppering her with right hand strikes and chest chops. She locks in THE WAY OF THE WARRIOR, but Psycho SLIPS FREE, sending Summer straight to the canvas! Summer bounces back up and GEALTACHTA CONNECTS!!! Down goes Summer with Psycho falling across her! 1-2-3!!!

WINNER BY PINFALL: PSYCHO MAGUIRE!!!

Koss: Psycho pulls out the win over a very game Warrior Princess!

Spazz: One's fuckin' Nerd Hot and the other is fuckin' Tattooed Goddess hot!

Koss: ...and neither would touch you with a fifty foot pole!

Spazz: I'd touch 'em with my fifty one foot pole, dawg!

Koss: You really should learn how to tell the difference between three incehs and fifty feet!

Spazz: Fuck you! Don't be jealous of my massive heavy KAAAWQ in my presence again!!

SEGMENT

We come backstage where the NEW SRW Conquest Champion, Luther Thunder, is standing by, belt fastened snugly around his waist, accompanied by his lovely wife and valet Esme. It is she who begins the promo.

Esme: Good evening, and welcome back to another episode of Savage Thursday, here in Rome, Georgia. I am, as you are no doubt aware Esme Thunder, and the man standing by my side is your... reigning. DEFENDING. Undisputed Conquest Champion.... Indeed. My husband Luther is very excited to begin his reign as your Conquest Champion in earnest tonight. As he defends his championship belt against the very dangerous Juliet Black.

Esme pauses for a second to gaze at Luther, before continuing.

Esme: Now don’t get me wrong, Juliet Black is a very tough woman. And if you don’t believe me, just ask her yourself, she’ll tell you all day, everyday. That is if she’s not busy doing photoshoots of course. She talks herself up like she’s already a champion, and claims she looks like one too... tut tut...

Esme waves her finger, as a mother would to a naughty child.

Esme: You see Miss Black, my husband is not interested in your so-called “toughness” or your so-called “credentials”. My husband could not give a hoot about your multiple reigns as Hardcore Champion in this great promotion. Because what you, Miss Black, and everyone else in SRW is going to learn very quickly is that when MY HUSBAND holds that Conquest Championship... time itself may as well stop, because while others see titles as mere accolades or a method of self-fellatio, my husband is a man who ELEVATES championships like these. This championship belt you see before you does not make the man, oh no, this is the MAN who will make THIS CHAMPIONSHIP. Your barbarous tendencies and disregard for the rules have carried you far, Miss Black, but understand this... you are standing not in the presence of a street thug like yourself, oh no no no, but in the presence of a true CHAMPION. A PIONEER. A man who can grapple with the best, trade punches with a boxer, and can even get down and violent with the likes of you, Miss Black. My husband has done things to people in that ring that would even bring a slight queasy feeling to a hardened stomach such as yours.

She tilts her head to one side, spinning the microphone between her fingers.

Esme: But that’s the difference between you & my husband. You talk about how tough you are. You talk about how hardcore you are. My husband has no need for such menial things as bragging and boastfulness. Because all the words, all the tweets, all the pictures you post and the little gremlins you get liking those tweets and gnawing on their computer desks over your every word... that’s nice. Good for you. But none of those things, not one of those things will help you worth a snowball’s chance in HELL when Luther Thunder hoists your admittedly tough little self aloft over his head in a crucifix, and bombs you down through the damn canvas. Capiche?

She turns to Luther, handing him the microphone. He looks back at her then the microphone and smiles, wide.

Luther: What am I supposed to say? How am I going to follow up with anything after that. Allow me to have a chance to try at least, indulge me Miss Black if you will, just that much. First of all I must apologize if any of her words offended you. I know it’s not customary in this business to apologize for even clear insults thrown at other people just last week CCM referred to my angelic beauty of a wife as my “plus size, plus one..” and while we all can have our tastes in what suits our eyes and likes. I am not in the habit of insulting women, or men unless given a reason to.

He pulls the wife closer who looks up to him adoringly as he goes on.

Luther: I do understand that I am not someone you might have been accustomed to face in the past. You are probably more comfortable at people slinging insults and snarling threats between spits of blood and teeth. That is your fortay, you mentioned that you had been referred to as fighting a rabid zombie pitbull was it? I do apologize if I got it wrong but it was quite the colorful mental image. You seem to have a way with words and I appreciate that in my opponent, making it clear how you don’t care for wins and losses like you did in your last match against Chelsea Winston.. I could speak at length about the rules of conduct in the squared circle and how much those very rules and parameters determine the sanctity of this profession that we make a living on, but somehow I’d wager you have heard it before and cared even less of it then so let’s just spare each other of it. However you seem to understand Championships.

He stand there as Esme rubs on the center plate of the Conquest Championship with a smirk and he goes on.

Luther: Well it’s been a good while since I last held “hardware” as you put it and while my wife here went in length explaining what it is that I do with championships, I’ll put it to you short and sweet in a language you won’t misunderstand: I am not ready to hand it to you, or anyone else. So if you think you can just waltz on in tonight and find me trembling in my boots and soiling the ring in fair eager to just hand you the Conquest Championship, I suggest you change plans and quick. There are champions who treat these as accolades or accessories demeaning them as straps, hardardware or belts. I am not like that. Our head of talent relations, a very dear and close personal friend of mine Bradley Jackson has seen some “hardware” in his years, in more companies than anyone cares to count, you know what he’s known for though Juliet? It’s his damn bat, Betty. Him and Betty probably cracked more skulls than you could count, broken more limbs than you would dare to imagine..and where is he now? Where is this legend of the industry? Behind a desk, shuffling papers!

He smirks.

Luther: Why do you think Bradley rides that desk Juliet, is it because he got scared? Because someone hurt him, bruised his ego and sent him crying? Or maybe someone said something mean to him on social media and sent in few pics and threats and scared him down to his core? Nope. Ol’ Bradley my be gray on the head but he was smart enough to plan ahead for what to do outside the ring. Now he landed a cushy office job and controls the fate of others, the livelihood and career of so many dangerous, violent and oh so talented individuals. So as tough, violent and angry as you may be Juliet, at the end of the day who is in control, who should YOU be afraid of? People like me? No, people like Bradley Jackson and Melinda Rhodes, both who get along with me famously by the way. Not to brag but I’d rather be considered a valuable member of the roster capable of elevating the company than..just another bruiser cruisin’ for a fight and brawl. Pray tell Juliet, which one of us would last longer?

He tilts his head a bit, gesturing at the camera as if to “come on” closer.

Luther: Yeah, you think about that Miss Black. I came to you with peace, told you that I was looking forward to this match, you made it clear how it didn’t matter how I treated you or how I talked to you. I accept that Juliet, you don’t care for me or what I’m about..all you want is this championship of mine and since I know what you are capable of doing to individuals from the past. I shall conduct myself in the ring accordingly. You have held the Hardcore Championship twice, lost it just as many times and that was the HARDCORE Championship Miss Black, that is supposed to be your specialty, what you do, right? Well since the match is drawing close I want to leave you with some thoughts before we meet in that ring: where do you plan on spending the remains of your career? Where do you go when the injuries won’t heal, when the bruises and broken bones finally break you down, how are you earning your keep when no one will pay a dime to see even pictures of you, let alone you in person..? Harsh? Maybe, let’s zoom out a bit a week from tonight.

He opens up his arms as if to wonder before continuing.

Luther: Where do you think you will be? Where do you think tonight will guide you, because there is so much you could do to me without a doubt, you could do much of violence and dangerous things but that would not get you this championship, so think of that when you pace out there in the darkness, foaming at mouth and snarling at me tonight, because I know just where I’ll be a week from tonight. I’ll still be the Conquest Champion of Southern Rebellion Wrestling. I’ll have my wife, and gain this company more fans, proven to my peers AND management that what happened in that Fatal 4 Way was not a joke. I’ll be here making my name as one of the modest, honest and simply best damn signings SRW has ever had. Where will you be Juliet?”

He smiles at the camera.

Luther: Wherefore art thou Juliet?

As Luther walks away Esme grins at the camera mouthing out “AND STILL”.

SEGMENT

As the screen kicked into life, it showed... darkness. Blackness filled the screen as a violin began playing the opening of Mozart's "Requiem". After a few long moments, a single spotlight appeared to illuminate the darkness. Juliet Black stood center of what was revealed to be a stage, drawing the bow across the strings as her fingers slid up and down the strings, though her voice came over

Juliet Black: It's funny. I never had any aspiration at becomin' fuckin' awesome on violin. Ma was adament that when she had four kids, we'd learn to play an instrument. My brothers made that decision first, they were at home an' suspended from school when Ma made that decree. And they picked Bagpipes, the tuba an' recorder. Every fuckin' instrument that is legitimately fuckin' annoyin' when played. Danny was kinda understandable as the youngest, he was made to play the recorder by his school.

The camera angle switched up, panning in close as Juliet played the violin, eyes closed as though showing off her skill.

Juliet Black: So when big sister Juliet came home and found this out, her own chance of findin' an annoyance was limited. I ended up with the violin, screechy when played by an amateur with no clue, and I made sure to drag it out that way. Fuck knows I didn't want to play the fucker at all, we just wanted Ma to change her mind about music. But with every fuckin' thing I put myself to, I actually got good. But I've always been a better fighter.

A smash cut occured to a video, recorded on a potato camera phone of a younger, untattooed Juliet Black in an argument with another girl, before punching her smack in the face and dropping her with a single punch. Another smash cut to Juliet making her debut in ring, a young starter in her early teens, another bareknuckle punch dropping a larger opponent who had dropped to his knees mocking her. And the quick pin that followed.

Juliet Black: Ma made us learn music, Da taught us how to take no shit off no one. I could have made a killin' at school knocking out teeth an' cashin' in with the Tooth Fairy if that bollocks hadn't been explained at a young age. Neither wanted any little breezy wisp takin' credit for their work. But as it stands, I've been doing this for fuckin' years. I can wrestle as the lioness, I can brawl with anyone, and I can bleed any cunt dry if they make the mistake of thinkin' I am "honourable" or about "respect".

Another smash cut back to the violin. The music changed from Requiem, blending into I Hope You Suffer. The cut happened again, with the numerous lighttubes that Juliet had smashed during her reign as hardcore champion, taking the hits from them on the rare occasion to some other out of promotion shots that involved Juliet stapling various times to her opponents face and other parts of their body.

Juliet Black: See Luther, I don't give a fuck about what you want this match to be. What I want this match to be about is everything I can do to you! I'm coming for that title, and I don't plan on being nice, respectful or even aiming for match of the night. I've always been a ruthless, cold hearted bitch, I self describe myself as evil incarnate in wrestling, and a few weeks back I proved why you don't fuck with me. What does that mean for you in real terms? How about finding out if I can cut you without the Deathmatch weapons? Make you bleed from your forehead, your innards and every fucking? And you know I can and will ruin your nights entertainment with Esme in less than three steps!

Another smash cut, this time with Juliet dropping a similar sized wrestler crotch first on the guard rail before taking a staple gun and taking aim to the groin, though a smash cut back to Juliet, sans violin, spared everyone watching the view of the ball stapling. The former Hardcore Champion stood under the spotlight

Juliet Black: Take what you see, or what your wife has seen, with the grain of salt. I'm more than prepared to torture you to get my hands on that belt. You came into this looking for a good fight. You'll be sorely disappointed... An' very fuckin' sore!

Juliet raised her hand, clicking the fingers as the audible shutting off of the spotlight plunged her to black...

Spazz: She gonna' murder that big motherfucker ain't she?

Koss: When is she not going to murder someone, Spazz-O?

Spazz: Touch-fuckin'-e'

CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP

-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-JULIET BLACK-

Juliet had made her way to the ring looking serious as ever and not amused by the response from the fans one bit. Then the Conquest Champion Luther Thunder made his way to the ring getting booed as well but he seemed to enjoy their boos. Luther held his Conquest title high in the air even letting Juliet that she wouldn’t touch it. He then handed it over to the ref who held it high in the air and then passed it to the time keeper. The bell then rang and the two wrestlers walked to the center of the ring. Luther with a smile across his face and Black with a serious I am going to kill you type of look across hers. Luther lunged at Black but she managed to move away from him and with Luther’s back now turned to Juliet she would then hit him with a sharp kick to his right kidney area. That one shot sent Luther Thunder to one knee gritting his teeth from pain as Julete now walked around to the front of him and laid him out with a DDT! She went for a pin. ONE…..TWO….NO!!! Luther got a shoulder up.

Juliet then got to her feet grabbing at the right leg of Luther's but Thunder kicked her in her stomach very hard with his other foot from a downed position. Juliet held her stomach in pain as she backed up and this gave Luther a chance to get to his feet. Once to his feet he dang near took Blacks head off with a running close line. Now with Black down Luther drives a leaping knee down onto her face area not once but twice! He smiles now despite being bothered from that kidney shot and now motions for her to get up. Slowly Juliet gets back to her feet and Luther charged at her trying for a running big boot to her face but Juliet managed to drop down to the mat and he missed! Black gets back up as Thunder turns around and she hits him to the side of his face with one elbow then to the other side with another elbow and a knee to his stomach. Luther looks rocked as Juliette NAILS LUTHER WITH HER BARE KNUCKLE GLAM!!!!! He is down and might be out! Juliette makes the pin attempt ONE…..TWO….THREE!!! NO!!!! Luther gets a shoulder up just in time.

Juliette looks very annoyed and eyes the ref as she comes to her feet as the ref reminds her he got a shoulder and it was a two count. Juliette paces back and forth rolling her eyes at the ref as she see’s Luther getting to his feet with help from the use of the ring ropes. Once to his feet here comes Juliette charging in to attempt some more body shots but Luther head butts her between her eyes and then picks her up MILITARY SLAMMING HER OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE! Luther however can’t do much as he drops to one knee seeming rather off balance due to the earlier kidney shot and also the bare knuckle glam shot. He suddenly shakes his head, taking a moment to clear the cobwebs. Outside the ring Black pulls herself back to her feet with help from the outside ring apron and she also brought a Steel Chair from under the ring with her! Luther's valet, Esme, calls out to the referee to warn him, but the referee has a hard time hearing her, leans over the ropes to better hear.

Juliet enters the ring and Luther turns, wide-eyed as he sees Juliet with the chair, but the Referee is about to turn around! Thinking fast, she slams the chair into her own forehead, splitting herself open and then tosses it back to Luther, who catches it! The referee turns around to see Juliet hitting the ring, seemingly out cold and quickly motions for the bell!

WINNER BY DQ: JULIET BLACK (BUT LUTHER THUNDER RETAINS!)

Koss: I can't believe she actually did that!

Spazz: I can. I remember our esteemed head of Talent Relations basically pulling that same trick to fuck with some guy he was wrestling against. He was like, "Nah fuck you bitch" Cracked his skull and tossed the chair, then fell back. The ref was like, "YOU LOSE MOTHERFUCKER!"

Koss: Yes but this is a title match! Titles don't change hands on Disqualifications!

Spazz: You forget, Lunchbox, that means Juliet is still in contention and will get a motherfucking rematch, most likely at Dog Days of Thunder!!!

Esme enters the ring to curse out the referee the entire time while Luther stands there, absolutely dumbfounded as Juliet Black rolls out of the ring and heads to the back with a confident smirk. The crowd boos loudly while Juliet merely flips them off along the way.

Spazz: Juliet don't give a FUCK what you think either!!

SEGMENT

We head backstage just before the main event, where CCM is strolling along. He turns to the camera, motioning it along with him, as he walks.

CCM: So ever since Brad Jackson announced this stellar Savage Thursday card, everyone’s tongues have been wagging. Lips moving. Who in the name of Betty will CCM be choosing as his partner to face our esteemed Queen of the South Champion, and a rather large sized problem for myself that Ursula has started to become. Truthfully, I let the people talk. Talking is for those who need to assert themselves, to be heard, to be in the spotlight. Myself? I prefer to operate a little more under the radar. Heck, Ursula was so damn sure she was going to scramble me into a million pieces last week, but I gave her things she wasn’t expecting, and beat one of SRW’s biggest stars. She claims she has me sussed now? Ha. She may be a one trick pony, but her assumptions that I am too are... misguided.

He lets out a little chuckle.

CCM: I know, I know, everyone wants to hear from me. Do I know who attacked my father? No, sadly, whomever did it had the sense to blind the cameras. Secondly, who is my partner tonight? Names such as Luther Thunder & Juliet Black were touted, but considering they’ve just beaten each other into oblivion, neither really seems like an overly smart choice. No. The criteria for my partner was simple. Someone tough as nails, someone who wouldn’t be beaten up from earlier in the night... but more importantly than all that, someone I knew wouldn’t let me down. By my reckoning, there is precisely one person in this building tonight, who fits all those criteria. OH. We’re here.

We see CCM stop, and knock on a door. The sign on the door reveals it is indeed the office of Brad Jackson. The gruff sound of a voice answers that knock.

Jackson: It’s open.

The door swings inward at a gentle push to reveal The Dark Horse himself, shirtless in a pair of worn Levi’s jeans, black elbow pads and matching wrestling boots. He’s currently finishing up taping his wrists but looks up when he hears the footsteps on the floor.

Jackson: Coming to make sure I’m not gonna renege on you, Sport?

CCM chuckled.

CCM: I’m a belt and braces man, as my father always used to say. Besides... about time to hit the ring.

A grim smile graces the lips of the silver-haired GM as he moves to his feet and he gestures towards the door.

Jackson: Lead on, MacDuff… and damned be him that first cries, “hold, enough!”

CCM grins, hitting a fist bump before the two make their way towards Gorilla. We cut back to ringside where we see Joe Koss staring stunned at the camera like a deer in the headlights.

Koss: O.O......

Spazz: Ten bucks fat man, put that shit in my hand!

Without a word, Joe passes Mike ten dollars.

Spazz: Fuck yeah!

MAIN EVENT

STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG MATCH

-URSULA VON ROSSBACH & SAMANTHA ANDERSON-VS-CCM & BRAD JACKSON-

With a ring-a-ding-ding of the match bell, things kick off with The Pretty Murder Machine, Sam Anderson, squaring off with Double C to the M, the Yorkshire Terror. The two enter a technical exchange of holds that sees Anderson dominate CCM. A sudden spin out of a wristlock turns the tide with CCM blasting Anderson with a jumping knee to the face, followed by the MILLARIAT! CCM folds Samantha up into a pin but it's a kickout at two. CCM then goes to Jackson looking for a tag out, but Jax just waves him off, shouting, "DO SOME MORE DAMAGE!" CCM nods and then turns right into a surprise MIND YOUR HEAD! CCM falls back into his corner, Jax quick to back away. CCM stumbles forward and right into the champ's arms, being sent up and over with an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! CCM lands with a skid, rolling to his knees with a grimace of pain. The Yorkshire Terror gets fuming mad, getting to his feet as he's hooked from behind in a rear waistlock! With eyes wide, Anderson rockets him up and over with not one, not two, but three German Suplexes, holding the last for a pinfall. ONE-TWO-TTTHRE-KICKOUT!!!

CCM scrambles towards his corner to try and tag out Jax, who reaches out for him but just as CCM reaches him, Jax snatches his hand back with a mad laugh, slapping the turnpad as Samantha catches CCM by the ankle and pulls right into a Wheelbarrow Suplex!!! CCM rolls out of the ring thrashing with rage, fury, and spitting anger. Anderson taunts him in the ring, Ursula merely watching him from the apron with a rather unimpressed look on her face. Jax is still snickering as CCM circles outside the ring. Ursula drops down off the apron and directly into his path. He glares hard at UVR, then slides back into the ring where The Queen of the South is motioning him to come at her. The two circle in a worker's walk, then go for a lock up, but CCM fakes her with a right hand only to nail her with his left with the BOP AND BANG! Snockered from the shot, CCM drops Samantha with a Snap DDT, then locks her up in a ROMERO SPECIAL!!! Anderson fights with grit teeth against the dangerous Surfboard submission. Ursula enters the ring, kicking CCM in the ribs, then backing off into her corner.

CCM clutches at his ribs, kicking his legs in pain as he and Anderson roll apart. He gets to his feet and rushes towards his corner where he tries once again to tag in Jax's outstretched hand. Jax pulls back with a laugh only to get viciously chopped across the chest by an angry CCM. Reeling from the sudden shot, he's caught off guard as CCM hooks his arm and head, hiptossing him over the ropes and into the ring. He then drops down and rolls out of the ring shouting, "ALL YOURS!!!!"

The slap of a hand gets Jax's attention as he gets to his feet. Ursula Von Rossbach just got tagged in and the Lady Terminator stands in the ring. She looks at Jax, then CCM, and back. UVR marches towards Jax and the Dark horse holds his hands up, backing away. He starts talking, Ursula listens. Her eyes avert to CCM circling outside, only for a loud *WHACK!* A slight sting in her chest has her turning back to look down at her chest, slight welts forming on her chest. Her eyes look to the source of those welts as Jax stares back with a bit of a shrug and says, "Well shit...." Ursula throws lumber and Jax ducks the clothesline, quickly checking Ursula's kidneys with fast jabs. She stumbles forward, then spins around to catch a quick slug to the jaw. The blow registers, but she continues moving forward as Jax back pedals as fast as he can. A second swing is caught in Ursula's hand and she pulls Jax into a HARD shoulder ram, dropping him flat on his back. He laughs in a combination of pain and legit thrill, quickly getting to his feet in time to get kicked in the chest and sent flailing into the ropes.

Outside the ring, we catch Samantha Anderson brawling with CCM, keeping him from leaving Jax behind!

Back in the ring, Jax snaps off those ropes, ducking THE GREAT KICK while dropping and taking out Ursula's balancing leg, sending her for a hard landing on her knee at a half split stance. She gets to her feet in time to see him unload a series of hard lefts and rights in her face, driving her back, then managing to hoist her up on his shoulders with a might roar, hitting THE HEAD TRIP!!!!

This is promptly followed by THE DARKEST HOUR being locked in on the grounded Ursula!!! He squeezes and pulls with all his might, but in a move that shocks even him, Ursula plants her free knee and both palms on the canvas. She pushes up and then with an even more impressive flex of strength, rolls the two over into the ropes, her hand gripping the bottom one and forcing the referee to break the hold, not that it was much of a hold at that point....

The two roll apart, Ursula on one knee, her breathing actually visible. Meanwhile Jax has his back in the ropes, staring at his foe with shock and awe. Feeling a bit of wet on the corner of her mouth, The Lady Terminator wipes at her mouth, getting a small streak of blood from her split lip. She looks over her shoulder at Jax and gives him that unnerving smile she's known for, then rises. Jax pulls himself up using the ropes. The fans are on their feet chanting and cheering Ursula and Jax on. Jax brings his fists up and Ursula rolls her shoulders, lowers her head forward and steps forward.

Back outside, the loud crunch of a table is heard as during the brawl, Samantha puts CCM through the Spanish Announce Table with THE NIGHTFALL!!!

Jax and Ursula seem to be in a deadly dance of sorts, as Ursula blocks his strikes while he dodges hers. However, it becomes apparent who has the superior cardio as Jax starts to feel the wind leaving his lungs. A misfired punch leaves him open to THE BIONIC HEADBUTT! He goes straight to the canvas, but still fights to get up, refusing to just die. He throws both hands for an ear pop, but Ursula blocks them and hits THE GASTRIZEIN KICK!!! He's sent flying back and to his knees, clutching his guts as every ounce of whatever air he had left is brutally expelled from his lungs with croaked coughs.

Just as Ursula is about to finish the fight, Samantha Anderson rolls into the ring, shouting, "STOP URSULA!!! IT'S OVER!!!"

Ursula's head inclines forward. "Step aside, Samantha."

"NO! THIS IS OVER!" She shouts back.

Just as Ursula's about to move in on Anderson, in comes CCM with a SHOVEL TO THE BACK OF URSULA'S HEAD!!! She goes down in a heap! Samantha rushes in to be delivered to the canvas with a shovel shot as well. The Referee motions for a DQ!

WINNERS BY DQ: URSULA VON ROSSBACH AND SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON!!!

Koss: A FUCKING SHOVEL???!!!! HE TOOK THEM BOTH OUT WITH A SHOVEL!!!

Spazz: CCM DUN GIVE A FUCK!!!!

Ursula, bleeding from the back of her head, fights to rise on shaking limbs. She struggles against the urge to go unconscious, much to the shock and fear of CCM. She turns and he rears the shovel back with a mighty swing that rocks her off her feet, splitting her forehead open! A hint of metal can be seen beneath the split as blood pours out of her. Long before any of this, however, Jax had left the ring and was already backing his way up the ramp to the back amidst a sea of boos as CCM stood triumphant in his defeat, shovel held over his head with one hand while the other taps his temple, an evil smile on his face.

Koss: Someone get medical down here, Ursula's head is split open from that second shovel shot and there's alot of blood everywhere! CCM just played everyone!

Spazz: The fuck you going, Jax?!

Koss: When you see a man charging around the ring with a damn shovel, you get the hell out of dodge. Shovels and Sledgehammers are two game-over weapons. A classic match in the making spoiled by CCM and the fans are letting him have it to, but lke you said, Mike, he doesn't care in the slightest what the fans think or the match results. He's won a metaphorical victory over Ursula Von Rossbach and the Queen of The South Champion!

Crowd: CCM SUCKS! CCM SUCKS! CCM SUCKS!

CCM: *Shouting to the crowd* PISS OFF!!! YOUR MOTHERS TAUGHT ME HOW!!!

Spazz: Well at least he's admitting he sucks!

Koss: That's all the time we have! Thanks for coming.... Jesus what a downer to end on!

The credits roll as the EMT's rush the ring along with security to tend to the wounded. Fade to black and cue "A Tout Le Monde" by Megadeth....

*CREDITS*

-NARCOLEPTIC NINJA-VS-SHELBY DAWSON-

Writer-Jax

-KATE STEELE-VS-CHERRY DEVILLE-

Writer-Chris

HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP

-CHRISTINA ZDUNICH (C)-VS-JERRY WATTS-

Writer-Chris

-HOUSE OF DIX-VS-CHRIS STYLES & JESSE STYLES-

Writer-Jax

-SUMMER, WARRIOR PRINCESS-VS-PSYCHO MAGUIRE-

Writer-RC

CONQUEST CHAMPIONSHIP

-LUTHER THUNDER (C)-VS-JULIET BLACK-
(DQ CHAMP RETAINS)

Writer-Chris/RC (Change to Finish)

MAIN EVENT

STRANGE BEDFELLOWS TAG MATCH

-URSULA VON ROSSBACH & SAMANTHA TOLSON-ANDERSON-VS-CCM & BRAD JACKSON-
(DQ)

Writer-RC